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Part 7 of Ash's AvA holiday gift works, 2025
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You're a mean one, Mr. Dark

Summary:

Chosen and Dark go on a holiday supply run, but it doesn't go as planned.
(And by holiday supply run, I mean robbing a house of gifts)

Notes:

Uhhh, ABeeWasHere & et3rna1, this does contain minor spoilers for Animation vs Minecraft, but it's probably fine.

I don't know where the heck this idea came from, but I hope you like it!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“This is such a stupid plan.” Chosen sighed, looking down at his outfit. 

“Come on Chosen! It’s perfect cover! We just put on the costumes, go down the chimney and grab the supplies! It’s like taking candy from a baby!” 

“And just as ethical. But is the elf onesie really necessary?” 

“Cho, it’s either theft or murder. And I’d be happy to kill some people, but you voted no on the holiday homicide, so we’ve got to get creative!” 

“But why are you Santa?” 

“Because I can actually act. Besides, I look the part.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“Stop arguing and get in the chimney, elf.” 

Chosen slid down the brick chute, reminded uncomfortably of the Avast antivirus chest and its tight confines. But it was only a few seconds before he emerged into a tastefully decorated living room with gifts piled around the Christmas tree. 

He felt a pang of pity. These poor kids would wake up in the morning to no presents. Maybe they could leave some behind... 

With a flourish, Dark dropped down into the living room as well and looked around. “Perfect. This should be enough.” 

“Can’t we leave a few for whatever kids live here?” 

“Ugh, fine. But don’t blame me when we run out of motherboards!” 

Suddenly, there was a creak of the floorboards. The sound of small footsteps began to approach. 

“Someone’s coming!” Chosen whispered. But it was too late. A small purple stick peeked into the room with wide eyes and gasped. 

“You aren’t my parents.” They said in a small voice.  

“No, I’m Santa Claus!” Dark gave what must have been his attempt at a jolly smile. “Ho, ho, ho!” 

Chosen covered his laugh with a cough. “And I’m a helper elf.” he deadpanned. 

“But Daddy said Santa wouldn’t come.” The kid blinked hard at the memory. “He said the grinch would come and take all my presents because I wasn’t good enough in training.” 

Dark turned to Chosen. “Cursors. Is that normal?” he whispered. 

“I highly doubt it.” Chosen replied. He turned back to the kid. “Um, does your dad say this all the time?” 

“Y-yes.” The kid dropped their gaze. 

Dark and Chosen locked eyes and nodded, thinking on the same frequency. “That’s very naughty of your dad.” Dark said in his Santa voice. “But you’ve been so good that I’m willing to help you get a little bit of revenge.” 

“Revenge?” The kid’s eyes lit up and Dark grinned. 

“Well, since your dad has been naughty, he doesn’t get presents; only coal.” Dark explained to the kid, who nodded along. “But it looks like there’s no coal here. So, you show me which presents are for your dad, and I’ll take them and swap them out with coal later, if you do one other thing for me.” 

“Anything!” The kid smiled. 

“You can’t tell anyone you saw us here.” Dark whispered. “Because it will mess with the Christmas magic that we use to fly, and we won’t be able to deliver presents to the other kids. And you don’t want that, do you?” 

The kid shook their head. “No, I don’t!” they cried. 

“So, after you show me the presents for your dad, you go back to bed, okay?” Dark smiled disarmingly. 

“Okee!”  

The kid scanned the gifts with surprising efficiency, and soon they had gathered about a third of all the gifts and put them in Dark’s bag.  

“Thank you!” Dark patted the kid on the head. “That was very helpful.” 

“Bye Santa!” The kid waved. “Imma go to bed now!” And with that, they scampered out of the room and shut the door behind them. 

Chosen let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “That was too close.” 

“Well, don’t go relaxing just yet!” Dark grinned, his sharp teeth on display. “We’re not done!” 

“We got the supplies.” Chosen protested. 

“And now we’ve got to get some coal. Charcoal would make a pretty good substitute, don’t you think?” 

Chosen breathed a sigh of relief. 

They soared into the night sky, clutching the bag of stolen gifts tightly as they flew. Both of them smiled, happy that everything had worked out in their favour. 

And far below, in their little bed, the kid smiled as they closed their eyes. 

Notes:

Heheheh sillies.
I know I'm the writer, but the line "holiday homicide" just cracks me up.

Let me know what you think!

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