Hello welcome to "me dumping drafts about Christmas and other general holiday things I didn't manage to finish because of my cripplingly horrible time management skills and the fact that I take on more projects than I can handle and now Christmas is over oh god why do I do this to myself?" (Insert breath here) In theaters Deptembruartober 92th 5417

I may finish some of these, haven't decided yet.

Also I guess the war ended or something while I was hyperfixated on the holidays. Maybe you'll see something about that in this book before it's old news because a completely different war starts.

My new years resolution is to get my shit together smh

If you're curious this entire thing is 2319 words.

"Decorating the Omega Tree"
663 words

~3rd POV~

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Iskall scoffed slightly, forcing another round of gigantic bulb lights the size of their hand around Mumbo's neck like a very festive necklace. "The omega tree is OMEGA. We can't use those little ones! It would look stupid!"

"You're sure this won't set the tree on fire?" Mumbo asked, maneuvering his body underneath some wood. "Because that is a legitimate concern-"

"Just decorate!" Iskall interrupted, taking an end of Mumbo's necklace and unwrapping it slightly from around his head and making their own necklace. They climbed upwards slightly, elytra too overboard for the tiny area the pair wanted to accomplish to stay close to each other. Plus, Iskall didn't want to risk accidentally choking their friend. "I'll do a favor for you as a thanks."

The bulbs dangled from wires and leaves, rainbow arrays of light adding faint sparkles that one could only see if they looked closely. Iskall wondered how they would get enough power to actually turn them on, but that was a problem for future Iskall. Now was decorating time. They hung and tied in a rhythmical pattern, every once in a while leaning back as far as their upper body strength would allow them to see if it actually looked good. Satisfied after a while, Iskall freed their head, giving a gentle tug at the unstrung lights to get the mustached man's attention.

"Are you done?" The response took a moment, which was curious. Iskall couldn't actually see Mumbo through a particularly large branch that separated them. "Mumbo?"

"Yes!" The mustached man giggled after a moment, rustling around in the leaves. Iskall saw Mumbo's head poke out from between the green, and they smiled. "I don't think I've ever hung lights on a tree this big!"

Iskall laughed too. "Have you ever seen a tree this big before this one?"

"Fair point. Anyway let's take a step back, yeah?"

The two nodded, tying up any loose ends and freeing themselves of the lights around them. At the sound of a firework ahead of them, Iskall used the tree to push themself forward, their own rocket boosting the path away from the tree. Iskall met eyes with his friend in the air, nodding for confirmation. At the same time the pair swung their bodies around in the air to face their handy work.

While the lights twinkled even without power, it just looked surprisingly ugly, well, the right side. There was no pattern or reason for whatever Mumbo had decided to vomit on his section of the tree and it contrasted awfully with how Iskall had taken the time to properly space out and make it look pretty. It was like he had decided to just throw the lights wherever there weren't any. It was like looking at colorful pasta someone had begun to sort and hadn't finished.

"Mumbo!" Iskall laughed, gliding over to the spoon in the air. "What have you done?!" The other didn't respond in words, only a rather loud wheeze ripping from his lungs as he slowly fell to the ground with a red face. Iskall followed him down, laughing and comparing the two areas of the tree over and over again.

Mumbo stood on his shaking legs, practically knocking Iskall over with how much weight he was putting on them. He lightly banged a fist across their shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to get his point across. "I didn't know we were doing a pattern!"

"We can't just leave it like that!"

Mumbo's eyes widened, chocolate brown meeting the light glowing green streaked of Iskall's. "What if we did leave it like that?"

"Wh-" Iskall started, stuttering and laughing, struggling to find the words they needed. "No! It looks so bad! This is my base!"

"Well I'll have to look at it more than you. It also means less work!"

"Mumbo!" That came out more harsh than intended and Iskall laughed to soften the blow.

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"Gingerbread thing" 10/10 title
201 words

~3rd POV~

The taste of gingerbread was something Keralis had always enjoyed. He broke another piece off, trying his best to sneak another bit into his mouth with a giggle. It tasted sweet, savory, like cinnamon and something else that just filled him with a warm cheery feeling. Fresh out of the furnace. This particular batch was special. Keralis glanced up at his friend, who sat across the table from him. Xisuma looked deep in focus, purple tinted eyes through his visor squinted slightly, hands perched over two particularly large pieces of gingerbread as he tried to frost them together to form a corner for a house shape.

"I haven't done this in years!" Keralis smiled. It was genuine. He honestly loved this type of thing, and spending time with his Shashwhammy always made everything more enjoyable.

"Well we won't be able to make a proper gingerbread house if you keep eating it, I can't just keep making more." Xisuma taunted with a smile. "Well, yes I can. But yeah. This is quite enjoyable."

"Well I wouldn't be eating all of it if it wasn't so delicious! It'll just get eaten anyway after a few days after it's a house anyway."

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"Snow shenanigans"
330 words

~3rd POV~

Doc swiped the snow off the back of his head with a scowl, making sure to shoot Bdubs a particularly dirty look before he turned back around. Bdubs, of course, also turned with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage as if he wasn't balling up more snow fresh for the kill. With a wide smile, Bdubs raised his arm.

"Don't do it-" Doc started, but was cut off as another snowball nailed him in the back of his head. "For fucks sake I've asked nicely three times Bdubs,"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Bdubs projected, scrambling back to the area where he had been building a new shop. He hid in the ever growing chest monster on the lawn frantically under his friends watchful gaze. "Ive been over here building the entire time!"

Sighing, Doc abandoned his building materials and bent down, fingers chilled as they reached to bunch up as much snow into a compact ball as possible. Then he stopped, giggling to himself as he got an idea.

