The Battle for Christmas: Part 2

The snowfall seemed to grow heavier that night and it seemed to grow colder. Through fast collective effort and with Santa's help, they were able to turn the castle into makeshift fortress. While trenches were being dug around the perimeter, the engines brought in Santa's elves to act as extra troops along with some actual nutcracker soldiers. The adults and teens, who wore the same uniform as the nutcrackers, complete with a thick wool tunic, wool pants, heavy duty boots, shakos, and armed with rifles, swords and bayonets, would take shifts guarding the place. The kids meanwhile would be kept inside. They even elected officers for their army.

"Trenches have been dug." Rubble reported, running up to Santa.

"Artillery's ready for action." Brian Griffin said.

"Good work." Santa commented as his walkie-talkie came on. "Anything coming up, honey?"

"No, the elves and the nutcrackers have reported no sighting of him so far." Mrs. Claus replied.

"I see. You can all head back to base." Santa said.

"Now what?" Adorabat asked.

"We wait." Santa replied.

And wait they did. As per protocol, the adults and teens took turns patrolling and guarding the premises while the kids were safely sheltered inside. Speaking of which, they decided to make the most of their situation by having an impromptu slumber party. For the most part, it was surprisingly effective at taking their minds off their situation as they played, snacked and chatted.

"You know, I never thought I'd have this much fun in a potential warzone." Penny said.

"You have no idea." Gumball chuckled back.

"Yeah, I think it's so cozy." Dizzy said.

"Same here." Dee Dee agreed.

"You think they're gonna be okay out there?" Annie wondered.

"I believe in them." Pony said.

"Ever the optimist, aren't you?" Lincoln remarked.

Meanwhile out in the snow, troops filled the trenches as they kept a lookout for any sign of the enemy. Bandit, in particular, held his rifle out ready to fire at anything.

"See anything?" He asked.

"Nothing so far." Chili replied. "I think we-"

Suddenly, an elf cut her off by covering her mouth. His head and years twitched as if he was hearing something.

"Shut it. Listen." He said. "You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Lori asked.

The same sound echoed through the night again. This time, more people hear it.

"What in the name of Dog?" Doug said.

It sounded like gurgled screeching. The noise seemed to be getting closer until they were able to see where it was coming from. That was coming from a horde of winged wendigos, flying like bats out of hell towards them.

"INCOMING!" Santa cried.

"Present arms!" Mao Mao ordered as they all raised their rifles.

"Take aim!" They did.

"FIRE!"

With that, they all fired their rifles at the winged monsters, pumping out as much lead as they could as fast as they could. They were able to shoot down many wendigos, but many were able to land in the trench and pounce on troops and devour or carry them away. One pinned Bill Green to the floor and roared in his face as he screamed in horror. Fortunately, Nancy was able to skewer it with her bayonet.

"I got your back." She said.

"Thanks." He replied as she helped him up.

"Incoming changelings!" King warned.

"Quickly! Get that artillery going!" Dylan barked to the cannon crews.

"Cannons are loaded!" Luz responded.

"FIRE!" Dylan shouted.

With that, they fired a volley of artillery shells at the charging changelings, blowing several of them to bits. However, they were able to get into the trench and use their shapeshifting abilities to cause disarray among the troops. For instance, two Donald Ducks were trying to wrestle a rifle away from each other. Della ran over, and tried to aim her rifle, but didn't at the risk of shooting the real Donald.

"Which is which?" She asked herself.

"Shoot him!" One yelled.

"No, shoot him!" The other blurted.

She was getting even more nervous and was about to go with her gut feeling when.

"Daisy still sleeps with her doll!" the real Donald blurted.

With that, she shot the changeling square in the head.

"Hopefully, she didn't hear that." Della said.

"Oh, I did!" Daisy spat.

"I'm sorry okay?!" He retorted.

Meanwhile, the kids heard the battling outside. They all huddled in fear and prayed that they and their friends and parents would be okay.

"I'm scared." Socks whimpered.

"I know, Socks. We are, too." Bluey assured as she and Bingo comforted her and Muffin.

"I can hope they'll be okay." Tilly said.

Suddenly, the Chief elf, Mr. Jingles barged into the room.

"Kids, I've just received orders. We have to get to get you out of here!" He stated.

"But what about them?" Webby asked, referring to the their parents and friends out in the battlefield.

"They said to prioritize you. Come on! Move!" Mr. Jingles ordered as other elves and nutcrackers gathered to safely escort and evacuate them to the engines. Seeing that they had no other choice, they complied and followed them down the hall. As they, explosions shook the building and some wendigos burst in through the window.

