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Fundy approached the mansion in Snowchester, bag full of presents in his hand. He stopped at the door, hesitating to enter.
The fox wasn't even sure why he was nervous; it was just the holidays, not much that could go wrong there.
Ok well actually, that's not true, but in this case there really isn't much he has to worry about. At least not on the Dream SMP, most exciting thing to happen there was his dad trying to start a country last year before his mom put a stop to it.
His uncle occasionally caused trouble, but that was all in good fun and never really amounted to much. Speaking of his uncle, though, the boy must have sensed him through the door or something, pulling the thing open and grinning at him.
"Holy shit, finally!", Tommy grabbed Fundy by the arm, dragging him inside, "Now we can get to the fucking presents!"
The teen's playfully aggresive pulling of the fox was put to an end by Wilbur, who intercepted with a sigh. "Tommy, please stop harassing my son."
"Not my fault the furry was late, I have a right to bully him."
"I'm not late! I was told four, and it's four,", Fundy folded his arms, tail puffed.
"Nope. You're late,", Tommy held his hands out expectantly, "Present now."
The fox walked past him, going in the direction he heard everyone else in. "Who says I even got you anything?"
Wilbur could be heard laughing as the boy made an offended noise, Fundy continuing further into the needlessly massive house.
They'd decided to do this year's Christmas stuff in the Underscore-Beloved mansion, since it was definately the largest home of anyone in their family; let alone on the server. The only issue the fox hybrid really had with that decision was the sheer amount of walking required to get to the sitting room the christmas tree had been set up in, since he had to climb at least three staircases to get there as well as traversing the near maze-like hallways.
When he finally got to the room, Fundy immediately had to move out of the way to avoid being mowed down by Michael as he ran out.
Tubbo was right behind the little zombie-piglin hybrid, yelling something about 'putting that present back' as they dissapeared somewhere further into the house.
Fundy was then wrapped up in a hug while he was distracted, the only thing he could see being a head of light red hair before his mother moved back and ruffled his fox ears. "Hey kid, been a while."
"It hasn't been that long,", he chuckled, "You saw me a few days ago when I dropped off the berries."
"And they were put to very good use, since I made some pies."
Tommy entered the room, Michael on his back and the present that the child presumably stole in his hands. "Weak, pie is an inferior desert."
"You're inferior,", Techno said from where he was sitting with Phil by the fireplace, not even looking up from his book.
Tommy made an offended noise that sounded almost like a squawk, while everyone else in the room laughed at him (child on his back included). He walked over to where his brother and father were, going on a tangent about how he was not 'inferior' that Fundy quickly ignored for the sake of his own sanity.
The fox went over to the tree, unloading his... admittedly poorly wrapped presents next to the rest. He felt slightly better about his shoddy job seeing all the other gifts sitting there, must be something that ran in the family considering the fact that the only ones that didn't look horrible had clearly been wrapped by Ranboo.
Once he was done laying out his holiday offerings, Fundy put his hands on his hips and looked around the room to determine who he felt like speaking to.
His grandfather and uncles were over in the corner, still somehow having a conversation / argument about pie. His dad had entered the room again at some point, standing by the door with his mother. It looked like Michael had left, probably going off to find his parents since Tubbo still hadn't returned and Ranboo was yet to be seen.
Deciding that they were the lesser of two evils, Fundy went over to where his parents were. It became immediately obvious when he got closer that they were making bets about what was happening on the other side of the room.
"I give them another few minutes before an actual fight breaks out,", Sally said, smiling.
"You haven't been stuck with them for as long as I have. I guarentee they'll continue arguing until Tommy gets distracted,", Wilbur chuckled, "And if a fight does break out, Phil will step in before it gets too serious."
Fundy walked over to stand next to his father. "Wish he wouldn't, I want to see how long Tommy would manage to last before getting knocked out."
"Honestly more sad than funny to watch, happens too quick to get much enjoyment out of."
Sally gave him a light smack on the back of the head, laughing. "Don't say that, they're your brothers. You shouldn't get any enjoyment watching the youngest one get knocked on his ass."