"Okay, whatever you say Bdubs," The Creeper hybrid played off, giving the younger a smile. Bdubs whistled, turning away to actually get some work done. Doc hurried, scooping up as much snow as possible in his already freezing arms though his thick coat and shivering. He bound towards the other, long strides carrying him until he was right behind Bdubs. He dumped his armful right onto his friends head hastily, then dashed away before he could scream, laughing and rubbing his arms for any warmth.

And boy, Bdubs did scream. "Hey that's cold!" He cried, practically dancing as the frozen compact liquid found its way from his head into his coat and down his bare back. "That's uncalled for!"

Whistling a mock tune he had just heard not ten seconds ago from Bdubs himself, Doc turned. "What do you mean?" He asked, gesturing to his area. "I've been over here building the entire time."

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"Gift that keeps giving babbyyy"
267 words

I actually had a lot of ideas for this one but did more brainstorming than actual writing. It was basically gonna be Tango giving all the Hermits gifts via the advent calendar while he struggles with seasonal depression. I had it all planned out in my head just never got around to it lmao.

~3rd POV~

With a sigh, Tango patted the last packaged gift with a smile. 23 days of Christmas, 23 gifts given. With a smile, Tango ran a slightly cramping hand through his long blonde hair. It was slight difficult to think of what to get everybody, but he had done it. Now, the hard part was done and all he had left to do was leave the last remaining wraps at the advent calendar under their corresponding Hermits.

Red eyes scanned blurry surroundings, adjusting after just coming out of the nether portal. He held his breath as he lit a rocket, running slightly as he tried his best to maybe outrun the burst of energy before properly taking off. Of course, it didn't work. Fancy blast resistant armor ensured not too much health would be lost, but the resulting blow from the red sparkles that exploded from behind him still sent Tango flying, body rebounding against every surface of the nether tunnel. Tango stretched his hands out, gasping slightly as he did his best to ride out to initial scare before smoothly flying towards his destination at the Christmas district portal.

Never going to get used to that. He thought to himself as he stomped around in the snow, walking out towards the beautifully built fireplace before him. Carefully, he placed the last few gifts in their bigger presents with a smile and a mumble of "Merry Christmas" with every one. He really hoped his friends all enjoyed their presents, he had worked so hard to make them all happy and think about all of them.

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Holiday stuff isn't all I don't have finished!! I still got unfinished fall projects!!

"Bdoc Corn maze"
606 words

~3rd POV~

Bdubs wandered the vast and empty maze as quickly as possible. After awhile of walking, everything just looked exactly the same, rows and rows of tall corn stalks that blended together and made Bdubs want to never see the vegetable ever again in his life. He wasn't lost, per se, he just didn't know where he was going.

"Keralis? Doc?" He spoke, his voice coming out as an unintentional whisper. He had no reason to keep it quiet, it just felt necessary. Like the corn would judge him for freaking out.

I gotta get out of here.

Keralis was nowhere to be seen. Doc was absolutely nowhere either. Bdubs hadn't seen his wide-eyed friend or the creeper hybrid in what felt like hours. How had they seperated? Had they run off without him? Bdubs wondered if Keralis had already bounced towards the exit already, it was his maze. It was a possibility. If being alone wasn't enough to panic about, the sky above Bdubs was beginning to paint itself in an orange and pink hue as the sun started it's trip below what the builder could see of the horizon line. A chill crept up Bdubs' spine. He did not want to spend the night lost on a corn maze.

"Keralis?" He whispered again, more urgently. The silence was interrupted not by a voice, but the gentle whispers of the wind blowing against the corn stalks. "Doc,, if this is a joke it's not funny!"

Bdubs wandered around another corner, patting his worn jeans for his communicator. I'll just message him he thought, before feeling the empty fabric without finding the item.

Uh oh…

Okay, plan B.

The American felt around in his pockets once more, digging up a few stray firework rockets. With a satisfactory grin, he made a big show towards the corn.

"I win this round!" He said to himself, lighting a fuse and jumping as the star flew into the air. But instead of flying up with it, Bdubs found himself flat on his face. He cringed, reaching behind himself and feeling the holes in his elytra fabric.

Oh, right...don't count your chickens before they hatch.

He was only left to wander, in favor of not destroying Keralis' hard work of planting all this corn. No matter how lost he was, he didn't want to be liable for any destruction. Bdubs could swear the rustling of the corn only grew louder and louder in his ears as the seconds passed. He found himself suddenly more and more desperate for the exit, always looking behind himself.

"Bdubs?"

Bdubs screamed. A genuine, girlish sound that unintentionally whipped out of his lungs as he turned, outstretched palms colliding with whatever was behind him.

"Hey- what was that for? It's just me!"

Bdubs' wrists were grasped as he looked up towards the speaker. His face was barely distinguishable in the dark, but defining character metal bits crawling down the side of his face caught the light of the now omnipresent moon.

"Doc?! Where were you?! You scared the life out of me!"

The hybrid laughed in response, playfully shoving Bdubs by the shoulder. "Yeah I couldn't tell. What was that scream? Also, I should be asking where you were. Me and Keralis made it out over an hour ago and you weren’t behind us.”

"You guys left me!" The accusation sounded sharper than Bdubs had intended, but he brushed it off. He assumed Doc would be fine.

"No," Doc defended weakly, but his argument died on his tongue before he could even form the words. "Why haven't you just flown out already?"

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Anyway that's all I have for now. All jokes aside I hope ya'll have had an awesome Christmas and if you don't celebrate just an awesome time in general.

Thanks for reading :)

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