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It was a nice evening before the Christmas Eve, a warm, cozy feeling was spreading inside Branzy's body as he took a sip of just cooked hot chocolate, half sitting half lying comfortably in his chair. The night was clear, and from the window you could see all the different constellations sparkling, celebrating too.
He took out a cassette with «xmas movies DO NOT TAKE IT THE 3RD TIME BRANZY I KNOW ITS YOU» written on it. «Ah, never disappoints!» – he thought. As tv static began to hiss, Branzy smiled because everything was ready for 12-hour marathon. The next day, everyone in lifesteal would get together to celebrate the holidays under a big tree, sharing meals and probably killing each other in the end. But thats for later, right now nothing can disturb him from having the best time of his life.
Until a sudden muffled thud and sound of tnt exploding.
Branzy jumped from his chair.
«HOLY MOLY, has this actually worked?»
Running to the exit of his base, he sprinted outside to check what's going on the roof. The trace of exploded concrete and bricks of his lovely house was covering the whole top. Well, that and blood.
Right in the fireplace chimney, he saw an iconic, redder than usual, coat. Santa's coat.
«Oh my gosh...I DID IT!!!!!!! Get dunked on old man!!»
Branzy carefully took one of the present chests, filled with various loot that was probably supposed to be Christmas gifts. Now, Branzy didn't actually think what he would do after trapping Santa, because the guy wasn't trapped, but dead.
A sudden wave of panic flushed over Branzy. His breath was shaking and he did the first thing that came to his mind.
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: CLOWN
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: CLOWN CLWON
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: hi ^^
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: what is it? ;)
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: I JUST KILLED SANTA CLAUS
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: you did what.
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: DO
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: theyre gonna come for me THE ELFS ARE COMING FOR ME OH MY G
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: oh
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: well you know there is only one thing we could do
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: WHAT???????????
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: we need to dress you up as santa and gaslight everyone into thinking youre him
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: i can be the deer
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: you think this will work??? i mean we could try to
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: and you ride me
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: but im not sure if
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce:
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: what
***
Now, Branzy didnt think this would work. In no universe it would work. It shouldnt have. Why did it work?????
Here he was, standing in the middle of the grand lifesteal dining hall built specially for this event, and he swears to god it looked like it came straight from The Last Supper. And maybe it was the last supper for him because who knows what would happen if they discovered that branzy stole santas identity after killing him, but nobody would be surprised probably.
And Clown's «deer» costume wasnt really helping. Who let this man wear something like that?
«Ho-ho-ho..???? Merry christmas everyone!»
«ITS SANTA!!!!!!!!!!»
The excited screaming begun to ring in his years and it felt like he was playing in a kids show instead of being surrounded by murderous deadly maniacs.
Everyone were now sting at the table eating the delicacies of rotten flesh, salted rotten flesh, golden rotten flesh, as well as some actual food that was ignored.
«I hope youve all been very good this year!»
«Oh ive been very naughty, and now i have to be a deer.» – Clown giggled
BranzyCraft whispers to ClownPierce: clown.
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: just telling the truth
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: hey
ClownPierce whispers to BranzyCraft: hey
It was gonna be one very long evening.
***
The light of fireworks filled the sky and painted it with beautiful colors. Somewhere Branzy heard the muffled laughing of Rek, who was turned into a snow pharaoh frog thing by Jumper, on the left Squiddo and Zam were making a ritual circle to summon herobrine probably. Or the spirit of now dead Santa, may he rest in piece.
The genuine love and trust and holiday joy is up in the air. And honestly, it was so poetic, the DEADLIEST players on the DEADLIEST server coming together once more to have fun and celebrate, putting all conflicts down for one night to sing christmas songs and share a meal.
Swiping away a tear from his eye, Branzy wrapped himself up in the bloody coat, smiling at his partner, who was standing right beside him. (NO but really, how is he not cold wearing that?)
«Looks like it is time for us to leave, Rudy» – he giggled, putting his elytras on tightening the leash on Clowns neck.
«Are you going to leave a present for them?» – Clown chocked.
«You bet i am.»
After that he placed down a lever and activated the little gift and the both flew away.
«Anyone else hear the redstone?» – somebody shouted down there before the whole place blew up. Oh, the sweet sound of scream! Merry Christmas, everyone indeed!
«My base tonight?» – Clown whispered.
«Oh what the hell, sure»