Everyone at the creepynoodle mansion dreaded the sound of jingle bells. Except for one. And sadly for everybody else, that one 'pasta was Slenderp.

The faceless creepypasta wordlessly walked to the television in the middle of 'family dinner' and used staticky powers to change it to the 24/7 Christmas music channel.

This was a signal that everyone dreaded.

There were groans.

There were complaints.

But it was official; Operation Christmas had finally started and they had no choice but to go the full ten miles with it.

Under Slenderman's cold supervision, they got off their butts and started meandering around, looking for the old stuff.

This proved to be a less-than-successful feat after a not-so-constructive five hours of searching. On a completely unrelated note, blackmail acquisition skyrocketed.  

BEN crawled on the floor and poked his head into various small spaces. He found dust, shedded Smiley-dog fur, a shrivelled up kidney and Jeff's collection of playboy magazines, but nothing else.

"I never knew you were into (Hair Color) girls, Jeff! Is that why you liked Y/N?"

"GET THE *bleep* OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU INTRUSIVE MIDGET!" 

On the opposite side of the spectrum, L.J pulled a Kagekao-like feat and clawed his way into the highest spaces. Within minutes, he got stuck on a high shelf and had to wait for rescue.

"You can teleport..." Smiley trailed off bluntly, after the great clown rescue had taken place.

"... I forgot," L.J admitted sheepishly.

Somewhere in the middle, Dark Link discovered that Smirky had actually gathered all of their old Christmas stuff and set it on fire a week ago at Phantom's place.

"Why would you do something like that?! Have you any idea how expensive-"

"-I was bored."

Needless to say, the search was brought to a grinding halt soon after. Their pyromaniac culprit hadn't even spared the bobble hats. Many were hopeful that Christmas would be canceled.

Sadly for the and happily for (most) of the readers, Slenderman just shook his head and gave them a heartfelt speech about discarding the ashes of the past and beginning the cycle anew.

Then the faceless creepypasta slapped Smirky over the head with a dozen tentacles for destroying his favourite bauble.

Repeatedly.

Must've been a really sedimental lump of ball-shaped plastic.

Anydoodles, L.J sure got a laugh out of it. And a certain elf-that-was-not-on-the-shelf gained more blackmail material to add to his ever-growing pile.

Phantom was dangling from the ceiling fan, recording the entire scene; another piece for her cave of blackmail wonders.

Slenderman finished his scolding by, quite literally, telling Smirky to stand in a corner and think about what he'd done. If the illusionist creepypasta felt embarrassed by any of this, he was hiding it.

After Smirky had taken himself to the corner - face turned to the wall, an awkward silence settled around the living room.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody moved.

And then Nobody got fed up of being depicted in such unfavourable light and stomped off to do something else with his life. Like work at Santa's workshop. Or become a minion of Zalgo's.

Smiley rocked his heel and treaded back a few steps, gingerly sinking into the armchair behind him. "I volunteer as a tribute."

Jeff turned around, his sliced jaw dropping. Which looked pretty gruesome in the reddish glow of the fireplace.  "Come again?"

Rolling his eyes, Smiley coldly looked up and met the nonexistent eyes of Slenderp. "Hurry and give me the list before we have a repeat of last year's incident."

"Child, your bravery is admirable but are you up for the task? This is not for the faint of hea-"

"-JUST GIVE ME THE SHOPPING LIST, ZALGODAMMIT! I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO STILL HAS THEIR DRIVER'S LICENCE!"

~ Le Timeskip, Brought To You By Phantom's Love Of Nutella ~

Out of all the 'pastas who had nervously cluttered themselves in the doorway, Smiley picked one of them to drag along with him into the rigid cold.

Slenderman forced them to drag Smirky along with them, something long the lines of 'community service' and, 'he's your problem now.'

The looooong drive to the supermarket stretched on forever. There was holiday traffic. A lot of traffic. And some really weird pedestrians, like a steampunk Santa Claus.