"I only enjoy watching it when he deserves it, which coincidentally happens to be nearly every time it occurs."
"Hey, I heard that!", the boy in question turned his attention toward his oldest brother, "I'll have you know I have never once deserved getting my ass kicked, I can do no wrong."
"What about when you stole Dream's trident?"
"Well,-"
"Or that time you accidentally burned the community house down?", Sally added.
"Ok, but-"
Fundy couldn't help bringing up yet another incident. "You hung Sapnap's panda over lava."
"That one was deserved!", Tommy folded his arms, pouting, "He tried to kill Henry."
"So you decided to torture his pet?"
"Yes, he fucking deserved it. Surprised you didn't do something similar when he tried to kill yours as well."
"We really need to give him an invervention about that..."
"Who are we giving an intervention?", Ranboo asked as he entered the room, Michael tucked under one arm and Tubbo in the other.
The child looked like he was enjoying himself, meanwhile the goat hybrid had a resigned look on his face as he limply let himself be carried like a cat.
Fundy had to keep from laughing as he watched Tubbo being held up like a small child. "Sapnap, since he seems to try killing every animal he sees."
"Oh, yeah, no, that's valid," the enderman set his son down, still holding his husband as he turned to look at Fundy, "Wouldn't be surprised if he started actually going through with killing stuff eventually."
"Is there a reason you're holding Tubbo like a stray cat you picked up outside?", Sally asked, hand covering her mouth some to hide just how amused she was by it.
Ranboo smiled before holding the short goat boy up in front of himself. "Someone decided he was going to steal some cookies, and tried to use our son as a shield so he could get away with it."
"I was not!", Tubbo folded his arms, pouting, "I was just... making sure they weren't stale or something."
"We made them yesterday."
"You never know!"
"You can worry about that shit later, present time!", Tommy said, going over and making Ranboo drop Tubbo, "We're all up here now, and I want to see what I got."
The goat hybrid headbutted him in the chest, nearly knocking him over. "Stop being so impatient."
"Ow, don't fucking do that!"
"Maybe don't make it so I'm dropped on my ass, then."
"Don't start fighting, save it for after Christmas,", Phil sighed from where he'd been sitting, "Tommy, why don't you start passing the presents out, since you're so tired of waiting?"
"Fine, I guess. Everyone pick where you're sitting, then; I call next to the fireplace."
"I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you being that close to something flamable in our house,", Ranboo said, shifting uncomfortably while avoiding eye contact.
"Please, I'm not about to burn the place down,", Tommy rolled his eyes, walking over to the tree, "At least not while I've got shit that belongs to me in here."
"Wow, that makes me feel so much better."
"Good, glad I was able to put your mind at ease,", he said, tossing a present at the tall boy.
Fundy panicked slightly as he watched his uncle carelessly throwing the presents around. "Woah, hey, some of the stuff over there is breakable!"
Tommy paused for a moment, looking mildly concerned before going back to separating out the gifts. "Oh well, not my problem."
And despite saying that, it was clear he was being slightly more careful from there.
They didn't exactly go in any order once all the presents had been passed out, everyone openning their gifts and thanking the person they'd gotten it from in the process. The majority of the presents were weapons; probably concerning for other families, but a pretty common occurance for theirs.
No idea what to get someone? A pretty sword was usually the answer.
There were also the usual things like books for Techno and sweaters for Wilbur, but Fundy had also made sure to get his father a second object of clothing hidden beneath the expected one.
Wilbur gasped as he held the thing up, a smile on his face as half the people in the room groaned at the sight of it.
"Really? I just managed to get rid of the last one,", Sally sighed, a resigned expression on her face as she watched her husband slide on a musty looking trench coat.
Wilbur, on the other hand, looked incredibly happy with his present. "Hell yeah! This is the best gift, everyone else loses."
"What's your obsession with those coats?", Techno asked his older brother, "It makes you look like a rat."
"Fuck you, I look amazing."
"You look like you make pipe-bombs in a cave somewhere."
