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Happy Holidays

Summary:

Ancient traditions, new holidays, and two dangerous, playful old spirits mingle.

(A collection of unrelated - unless otherwise stated - Krampus/Trick 'r Treat one-shots. Rating may go up depending on future stories.)

Notes:

Ever since I found out that Michael Dougherty was going to make a movie about Krampus, I have been thinking of all the fun that could be had with combining that with Trick 'r Treat - and since he's teased that the movies are set within the same canon, it's only gotten me even more excited. So since I have all these ideas in my head but they don't all necessarily go together, I figured why not just make a collection fic of all the different one-shots combining these two movies? I'll put the summary, rating, and any warnings for each ficlet at the beginning; for now I'm rating this as T but if I wind up writing a ficlet or a few that are on the graphic side, I'll up the story rating to be safe. Feedback is always appreciated! Kudos = happy author, comments = ecstatic author. :)

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Chapter 1: four wolves laugh about a goat

Chapter Text

summary: Danielle, Laurie, Janet, and Maria decide to spend Christmas in Ramona Falls. Their timing could have been better, but at least it's a full moon this Christmas.
rating: pg/teen
warnings: vague allusions to murder; werewolves eating a human leg.

 

"Do you remember when Mom would tell us all those old stories about Christmas?"

"You mean the ones meant to scare us into being good?"

Laurie let out a bark of laughter and nodded. "The very same."

It took more than threats of coal to get werewolf pups to behave. Fortunately for their mother, she liked to read up on folklore and the holiday celebrations of other countries and cultures.

Danielle grinned sidelong at her sister. "I remember my runt of a sister being terrified of the mean, old goat with the switches. As if Krampus or Santa would bother with werewolves to begin with."

"Hey, you know, you were freaked out too the first couple of years she told that story," Laurie bit back, scowling at Danielle. "Just because you got over it before me doesn't mean you get bragging rites. Now if I had gotten over it before my big sister, that'd be another story."

"Your mom was weird," Janet interjected and handed the sisters each a beer. "Since when do we care about Santa Claus and some ancient Furry?"

Danielle and Laurie glanced at Janet as they took the offered alcohol before looking back outside the window of their holiday rental. "Since we're trapped in a blizzard brought about by enough people pissing said ancient Furry off maybe?"

"Oh. Right."

At the fireplace, Maria laughed. "Hey, least we have the owners to make sure we won't go starving. Cause let me tell you, there's nothing I hate more than Christmas without the dinner." She adds a log to the fire and removes the spit, the leg on it just shy of medium rare.

Three pairs of eyes rolled in unison.

"You're so corny, Maria," Janet teased, coming over for a bite.

"I love you too," Maria replied and stuck her tongue out. "Now, you two, tell me more about this Kramps guy. I love a good holiday horror story. Hey, you think he'll get pissy when we "disrobe" on Christmas and run amok?"

"Pretty sure he doesn't punish werewolves for being werewolves. Besides, Mom mentioned once he might have been involved with the Wild Hunt. Though she also said some of the information was sketchy." Danielle plopped down in the big recliner, grabbing off a chunk of meat for herself. "Point is, he's old, he's hairy, he's mean, but it's all stories of naughty boys and girls. Not adult lycanthropes enjoying a full moon that happens to fall on Christmas."

Loud screeching could be heard in the distance. Maybe human screams, maybe the wail of something else. The soft jingle of bells that really sounded more like rattling chains. It was the most noise they'd heard in several hours.

Laurie tried to see through the endless blue-white of the blizzard, but even her heightened senses failed to make out anything. "Well, guess he's still busy. I get the feeling it isn't just children this year."

"Maybe he changed his rules after Black Friday became a thing," Jane mused aloud.

The girls all cackled at that.

Danielle glanced over her shoulder at Laurie and motioned for her to join them. "Come on. Time to eat. And then we can tell stories about ancient holiday customs."

Laurie snorted. "Now you really do sound like Mom."

Chapter 2: all endings are just beginnings

Summary:

All Hallow's Eve comes to an end. The sun rises, a seed plants, and a cold shadow creeps in.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Pumpkin and the warm, earthy spices that complimented it so lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest traces of chemical fog juice, cider, alcohol, and candy. The scents weren't so different from the ones often associated with Christmas, perhaps to ease the transition from one holiday, one season, to another. Cinnamon and nutmeg would become tempered by cool peppermint and steaming cocoa.

 

The artificial glow of orange and green faded in the morning sun, and soon soft whites and bright multicolored strings would take their place in the remaining nights of the year. October had passed, leaving November littered with wilting pumpkins and foam gravestones. Children and adults alike started this new month hungover from their indulgences, and each would chase after the crash with the hair of the dog - sugar and liquor were still in plenty supply.

 

In this neighborhood in particular, the remains of All Hallow's Eve were high in quantity, scattered everywhere along with evidence of the revelry had during the night. Eggshells, toilet paper, candy wrappers, fake - and possibly real - limbs; Halloween was celebrated to its fullest here, and would take some time to be cleaned up and put away until next fall. This was a town where Christmas would creep in much slower, despite the hard push of the all the stores. Always was in the towns where the little imp visited.

 

A shadow fell across one particular yard, decorated like a pumpkin patch, full of real and artificial jack o lanterns, complete with a sign that read 'our most sincere pumpkin patch, waiting for the Great Pumpkin'. The shadow jingled, a soft huffing sound emanating from its robes. There, among the smiling, sneering gourds, were the melting remains of Samhain, smoking like a burnt, rotten squash. Seeds littered the yard where the orange and burlap rags lay empty. Krampus crouched down, massive shadow lowering and broadening out, as spindly fingers stretched out and parted blades of grass.

 

One great seed wiggled in the dew, burrowing down into the soft, cool earth.

 

Near one of the sleeves of the childish costume, the pillow sack lay open, a few pieces of candy remaining, some unopened, some stained with blood. Sticking out from the top was the telltale red and white of a candy cane. Krampus moved his fingers to wrap around the sticky sweet, pulling it from the bag as his tongue slid out from the gaping mockery of St. Nicholas' face to get a taste of the peppermint treat.

 

"Happy Halloween, old fiend."

 

Notes:

So this particular little drabble was brought on by this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar9W8qz5RpE

Gosh, I miss FEARnet and the TrT adds it would do. I can only imagine the great Krampus ones it might have come up with.

Notes:

Okay so this story was something I really wanted to do, but I'm not 100% satisfied. It's very dialogue heavy, and I feel that the difficulty I had getting it out might show, so I may revise this later. Feedback/concrit is very much appreciated!