It was easy to find parking outside - because all the other cars were filling up the snug (heated) underground parking lot.

And it was snowing pretty heavily. All passengers in the car instantly looked like they'd had a salt shaker emptied over their heads.

"W-Wh-Why d-d-di-did I a-agree t-t-to t-this?" Smirky complained through chattery teeth, winding more of a stripy scarf around his neck.

"You didn't. It's a punishment," Jane shot back monotonously, reaching down to lace up her winter boots.

"W-W-Why c-can't I j-ju-just s-stay i-in t-the c-car?"

Smiley shifted around in the driver's seat. "If you can fight with that crazy scythe, carrying all of our purchases shouldn't hurt a bit!"

"....I h-hate you."

"I know, I know. Merry Christmas Eve." Smiley flashed him a sadistic smile.

Smirky suddenly blinked randomly. Then rubbed his eyes and shook his head, looking at his brother from a tilted point of view. "Y-Your teeth..."

"Hmmm?"

"No, no, I- I must've been s-seeing things..."

By now, they'd fully kitted themselves out in winter wear. So one by one, they exited the car and began the long, steep trudge across the parking lot.

Walking towards the heavenly glow of the heated supermarket.

There was no angelic music, but the welcoming tunes of jingle bells blasting through a pair of nearby speakers was good enough. Color rushed back into their numb faces.

Carts were rolling on the floor, things clanking and clinging, lots and lots of unintelligible talk, kids throwing tantrums over presents, cashiers slaving away, the usual.

There was a little attraction towards the far right; kids lining up to see a jolly Santa Claus, who was sitting on a throne of candy cane. There was a massive decorative reindeer standing next to him.

Smiley ran a hand through his raven hair while consulting their shopping list, which pretty much consisted of: Decorations, Presents, Food and BEN-Proof Lights.

"Well this'll be easy. What could possibly go wrong?" he remarked to no one in particular.

*creepy voice* Five Minutes Later...

Jane went running out of the supermarket, brandishing a still-packaged knife over her head while chasing down the ghost of C/N, who was air-swimming for dear life.

"COME BACK WITH THAT F***ING TURKEY! I SAW IT FIRST!"

"Reeeow!"

Smiley ran past the automatic doors, then screetched to a comical halt in the snow when he realized that he'd left Smirky unsupervised. I can't be in two places at once!

He turned on heel and fled back into the supermarket, too late to stop his brother from pushing the tall centrepiece synthetic christmas tree.

Like a domino effect, the tree came crashing down and hit a shelf of ornaments, which fell backwards in slow motion, knocking over a display of baubles, which exploded into a shower of bouncing trinkets.

Zalgo slipped in the chaos and landed against another shelf, one full of expensive wines. Bottles dropped down and shattered, forever-staining alcohol splashing all over the white decorative tablecloths. 

Smirky dashed past and knocked against the reindeer attraction in his haste to flee the scene of the crime.

Santa let out a womanly scream as the decoration began to wobble.

The illusionist creepypasta disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In a split-second, Smiley leapt up with his superhuman agility.

He ran across an un-tipped self, jumped over a massive gap, and landed on the massive Rudolph, pulling it in the other direction before it toppled over and squashed Santa Claus. 

Traumatised kids went running with their parents, screaming that the red-nosed reindeer had died.

One creepy girl stood still in the crowd and said with a smile, and I quote: "Your mom sucks candy canes in hell." Her own mother looked horrified and wailed, "IS ANYONE HERE AN EXORCIST?!"

Smiley barely regained his bearings before two burly security guards picked him up by the arms and not-so-gently 'escorted' him outside.

"W-Wait! I know it looked like I did all that but it was my evil twin, I swea-"

He was thrown headfirst into a snow dune and left for dead.

The End.

(Just kidding: This is only part one. I'll be releasing the second bit... NEXT YEAR! Dun, dun duuuuh!
... Actually, it'll probably already be up by the time you finish reading this. XD)