A/N: At 601 words, I think this is my shortest story yet. Anyway, I wrote this fic based off of the new pajamas I got for Christmas. They're pink fleece footie pajamas with black cuffs, neckline, and feet, and black skulls all over. I said I kind of wanted to cosplay in them, and my friend suggested I be Jake. Then this happened. I regret nothing. I also [DISCLAIMER] own nothing but these awesome new pajamas. Seriously.
Anywho, merry late Christmas! Enjoy!
Christmas morning at Jake's house was always rather interesting, less and more so in different ways since his grandmother had died. He still got gifts from his friends, which was awfully nice of them, and he still had giant pumpkin pies (though he felt it was utterly wrong to try eating the frightening fauna, so his Christmases were usually spent in a rather vegitarian fashion), but Christmas for him never was and never would be the same as how the other children of the world probably spent their holidays.
Oh, he wasn't complaining. Definitely not. He really, truly enjoyed the way he lived and spent his holidays (though he couldn't honestly say there was nothing to complain about from time to time). Still, Christmas after Christmas, he was alone with the fauna of his island, talking to his friends via chat clients whenever they had the chance to be away from their loving, yet sometimes annoying and/or overbearing, family members, opening presents that were dropped to his land via airmail.
His Christmas holiday passed every year in a very similar fashion, the only differences usually being the size of the pie,the conversational topics, and the variety of the gifts. There was no reason for Jake to suspect that it would ever be any different from what he was used to.
There was nothing so very odd about this Christmas either, as his holiday had not changed excepting the above criteria, but that was when Jake English learned that even if everything stays constant, being friends with a certain Mr. Strider will always make things painfully odd.
Thus, when he opened an orange-wrapped gift, he could do little but stare in horror and rush to his husktop, hoping this same friend was online. Thankfully, he was.
- golothogasTerror [GT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] -
GT: What in the world is this?
TT: You're going to have to be a little more specific if you want me to have any idea what you're talking about. GT: You know right well what im talking about!
TT: Would I ask if I knew? Come on, man, I'm not psychic. GT: I wouldnt be surprised if you were GT: At any rate what is this present youve sent me?
TT: Oh, that. Do you like it?
GT: ...Its pink TT: Yeah, and it has skulls. I know how much you like skulls.
GT: You got me a pair of of pink footie pajamas TT: With skulls.
GT: Yes i understand that it has skulls but thats not the point TT: Actually, that's the entire point.
GT: What am i supposed to do with this?
TT: Wear it.
GT: Wear it?
TT: Yes, wear it. When you get a gift, you're kind of obligated to put it to some use. It's only right.
GT: ...Youve got to be kidding me.
TT: Nope. You're hurting my feelings, English.
GT: Siiiigh! Fine! Ill wear the pajamas.
TT: Pics or it didn't happen.
GT: Really? Oh for the love of...
- golothogasTerror [GT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] -
And so it came that Jake English was wearing a pair of footie pajamas, the colour of which seemed more suited for Lalonde than they ever would for himself. At first he was just going to put them on, take the picture, and then remove them, but they were so, so soft... Yes, he could wear them just a little longer.
Meanwhile, a robot was watching him, though he didn't know it, and through that robot a certain D. Strider was watching, a barely perceptible smirk on his face. "Merry Christmas, Jake."
