AN: IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME PANCAKE! I know. I suck. Time really got away from me with Thanksgiving and such. I'm also a babysitter once more. I've actually missed it and it feels nice to have a little one running around again. The baby girl I'm caring for is so sweet. She just turned one and is learning to walk. She's a cuddle bug and a smiley little thing. Black Friday, I went back to my tattoo shop for their $40 deal and got some new ink! Like my first tattoo, I've been keeping a close eye on it because as y'all know I've had skin infections before and they're not fun. Also, NaNoWriMo has kicked my butt. I didn't reach my goal but hey, I did better than I expected which is good enough for me. Alright, I just want to remind everyone I will NOT be accepting requests for this fic and requests for the whump fest are CLOSED. With that said, let's get a move on!
Summary: 12 Days of our Favorite Blonde Haired Blue Eyed Agent! Whump is afoot with everything in between! Ready for the madness?
Mistakes? Dinkleburg. Flames? Goodie! I love s'mores!
Enjoy my loves!
1 Round of Zombies
"Call of Duty?" Mac asked looking at the game he had unwrapped.
"The new Call of Duty! We have to try out Zombies!" Riley exclaimed happily.
It was Christmas morning and the little family was gathered at Mac's place to open presents and spend the day together. They were all in pajamas and each had a mug coffee next to them. Mac booted up his X-Box and handed Riley and Bozer a controller then popped the game in. Jack and Matty sat back with amused grins on their faces. They were ready for the madness to unfold.
When the menu came up, Mac selected Zombies and the trio selected their characters with their weapons. After all the modifications to their weapons and making their controls were the way they wanted them, they were ready to do battle. Mac selected a small cabin as the first stage and the round began.
The first round went well as did the second and third, but the fourth was when things got a little harder. Jack and Matty had been taking pictures and recording videos of their kids' bonding with another.
"Where am I?!" Mac exclaimed. "I need to go! I need to go! I need to get the hell out!"
Mac moved his character up the second set of stairs in the kitchen area and ran right past a zombie.
"I didn't even see him! Corner! Corner! My kingdom for a corner!"
Riley and Bozer were trying so hard not to laugh with Jack and Matty. They were failing. Mac was too busy firing off shots and not getting killed.
"YEET! Eat that grenade bitch! YEET TIMES TWO!" Mac shouted throwing grenades at the hoard.
Matty leaned over to Riley who was now trying to revive a dead Mac.
"What does 'yeet' mean?" Matty asked not stopping her recording.
"Different things, but when someone throws something they shout yeet," Riley explained.
"You kids and your lingo," Jack said taking a sip of his third cup of coffee.
"I'M OUT OF AMMO! I NEED TO SKRT SKRT OUT OF HERE!"
"Mac, calm down it's a game," Jack said.
"THERE'S A FREAKING ZOMBIE UP MY ASS AND I HAVE NO AMMO! I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" Mac shouted.
Mac did manage to buy more ammo and was back in the fray.
"I'm outie! I'm outie 5'000!" Mac exclaimed running his character downstairs. He hit the grenade button and launched one into the hoard. "YEET!"
After another two rounds, the group died. Mac turned to Bozer and Riley to ask if they wanted to try a different map and found the two laughing hard.
"What's so funny?" Mac asked.
Matty showed Mac the video she recorded and Mac blushed hard.
"No more internet for you kiddo. Or Call of Duty for that matter." Jack teased.
Mac stuck his tongue out and challenge Matty and Jack to work together to defeat the hoard and see how many rounds they could survive. The two took the challenge and grabbed the controllers from Mac and Riley as they were the first and second players. Jack and Matty switched characters and weapons with the help of Riley. When the two where ready, they chose the same map and the game began.
Mac, Riley, and Bozer were laughing hard as they recorded their mother and father figures yelling at each other while trying to survive.
This Christmas morning was one they won't soon forget, and who knows, maybe Christmas Zombies might be a new tradition.
Macs dialogue came from me when I played Zombies with my youngest brother during his Thanksgiving break...*yeets self into a hole*
Until Day 2!
