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- >”C’mon, Anon! This way, this way!”
- “Slow down, Sonata! It’s hard to run with this thing!”
- >”Well, hurry up! Before someone else finds it! It’s, like, totally the perfect size!”
- “Alright, alright! Where’s your sisters?”
- >”I asked ‘em to wait by the tree so no one would take it!”
- >As you sidestep past another tree, you feel the needles swipe across your skin, leaving small grazes.
- >The chainsaw in your hand has left your arm feeling rather exhausted, the weight pulling down on your shoulder.
- >Thank god you had your own though.
- >$40 bucks just to rent one.
- >Fucking ridiculous.
- >”Anon! This way!”
- >You look up to see Sonata waving her arms at you, her jacket making soft rustling sounds at the movement.
- >Sonata opted to wear several more layers underneath her extra thic(c) blue jacket.
- >So now you’re chasing what appears to be a large blueberry with legs through a maze of pine trees and piles of snow.
- “Sonata, just wait a minute, okay? I’m sure that-”
- >”But!-”
- >You hold up your free hand
- “I’m sure that Adagio and Aria are more than capable of scaring off anyone who wants the tree.”
- >Sonata fidgets with her gloves and whimpers.
- “You can trust your sisters, right?”
- >Sonata sinks into her jackets and nods.
- “Alright. Now-”
- >You roll your shoulder and switch the chainsaw into your other gloved hand, sighing as you feel the weight leave the other.
- “Which way?”
- >Sonata seems to consider for a moment before she points to her right.
- >A muffled “This way!” can be heard from behind the jacket, before she ducks in between two trees.
- >The sigh that escapes your lips freezes in the air, leaving a heavy fog in front of your face that quickly dissipates.
- >You shift the chainsaw’s handle in your grip once more before pushing yourself through the dense foliage.
- >Sonata is standing on the other side, bouncing in place as she waits for you.
- >...
- >...
- “Wh-where is a-a-a-a-are th-tho-those los-losers.”
- >”I don’t kn-know, A-Aria. St-stop asking.”
- >This is the worst.
- >Stupid Sonata.
- >Stupid Anon.
- >Stupid tree.
- >Stupid Christmas.
- >You pull your fingers in from the fingers of the gloves and bundle them together once more.
- >Where the fuck are those two.
- >Sonata left to find Anon 10 minutes ago.
- >Leaving you two to freeze in front of this dumb tree.
- >Sonata ‘just, like, HAD to have this one’.
- >She didn’t like the others, nooooooo.
- >Not the ones right next to the car, nope.
- >That would be too easy.
- >You stomp your feet and flex your toes in an effort to get the feeling back in them, which works with limited success.
- >Every part of your body is either cold or numb.
- >This is the worst.
- >You wanna go home.
- >Sit by the fire.
- >Or at least sit in Anon’s car.
- “A-a-a-dagio.”
- >”...”
- “A-a-dagio.”
- >”What.”
- “If the-they don’t c-come in 5 m-minutes, let’s j-just go t-t-to Anon’s car.”
- >Adagio turns to look at you, only her eyes visible between her hair and her scarf.
- >”D-do you even know wh-which way it i-is?”
- “I-”
- >You scan the endless ocean of trees, trying to find something that looks familiar.
- >They all look the same.
- >You’d probably just get lost.
- >Like those idiots probably did.
- “I g-g-guess we’ll wait f-f-or those idiots…”
- >Adagio just nods. Or at least it seems like she does.
- >...
- >You hope they freeze to death.
- >Maybe you can find their bodies and take Anons keys.
- >...
- >”This way, Anon!”
- >...
- >...
- >”It’s right over here!”
- “Yea, yea, I see you.”
- >You duck under several branches as you follow the beckoning blueberry.
- “You’re sure it’s here?”
- >”Yea! Watch!”
- >Sonata cups her hands to her mouth.
- >”ARIA! WHERE ARE YOU??”
- >...
- >”G-GET OVER HERE, Y-YOU L-OSERS!!!”
- >Sonata looks at you, smirking.
- >”I’m sure.”
- >Sonata pushes aside a tree, allowing you to sidestep your way through.
- >Sonata releases the tree, which quickly snaps back into its original orientation, and marches up to your side
- >The only sounds around is the quiet morning breeze and the soft crunch of your boots against snow.
- >”SOMETIME TODAY YOU TWO.”
- “Aria didn’t sound too happy.”
- >”Nope!”
- “And you’re not worried?”
- >The girl shakes her head, her ponytail brushing across the trees next to her.
- “And why’s that?”
- >”I remember where you parked.”
- >You open your mouth to argue, but realize that you too, forgot where you parked.
- “Fair enough.”
- >Sonata pulls aside another set of branches, revealing a very dissatisfied Aria glaring at the two of you.
- >If looks could kill.
- >The purple girl is staring daggers at the both of you, as she breathes into her gloved hands.
- >Adagio stands behind her, arms folded tightly across her body, her nose a brilliant shade of red sticking out against her skin color.
- >”Hey girls!”
- >The two say nothing, opting to just stare at the two
- >Sonata wraps the two in a tight hug, pulling them close into her layers.
- >”Thanks for watching the tree girls! You’re the bestest!”
- >”What to-took you t-two so long.”
- >”I can’t feel my toes.”
- >As the three continue to embrace, you step forward to examine the tree that Sonata had been so proud of.
