Chapter 3: The Christmas Skull
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Oh hello again and welcome back. It's Phoebe's turn to changed Chandler's mind, he probably doesn't know that people die at this seasonally time.
Phoebe walked into Monica and Chandler's apartment wearing a Christmas jumper that was lit up and a halo. She was also carrying a bag. Chandler walked out of his bedroom and looked Phoebe up and down.
"Why if it isn't the Ghost of bad Christmas outfits." Chandler said jokingly shoving his hands in his pockets while Phoebe laughed.
"Funny boy, huh?" Phoebe asked and Chandler smiled and nodded. "Sit down!"
Chandler did what he was told as he was slightly frightened of Phoebe. The blonde walked over and sat down beside him setting the bag on the table.
"What's in the bag?" Chandler asked pointing to the brown paper bag.
Phoebe took the bag off the table and she took out a skull making Chandler scream in terror and jump behind the couch. The brunet looked up from the couch.
"W-What is t-th-that?" Chandler asked shakily and Phoebe rolled her eyes as if what she was holding was known by everybody.
"It's the Christmas skull, duh!" The blonde replied as she held it up to his face.
"Okay." The funny guy replied and he pushed the skull away from his face. He jumped back to the other side of the couch and sat down. "I think you got two holidays mixed up there Pheebs."
"Nuh-uh!" Phoebe protested and placed the skull in her lap. "My mom used to leave it on the table at Christmas; to remind us that even though its Christmas people still die."
It was a certain way that Phoebe spoke and a glint in her eye that made Chandler say, "D-Do you think it was a sign?"
The blonde raised her head to look at Chandler, there was a single tear running down her cheek. This was the first time Chandler, or anyone of her friends for that matter, had seen her cry over her Mother. Chandler gently wiped the tear away.
"T-Tell m-me about i-it." The brunet said slowly in the most comforting tone he could muster.
"I'm supposed to be helping you…." Phoebe trailed off.
"Talking helps you, listening helps me." Chandler whispered softly.
The blonde sniffed and pushed her blonde locks behind her ears before looking her friend straight in the eye. "I was thirteen and it was Christmas Eve morning Ursula and I…."
Phoebe and Ursula Buffay began to run down the stairs on Christmas Eve morning to see the first snowfall of winter. The twins began to playfully push and shove each other as they ran down.
"Race you!" Ursula told her younger sister and they ran faster.
The two had great fun in the snow playing. The built a snow family, the made snow angels, they threw snowballs and made snow forts. After while the two decided to go inside to watch some TV.
They entered their house and as they turned the corner Ursula ran into the living room while Phoebe stopped immediately in her tracks. She stared wide eyed at the scene in front of her and her mouth made a perfect o shape. Her lip began to tremble and so did her body, the blonde felt like she was going to vomit.
Ursula stuck her head out of the living room door to see Phoebe just standing there, almost like she was frozen. The curious blonde made her way over to her sister and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Phoebe, what's wrong?"
Phoebe couldn't find her voice and the lump that was forming in her throat didn't help, she slowly lifted her arm and pointed into the kitchen. The older twin felt an unexpected pain in her stomach and said a silent prayer in hope that everything would be ok; she slowly turned her head and gasped.
For the Buffay twins it felt like the world at stopped turning. Tears began to prick at their eyes.
"I-Is s-s-he d-d-d-d." Ursula couldn't find herself to say the word and looked at her younger sister and hoped she knew what she meant.
"I-I d-don't kno-o-w." She whispered in reply and the twins slowly walked over to the woman lying on the floor beside an open oven. Ursula closed it as Phoebe checked on their mother.
The woman on the floor had beautiful brown hair that curled at the end and her brown ringlets matched perfectly to her pale skin. Her eyes were closed but if you saw them open you would see big brown eyes that would glimmer in light and when she smiled. They hid her past well.
Phoebe began to check for a pulse but she couldn't find one so she asked Ursula to help her find it but it wasn't very successful. The two began to weep uncontrollably which woke up their stepdad. He walked in sleepily to the kitchen rubbing his eyes and yawning.
He was tall and skinny, he had a full head of brown hair and he had hazel eyes.
"What's going on here?" He asked before removing his hands from his eyes. He gasped loudly and collapsed to his knees beside his wife's body and where his stepdaughters were.
"Dad, M-mom is-s-s g-g-go-on-e." Phoebe informed him.
"Our stepdad called the cops and the hospital and the cops arrested him cause they thought he murdered her because they didn't find a note. Stupid Ursula! I grab the Christmas Skull of the table and Ursula and I took off." Phoebe told Chandler. "I forgot to take my mom's bracelet which she wore every day. It would have been like she'd always be with me."
The brunet worked up the courage to give his friend advice even though Monica's voice rang in his head telling him not too. "Y'know what they say." Chandler began and placed a hand on Phoebe's knee. "If you love someone set them free."
Phoebe nodded her head in response; a small smile crept across her face. "Did I change your mind about Christmas?"
"Nope." Chandler replied popping his p. "I still think it's just about spending money on crap."
"Ugh! You're impossible!" Phoebe told him and slapped his shoulder. "You just wait till Ross gets hold of you tomorrow!"
"Ooooh I'm so scared." The brunet replied in a blunt tone.
"So Ben, this is the Christmas Skull." Phoebe told the eight year old. They were in Monica's and Chandler's apartment with Monica, Ross and Rachel. Phoebe held the skull out to Ben. "It's to remind us even though it's Christmas people still die."
Ben scrunched up his face adorably in a confused expression. "What?"
Ross and Monica exchange looks and Rachel folds her arms and smirks.
"I did tell you to take this Christmas to teach Ben about Phoebe." Rachel told him.
"Yeah, you so should have." Monica agreed and let out a small giggle when she saw her brother hang his head.
So Chandler learnt about a part in his weird friend's past but he still think that Christmas is daft. Will Ross, Rachel and Joey de-screw this modern day Scrooge?
A/N: Hey guys! It's nearly Christmas! Woohoo! I can't wait, my parents are getting me 'Scene it? Friends DVD Board Game'! What are you guys getting for Christmas? Anyways I hope you're enjoying the story so far! Please review and I'll try to update soon.
Merry Christmas ~ Mystery Girl 911
