https://twitter.com/uglynetwork/status/934073796629291008

A/N: The amazing artwork used above and this idea are credited to Meja (aka uglynetwork on Twitter)! I seen the image & title and I honestly loved it so much! With Meja's permission, I have created a lil something spoopy for you lovelies! Let me know what you think and give Meja some love please! The other pieces are just as amazing!
P.s. I'm writing from the narrator's POV!
P.s.s. I swear the whole time writing this, I thought of Glitch (GlitchaKid) which made the more intimate scenes a little weird haha! Love ya hun, but ya catch my drift lol!
Thanks lovelies,
XOXO Megan
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And so...our story begins.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring-not even a mouse.

Ah, but what's this I see?
Well it appears not everyone's as asleep, as I thought to be.

At first it seems as nothing, till you peer through the window.
Then you'll see it's illuminated by a soft computer's glow.

Ah, look. They're watching the screen with joy in their eyes.
Whilst the green haired man's screaming-"Top o' the morning to ya laddies, my names JackSepticEye."

I smile back at the most pleasant sight.
But my smile turns sour abruptly at my sudden fright.

The man from the screen whom once was smiling with glee.
Appears to be standing in the corner, watching wickedly.

His intentions unknown, but surely no good.
I must alert the young viewer, if only I could.

His eyes pierce at me, with an evil green glow.
And I swear that new pungent odor is from him, though I'll never know.

I make an attempt to pound against the window pane,
Yet the sound is silent. I need another solution, think brain!

Ah, yes I am the brain of such.
The author, the center, I have the director's touch.

I must come up with a way to save the young viewer.
Sadly, I must hurry or they'll end up a skewer.

The man knows my intentions, I can see in his glare.
That means he can see me, of this I was not aware.

I back away too quickly, and stumble to the ground.
As quickly as I fell, I'm picked up and spun around.

His stench is rotten and truly something foul.
But all that's forgotten as his claws pierce me, I release a pained howl.

He eases his claws and smiles his wicked way.
I only stutter and stumble to find the words I should say.

'Let them be, don't hurt them or what do you want's, would've surely suffice.
Instead I'm left goggling & stuttering in his ever tightening grip, like a vice.

'Say something dearie' he hisses deeply in my ear.
And though I want to, I'm paralyzed in fear.

He's the polar opposite of the man from the screen.
His eyes are the most so, they hold a dark gleam.

He also seems to be moving and jumping, like a Glitch.
As I think this, his smile deepens, at my thoughts or my reaction, I don't know which?

With patience growing thin, his devilish eyes seem to swirl.
But I'm more focused on my fear and attempts to not hurl.

I'm also more focused on the fact he can read my mind.
Yet, that's impossible, unless you're of a certain kind...

My thoughts are interrupted as his patience has worn thin.
He growls in my face, almost looking disappointed, 'well this was an easy win."

I finally shutter 'what do you want? Just let them be.'
But his smile goes colder and with a shush, 'Just watch, dearie.'

I fell to the ground, once he released me from his hold.
Though I can't help but feel an unusual feeling-I feel cold?

Yes, there's snow everywhere. That's logical as it's a chilly night.
But being whom I am, I never experienced this. Somethings surely not right?

I jump to my feet and peer back through the the window.
With neither him or the viewer in sight, I yell 'Where'd they go?!'

I stumble around and try to locate the two.
But neither are around, and something is starting to obstruct my view.

I reach for my journal with an idea so obscene.
What if I, the author, could change this has unfortunate scene.

I click my pen but my words seem to falter; my vision has turned hazy.
I want to write, to change the scene, but my body feels weak and eyes have gone lazy.

I desperately try to escape this consuming feeling.
But with a distant laugh, I know my body won't resist his reeling.

With a whisper from him, I fall to ground.
But I land quite softly and I hear no sound.

My heads pounding and my whole body aches.
Maybe it was a dream, and now I'm awake.

I open my eyes and fly in reverse.
For sitting before me was the man, that demon, a curse.

I cower back as far as I can and whisper, 'who are you?' With this his smile falters.

He stares for a moment, head cocked to the side, and with the faintest smirk. 'It's me, dearie. One of the alters.'

My eyes widened. 'No, it couldn't be. Do they exist?'
'Oh, we certainly do, dearie!' He evilly hissed.

Tears streamed down my face, as I stared at the demon before me.
He's the alter, the dark half and eyes deeper than the sea.

How could the author like me, be placed against something so evil?
Or better yet, save the viewer? It's an unlikely retrieval.

His lip twitches and he stands from his place.
But in the blink of an eye, he's invaded my space.

His foul breath fans across my face as my breath stuttered still.
He cocks his head to the side and his unrelenting stare gives me a chill.

He's hesitate at first, but soon brushes a strand of hair from my cheek.
And with a finger he lifted my chin, to him I was meek.

