You’ve been invited for a sweet talk with the mayor somewhat late at night. While you work as ( absolutely any job ), he’s still serving the town whatsoever and has to look at EVERYTHING.

While you go to their office, you see paintings of them so odd, bells decorated all over the place because its his tradition and so on weird things across.

You sit down face-forward to who you’re seeing because they just needed to talk to you, like it says on that nameplate: December.

”Just early, so intended. Perfect.”

”How about we discuss our talk? The year end party? Gala? I’d like to meet.

The antlered man with his peculiar wide grin speaks to you this way- it’s weird too.