Hey okay so sorry if there's some errors I'm in a hurry and kind of really wanted to post this before Monday so here we are!

A few things:

1) If anyone can make a better summary, that'd be great! Technically a contest, I guess? Uh, not much of one, though. I'll give credit in the chapter after I change it. It must have something similar to "vote for the ending" in it, as well as the title of the day. That all has to fit into the character limit. So, uh, yeah...

2) To toy cupcakes: Remember when I said you'd have to wait until day 13? Well, uh, I meant day 12. ...Happy birthday! :D

Day 12: mistletoe (or just plain smoochies)

There are a lot of interesting things that happen during the month of December when you're four, and having your brother's friend string up a bunch of strange leaves all over your house is probably one of them.

"What's that?" Ben asked as Toby stuck one up by the kitchen door. There were three in total- one at the bottom of the stairs, one in the middle of the hall (just outside Ben's door) and the final now strung above the kitchen's entrance. It was just a bunch of leaves with red ribbon...more decorations?

Toby chuckled, stepping back a bit to admire his work. "It's called mistletoe!"

"Mistletoe?" The child had never heard that before, and it intrigued him, just a bit.

"Yeah in December you hang up mistletoe. Wanna know why?"

As the child nodded, Toby leaned in so that his voice could lower without Ben missing what he said. "Mistletoe is magickal."

Ben's eyes widened at the sound of that. "Magickal?" He remembered hearing that on one of the T.V. shows Purple Daddy would play for him, and it always was followed with some kind of colorful energy that made stuff move or other things that Ben wished he could do. With that thought, he looked up at the mistletoe, reaching up to grab it but being a bit disappointed when realization struck that it was unreachable.

"Hey don't grab it it has to stay up there to be magickal!" Toby grabbed the kid's hand to lower it down, a bit rougher than what Jack had done, maybe, but nowhere near enough to hurt him.

Ben frowned, just a bit. "Why is it magick?"

This seemed to make Toby smile even more. "It's magickal 'cause whoever stands underneath it has to kiss!"

The child looked up from his place in the doorframe and giggled, if only a bit. "We're under it!"

"Hehe yeah we are guess you gotta give me a kiss!"

Ben's small laughter increased as he lifted his arms up, Toby bending down to eye level in response. He then leaned forward and gave the older a quick kiss on the cheek, his laughter and four-year-old ability making for a very chuckle-worthy experience, which of course, Toby fully endorsed.

"Hey look it works I got you to kiss me!" the rabbit-lover exclaimed, reaching his hand up to ruffle Ben's hair, which made the boy freeze and he quickly redrew it. "Oh Ben sorry I didn't mean to-"

Ben took a deep breath in, nodding slowly. "It's okay. I am okay."

The older blinked at first, then continued his chuckling. "Yeah you're okay. But hey it worked that's great that means the magick will work on others!"

"Others?" He paused for a moment. Other...people? The magick can work on other people? ...That makes sense! "Oh yeah! Others!" This made little Ben tighten his grip around his Fredbear plush giddily. Others! Mistletoe can make others kiss! That's so cool!

It seemed pretty contagious, as Toby's laughter increased a little bit, too. The elder rose to his feet once more and glanced upward at his work. "Well who do we get to kiss first?" He actually already had two people in mind, but the shipper wanted to see if his friend's younger brother could catch on.

Which, evidently, he didn't, and what the kid cried caused a light pink to creep across Toby's face. "You and Frederick!"

"What! No not meandFrederickhedoesn'tevenlikemethatwouldn'tworknoI mean Jack and Chico!"

The kid quietly stared the boy in the face, blinking a few times while his mind tried to wrap around what on Earth Toby had even said. He reached his hand up to let his rest against his cheek and after what felt like forever in the older, more hyper kid's mind, the latter sighed.

"Never mind just help me get your brother over here okay?"

"Okay." That seemed easy enough. All he had to do was ask, right?

Toby took a quick glance around the kitchen and then bent back down to Ben's ear. It was then that he whispered into the boy's ear, "I'm going to get Chico to help me make something. You go get Jack when I ask you to taste it. Got it?"

"Got it!"

"Good!" Toby rose to his feet, eyes turning back to the living room before shouting, "CHICO!"

Only, after a few moments, much to the older's surprise...no one came.

Toby scratched his head. Well, that was odd. Usually Chico was one of the most punctual people he knew. To top it off, when someone called for the teen, they'd coming running with the snap of a finger just to see what was going on. The fact that they weren't appearing was...odd. Very odd. With a small frown on his face, the boy began walking toward the living room where he had last seen all three of his friends, the little brother of one deciding to tag along with.

However, upon entering, the duo found neither of their targets in the room. In fact, the only source of energy from it was the still flashing television.

Ben looked up at his brother's- er, his friend with a questioning expression while tilting his head to the side. "Where's Jack and Chico and Frederick?" They'd been right there when he left!

The older of two shrugged, quickly walking over to the hallway. Maybe the'd went to check on Vanessa?

Said girl's brother frowned at that. She was out with Purple Daddy…why would anybody be down there? Ben tugged lightly on the older's leg to convey this.