'Who are you dearie? That's what I want to know.'
With widening eyes I heard him say, 'answer me this, and I'll let them go.'

Does he mean what he says, it truly couldn't be?
With a smile on his face, 'oh, yes it is dearie.'

With certain shock and embarrassment written across my face, I let out gasp.
I watched his eyes as they looked hungrily at my lips, but I found quickly I couldn't escape his grasp.

'I...I don't understand? I'm simply the author.
There's nothing special about me; I have nothing to offer?'

His look hardened and for the first time I felt he was actually something to be feared.
But what I heard him say was even more peculiar, it was weird.

'You are something special, by simply that look in your eyes.
Your curious nature, adventurous soul, and protective sides.'

He took a step closer, pinning me against the wall.
'This is only a few reasons, you're perfect all In all.'

My face fully flushed. I simply couldn't breath.
I can't trust him, though it feels so true. I won't believe.

With this, a frown formed across his face.
He took a step back, allowing me some space.

'Go! Go now and take them with you!'
I reared back in shock 'I...I don't understand? What's your issue?'

My 'issue' is that you are incredibly stubborn!
But don't believe me dearie, I'm simply a demon and never a lover.'

'I'm stupid for even considering the thought.
But with you my mind slipped, in your trap I was caught.'

My hand gripped his when he tried to walk away.
He froze in place, but slowly turned my way.

The original stench that was once foul and rotten,
Had turned into something different. Much sweeter and now forgotten.

I didn't know how I should really feel.
The man, or demon, before me had a look that felt surreal.

'I want to know your name?' I spoke in a whisper.
'It doesn't matter, dearie.' Ugh...You're stubborn mister.

A smirk drew across his lips, he slowly shook his head and the tension had dwindled.
'You little puppet, ate truly something else.' With a smile on his face, the light in his eyes was rekindled.

'I'm GlitchSepticEye or Glitch. I have no other name.'
That made sense since he was jittery and indecisive, all the same.

'I can still hear you, dearie.' And to that I did smirk.
That look in his eyes was nothing short of berserk.

'I'm sorry Glitch, though I think it's perfect.'  I truthfully said.
With a sigh from exhaustion, I tried to clear my head.

I knew he could read my thoughts, and maybe that's what scared me most.
But when he stepped forward, I realized I liked him this close.

He cupped my face delicately in his large hand.
'Dearie, I want to kiss you so badly, you wouldn't even understand.'

With hardly a whisper, 'what are you waiting for?'
My eyes fluttered close but quickly widened as someone burst threw the door.

With a broom held firmly as their weapon of choice.
I seen their eyes land on the two of us and our proximity-to their displeasure they did voice.

'Get away from her you treacherous beast!
Or I swear to you that I'll end you if we aren't released!'

I gripped his hand and stepped forward slightly.
But I couldn't move any closer as Glitch held me tightly.

'Wait! He's ok. We've come to an agreement and you can go.'
With a look of confusion, they pondered on it so.

"Look, I know that this is crazy and may be hard for you to understand.
But we from different world's, you and I. I'm the creator, your my story, and he's passion, my story climax, my demand.

They scrunched up their nose. 'Ugh.. You smell terrible!'
'No I'm serious. That's almost unbearable.'

Together we chuckled at the young viewers sudden actions.
Though I couldn't blame them, as I had the same reaction.

Their shoulders relaxed and the broom slowly fell.
'I don't understand this, but I feel now all is well.'

'If you don't mind me saying, you look rather familiar?
I feel like I know you, it's so peculiar.'

'Well dearie, I'm the alter of the little boy you watch, Sean yet better known as Jack. And the name's Glitch.'
He pointed to me with a smile and continued. 'And she is your maker, the author of this story, my Glitch B*tch.'

For that he earned a much needed wallop to his head.
'Say that again and you'll surely end up dead!'

With a smirk, he rubbed his head and winked me.
Then handed me my journal and pen, 'make it the way it's supposed to be.'

My smile fell and I stared at him in disbelief.
He smiled lightly and took my hands, which was little for relief.

"Dearie, I messed your story up. It's time to change it back.
I almost got my happy ending, but it's something us demons often lack.'

'No...I don't want to? This is my story and I want you in it?'
He frowned. "Think about that viewer. Think of her existence.'

My eyes drifted to the young viewers eyes.
So full of life and hope. I hope that never dies.

With the click of my pen, I rewrote the scene.
I looked at Glitch. 'Mr. Glitch...why do you gotta be so mean?'

With confusion written a upon his face.
The room swirled and distortion took its place.

Twas the night before Christmas and all the the house,
Not a creature was stirring-not even a mouse...

Though that's not the story I'm telling, no here's the sitch.
I found a demon whom loves me. His name is Mr. Glitch.

But that's a story for another time my lovelies!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.