"You're just jealous my son didn't give you such an amazing present,", he stuck his tounge out at the other man before going over to hug his aformentioned son.
That wholesome moment was interrupted by incredibly loud laughter from Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo joining in at the same volume when they saw the cause.
Fundy had to keep his own giggling quiet as he realized what his grandfather had just openned.
Phil, meanwhile, looked ready to craft a belt as he sat there with a freshly unwrapped walker sitting in front of him. "Which one of you fuckers did this?"
Wilbur walked over, making sure to stay out of violence range as he stood there trying not to laugh. "What? You don't like it? You're getting up there in the years, figured it'd be useful when your old bones finally give out."
"My 'old bones' are about to throw you out of a window."
"Have to catch me first, Crustza; you sure you'd be able to keep up without breaking a hip or something?"
That was the plan appearantly, since Phil stood with the full intention of bringing the yuletide gift of bodily harm to his oldest child.
He chased Wilbur out of the room, the two of them dissapearing further into the large house as the sound of screams got quieter.
Sally sighed yet again, going to the door and looking in the direction they'd gone. "Guess I'll go make sure they don't break anything."
She left the room as well, a small smile on her face as she could hear Wilbur panicking in the distance.
"Well, since we're all done openning stuff,", Ranboo stood from where he'd been sitting with Tubbo and Michael, "I'll go make some hot chocolate for everyone."
"Oh, I can help,", Fundy said, also standing.
"You sure? I'll probably be able to handle it."
"Yeah man. There's what, like nine of us? You may have your weirdly large enderman hands, but that still seems like alot for you to deal with."
"I should be insulted by that, but y'know what? Ok, thank you."
The two of them made their way down to the kitchen, making sure to go a separate way to where they could hear the probable assault taking place in the home.
The act of making the hot chocolate itself was pretty simple, since all they really had to do was make a big batch of it all at once. The tedious part came in when putting it into the cups, since nine drinks are a struggle to make in one shot.
They got it done, eventually, and were in the process of putting whipped cream on the tops of them when Sally got down there. "Figured I should see if you guys needed any help, since you were taking a bit."
"Tommy was getting impatient, wasn't he?", Ranboo asked, getting down a couple of trays for them to use to carry the drinks.
"Your husband was, actually; Tommy's being pretty reasonable now that he's gotten to open his presents."
"Makes sense, he got his free stuff,", the enderman looked around for a moment, thinking, "We've got the hot chocolate handled, you can carry some of the dessert stuff up, if you want?"
Sally nodded, carefully going to slide a basket containing a pie onto her arm as she grabbed a tray of cookies. "On it."
Once they had everything ready, the three of them made their way back up to where everyone else was.
Fundy didn't bother to hide his laughter when he entered the room, nearly dropping the tray he was carrying when he saw his father and grandfather both semi-restrained to a set of chairs.
Wilbur rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he scoffed. "Laugh all you want, I'm the one in the right here."
"You're sure about that?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"You gifted him a walker,", the fox set one of the cups he'd carried up on the table next to his father, "And then you called him 'Crustza'."
"It's a valid point, he's old! Once of these days he's going to just sit around demanding porridge."
"I'm only going to have two kids by the end of the evening,", Phil said, using the hand not tied to the arm of his chair to grab the drink Ranboo was handing him.
"See? The dementia's already set in."
"Leave him alone, Wil,", Sally chuckled as she handed him a few cookies, "He suffers enough having to put up with you the rest of the year."
Wilbur had an expression of betrayl, and he looked over at his youngest brother for help. "Tommy, my favourite brother, defend me."
"Sorry, can't,", the child took a purposefully obnoxious drink of his hot chocolate, "Busy at the moment."
"Techno, my favourite brother,"
The piglin hybrid didn't even grace him with a response, just looking at him with his eyebrow raised.
Wilbur then turned to Tubbo, going down the line of people until he had to eventually give up and accept defeat.
They spent the rest of the evening playing games and mildly attacking eachother as the snow fell outside, everyone warm and happy spending time with one another.