The Santa Claus Meme

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Your character is Santa Claus!! Maybe they've taken on the job in a mall. Maybe they've found a Santa Claus outfit and forgot to read the hidden clause before putting it on. Whatever the reason, there is no escaping your duty as the official Santa Claus. Besides the kids assaulting you 24/7, you also have to deal with Heroes of Light and rumor has it they're worse than the kids.

1. Post a starter: you are Santa Claus! Try to be kind to the Heroes of Light coming to you with their lists.
2. Comment in other characters's threads: they're Santa Claus and you're the one who gets to pester them!
3. Profit!

Comments

[sullenstallion]

What children?! I tried smiling at the last one and it ran away!

[Children aren't an 'it', Dylas.

He just sets his hoof down right in front of Ales instead of down on top of him, but he's still disgusted.]

Doesn't it kill your brain to act like that?

[umslay]

Would I still be alive if that were true?

[He may hate this job, but trolling Dylas must have brought back the Christmas Spirit in him. Or whatever. He turns to the row of children waiting for Santa and skips over to them with that same smile on his face.]

Merry Christmas, everyone! Are we all ready to meet Santa?! [He throws his arms into the air and leads the chorus of children with a small "yaaay"!

It feels good to be a showman once in a while.]

Well, I hope you have your lists ready, because Santa is a very busy man! Remember to be nice!

[He waves at them as he turns back and returns to the spot next to Dylas.]

Well?

[sullenstallion]

You'd be surprised what someone can do after their body's dead.

[Did he just make a zombie joke? He just made a zombie joke. Since he's, you know, technically undead.

He watches as the Teensie puts on his act, shifting from side to side like he's a nervous schoolgirl and not seven feet of carnivore and fur. When he's invited to join in, he stammers, clears his throat. A small growl comes out. A girl starts to shake.]

I'll, uh, make sure his cart gets there.

[He clearly hasn't rehearsed his lines, whoops.]

[umslay]

[Gross, zombies.

Ales resists the urge to plant his palms onto his forehead. There's complaining about work, and then there's being awful at it. Why can't Dylas be passive-aggressive about it like a normal person?]

Ahahaha! Blizten's getting a bit nervous about the big day, aren't you?

[nudge nudge]

[sullenstallion]

[Teensies are grosser than zombies tbh!!!

Dylas doesn't do passive-aggression, he only does aggression and not understanding the situation. Even when he's nudged, he just blinks in confusion before shaking his head.]

Who the hell is Blitzen? There are too many names involved with this damn holiday.

[umslay]

Your stage name!

[Ales hisses at him.

...Can he even hear him from down there?]

[sullenstallion]

I thought I was Vixen!

[He hisses right back, though there are fangs, he's a monster, etc. and so forth.

And he can hear Ales just fine with those furry ears of his.]

That's right! I'm Vixen and I'm really nervous, dammit!

[But now he's yelling at the kids? Way to go, Ales. And he has no idea why calling himself vixen is a horrible thing to do.]

[umslay]

[Good going, Dylas, now these kids are clinging onto their mommy.]

Y-yeah! My apologies for getting your name wrong, Vixen! [He turns to the kids.] It was awfully rude of me to get his name wrong, wasn't it? Shouldn't I apologize?

[The kids continue staring at Dylas.]

[sullenstallion]

[He's pretty sure at least one of the mommies are scared, too, but.

Dylas rubs the back of his neck, trying to appear less threatening, but it might just draw attention to his claws instead.]

Yeah. You should grovel. I'm working hard.

[umslay]

[Ales shoots Dylas a look that clearly says "what". Grovel. In front of everyone.]

...Can I give you a carrot or some treats instead?

[sullenstallion]

[Dylas' smirk grew three times that day. Or not quite that big, there's a bit more fang showing.]

Nope. That's not gonna do it. And you don't want to let Santa down, right?

[This is the year all the kids went home and told their friends and parents that Vixen is a scary man and possibly the villain of Christmas.]

[umslay]

[Some parent is going to complain to management.]

Alright, Ales if Elf is going to bow down...

[He crawls onto his hands and knees, pouting the moment his face is hidden. There's going to be an opportunity for revenge after this.]

And apologize! I'm sorry Vixen, for being rude to you!

[He tilts his head up just enough for Dylas to see how full of hatred his narrow beady eyes are.]

[sullenstallion]

[Wow, Ales looks angry. It's almost like Dylas should stop giving him a hard time and make things easier for himself in the long run.]

I couldn't hear you. And neither could the kids.

[umslay]

[Fuck you Dylas.]

I AM SORRY, VIXEN, FOR BEING RUDE! I WILL BUY YOU SOME CARROTS AFTER WORK.

[That better work. He turns to the kids.] It's fine. Don't keep Santa waiting.