Day 1

- #1 Decorating the tree -

"Ding ding ding! Top of morning! It's time for fucking Christmas!", Jack screamed at the top of his lungs and skated with his skateboard through the corridor, ringing that bell he had bought just recently. He heard groaning from all around him and a loud distorted "Fuck off, Septic-Santa!" from Anti's room.

Jack just laughed and skated away, down the narrow hallway, before jumping off his board and onto the rail of the staircase, sliding down in an elegant way.

After 10 minutes, all the Septics were gathered on the first floor of their two story house. It wasn't nearly as big as the Iplier manor, but that's the reason why it's actually called the Septic house. It literally is a bunch of egos squeezed into one house, everyone having their own room and even working space.

"Morning Seán!", Jackieboyman greeted him and sat down with him at the kitchen table.

"Morning Jackie. How ya feeling today?"

"I'm fine! I'm so excited, you can't tell!", the young hero exclaimed with bright eyes.

"What are you taking about?", Schneep chimed in, a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Probably their wish from Santa and how they'll be spanked for being naughty this year.", Anti grinned and appeared behind Jack, leaning against his chair.

"Ha ha, super funny Septic-glitch. I already know who won't get any presents this Christmas.", Jack said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I didn't expect anything after all anyways.", the glitch huffed and retrieved into pixels.

"So, why did you wake all of of us up, broski?", Chase asked as he walked into the room.

"Ah, yes! I wanted to go get a Christmas tree with you guys!"

All the present egos starred at Jack for a moment before exchanging looks.

"You want to get a tree. With all of us?", Marvin asked unsure and pushed his mask back into position.

"Yeah, I mean, don't you wanna have a tree this year?", Jack responde a bit confused.

"No no, we just thought- you didn't wanna celebrate with us...?", Chase rather asked then said and scratched the back of his neck.

"Of course I want to! You're my... creations! A part of my life!", Jack smiled with a little sad looking face.

"Are you really sure about this? You don't have to.", Marvin pointed out and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't you guys worry, if I didn't want to, I would have said it." He looked everyone into the face.

"So? Are we gonna chop a tree down or what?", Jackieboyman tried to lighten the mood, being successful and having a bunch of smiling idiots around him.

"Away we go!"

They all got ready as fast as they could, running out the house and jumping into the car, driving off into the distance, while Anti watched them leave from the window of the living room. Forgotten.

"Fine. Away ya bastards go then. I don't need any of you to have fun."
- - - -

They were a few hours out, coming back around 3 p.m. to find the house empty. No one wondered where Anti was, neither did they care, to be honest.

Another two to three hours passed and the tree they bought lightened the whole living room.
A green and blue chain of lights was wrapped around the tree, blinking alternately. Baubles in red and white hung in its needle bed and gave it the traditional Christmas vibe. To make the tree even more special, every single ego made a 2-D pendant to hang it up, making it a part of the Septic-Family: Schneep made a coffee mug, the letters 'workaholic' written on it in a curvy way. Chase made a teabag and drew a smile face in it and a cap. Marvin cut a kitten's face out of cardboard and painted it in white with black whiskers and closed eyes, a small smile on it's face. JJ made a small melon hat, like his own. Jackieboyman drew himself as a smaller and squishier version, flying through the air like superman. Robbie was cutting out Sam, the all-known Septic icon, with the help of Jack and Mervin. At last, Jack drew the outline of a Jack Daniel's whisky bottle and knotted a fine thread to all of their DIY's. They all scattered them through out the whole tree and took a last look at it.

"And, what cha thinking guys?", Jack asked them and looked through their group.

"Lookin' good. I think it's nice.", Marvin said with a smile.

They all agreed and slowly walked back to their rooms, getting ready for the night time.
- - - -

It was around 11 p.m. when Anti came back to their house. He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside the silent household. he took a few steps inside the house already seeing the shining lights from the Christmas tree blinking and blue and green. Anti curiously walked inside the living room, seeing the tree towering 2 feet over him. His eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. It looked beautiful!

"Dang it, they really did a good job on this one.", he mumbled a bit sad. He looked the tree up and down, narrowing his eyes as he noticed that there was no star on top of it. He looked around and found the golden star packed in its box securely. He opened it and pulled the star out, tuning it in his hand. 

"Guess they forgot it."

Anti ported into the kitchen and back into the living room with a chair. He stood on it, now being able to reach the top, and carefully putting it into position. He quickly jumped down and smiled at his work. 

"Much better.", he told himself and walked backwards, stumbling on his way out over a cardboard box.

He swirled around, knife appearing in his hand and ready to stab anybody within reach. When he was sure that no one was there, he put the knife in one of his holsters he had on him and scrambled through the box. In it were several handcraft materials, like scissors, paint and markers. Anti raised a brow at this but shrugged it off, recognizing a few of the materials used on the pendants the others made. The glitch looked from left to right, making sure not to be seen when he pulled some of the stuff and started  crafting his own 2-D snowman, that looked suspiciously much like himself. When Anti was done, he hung it on an inconspicuous spot and left the room, tired from the day and all the anger and tears he had shed today.

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