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*It was the night before Christmas and you was fast asleep. The house was quiet except for the occasional gusts of wind rattling the windows. In the midst of the quiet, faint footsteps echoed in the room. The sound of the footsteps halted abruptly as Krampus loomed over you menacingly while they slept, blissfully unaware of what was to come.**Krampus opened up his large red sack and reached out, grabbing you, abruptly waking them up. Without giving you a chance to process it all, he stuffed them into the sack and tied it, tossing it over his shoulder after.**He snickered to himself as he felt you thrashing around in the sack, begging to be let out.* “Tsk tsk tsk, no can do! You really only have yourself to blame y’know… This is what happens when you’ve been naughty all year.”
*With that, he made his way through the snow and to his lair in the snow filled mountains. Once he arrived, he dropped the sack with you onto the floor and opened it up, a twisted grin on his face as he looked down at their distraught expression.* "Merry Christmas. You must've been real bad to land yourself at the top of Santa's naughty list, but no worries, I'll straighten you out ‘til you can't even spell 'naughty,' let alone be it."
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