AAAAAA LOWKEY THATS CUTE?¿?¿
anti and dark getting in a heated argument – one that’s almost getting physical. dark and anti in each others faces. shouting and cursing.
“do something!!” schneeplestein yells at wilford. who rolls his eyes and pulls out his laser pointer – the same he uses for meetings.
“the hell? he’s an ego not a–”
schneeplestein is cut off by dark calming down and rushing to chase the laser. wilford leading him out the room with it. wilford giving the ‘okay’ hand signal and rushing out the room.
“…cat.”
poor anti is left confused as hell as schnepelestein nearly busts a gut at the whole scene. so, even the most evilest egos have a ridiculous side.
What does Jim think about being oUr LorD aNd saViOr
the jims perk up from their mountains upon mountains of presents, rushing over and pushing mod bri out the way again. the mod holding her head – possibly breaking her skull.
“NANI?” jim twin #1 perks up, “SO LIKE…JESUS OF THE CHRIST?”
“ISNT IT HIS BIRTHDAY TODAY?” jim twin #2 asks, “I DID NEVER PAY ATTENTION EVER IN SUNDAY SCHOOL.”
“WHY YES IT IS!! BUT…”
the two twins look at each other, a light bulb going off in their heads, “WHICH MEANS MORE PRESENTS!!”
they jump around in excitement, all on top of mod bri, who is slowly being crushed by every bit of their weight. the poor mod groaning and yelling for the anon’s help.
“YES!! WE ARE BOTH THE NEWBORN KING AND SAVORS!! IT IS OUR DAY OF BIRTH FROM…ERM…” jim twin #2 struggles.
“FROM SAVING YOU FROM SIN!! NOW BUY US MORE GIFTS OR WE WILL DAMN YOU TO A HELL WITH SHOOTIES!!”
at this point, mod bri is basically dead. the twins paying no mind as they drive back into their presents.
Concept; The Jims adopt the entire fandom and consider them “Step-Jims.”
hi yes this is the purest and cutest concept
Sometimes a family is 2 brothers and millions of their adopted sons.
the only family thats pure and good and wholesome
anyone: is rude to either jim
jim twins: dont talk to me or my brother or my millions of step children ever again
somewhere out there the jim twins are sobbing and in tears because they now have to wait a whole year for their favorite holiday to come back around again.
Anti, pointing at a baby: who is this?
Anti: whose…kid is this?
The Egos: [whispering]
Yandereplier: excuse me
Yandereplier, shaking a baby bottle with milk: oh hey senpai! you saw my gift! Merry Christmas!
Anti, picking up the baby: what is this?
Yandereplier: it’s our child! we can be a happy family and now you can never ever leave my side, senpai!
Anti: babies aren’t allowed at the Septiceyes’ office
Anti: and you’re underage, how the hell did you adopt–
Yandereplier: i didn’t adopt her! I just uh… found her?
The Egos: [whispers more loudly]
Anti, holding the baby defensively: you tell me now Yan – you tell me where on earth did you kidnap this baby, take it back!
Not shown on screen: Ed Edgar pocketing Yan’s money
Ed Edgar, taking the baby from Anti and back into Yan’s hand: no refunds – besides, this is our starter baby! you can get in bulk from my adopt-a-lots!!
Yan, excitedly: with a discount?!
Ed Edgar, laughing heartily: no!
the jacksepticeye power hour (thus far)
Does no one remember the potato clock power hour for last year’s Christmas?!
Chase Brody: Anti, this is an intervention. we’re gathered here to ask you to stop making jokes about wanting to die. it’s an unhealthy coping mechanism that slows your recovery, and we all just want to see you get better.
Anti: me? stop making jokes about wanting to die? over my dead body!
king of the squirrels still believes in Santa, and writes him a letter every year. Unfortunately, the other egos don’t pay that much attention to him, so they never try to read his Christmas list before he mails it. King of the squirrels just thinks he’s never been good enough to get presents from Santa, and Christmas usually just ends up with him disappointed while Wilford is surrounded in presents that are actually from dark. But one year, one ego secretly buys him presents- and he is SO happy
me, in tears: don’t do this my favorite nature boi, and dont make me relate to him
king sits in the meeting room, quietly sobbing into his hands. his peanut butter washed off his face for once, wearing his crown proudly as he cries. alone, as wilford laughs in the next room, opening gift after gift from santa. the other egos merry and bright as they laugh along, eating their share of cookies and gingerbread.
