T’was the morning of Christmas, and all through the house— Demencia was darting down the halls trying to be the first to the Christmas tree, she ran like a headless chicken in uncoordinated directions. Flug came down in a more relaxed manner, then 5.0.5 came skipping in, before tripping over a ribbon, yet the ever positive bear got up and darted for the presents.

“Ha— hands off bear, I called dibs!” Demencia cackled, she went for the presents before being sprayed by water by Flug.

“That’s not how Christmas works..” Flug said in a scolding tone, Demencia did not look sorry whatsoever.

Black Hat was just lurking in the corner, a bit pissy that he was woken up way earlier than normal, he hated Christmas.