Jingle All The Way Chapter 1

Newt's eyes flew open as he sat up quickly and touched his forehead where the bullet that Thomas was supposed to put there should've been.

Finding no injury whatsoever, he found himself looking around the strange room that he had woken up in.

"What the bloody hell?"

He muttered as he looked down and saw that he was in a clean red sweater and a pair of blue jeans with a pair of socks over his feet.

Looking around the room he took in its red and sparkly gold walls and plush green carpet.

The bed that he was currently sitting on was a gigantic gold sleigh bed with red and green linens.

He reached up and started to rub his temple as a splitting headache started to make him dizzy.

Laying back down amongst the plush linens, he closed his eyes and wondered if this was what heaven looked like.

He was supposed to be dead after all.

He jumped slightly when he opened his eyes and saw a boy that looked to be his age dressed in an elf outfit leaning up against the doorframe while munching on what looked like decorated sugar cookies.

Newt narrowed his eyes as the boy gave him a smile full of cookies and a wave.

"Oh good. You're awake. Your dad's been buggin me for months about finding a way to shut off that damn game. Can't believe it took all of you out. I told Santa that we needed to stop making those stupid video games. Kids rarely play with regular toys anymore. Such a shame, huh?"

He said casually making Newt quirk an eyebrow at him.

"And who the hell are you?"

He asked as he noticed the actual pointy ears that sprouted out of elf boy's head.

Said elf boy rolled his eyes and gave him a knowing smirk before walking out of the room.

"Sit tight. I'm gonna go tell your dad you're awake. He can explain everything. I'll see ya later Adam."

Newt's nose wrinkled in disgust as he threw up his arms in the air.

"Who the fuck is Adam?!"

He groaned to no one in particular as he proceeded to close his eyes and prayed that this was just a bad dream.

A few minutes later another set of footsteps sounded before whoever it was walked straight into his room without knocking.

Honestly, was it too hard for them to just knock?

Suddenly he felt the bed dip and quickly opened his eyes and was taken aback at who exactly was sitting beside him.

"Holy Shit!"

He breathed out as Santa Claus in all his glory smiled down at him.

"And here I thought you might've forgotten how to bloody curse. Nice to have you back son."

Newt's mouth opened and closed a few times before he burst out laughing.

"Oh my God….Santa Claus is here and bloody talking to me….What the fuck just happened?"

He laughed as Santa gave him an understanding look.

"I know you don't remember but we're going to fix that in just a moment. Before we restore your memory though I would like to welcome you home and let you know that we have successfully woken up all of your friends as well. They are just down the hall in their rooms. I'm sure they're going to be very eager to see you after they too have their memories restored. Now with that said, look towards me."

Newt's face scrunched in confusion before his eyes found Santa's and he felt his jaw slack as an onslaught of memories hit him all at once.

Memories of him and his best friend Bernard being lazy and stealing cookies from the kitchen instead of working.

Memories of ice skating with all of his friends on the magical frozen pond in the back of the lair.

But most of all, his memories were filled of a beautiful girl with long brown hair, mischievous blue eyes, and cute pointy ears.

Amelia.

Her name echoed through his mind as he opened his eyes that had become filled with unshed tears.

The boy that was formerly known as Newt now remembered his true name.

Adam Claus.

The son of Mr. and Mrs. Claus.

Tears were cascading freely down his pale cheeks as he jumped up and threw his arms around his dad.

Santa hugged him close and rubbed his back while Adam cried tears of joy at finally being reunited with his family.

"Dad….I'm sorry I forgot you. I don't even know how I bloody could've forgotten you…"

He cried as his father shushed him.

"Now, now son. No more tears. It's time to celebrate you and your friends waking up from those blasted comas that were caused by a stupid 3D simulation video game. You all were playing together when you passed out and didn't wake up. We think the game caused a neurological reaction which made you think you were in the game. I can only imagine what you all were going through trapped inside your minds. But alas, you are home now and I think I hear some people who would really like to see you."

He said with a wink as Adam wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his red sweater.

A trampling sound of multiple footsteps ran towards him before every one of the former Glader's spilled into his room and tackled hugged him down onto the floor.

"Adam! I can't believe we were gone so long! We missed you terribly!"

His friend who he had known in the game as Teresa, but was actually named Lisa said as tears fell from her pretty blue eyes.

The Glader's formerly known as Thomas and Gally now remembered that their names were Elias and Byron hugged him tightly to them.

He squeaked out a very undignified "ow" as his friends who he had called Brenda and Minho for the longest time punched both of his shoulders in tandem.

"Owww, Ellie! You and Damien are so mean…"

He whined as everyone burst out laughing at the young blonde's childish behavior.

"Alright I'm so glad to see you all too but can you please get the fuck off of me?!"

He gritted out before all of his friends got off of him and pulled him onto his feet.

Bringing his friends into a large group bear hug he held them close as they relished in the feeling of being home and away from the horrors that the game had put them through.

As his son and his friends got reacquainted, Santa smiled happily knowing that little did his son know, this Christmas was going to be his best one yet.