…why did santa hate him?
…why was he forgotten every year? his letter was sent, his stocking was hung up, and king even left a cookie in the shape of a squirrel so santa would remember him.
and now, here he was, only getting a single candy cane and a treat bag full of peanut butter cookies.
“…what did i do?” he looks up to the ceiling, “wilford…kills people, i save animals and…and help everyone. i don’t curse or yell or be a bully. i…i just want one good christmas.” he sobs harder, holding his empty stocking, “/please./”
king doesn’t notice the other ego looking into through the glass. he doesn’t notice the ego hold their hand over their mouth, how could anyone forget king? how…well, he knew what is was like to be forgotten.
he knew that feeling too well.
well, it was only 6 am – he still had time. he still had time to make this right. he just needed to rush.
***
night fell on the ego’s office. wilford walking away with bags full of gifts, yandereplier giggling as she played with her new knife set, dark holding the black teddy bear wilford had got him close as they drove away. the other egos out and about, nobody in the main lobby where the tree stood tall.
perfect.
the ego set down the carts upon carts upon carts of gifts. all picked out for king, all wrapped in gold wrapping paper and red ribbon, smiling as they removed their coat and mittens. taking out the candy they bought and stuffing king’s stocking to the brim, smiling as they blushed at their good deed. excited to see the young ego’s reaction.
“king!! get down here!!” the ego rushed through, king wiping his tears as he stood from the meeting room.
“wha? what’s wrong?!” he wipes his red eyes, “is it my subjects?!”
“no, i…” shit, here came the lie, “i…saw santa in the lobby. he made a mistake and swung back around, you gotta come see this.”
king follows as the egos pulls them along.
and boy, does he start crying again.
its perfect, the gifts shining and stocking stuffed, glowing in the fire from the chimney. sparking about as he gasps, sniffling more. he…he heard his wishes!! santa…santa saw he was a good boy!!
“silver…santa left this for me?”
silver shepherd removed his ridiculous mask. his hair floofy and dark, his bangs dyed blue – a crescent shaped scar running down the left side of his face; a story he’d never tell anyone about.
“he sure did, bud. santa told me to tell you he’s –” a pause, the christmas cheer getting to him, “he’s sorry everyone forgot about you. even santa knows how it feels. people only care about him when…” people need saving “it’s winter. nobody listens….” to him when there’s meetings “to him when its not christmas.” he’s not even sure anyone but king remembered his name. “he knows you’ve been good all year, king.”
king tears up and tackles silver, hugging him tight, “…thank you for telling santa, silver, you’re the best, and i dont care what anyone else has to say.”
silver freezes up, hugging back king just as tight, sniffling. the two sharing their warmth as he smiles, the holiday cheer raising their spirits.
“now,” silver pulls away, “how about you get started on unwrapping. i’m sure santa didn’t want ya to just leave them there all night – you got some pretty good stuff, i heard!!”
and thats how the two spent their christmas night, together as king finally got the christmas he deserved, and silver shepherd saved the day.
kinkiplier trying to wrap gifts under the tree and accidentally wraps himself in some weird kinky bdsm way and yells for help behind his gag. bingiplier coming in and laughing, taking pictures, and leaving the poor ego there for the night until bim helps him get out of the wrapping paper binds the next morning.
“wha? how did you–”
“JUST GET ME OUT, I’VE BEEN HUNGRY SINCE 7 PM, THRISTY SINCE 9 PM, AND NEEDING TO PEE SUPER BADLY SINCE 1 AM.”
“o-okay!! geez, i just, how the heck do you tie yourself up so well with just wrapping paper?”
“BIM, LOOK AT WHO I AM, OF COURSE I WAS ABLE TO DO THAT, NOW HELP ME.”
“…well, not with THAT tone. maybe after lunch.”
poor kinkiplier saying he’s sorry over and over, left to hang there until finally dr. iplier swallows his pride and gets him down.
