Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock

[matini]

Who: Homestuck cast (sob too many to list)
Where: Somewhere in Goldenrod City that can handle all these chillens
When: Christmas Day
Summary: Christmas Shenanigans with any and all Homestucks!
Rating: C for Cute, M for the mouths of Striders because DANG, YOU GUYS. WASH YOUR MOUTHS.
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[moveslikestrider]

My sister was a little boy who didn't remember the thing under his bed got him but was terrified of it and wanted big bro to save him. [There's a flat tone to his voice. The whole ordeal freaked him out and he really doesn't want to give away how freaked out he was over it.]

[shippingmath]

[Dirk goes silent for a moment there. He's not a big brother himself, not really, but he can see where that would hit close to home.]

How'd that end. Did the masks get taken off?

[moveslikestrider]

[It hit a bit too close to home yeah. It was also the final death of Dave's ability to sleep more than an hour and then fifteen minutes in a hot shower.]

Yeah they did. Rose has the subject on we do not speak of it ever. Tend to agree. Randomly during one summer supposedly if you looked into the back of a Shedninja they sucked people's souls out. Doesn't usually happen but it did then.

[shippingmath]

[They can just revel in their insomnia together.]

Noted, don't talk about the Yamasks. Is it just the ghost pokemon that do shit like this?

[moveslikestrider]

[It can be a family trait since Rose has late nights too.]

I have no idea. I really hope that’s it but I’m not dumb enough to say yeah it’s just the spooks.

[shippingmath]

[They'll just have late night knitting parties or something.]

Yeah. But if it's a documented phenomenon with them, it's something to keep an eye on.

[moveslikestrider]

[So long as they don't knit puppets. They could make horrorterrors and he wouldn't care. Just not puppets.]

And it's being watched like a hawk, bro. Just because I'm saying yeah no idea doesn't mean I'm not on the clock walking my beat. We could ask John, I mean he LOVES ghosts. Any chance to yack on about them for him is like a second Christmas.

[shippingmath]

[Then Dave should probably not pay attention to what Dirk is knitting most of the time.]

Didn't expect that you were doing anything otherwise. As for John, I can ask him if the need comes up. No need to invite him to get his yak on.

[moveslikestrider]

[Ignorance is truly bliss in this case. He will summon all of his courage.]

Yeah, it seems to only come up around holidays anyway. And you sometimes wake up with a week passing, remembering weird shit with some extra pokemon in your belt. [And some weird aversion to LOMBRE. What the fucccck.]

[shippingmath]

Interesting pattern. I'll keep an eye out for it.

[moveslikestrider]

Now the question is, what were those slabs of rock?? I hit them with my best and they just absorbed it like it was nothing. I'm assuming some legendary something but damn.

[shippingmath]

Who even knows, other than that they were something under the broad definition of Pokemon.

[moveslikestrider]

The fact we don’t know and people who live here seem to, is what I’m bothered about. They know all this and don’t share it. Not cool.

[shippingmath]

Well, there's got to be some way to get that info. We just have to figure it out.

[And finally, they're heading inside. Time to warm up.]