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A cold breeze swept through the spruce forest. The cracks and open air of spawn made it even more chilly. Most animals were burrowed in their small caves, waiting for a long hard winter.

A small little bunny decided that it was a great day to throw all logic out the window. It hopped on his little feet along the cobblestone path. It scurried along in its peaceful blissfulness. 

Its journey ended by a small cottage on the other side of a spruce bridge. It smelled the land, faltering at the faint smell of gunpowder and ash. A normal animal may have left the land far behind, but all the creatures of the server were too used to the inhabitants' antics. 

"Hey there."

It peaked its head up at the British voice. A human kneeled in front of him a few yards away, looking like it was contemplating something. The human had long brown hair under a red mushroom looking thing. Its fur was half white and half sky looking. 

He was about to run away, when he noticed two small ears under the human's upside down mushroom cap. They were long and white. It took another moment for him to understand. This human was like him!

It didn't waste another second, it gleefully jumped into the humans lap, earning several scratches and cuddles. The human cooed at its little sweetness, and before he knew it, the human stood up and walked inside the cottage. Now some animals may have tried to run away, but he was perfectly content to stay in the warm house with the nice human with bunny ears. 

Aimsey was humming to a cheerful tune while stirring a stew, with more carrots than needed, when they heard knocking coming from their door. She put the spoon down and walked slowly to the door, wondering who on earth would visit her. Probably not Tubbo, he and she weren't on the best terms.

He opened the spruce door to see two people. 

One was wearing a brown jumpsuit with a blue mask, and reindeer antlers coming out from under his hood. The other was wearing a monarch outfit, a crown and everything. Except he had high black boots, sunglasses, long curly brown hair, and a gay flag as a cap.

"Hello, Aimsey Arod, I hope your stay in the Greater smp has been going to your liking."

He nodded slowly, both perplexed by the characters in front of him, and concerned if they came on bad intentions. You couldn't trust anybody, she had learned the hard way.

"I am king Eret Brine, and this," they waved their hand to his partner, "Is my knight Callahan Scute. We are here to wish you a merry holiday."

Okay, hold up. Stop talking. Did she just say, holiday?

"What?" She asked them, clearly confused.

Eret seemed unbothered by her confusion. "It is my duty, as king of the Greater smp, to wish everyone a merry Christmas."

Now they were even more confused. It couldn't be Christmas already. It just felt like the holiday a day ago. The memories were faint, but they didn't seem too reminiscent. But, with the whole moving and new things in her life, they probably just forgot. And these kind people were taking time out of their day to spread some holiday cheer!

He replaced her perplexed expression with a more gleeful one. He smiled at the two people, "Thank you for telling me! Happy holidays to you too!"

The king gave her a warm smile, it wasn't a totally friendly smile, but it wasn't malicious either. 

Aimsey exchanged a few more words with the king and knight, till they had to leave.

She shut her door and went back to their small kitchen. He continued to prepare the soup, until it was ready. They poured themself a bowl and placed it on their double seater square table.

She placed a smaller bowl, filled with some carrots, on the ground.

She quietly ate her carrot and potato stew. It honestly wasn't bad, considering his awful cooking skills. Her white ears flicked at the sound of thumping. He glanced down, spotting her pet rabbit, Daisy, munching hungrily at the carrots. He smiled at her cute little friend.

The evening passed on into late night. He let his thoughts wonder. To times before the smp. He vaguely recalled spending holidays with her friends. Like Bilzo, Eryn, Tommy, Linu, and Tubbo. They had great times. Laughing and goofing off with each other.

Too bad those times were over. She missed the bright smiles and warm touches. Now, people only gave her dirty or untruthful looks. When people touched her, it felt more threatening and cold, the soul gone. He would do anything to get that time back.

While cleaning the dishes, a thought struck them. Their friends refused to talk to each other, not without loud screaming and endless threats and words of hate. So, what if they, in a legal sense and total goodwill, kidnapped them and forced them to bond? There were no rules against it, maybe. They smiled wickedly, thinking of all their plans. This was gonna be a merry Christmas indeed.

She woke up early the next morning. She made a quick breakfast, toast with honey, and got ready. She exchanged her red beanie for a floppy white hat, grabbed a brown jacket, a green backpack, filled with various utensils she would need, and strapped on her black hiking shoes. She was prepared.

He opened the door. He shielded his eyes with his hand from the sudden light of the morning sun. After getting used to the brightness, he moved outside and shut his door behind him. He made sure it was locked.

They set themselves on a slow pace toward prime path. Taking the time to admire the scenery, albeit how much it seemed off. The sky was just not blue enough, the grass not soft enough, the place too quiet. They didn't mind, it wasn't like they knew every hidden rule about the server, yet.

He finally reached it and started heading north, to the Snowchester's mansion. Which she was rudely kicked out of. 

