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"It's Christmas Eve, Kingsley," Jake said. "Don't you want to get in the festive mood and watch Christmas movies with everyone downstairs?"
Kingsley had been kidnapped by Jake a week ago since Jake didn't want him sulking alone during his first holiday season without Donald. He wanted to stay in bed, but Jake kept on insisting he celebrate with everyone else.
Today, Kingsley didn't want to deal with him. Kingsley shot Jake his sharpest glare. "Today is Donald's birthday,"
The smile dropped from Jake's face. Barely anyone knew any personal information about Donald. Kingsley was the only one who knew Donald's birthday. Him, and probably Myles too since Myles had been one of Donald's oldest acquaintances.
"Sorry," Jake apologized awkwardly. "I didn't know. Um...we'll save you some food if you feel up to eating later,"
Kingsley didn't respond as Jake left. He buried himself back under the covers and closed his eyes. His own family didn't celebrate Christmas. His first Christmas had been the one he had spent with Donald. But now...now Donald was gone, having been struck by a truck and killed.
A fresh wave of tears took over Kingsley. He refused to cry loudly since it'd draw Jake and his friends' attention from downstairs. He didn't want their comfort. Their words meant nothing to him. The only one who had mattered to him was Donald and he was no more. Without Donald, he felt so empty. It was as if his life had lost its color. He numbly went through the motions each day like an emotionless robot.
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Kingsley woke up at midnight. He headed downstairs to eat the food Jake had mentioned. When he arrived in the living room, he froze when he saw someone entering through the chimney. "JAKE!" He shouted. "INTRUDER!"
Jake immediately rushed downstairs. "Where!?"
Kingsley pointed at the guy covered in soot. Seriously, the guy should've entered through picking the front door like a normal criminal. "Him!"
"That's Santa," Jake blinked. "Kingsley, that's literally Santa Claus,"
"Santa isn't real!" Kingsley snapped. He couldn't believe how stupid Jake was being.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa stood up. "I am the real Santa Claus,"
"Prove it," Kingsley scoffed. He was already upset by spending the holidays without Donald and this guy was ruining things even more.
Santa shook his gift sack upside down. "It's empty, right?" He placed the sack on the ground and reached inside. To Kingsley and Jake's shock, in a single swift motion, Santa pulled out Donald Na! "This guy was on your Christmas list, right Kingsley?"
"What the fuck is going on!?" Donald demanded, obviously shaken up by whatever was going on.
"Donald?" Kingsley could tell that it was the real Donald Na standing right in front of him. He sprinted and hugged Donald tightly. "You're alive..."
"And let's not forget Jake's gift," Santa pulled out a large box containing several Two Piece figurines. While Jake began to go through each one, Santa started placing gifts under the tree for everyone else.
"Seriously," Donald demanded. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? I REMEMBERED GETTING HIT BY A TRUCK AND DYING! HOW AM I ALIVE!?"
"The magic of Christmas!" Santa answered as he climbed back up the chimney.
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Dean, Kenny, Eunchan, and Timmy all stared at Donald who was sitting with them at the breakfast table. "Who is that?"
"He's Donald," Kingsley answered. "Santa revived him for me with Christmas magic,"
"Uh..." They seemed reluctant to believe him, but Donald was right there.
"Wait a fucking second!" Kenny slammed his hands down on the table. "Why the fuck did Santa use his magic to revive Donald but he didn't use his magic to fix my leg!?"
"Maybe you were on the naughty list," Kingsley claimed.
"You literally were the second-in-command of the Union!" Kenny snapped. "Jake, we're gonna hunt down Santa Claus!"
Happy Birthday to Donald Na and Happy Holidays to everyone!