- #2 Traditions -

It was the 2nd day of December and Dark was up early. He strode through the manor, looking back at the year and all the events that happened. A small amused smile creeped onto his face and a little laugh erupted from his throat.

"Morning, Dark.", somebody yawned behind him.

Dark turned around, trying to hide his smile, and looked at the medic of their house. 

"Good morning, Iplier. How are you feeling?", Dark asked as the doctor walked up to him, both now walking down the hall in the same pace. 

"I am dying.", he chuckled. Dark threw him  aside glance and raised a brow.

"Aren't we all internally?"

"Okay, well. That took a deep turn.", the doc laughed a hesitantly and tried to lighten up the mood a bit with another topic, "To your question: I'm pretty good. How about you?"

"I'm fine.", he simply replied.

"You know what 'fine' stands for?", the doc asked with a sly smirk.

"I don't think so, when you ask it that way.", Dark told him suspiciously.

"Fucked up, insecure, needy and emotional.", he said with a wide grin.

"I guess you really had to do this, had you, Iplier?", Dark sighed and let his shoulders hang a bit, "I'm just thinking. Nothing too harmful."

"...Hm. Whatever you say. But you can talk to us, you know. Whenever you need to, we're here for you.", Iplier said as they walked down the staircase and into the kitchen.

"I know. You told me enough times."
- - - -

Time passed. Dark and the doc sat in the kitchen, drinking one cup of coffee after another.

"Do we do the yearly tradition? It's been a few since the last time.", Iplier asked, looking over the edge of his mug as he took a sip.

"I head tradition?!", Wilford screamed as he came running into the room.

Wil basically tackled Dark off his chair and pinned him onto the floor, his arms on either side of his head.

"Darky, are we really doing the traditions this year again?!" Wil's eyes were wide and shone bright, full of hope, joy and excitement.

"Calm your horses, Wil! Get off me!"

"Not until you answered me!", he insisted.

"Wilford, you get the fuck off me, this instant. I won't repeat myself.", Dark growled from the deep of his throat.

"Fine.", Wilford pouted and got off.

"I heard screaming. Is something wrong?", Bim asked as he entered the kitchen, still looking tired.

"No, everything is alright. We were just discussing if we should live out the traditions this year.", Dark mumbled and stood up, dusting himself off.

"Oh! Traditions! Are we doing them this year again?!" Bim clapped excited his hands.

"I guess.", Dark breathed out and straightened his suit.

"Bim, Wilford, would you wake the others up? We don't want to waste any time, now do we?"

With that, the two egos ran off to complete their mission. Excitement filling them with even more energy.
- - - -

Around 9 a.m. they arrived at Mark's house, making sure he would be still asleep, which was the case.

"Okay. Everyone to their position! It's time.", Wil grinned and took his place at the front on the little stage that they built within the last hour, Bim besides him.

Everyone positioned themselves and nodded towards Wilford and Bim. Those looked to their right to see if Google and Silver Shepherd were ready with the speakers. Ed and Bing sat at the back of the open-air stage, Ed with his guitar and Bing with a bass. On the left of the stage was Eric, sitting at the piano with the notes, his handkerchief twisted in his grip. In the middle of the three musician was Dark, suit jacket off and a little more eyeliner on than usual, flipping the drumsticks nervously in his hands.

"Okay, we are done!", Silver told them and took a few steps back.

"Okay everybody, here we go!", Wil grinned and turned on the microphone for him and Bim.

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Eric began playing  with Ed and Bing a soft tune at the beginning. Soon after, Bim joins with singing at the beginning. Ed rocked the accords in combination with Bing. Dark let the emo in him out and drummed the best he did in months. 

"What's this? What's this?

There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?

I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair!
What's this?!"

Wil and Bim sang their lungs out as best at they could. 

"What's this? What's this?

There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?!
What is this?
What is this?

There are children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead

There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside!"

Mid-through the song, loud shouting was heard and a window of the second floor was wide opened. Reviled was Mark, hairs standing out to all sides. The group of egos didn't stop their short gig and went on with it. Dark's aura was outlining his figure, the slight monochrome aura that was usually around him spread from him and had a radius of about five feet now. 

"Oh, look!
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired

They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?

What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong

This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland

What's this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?"

They ended the gig with a loud bang, Eric playing the last accord with more force than he wanted to, Ed and Bing doing the same, Dark ending it all with a hit on the high hat.

"Guys?! The hell are you doing here!", Mark screamed down at them, a confused but happy expression on his face, "I thought we were done with the December tradition?!"

"Guess not, Markimoo!", Wil screamed at him, mic turned off. 

"You guys really have no hobbies!", Mark laughed and closed the window, getting ready to invite the egos into his house and talking about the coming festivities.