But believe… the earnest and serious people are the ones who have the last laugh-
Hayate punched the imaginary Santa in the face, bruising his hand on the tree. Santa was a liar, and liars deserve to be punished. Unlike himself, who had done nothing wrong this Christmas, but ended up without a job, without parents, but somehow with 150 million yen of debt on his head from the parents who took his job for the paycheck.
"It's more like the earnest get seriously screwed over," Hayate muttered to himself, pulling up his jacket over his hair so that he wouldn't stick out to any yakuza on his tail. The wind blew cold in his face, as did a bit of snow falling off nearby trees. He didn't appreciate nature's gesture.
Still, how was he supposed to recover that much money? No, he would have to live the life of a man with no name, wandering from town to town with nothing but the clothes off his back. Wait, scratch that, he couldn't wear those clothes; the thugs already saw him escape with those. He'd have to walk from town to town naked instead, hiding his face with shrubbery as he tried to dig through trash cans for sustenance.
"No, they'd recognize my body," Hayate chided himself, pointing out the only flaw in the plan. "I'm going to have to do something, but what..."
He walked to the park, hiding by bushes, thinking of something to do, and a tad bit thirsty. For a Christmas Eve night, it was surprisingly clear of couples enjoying the walk and cold. It was clear from his bush to the drink vending machine and some sort of kindness on the overall bad day.
Tiptoeing ever so carefully in the middle of the abandoned walkway, Hayate arrived at the machine.
Coffee – 120 yen
His face blanched. Of course, his parents didn't even leave enough for this. The air got colder around him, as he finally understood his predicament. It was time to be a bad boy. He had to do the impossible and commit the most heinous of crimes-
Wait, what can I do to get the money back?
He crept back to the bushes while contemplating this question, when all of a sudden, he saw his way. Standing at the vending machine he was just at was a young girl in a light dress clearly not made for the weather, with blonde twin tails and looking at the machine confused. There was no way she wasn't rich. A smile crept upon his face; he had been given a chance from God. Now all he had to do was get out of the bushes and-
WHAM!
Hayate was sent soaring backwards from the bushes into the open field behind him. Shocked, Hayate looked up to find a looming figure in a demonic red suit, puffed out to the extreme. His long beard showed his experience, and his black eye showed his rage. The large man slowly walked over to his prey, dragging a large sack behind him. Hayate could only cower.
Santa was pissed.
BAD END (1) – Santa prefers delivering one hell of a punch instead of coal.