-Twenty-Five Days-

A Psychonauts Christmas Fanfic by Digitaldreamer

Day Twenty-Three: Christmas at Lake Oblongata

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Yes, ahaha! I did it! I caught up, and with thirty minutes and two days to spare!

Man, I feel proud.

So yeah...um...not much else to say, other than I'm finally caught up, and you can finally start expecting the right updates on the right days again. Not that it really matters since we only have two days left, but hey, it's the thought that counts.

Um...right, onward! Oh, be warned, some of you may not get this if you haven't seen the extra cutscene you get if you get 100 completion of the game. Although if you haven't you can probably easily find the cutscene online, so...yeah.

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Linda, the hulking, deformed lungfish of Lake Oblongata glanced around her mucus bubble, her long tail twitching nervously. She had gotten all the suckerfish, crayfish and clams out of her home, going to great effort to make the entire place spotless. A bunch of coral had been arranged into a Christmas tree of sorts, seaweed draped strategically upon it all in an effort to appear festive. The fish was set out on the rock. She had even picked out that necklace made of fishing line and old, shimmering plastic bait and put it on.

Yes, yes, everything was ready. All that remained was for him to come.

And yes, she could just barely see him now, swimming through the murky waters of Lake Oblongata. A handsome turtle with a golden crown placed upon his head and lovely boots, though in the spirit of the holidays a Santa hat had been draped in a lopsided manner on one of the points of the crown.

He stepped into her mucus bubble and shook himself off, then smiled fondly up at her. "Why, hello there baby. You look mighty fine this evening." He drawled in a smooth, deep voice.

The lungfish nearly went weak at the knees right then and there, but managed to stay upright as she smiled shyly. "Hello Sam. Merry Christmas, I'm so glad you could make it." She gushed.

"For you, baby, any time." The turtle said. "I must say, you look lovely tonight, and you're wearing that pretty necklace too. Have you lost weight?"

"Oh, you noticed?" Linda flushed. "I've been on a diet."

"Aw, honey, you didn't need to do that. You know I think you look beautiful no matter what." Sam declared.

"Oh, Sam!" Linda giggled. "Well, come in, come in, I've made us some fish."

"Sounds lovely, baby. Sounds lovely." The turtle said.

And so they sat down and had a nice little feast. The fish was truly lovely, a young trout, just like she knew he loved, and after that they had a lovely little chocolate cake.

"Mmm-mmm." Sam sighed after they had finished. "Your cooking is amazing as always, Linda."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it." Linda said.

"I always do, baby, I always do." Sam drawled. "Now then...I have a little present for you..." At this he pushed a small package out in front of him.

"Oh, Sam!" Linda gushed. "You didn't have to!"

"Oh, but I did, baby. I did." Sam drawled. "Now go on and open it, nice and easy."

The lungfish tore open the gift as carefully as one could with claws. The moment she did she let out an exclamation of delight. "Oh Sam! How lovely!" She gasped, holding up the old fishing net.

"I thought you'd like it." Sam said with a smile.

"But...oh, you didn't have to, Sam!" The lungfish gushed.

"Only the best for you, baby. Only the best. Now go, try it on."

The lungfish picked up the old fishing net and pulled it on, draping it over herself like a shawl. "Oh!" She gasped in astonishment. "It's so...oh Sam, you shouldn't have! Thank you so much!"

The turtle just chuckled warmly. "Merry Christmas, baby. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Sam."

Their warm moment was interrupted, however, by a high-pitched giggle from up above the surface. "Oh Mr.Pokeylope!? Where are you, Mr.Pokeylope!?"

"Ah, that's my human." Sam said. "She gets worried when I'm not around. Could you excuse me?"

"Certainly, Sam." Linda giggled, still engrossed in her gift. "Take all the time you want."

"Thanks, baby." With that, the turtle swam to the surface.

He had only just breached when he quite suddenly found himself plucked out of the water and was given several sloppy, wet kisses. "Oh, Mr.Pokeylope!" Sheegor gushed. "There you are!"

"Hello there, baby." The turtle drawled.

"Oh, I'm so happy, Mr.Pokeylope!" Sheegor squealed, hugging the turtle close.

"And why's that, baby?"

"Why, because Christmas is nearly here, of course! And mister Nein left me here to take care of his lab, so that means it'll be just you and me, Mr.Pokeylope! Isn't that exciting?"

"Of course, baby, of course."

Sheegor let out another squeal of joy, holding the turtle out before her. "I'm just so excited, Mr.Pokeylope! I sure hope Santa comes! Do you think he'll come, Mister Pokeylope? I hope I'm on the good list again this year!"

Sam chuckled. "Darling, you don't need to worry. You've been a regular angel."

Sheegor giggled, hugging the turtle close once more. "Oh, Mr.Pokeylope, you're so nice! I'm sure you'll love my Christmas present for you, yes you will!"

"Of course I will, baby. Of course I will." Sam drawled, ever the master of being good to women.

Sheegor just giggled again.

Meanwhile, across the campgrounds, Ford was busy. Very, very busy. There were no leaves to rake, no burgers to cook, no dirt to sweep, and the lake was frozen over, so there would be no canoeing. But oh no, he was still very busy.

Very, very busy.

Ford currently stood in his sanctuary, pacing back and forth. Yes, yes, everything was in order. The vehicle was ready, the sack had been packed, his outfit was clean for the big night, and he had taken his list and checked it twice.

Meaning there was but one thing left to do.

Ford's eyes narrowed in determination as he suddenly paused in his pacing.

"It. Is. TIME!" He declared, then suddenly turned and walked briskly down a cavern hallway.

It was indeed time. Time to finish it all.

This time, there would be no one left behind.

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To Be Continued..