The warm air turned into the icy chill of winter. Snowchester was cold all year long, but it was especially frigid during the colder months. She wrapped her coat more around her and surged on. She was not giving up so easily.

After another half-hour, the mansion came into view. Aimsey gave herself a little cheer and quickened her pace. It was way too cold to be wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Oh well, not the time to be disputing his fashion choices.

By the time she reached the front, she felt like a human popsicle in the Arctic. They yanked the door open and quickly secured himself inside the warm, barren household. 

He took a slow breath, steadying her racing heart and closed thoughts. He had to focus. He was on a mission. 

Aimsey began to wander the mansion. She passed through empty rooms. Decorated with spruce and oak logs. There were a few boxes and chests littered about, evidence that someone had come around here. 

Aimsey kept her search going on. She came here with one goal: find Boo. Aimsey knew he would be their best bet at getting the information on all her friends, including their own friends. He had talked to the ghost once, her first day on the server. He had invited her to the mansion and was very nice. Then Tubbo had to ruin everything, but they weren't thinking about that for now.

Her search for the ender ghost continued on till lunch. They wished she could keep going, but the large, winding halls of the mansion were starting to deteriorate her mental state. He needed a break, like now.

She sat down on the stairs of the grand entrance, a beautiful end rod chandelier shining down on the bright oak planks. End rods were rare, and only added to the charm of magnificent build.

Aimsey slung her backpack from her shoulder and set it between her legs. They were intending to eat some carrots they had shoved in there, but another surprise awaited her when she unzipped his bag.

"Daisy!"

The little white bunny looked up at her name. She gave Aimsey the most innocent look ever. Aimsey was never one to say no to cute things, and Daisy just looked so adorable with her fluffy fur and bright icy-blue eyes. How could he be mad?

Aimsey picked her up and started scratching her behind the ears. Daisy snuggled into his neck, eagerly lacking up the attention.

"You have a cute bunny, " an echoey voice scared her from above. She let out a little squeak, and their ears tried to shoot out from under her hat. 

She looked up to see two different eye colors staring at her. They stared back.

"H-hi, Boo. You kinda scared me there," she stammered, his instincts taking over for a bit. 

The ghost tilted his dual-skin head. "I haven't seen you in a while," the ghost didn't sound sad, he never truly sounded dismal, "what brings you back?"

Aimsey would've lied if he said she didn't feel sorrow. They never got to know Ranboo, but Tommy and Tubbo spoke about him with so much love, admiration, and also grief. He was there for her friends, and they would always be grateful to him, either in life or death.

"Actually, I was looking for you, " she said in what she hoped was a cheerful tone.

The ghost only continued looming over her. "What do you need me for?"

Their smile grew into a more dangerous one. Oh, this is going to be good.

"You see," she started in a gleeful tone, "I was thinking of holding a Christmas party, but I am not exactly in contact with everyone. So, I was wondering if you could help me ask them."

The ghost immediately started cheering. He swooped down from floating above Aismey to the bottom of the staircase. He was still a tall fucker.

"Oh yes! I would love to help you! I can't wait to make people happy!"

Aimsey chuckled at his antics, and for once, they actually genuinely smiled. He set Daisy on the floor and used the railing to pull herself up.

"Okay, let's go make the best Christmas this server has ever seen."

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She walked along the L'manhole. The crater was steep and dangerous, but she looked over at the sad beauty of it all. He may not have been there when it started and ended, but she heard glorious stories of freedom, tyranny, wars, traitors, tnt, and everything else. The overgrown vines on the obsidian pillars draped down to the small pond forming on the bottom. Bridges and ladders were splattered across the whole, making way for people to access it. A giant L'manburg flag, pre Manburg, sat in the still shallow waters, lightly flapping in the small breeze.

Even with the deadly beauty, she didn't stay around to look around. He came to pay respects and continue her search. 

They made up an ugly cobblestone staircase , and through the dirt tunnel. A small wreck of a house in the hill came into view. She brightened up a bit, remembering her mission. He walked over to what looked like the entrance. Oak logs clashed with smooth stone, with broken windows and many holes. They didn't bother knocking, she couldn't without a door. Her sneakers hit cobblestone on his way inside.

She looked around the small room. Chests scattered the wall in front of her, a bed on her right sitting by a whole going down. A hiss from the ceiling made his ears perk up. She glanced to the right top corner, finding a spider encased in glass. Before they could wonder why there was a spider in the first place, a loud boisterous voice startled him from behind.

"Ayy! Who the hell are you, and why in the fucking world why are you in my house, bitch?" The voice sounded mad and irritated, but she caught the small hint of fear.

They turned around. A tall skinny blond coated in grymm and dried blood over tan skin, with dull blue eyes and wearing a red and white baseball shirt with cargo pants stood before her. He looked towered and angry. Sadly, this is how her friend, Tommy, always looked now.