"Wassup?" Toby asked, looking down at the little boy who instantly withdrew.

"Vanessa's not here."

Well, that seemed to stop the boy. So...maybe they were upstairs? Jack's room was up there; it wasn't out of the range of possibilities. With an over exaggerated sigh, Toby began to bounce over to the staircase, Ben trailing behind his heels. He glanced over toward the television just as they were about to begin their climb, then smacked right into someone's chest.

Toby turned back to see who he had smacked into and immediately blushed. Well, now he'd have to apologize to someone, which was embarrassing enough, but it was one of his friends...one in particular….

"Hey, Toby." The teen smiled warmly at his friend while taking another step forward so they were about at eye level. Frederick, if he'd taken enough to go down fully, would have been ever-so-slightly shorter than his skinnier friend. Well, actually, a lot shorter. Toby was the tall and lengthy type, much in contrast to Fred's average-height-stubby-body. The fact that Toby had run into his chest means the latter would've fallen otherwise. Now, however, they were staring at each other, one a bit awkwardly and the other just waiting for the former to make some sort of move. It'd be rational to question where everyone was, after all, and Frederick was there to explain.

However, after a few moments of silence, Ben's hands went up to his mouth and he began to giggle profusely.

Both teens turned curiously to watch him, to which he responded with, "You're under the mistletoe!"

Another silence ensued, this time filled with the taller male blushing even more so than the thought of apologizing and the shorter just giving a very, very small smile.

Ben then crawled up the stairs before he got to see anything (Freddybear didn't want to see yucky kissing, and Ben knew what would happen anyway; the mistletoe was magick!). He'd reached the top of the steps much quicker than last night since he was well past awake this time, and no longer did he need to bang his stuffed animal against the stairs on the way up. The child then began his way toward his brother's room.

Plushtrap, interestingly enough, was not only gone from his chair, but missing from the hall entirely. Though Ben didn't really pay much mind to it, that fact certainly caught Freddybear's attention.

What the child found upon entering Jackson's room was not Jack sitting in front of his bed in fear, but instead lying on it, eyes closed, and stuffed rabbit tightly held to his chest. Next to him this time was Chico, who held a warm smile across their face.

When the more awake teen had noted Benjamin standing in the room door, they waved a hand for him to come in. Of course he followed.

The child then looked over his brother for a good half second before stating, "He's sleeping."

Chico chuckled ever-so-quietly. "Yes, he's sleeping."

Shortly after, Ben began to climb his way on top of the bed to sit up right next to his brother. His brother's friend- wait, wait, his friend- was doing something...rubbing Jack's back? Oh, so it wasn't just daddys that could do that. Okay. Then Ben will try that!

Chico removed their hand when they saw Ben trying to mimic their action, albeit a bit roughly. Jack didn't seem to mind, and that was the important part.

Ben's onyx eyes trailed from his brother to his friend curiously. "Why's Jack sleeping?"

"He didn't get much sleep last night," his friend replied, folding their hands and placing them in their lap. Well, that was what Jack told them. They weren't exactly there to experience it first-hand, so they trusted that he had given the right information. Toby was the one who exaggerated things, not Jack. That probably wasn't a problem.

"Oh yeah. He had a bad dream." Ben was there! Ben remembered!

This caused Chico to raise an eyebrow, though only for a mere moment. "So you heard him have a bad dream."

"Yup. I was in his room with Phone Daddy."

That smile upon the teen's face grew as they brushed their hand against Jack's forehead, eyes still on the wide awake four-year-old. "Well I bet you helped make the bad dreams go away."

"I did," the child stated proudly while adding a small, happy giggle to it.

"Yes, well, you did a good job with it." Judging from the peaceful expression resting on Jack's face, anyway. ...Though Ben wasn't there when he fell asleep this time…

Another moment of silence went by (though much less awkward than the one with Toby and Frederick) before Ben spoke again, this time saying along the lines of, "Aww...now you won't kiss under the mistletoe!"

"What?" This, too, raised Chico's eyebrow, as they seemed to like to do that a lot to provoke people to continue on with whatever was being said.

"Toby wanted you to kiss Jack with the magick mistletoe but now he's kissing Frederick." Well, okay, that last part was still pretty cool, but Ben wanted the mistletoe to work on everyone! Now Jack was asleep and it wouldn't work on him because that's obviously how magick works.

If one was watching closely, they would've noticed a small blush cross over Chico's face, but the four-year-old didn't really care to take notice of that. Freddybear might've, but likely didn't really know much about what it implied anyway.

"So Toby was trying to get us under the mistletoe, but now he's there with Frederick…" Well, that should be an interesting thing to see. Chico already knew how the two felt anyway (or assumed they knew what the two felt anyway). That might at least give a few chuckles.

They rose from the bed, careful not to show off anything impolite or immodest and smiled back at Ben. "Could you stay here and watch Jack sleep, please, to make sure he doesn't have any more bad dreams?"

"Okay," Ben said and gave a small wave to the teen. The teen waved back before heading out towards the staircase, to which Ben then laid down next to his brother, muttering a quick, "Good night," and closing his own eyes. No, he wasn't tired, but it's what his big brother was doing, so he'd do it, too.