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There are some really, creepy Santa Clauses out there. I’ve seen quite a few in my day. The thing is I get putting on the long hair and the beard and the costume; that’s traditional Santa stuff, but some of these guys are wearing masks. And Santa masks do not work. There is no reason for you to be wearing a mask as Santa, and when you do, it makes you extremely menacing. Any child who crosses your path will look rightfully surprised and creeped out. And so will adults. How do I know  this? Well other than how you're looking at me, I mean?

Well I'll be happy to tell you. I got fired from my gig as an understudy Santa for this po-dunk town’s Christmas carnival. I’m supposed to just be an elf, but the main santa got drunk out of his mind and showed up looking like he was about to give a barely comprehensible manifesto, and smelling like a wholeass glue factory.

So, look, I had a relapse. And I really am sorry that you're affected by it. But you gotta understand, I had to do something--something--to take my mind off of this. 

My rent is due next week. I need every single cent. And since there is no way in hell I'll be allowed to finish out the week, my last paycheck will be short exactly 17 dollars and 58 cents.

Do you know what that is in flesh? To my landlord, I mean. It's different for everybody, I know, but it's a lot. And I'm tired of letting that old ass man rape--that pain has gotten old. SO, I need money, and I'm sorry again for taking your money.

I never wanted to be fucking Santa Claus. But because I’m a do-gooding asshole, I volunteered if no one else wanted to do it. I'm just trying to fucking bring some goodness into the world. 

So the sleazy ass mall manager, I'd tell you his name, but you wouldn't know it. He took me into the back room, and told the costume lady to fill out the costume’s belly with extra fluff so it would stick out from my chest and my tits wouldn’t look suspicious, but not before making sure to feel them up first. Fucking degenerate. Did she say anything? Nope. Anyways. I looked more like Randy from A Christmas story than Santa. "I can't put my arms down!" 

I was almost ready to go out there, but that stupid fucking costume cooze decided that my face was too “cute.” Cute like, that fucking stupid face, what is that shit? "U," "W," "U,"? I'm not gonna do it, it's insipid. 

Even under the wig and beard? Okay so, we need something else for your face and you'll need a voice mod too. Fucking dyke. So she went into the closet, dug around for a little bit and she came out with this fucking ratty ass thing. Stuff of nightmares, huh? 

But fuck it right? better than a lady santa. First little kid they put in my lap, started crying immediately. Of course they didn't let me keep the voice mod, I can't replicate it. Single mother, prolly just got back from a dp, said "you should be ashamed of yourself."

*scuffle*

This is very rude of you, are you listening to me? Are you listening to my fucking harrowing tale of poverty?

That first kid, taken away by the elf. 

You should be ashamed of yourself. said the mom. 

The next girl, she must have been kinda slow, because she said you're kinda small for santa. So I had to use my voice, she wasnt picking up on it, can i please take this voice mod out. 

She said nope, it wont be believable. Am I fucking crazy? It's believable now??

Anyway, because I live to serve, I put my thoughts aside, and went to my happy place. 

Bet you can't guess what it is. Not a sunny beach, or a misty forest, or somewhere from my past. 

My past is fucked, you don't wanna know. Weird torture shit pretty much covers it. 

Only a select few know. Family, history, all that bullshit you don't care about. Especially when I have this erm... control over you. 

My happy place is a place with lights, and screams, and eyes that never stop watching me, what I do, what I do to others... it's an archival aspect. But we'll get to that. I just need to vent right now, okay, and the more steam I let off verbally, the less likely I am to hurt you... Right away. You don't gotta be scared of me.

*scuffle*

You're still being very rude. No one likes naughty people.

Don't you want to hear the rest of my story? The reason I was let go? 

After a few more screaming kids, their sounds just reminded me of who I am. From the screaming mouths of babes, am I right? SALVATION!

I'd been trying hard to leave it alone, trying to better myself but... You know, I'm not happy when I pretend to be who I am not.  

I lost my temper. I try to let it out during my leisure time. Alone in the car... alone in my apartment... mostly in my studio, though. 

Anyway. It was kinda funny. After the kids started to cry in line, you know how they all just stupidly follow each other when one starts? Like dominos? So, I thought to just play into it you know? I started to scream at them, in my voice mod crackles. It was hilarious! I said the most heinous shit, it was so over the top, who could have thought I was serious? These fucking ignorant fools, apparently.

I said, "I know you've all been naughty! I'll shove lumps of coal down your miserable throats--God and life itself is all a lie--everything you know is wrong! You were all mistakes, everyone you've ever loved is going to die--and so will you! And the world will be better for that, you fucking walking viruses!" I ripped the voice mod off myself and threw it right in that costume cunt's face. It bloodied her nose--she looked very festive--like Rudolph!

Then the mall cops started to gather in on me, and it felt so close. I couldn't breath under that mask. I got to say one last thing before I got out of there. You have no idea what I've done, you imbiciles! And I pulled this out. I always carry it around with me for emergencies. Funny how people let you do what you want when you have a knife this big, right? So I ran out of there, still in this fucking psychotic costume. 

And then... we met. You were in the parking lot, and I saw an opportunity. You seemed so overwhelmed. I wanted to make a friend. I don't need to remind you how it happened, I bet you'll remember it for the rest of your life. But I approached you, and ... convinced you to come with me. Thank you for the car ride, and the company, and for not making me use my knife in public. 

Now you understand a little bit more about why I'm dressed the way I am.

But now we've arrived at the best part. My relapse. We've gotten to the part where I get some good cheer. You think you can help me with that? 

I'm sure you can. I need to blow off some steam. So why don't you take off your clothes for me? I still have the knife, I don't have to remind you. But you should know, I like to mix sex with my violence--who doesn't am I right? Two great things that go great together! "Hey, you got sex in my violence! No you got your violence in my sex!" EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!  

Haha, just kidding. I don't hear voices in my head! Lmao, ... or do I? 

So, why are you still dressed? Take off your fucking clothes. Show me your body. 

Now touch yourself. We'll have a little bonding experience here, and then you can help me decorate this place. It's not very festive. 

... 

Okay, this little finger when to market, this little finger stayed home, this little finger had roast beef, and this little finger *** Gosh that felt good. Satisfying, that crack. 

... etc, etc more fingers, pieces

I'm gonna leave the rest of you, okay? I know some folks who would pay a pretty penny for you. They're not picky about little digits that might be missing, so I'm gonna keep some of you. Just as a ... relapse chip if you will. I like to keep track of them. 

...

You just sit tight in your chair--behave while I make a phone call. 

*Hey, yeah, get me receiving.  

Hey man. Yep, got something. Fresh, not whole. Left middle, right pinky, I need a rush order for pickup on this one, by the way. It's getting a little squirrely. 

*tries to run*

Fuck, hold on--

You stupid fucking idiot. Why. Did. You. TRY THAT?! 

Okay, put an even bigger rush, or else use the refrigerated truck. It's not squirrely anymore. I don't care, make it happen. I'll be waiting.