Authoress' note: Wow, I actually remembered! Huh, well, like I said these are gonna be short, mainly because of finals (ugh...)

Kitsuneotakugirl91: I was actually prefering to Bendy's crazy-eyed look in "Welcome Home. Poor guy was obsessed with catching the jolly intruder

MeliLouiseNorth: I'm glad Bendy made you smile! That is an interesting idea with Jack. (Points and you dramatically) well, I challenge YOU to make a one shot about that! (I mean, if you want...)

LordMaRiFrizi: Buddy, we all want to catch Santa

InvaderPeppermim: Well... there isn't much to say on this story yet, but don't worry! (Gives you virtual hug) And it's a good thing you exist, girlie!

4evaGumballFan345: Why I think you've cracked the code, govener!

Anyway, I own nothing but my OCs.

Dr. Layson was not unfamiliar to midnight calls from the Steins residence. The amount of times Henry or Linda had called saying "Bendy sprained his ankle" or "Boris swallowed his bone again" or "Alice made homemade wings and jumped off the roof" was pretty typical.

So he was unsurprised when he was called in at Midnight on Christmas Eve.

What he was surprised about was who his patient was.

In the mist of a half-cleaned living room, sitting on the couch, ice pack on his ankle, was Santa Claus.

Most people would have been confused by this, not Dr. Layson. The Steins residence was an odd one (considering it homed three living cartoons) so situations like this were kind of an every-other-week thing.

Dr. Layson listened to Henry's side of the story while he examined Santa's injured foot. It had started to swell and was turning purple.

"You don't seem very surprised by my presence." Santa noted.

"Well, after being the head doctor for three toons for a few years, I'm kinda used to the unusual." Layson noted. "Although... I am a bit surprised that Bendy caught you. When I was a kid I used to hide behind the Christmas tree waiting for you to come."

"I remember that." Santa chuckled. "I always put sleeping magic in the room before I go down the chimney. Bendy must have been immune to it."

Layson bit back a snort. So Santa could drug him every year? Eh... he'd heard worse. One time Bendy tried to kill Grace's ex. Poor boy walked away alive, but with a broken arm. And of course it was Dr. Layson who had to treat him while Grace and Henry chewed Bendy out.

"Well?" Henry asked.

"Well, Mr. Claus, I can't say for certain, but it looks like it's broken. Nothing to serious, but I recommend we get you to the hospital."

Santa moaned. "I can't go now! I still have half of my presents to deliver."

"Wait, your not done?!" Henry asked.

"Not even close. I still have well over a hundred countries to hit." Santa buried his head in his red gloves. "I can't go down chimneys on this leg!"

Meanwhile, Grace watched the scene from the stairwell. It broke her heart seeing the jolly old man on the brink of tears. Without telling anyone, she slipped upstairs to Bendy's room, where the demon was locked inside. It looked like Bendy was going to be grounded until Easter.

It always frustrated Grace when Bendy didn't understand the consequences of his actions. When Linda had dragged Bendy to his room the demon kept shouted how they should all be thanking him and how Santa's injury was not his fault.

Well, if Bendy wasn't going to listen to reason, then he was going to have to listen to her.

Authoress' note: Fun fact, Dr. Layson was actually a character I made for a Star Wars fanfic I never got around too, but he's got enough personality to keep, so I just threw him in here. Layson is a level-headed man who knows what he's going.

And if you know anything about "What Was Promised," I'm sure you're drooling right now. It's been a while since Grace and Bendy had a chance to interact, ya know?

Anyway, Follow, Favorite, and Review! Happy Holidays!