- >The tree stands at almost twice your height, the tip of it proudly reaching to the sky.
- >Circling around the tree doesn’t reveal any blank sides or dead branches.
- “This is a pretty good one, Sonata.”
- >You push aside some of the branches to peer inside.
- >No dead needles, animals or anything.
- “A really good find.”
- >”Terrific. Now-”
- >You suddenly feel the chainsaw being tugged from your grip.
- >You look down to see Aria’s hands wrapped around the handle.
- >”H-hurry this u-up so we can go home!!”
- >You pull the tool out of Aria’s grip and step back.
- “Easy there, Grumpus Maximus. Do you even know how to use this thing?”
- >Aria glares back at you, flexing the fingers of her gloves.
- >”No-”
- >She slowly steps towards you.
- >”-But I c-can certainly learn, can’t I?”
- >You throw up your free hand in front of you, putting some space between you and potential dismemberment.
- “Alright! I’ll get to it. Damn.”
- >You circle the tree once more as you look for a good spot to start cutting.
- >There we go.
- >You snap off a few branches to clear a spot and press down on the chainsaws primer button.
- “Alright, girls. Stand back, I don’t want this falling on you.”
- >”Okie!”
- >”Whatever.”
- >Stabilizing yourself, you tighten your grip on the cord handle and give it a good jerk.
- >The machine sputters a few times before coughing out and staying silent.
- >Take two.
- >Another jerk, another series of coughs and murmurs, and dies again.
- >”C’mon, Anon, we-we’re freezing h-here”
- >You shift your grip on the handle and cord.
- >Take a deep breath.
- >And jerk it.
- >If you jerked yourself like you jerked that cord, you’d probably be drinking a lot more soy.
- >The equipment slowly murmurs, then roars to life.
- >We’re in business.
- >...
- >...
- “Aria can you pass other ornaments?”
- >”Here.”
- >You look down from the ladder to see the girl handing you the box of intricate glassware, as she mindlessly thumbs away on her phone.
- “Could you...hand them to me?”
- >Your request is met with a drastic eye roll and an exasperated sigh as Aria stows her phone away, plucks an orb out, and hands it to you.
- “Thank you. Where’s your holiday spirit?”
- >”Up your ass.”
- “What?”
- >”Nothing.”
- >You narrow your eyes at the girl before gingerly taking the ornament and hooking it onto an empty branch.
- “Sonata, how’s it going with the lights down there?”
- >”I gots it! I think…”
- >Sonata’s entire upper half is underneath the tree, as she struggles around with the last foot of lights around the branches.
- >In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have trusted something that involves outlets to someone who thought they were coin slots for candy a month ago.
- >But, if anything, Sonata’s a quick learner.
- >You hope.
- “Aria. Last box please.”
- >”Aren’t there enough on there?”
- “There will be enough when we use the last ones. Go get ‘em.”
- >Aria grumbles something under her breath, the phrase ‘glass him’ being the only audible words.
- >”Should I turn the lights on now, Anon?
- “Hold off on that for now. Adagio, you find the angel?”
- >”I think so. This ratty looking thing?”
- >Adagio places one of your family heirlooms in your hand, and you quickly draw it close to you.
- “Hey hey hey! This ‘ratty thing’ has just so happened to have been in my family ever since my great grandparents.”
- >You rub your thumb across the flimsy material of the angel’s robes.
- >It’s eyes stare back at you, the bright color painted into them now dull and muted.
- >It’s halo had long fallen off, but it still had gave off it's own welcoming aura of familiarity.
- “I can’t remember a single Christmas without having put it up with my folks.”
- >The room is met with silence as you perch the figure carefully on tip of the tree, and adjust it ever so slightly.
- >Once you’re satisfied with your work, you lean back slightly to appreciate the familiar sight, letting it wash you over with warm memories.
- >...
- “Do you know what Christmas is about, you guys?”
- >”Presents?”
- >”Food?”
- >”Annoying songs?”
- “Comfort.”
- >You climb down the ladder and dust yourself off.
- >The girls stand there around the tree, eyeing you curiously.
- “It’s about the comfort it brings.”
- >With a quick snap, you fold the ladder and place it on the ground.
- “It’s about taking a moment, one time out of the year, to share in that comfort with others.”
- >You sidle behind the tree, carefully squatting down to avoid brushing against the tree.
- “To reflect on what makes you happy-”
- >You find the plug for the lights.
- “-What you might overlook-”
- >As soon as you slide the plug into the socket, the room is inundated with a white glow.
- “-and appreciating everything it brings you.”
- >You creep out from behind the tree to see the girls staring at it, each seeming to be taking in a different part of it.
- >You step behind them and wrap your arms around the three, joining them in their admiration.
- >The soft glow given off by the lights reflects off the ornaments perfectly, making it appear as if though they have their own small lights contained within them.
- >On top of it all, the angel is bathed in lights all around it, giving it it’s own heavenly glow.
- “Christmas is about sharing with others what makes you feel complete.”
- >Sonata sighs happily as she returns your embrace and nuzzles into your chest.
- >Adagio hums as she leans into your shoulder.
- >Aria remains still for a moment, before taking a step closer to you.
- “And what makes me feel complete, is spending this time with you three.”
- >”Merry Christmas, Anon!”
- >”Merry Christmas.”
- >”...What they said…”
- “Merry Christmas, girls.”
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