Chapter 2: Santa South!?
Damn nightmare, shouldn't have played slender before going to bed, who does that!?... Oh me. I shook my head trying to get that image of slenderman peeping at me while I was taking a crap. Suddenly I heard something outside the door of my room. Santa!? (yes I believe in Santa Claus) I got off my bed while excited. I kept whispering the same some over again "SantaSantaSantaSantaSantaSan taSanta..." I got outside of my room through the hallway.
"Oh boy, I prepped my wave 2 Christmas list that consists of Halo 4, Medal of honer warfighter, and Transformers Fall of Cybertron" I went down to the living room. There, standing, the silouette of jolly Saint Nick. I couldn't hold excitement "Santa Clau-" it wasn't Santa, it was someone else, a drunk cosplayer? The figure is wearing a spartan mark 6 armor, the color was violet with green accents and details. It looked like she came out of the computer, at that moment I knew who it was.
"South Dakota!? What are you doing in my house!?"
She got up while startled.
"What am I doing in your house!?"
"That's what I was asking!?"
"I don't know!?"
"Me neither!"
The freelancer sat on the couch in confusion, I kinda felt bad for her a little. She later took off her helmet and threw it on the floor. "What the fuck just happened!?"
I backed up a little, "wanna have some hot chocolate? I mean its December" She gave off a little sigh, "Ok"
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