Hey guys! It's officially Christmas Eve! Whoo-hoo! Which also means that this fic is almost over. I myself like that because I never really liked uploading new chapters every day. But, I also love you guys, so I do anyways.

Let us begin!

Simmons woke up with a yawn. Another day had gone by, and it was now the day before Christmas. He decided to get his armor on because by now it had felt almost natural to wear. He heard a noise coming from outside. It sounded like paper and someone humming... Was that Donut? He went out to confrontation the pink armored man.

"Donut! What are you doing?"

Donut turned around and looked up at Simmons. "Presents!"

"Wait, presents? How are you supposed to get presents?" Simmons noticed that Donut was blocking his view of whatever he was wrapping.

"I've been saving this stuff all year. Though it began to get a little cramped up in the garage," Donut shrugged.

"Uh, okay then. I'm just going to leave now, good luck with your strange and possibly deformed presents!"

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"Caboose, look, for the last time, I am not going to teach you how do get dressed! You've been taught. You've done it. How could you forget!?" Washington shouted at the other soldier.

"It's good knowing I'm not the only one who has to deal with this," Epsilon appeared.

"Yeah, well, you can get used to it after a while," Wash sighed.

"So, uh.. It's Christmas Eve."

Washington looked at him. "Yes. It is."

"Are we gonna do something?"

"Look where we are, then you can answer that question."

Epsilon nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah, box canyon in the middle of nowhere. Got it. But there has to be something!"

"Church!" Tucker shouted, "We already established seven days ago that there's nothing to do around here!" Suddenly, a new voice entered the crowd.

"Hey, Church, grab Delta, let's go!"

Epsilon glanced around, "Did you all just hear that?" everyone nodded, "Okay, I'm not going crazy," he signed.

"Grab Delta?" Washington echoed. "Why?"

"I don't know, but- oh, fuck it. I'm bored, I'll go," Epsilon shrugged.

"Wait! You don't even know who this person is!" Washington protested.

"Okay, then come with me! Seriously, this is the most annoying and boring canyon in the galaxy!"

"I thought that was Blood Gulch," Tucker said.

"Blood Gulch isn't boring though," Epsilon pointed out. "Either way, I'm going."

"Then I'm also coming. Whoever spoke obviously has an interest in Freelancer AI," Wash walked out towards Red Base.

"Yeah, let's get Delta." They reached the base.

"Oh, hey guys," Grif greeted, yawning. "What's up?"

"We need to get Delta," Epsilon answered.

"What for?"

"I.. actually don't know, but we need him."

Grif gave Epsilon a weird look, then shook his head, shrugging. "Inside."

"Thank you," Washington thanked. They walked inside, and saw Donut fiddling with tape, Sarge glaring at a poster of Grif, and Simmons talking with Delta about stuff."

"Hey, Simmons! Can we borrow Delta?" Epsilon asked.

"Wait, Delta? Why?" Simmons looked up.

"Uh.. This guy told us we need to get you and go with him," Epsilon explained, albeit a little sheepishly.

"That does not sound very wise," Delta pointed out.

Epsilon turned towards Delta, "When is anything we ever do wise?"

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"We're under atttaaaaaaaaack!" Screamed an elf over the intercom. All elves stopped what they were doing, looking outside to find a purple-armored soldier coming towards them, riding on one of those ghost things and carrying a rocket launcher, some other device dragging behind him.

"Are you sure?" Another elf asked, "It looks like one of those other guys that were here a few days ago."

"This one has a more agressive position," a third elf said.

"How can you even tell from his distance?" Screamed the other elf in the third's face.

"I can just tell, okay? We need to fight them off!"

"'Them'? There's only one," A fourth elf spoke up.

The third shook his head, "There's a man and an artificial intelligence."

"Wow, you are perceptive," the second elf told him. Behind the elves, Santa was smiling. Now all of the AI fragments would come here. The ones he already had, and the one he had been trying to get.

"Just stop him, and get the AI. See if without the AI the man is still agressive, and we'll act upon that."

The elves gave a salute to Santa, running out of the workshop. Santa turned around, looking out the window on the opposite side. From there, his trusty elf Tinkles came back, carrying the AI he wanted, as well as someone else he stuffed in a bag. Perfect. He went down to the basement, where Alpha- no, Church, he called himself, stared at him, probably glaring.

"Lighten up, it's Christmas Eve!" Santa cheered him on. Sadly, Church didn't seem in the mood for it.

"Yeah, thanks, but no."

"Okay, look: we have new buddies here. You can speak to them, maybe they can keep you company." Santa turned around when the basement door opened, Tinkles entering. He opened the bag, and out dropped Washington, tied up with some very strong rope.

"Here you go. I ran into a little trouble with this one, I think his name was Washington, but I dealt with him." Tinkles walked out, "Enjoy!"

"Washington?" Church echoed, looking down at him. "Holy shit! Washington!"

Washington looked up, "Church?"

Church looked some more, "Delta?"

Epsilon looked at Church, "So, you're Alpha."

Cue facepalm. "Fuck it, I hate you already. Who are you anyways?"

"Epsilon."

"Wash's crazy AI?" Church looked back at Washington, who was being untied and strapped to a chair.

"He's not crazy," Wash told him.

"Yeah, well, I got friends to keep me sane," Epslion laughed, "Even if those friends can be insane themselves." He looked up at Church, "Have you met Dr. Grey? He cut Grif up just the other day!"

"Why does he sound just like me?" Church asked, pointing to Epsilon.

"Well, he kind of is you. In a way," Wash told him.

Epsilon and Church glanced at each other, "We are nothing alike."