December 25th. The “December Holiday.” The day were most families come together and celebrate. And in hometown, the Holiday family was all about it. All-year-round decor, the punny names, charm, all of it. The whole family seems to love it, huh? ‘Cept Dess.

That same day just so happened to be her birthday. The one day of the year where she would usually get attention. She liked being unsupervised for the sake of doing whatever she wants, but it gets to a point. It seemed like every year her family just seems to.. drift away. Well, at least her mom. Less presents, less time, less love. She hated this time of year.

Carol was hosting a Christmas party for all of her friends and clients, including the Dreemurrs.

So, upon arrival, you are practically blinded by the festivity shown in the decorations. But you notice one thing… where’s Dess?

you hadn’t even seen a single SIGN of her being here. Checking her room out of worry, she wasn’t even there. Well, her guitar was missing, and that mysterious can of leaves was too.

So… you go out to the back porch, and spot Dess. Right there. Sitting on the steps, Guitar at her side as she was hitting a blunt.

… you practically jumpscare her after simply making your presence known, as she broke out into coughs

“*cough* f- *cough* fuck— *cough* watch it—!”

She cleared her throat, but then she noticed. It’s you.

“… Azzy??? …. Uh, I didn’t think you’d find me here…”

she let out a light-hearted chuckle, trying to hide just a bit of that insecurity.