I got bored so I wrote this instead of a new chapter,
this series of one shots are gonna be short ideas that spark ideas in people if you get an idea from me send me a PM
Welcome to this seasonal one-shot people. Merry whatever you believe in!
T'was the night before Christmas when all through wool's orphanage (it's after tom's time there it's a little better)
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse (hahaha you forgot the cockroaches and all the other creepy crawlies)
The socks were hung by the chimney with care (it's a poorly funded joint they need to dry some how.)
In hopes that Sir Nicholas soon would be there (not the ghost. although that would be funny.)
The children were nestled all snug in their beds (hurry up I'm bored get to the good part)
Well all but one adorable little girl who was not like the others, she was little Rosie a small 7 year old who gets belittled and bullied by the other kids, causing the fires of hate to ignite within her, she withdrew a small book from under her pillow and tiptoed down the stairs.
to find a large bearded man dressed all in red (sharpening a knife with a glint in his eye)
Removing a feast from his magical sack. (an elderly man who has kids sit on his lap is touching his sack. just saying)
He beckoned rose over with a smile, "ah you must be rose, you are early I haven't finished setting up the feast yet."
Eh I cant be arsed to write more. rose convinces Santa to take her with him and lives happily ever after until Santa gets killed by a drunk with an umbrella and she takes the mantle of santa and then beats up all drunks she comes across leaving behind a candy cane with holly tied round it resulting her being crowned goddess of brawling and Christmas by some weird cult thing
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