"Hurry! We're almost there!" Jingles barked as a few nutcrackers fired their rifles at the monsters, only for one of them to be dispatched.

Soon, they made it to the platform and found the engines waiting for with coaches.

"Quick! Get on." Thomas said.

As the children reluctantly started to the trains, Adorabat caught sight of Mao Mao in a swordfight with of of Krampus' elves. The elf, after getting his sword knocked out his hand, whipped out his chain and whipped it around the cat before forcing him to the ground. Wanting to help and not stand idly by anymore, Adorabat grabbed a nutcracker's rifle.

"Hey, what're you doing?!" The soldier asked.

"I hope I remember how to do this." She said to herself.

Despite its weight, the young bat was able to line up the sights before she the trigger. The bullet nailed the elf in the heart just as he was about to stab Mao Mao with a dagger.

"Whoa! You got him!" Louie exclaimed. "You actually got him!"

"You know what? I'm tired of sitting around and doing nothing!" Dewey declared as the other kids cheered in agreement.

"What are you going on about?" The Chief Elf asked.

The kids didn't answer. Instead, they let out a collective war cry as they charged into the fray, picking up whatever weapons they could as well as putting on fallen soldiers' shakos. Bandit was currently tangling with a changeling, but a shot to the head killed it. He turned to see the kids charging and crowding into the trench, firing like crazy at any and all enemies.

"Cheese and crackers!" He exclaimed.

"Kids! What are you doing here?" Santa cried.

"Christmas is all about family and friends, right? We're not letting our families and friends do this on their own." Huey answered as he bayoneted a wendigo in the face.

"I'm having mixed feelings about this." Mrs. Claus admitted.

Elsewhere, Bingo was mowing down monsters by cranking a Gatling gun as Bluey picked off target after target.

"Whoa! Look at Muffin and Dot!" Bluey pointed out.

The little gray heeler and the Warner sister were going absolutely nuts with their rifles. Despite being out of bullets, they stood their ground, clubbing and bayoneting any monster that came too close. Puppycorn wrestled a dark elf to the ground before biting their throat out as Adorabat, for lack of a better term, bombed the crap out of them. The sight of these kids alone was awe-inspiring.

"Man, kids are scary." Luz commented.

"Oh, for sure." Amity and Willow agreed.

"I concur. My dad said I was a the definition of a nightmare." Gus added.

Suddenly, the wind stopped blowing, but the air dropped by a few degrees, chilling everyone to the bone.

"What's happening?" Mao Mao shivered.

"He's here." Santa said.

Just like that, from out of the fog and smoke, a horned being in a tattered cloak emerged and eyed Santa with contempt. The yuletide demon himself, Krampus, was had come to town.

"Krampus." Santa growled.

The demon growled and brandished his hooked chains, spinning them around. In response, Santa readied his crosier spear and twirled it.

"Jessica, Mao Mao, you help the others. As for me, this is personal." He instructed.

His wife and the sheriff turned general nodded in response and ran off. Krampus roared and whipped his chains at him. He was able to narrowly dodge the hooks and tried to land a few blows and slashes, but all he was able to do give the demon a negligible graze across his face. Krampus whipped his chains again and managed to wrap it around the staff. Santa kept a tight grip on it, but was yanked forward, allowing Krampus to sock him in the face, knock him to the ground and obtain the spear, which he broke.

Santa, undeterred by a bloody nose, got up and unsheathed his double-headed axe before charging at Krampus. He tackled him to the ground and quickly got up. He then raised his axe to chop into him, only for the demon to roll away as the axe instead, buried itself in the ground.

Getting up, Krampus whipped a chain around Santa's ankle before throwing him several yards away as if he was participating in hammer toss. The old gift giver, landed and skidded to a halt as he groaned in pain.

"I'm getting too old fort this crap." He groaned to himself.

Suddenly, Krampus landed on his hooved in front him him. Santa glared at the demon as he growled in victory. As he raised his chain to finish him off, Santa looked behind him and smirked.

"HEY, KRAMPUS!" Collective voices called.

He turned around and saw the survivors of his earlier siege aiming their gun at him. His eyes went wide. It was his turned to be afraid.

"Merry Christmas, SUCKER!" Unkitty hollered.

With that, the crowd pumped Krampus full of lead. Each shot caused him to jerk and stagger back until eventually he fell to his knees, at which point Bill shouted "CEASE FIRE!" and they stopped. With that, Santa picked up his axe and walked up to the demon, who looked at him with his dying eyes.

"And a Happy New Year." Santa spat and he brought his axe down, splitting Krampus' head in two.