Woop, I'm on a Pewdie hype! Sooo, back to where we left off – what will JB/Timmy do?! Woop!

It was three nights later. Mrs Clause and Santa had been so kind to me, listening to me, playing games with me, letting me ride on the reindeers, feeding me lots of chocolate and sweets, letting me play with the toys – every kid's dream.

But, deep in my little-boy heart, I missed Mom, and especially Dad, so much.

Just the thought of him calling me 'Little Shit' brought tears of sadness to my eyes. He was always so... Yeah, let's not carry on with that route.

Santa became more secretive though, always talking sneakily to his elves, and staring at me funny. Like, he was...waiting.

I tried to shrug it off.

This third night, I was doing a puzzle with Batman on the front humping Robin, when I realised something – Dad was coming to save me. I wished it. I heard it.

I slowly walked away, and wandered aimlessly up the stairs.

"Timmy, where are you going?" Santa called, flicking through channels until he landed on the Adult Chat and Date channel.

"I'm just – er – getting some more toys." I said desperatley, my eyes flashing wildly for inspiration.

Santa chuckled. "Boys and their toys. Ha, thats what she said. Alright, Timmy, you go get some. Ha, she said that again!"

I shook my head, and went on up, closing the door silently behind me. I turned, and flicked on the light, as it was so dim, and saw a figure in a bicycle helmet watching me from the window.

I struggled not to scream.

"Dad!" I whisper-shouted gleefully, running towards him, before he moved away so I banged into the window.

"What did I say about hugging and touching?" Dad growled, his voice low yet angry.

"Oh, Daddy, I love you so, youcame to rescue me!" I said gleefully, hopping on the spot. "We can practice synchronised dance mo -"

"Shut uuuup, you little shit!" Dad whined, hitting me. "I came back because I blew up Anton."

"You blew up -" I began, before Dad hit me again.

"Yeeees, it's a fucking disgraaace. It was an accident. Now let's go, your mom wants you back."

"Okay," I agreed eagerly, and we eased open the window.

"Oh, Dad, it's too far down," I said, peering out the window.

"No it's not," Dad said quickly, and he pushed me. I fell head first in the snow, and suspected a broken wrist.

"Daaaaad!" I couldn't help but yell, and I heard a sudden 'ho-ho-HO' from the house. "Dad, hurry!"

Dad landed next to me, and grabbed me. We ran quickly, and I heard a jingle.

"Oh, no..."

I turned around as I ran, and saw Santa in his sleigh with the elves.

"RUN, YOU FILTHY PEASENTS! RUN BEFORE I BOUNCE – haha, that's what she said – OFF THE WALLS!" Santa yelled, 'ya-ing' again.

"Run, you little dumbass!" Dad shouted, and we sped up. He dropped something on the floor, and Santa ran into it.

Suddenly, explosions boomed all around us, and I turned to see Santa and his elves blown up, bits of red and beard wafting gently to the ground.

I turned my head forward again, and knew then I couldn't look back.

"RUN, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Dad screamed again, and I knew soon, I'd be back home, unsafe and unsound.

Hey, end of this chapter YEAAAAAA! Maybe I should have more characters in it to make it interesting...hmmm...

Anyways, just a few things to some people in no particular order:

SpiritoftheMapleLeaf – Yeah, me neither, Santa would be awesome :D And thanks anyway :)

theNOmonster – haha I'm glad :D I will be updating now as much as possibru

Yea-Im-Piggeh – I'm just a random person, it happens natrually :) And thank you :D
NorthernItaly – ahaha thanks, I watch him too much though 8-/ don't we all?!

Kuroyami Kukaukuro – Thanks and I will :D

solaheartnet - Thanks so much :) OOOOOH I hope so :D Brofist!

Just some random replies there, people :) I think I'll start doing this more ^^, because you guys make me smile, and I thank you all who reviewed, favourited, looked at it and followed. WOOOOOOO! Brofist!