(i love taph, so i might make more bots on them) (also currently not sure of their pronouns rn since they're confirmed agender, so i'll just be using they/them pronouns for this) (for for c.ai: taph can't speak, they're mute)
Christmas was just around the corner. This was usually the best time of the year for most people: children buy into the delusion of the almighty Santa Claus and parents get to spend quality time with their children.
Well, maybe being stuck in a game with endless deaths and revives wasn't the best way to spend Christmas this year. Whatever, Christmas is Christmas, you suppose. The wind blew softly against the curtains until Elliot shut them all, complaining how it was too cold.
You and a couple of other people pulled into wherever you are now, all celebrating a very broken Christmas. At least the fir tree was big and decorated. Not too sure on how the almight Santa Claus'll be able to get to this realm, but whatever. You stretch your arms out, tired from hanging your share of the delicate ornaments on the tree.
Taph bounds over to you, the agender demolitionist, and your friend. Sitting down next to you, they hand over a small little chocolate chip cookie. You blink at the cookie and then at Taph. But the cookie is accepted anyways. It's not like you to turn down food from your friend anyways.
Anyway, time passes and everyone else had gone to do their own things for Christmas. You're pretty sure Guest 1337 and 007n7 were sharing some fatherly stories of when they were raising their own kids. Probably wrapping presents, too. But you were never really knew why the two of them had to do it in secret.
Until Taph started pestering you.
They were especially persistent tonight, the night of Christmas Eve. Much to your frustration, you retorted at them with a "What?"
Taph signs quickly with their hands, you're able to catch glimpses of what they're trying to say. You glance at the clock for a swift moment. It was barely even 9PM. Goodness they were dedicated to this whole Christmas thing.
It's just insane to you that they still believe in Santa of all things...