"Hey Toms, how you doing?" He asked cheerfully. Tommy scowled at her.

"Really none of your fucking business bitch, now get your ass out of here," he said harshly, clearly not in a merry attitude. But Aismey was damm determined.

"Listen Tommy," they started carefully, walking towards the brit, "I am making a party and came to invite you!" He swung their hands out in a sort of jazz motion. Tommy backed up a bit, and gave her a scrutinized look. He looked like he was trying to understand the weird request.

"Here's the thing, I ain't falling for your trick, dickhead, alright?" Tommy seemed to end the discussion there, shoving past Aimsey and trying to get him out.

"Hey, fucking stop!" She shouted while trying to push against Tommy, which was quite easy with how little strength he had. Eventually they made it outside. A cold breeze blew through the small clearing. 

Aismey was standing away from the door, while Tommy was hiding behind his broken door. 

"Alright, don't fucking come back pussy!" He yelled, without much venom.

Aismey took a long sigh, so he was choosing the hard way. "Hey Tommy," he glanced back quickly, still looking upset, "I wasn't really asking when I said, 'I'm holding a party," they said dangerously. 

Tommy fully turned to him, a little surprised and looking a bit scared. 

He smiled sweetly at him, but a glint of mischief was in her eye. Tommy must have noticed it.

He didn't get a chance to react. She pulled the weakness potion from her pocket and smashed it at Tommy. He started coughing and shaking, but eventually he went limp.

He walked over to the unconscious body. "One down, six to go," she smiled to herself, glad her mission worked out. And if Boo did his part, she only had five more people to get. 

They picked Tommy up bridal style, she may not have been very strong, but Tommy was very light, and headed to Snowchester.

She started making her way down Prime path, when a squeaky voice called from behind them.

"Why are you fucking carrying a unconsciousness blond?" She snapped their head around, seeing a dark skinned man wearing all light blue. Diamonds coated his face and neck. His covered arms probably also had shiny rocks embedded in them. He looked at with utter confusion and amazement in his bright blue eyes.

Now, she liked to say she was a nice, kind person, but she had things to do and didn't have time to put up with shit today.

"None of your fucking business Skeppy." They scowled at him. He looked angry at their statement.

"Oh I'm sorry if I'm fucking interrupting something! Now tell me what the fuck is going on or I'm telling on you," he threatened her in a childish tone. 

Just what she needed, a snobby little prick. She looked around for any type of help; her eyes landed on a certain red and black clothed demon with white eyes. They smiled wickedly.

"I'm sure Bad would love to hear that you have Beckerson, his son's fish, who has been mysteriously missing." He taunted him, sneering in soon to be victory.

Skeppy reeled back, as if she had just killed his puppy and not threatened to snitch to his best friend. "You wouldn't fucking dare." He jabbed a finger in her way.

"Try me," he dared him.

It seemed like Skeppy didn't think it was worth getting a demon and arson master mad at him today, because he turned around and went on with his day.

He felt victorious, threatening people was so joyful. She continued her way to Snowchester, with a skip in their step and feeling great.

Aimsey ran across the black concrete, passing bright, giant spectacular buildings, filled with all sorts of fun games and extraordinary things. He didn't bother even glancing at them.

She snuck between a small alleyway, jumping behind some smelly garbage cans. They tried to even out her breathing.

"Come on now. Crap, where did she go? This is not go-not good at all. Surely you would have seen her, right?" A slow, deep distorted voice asked sternly. 

"I don't fucking know!" A different high voice shot back, annoyed and tired.

Aismey risked a glance. Two trident wielding and netherite wearing hybrids were standing a few feet away, surveilling the bareen city. Aimsey tried to calm herself down, steadying her breathing. 

After a second, the two men left. Aimsey quietly went the other way, towards the outskirts.

He made it with little hesitance, only hiding when an eye scarred man was nearby. They searched through the trees, trying to find what he came here for. In some fluffy bushes, was a knocked out and tied up fox hybrid. 

The good thing, he was healthy and was easy to grab. The hard part was the many guarding procedures in Las Nevadas. She took a moment to ground herself. It was over, she got Fundy, and avoided Sam and Foolish. All was good.

Except that the hardest part of her mission had yet to come. 

Ghostboo had successfully grabbed Tubbo, though there may be some words when he wakes up. All he had to do now was to get a revived Wilbur. They was tasked to get Fundy. He wished him luck, he would need it.

"What exactly was your fucking plan?" A scratchy voice shook her from behind.

She nearly jumped a foot in the air. He spun around, catching a particular purple Alien hybrid.

He looked unbothered in his oversized purple sweatshirt. He had no weapons or armor on him. They calmed down a little bit, but only a little.

"You-you ah scared me there Purpled." She said, trying not to sound afraid. A thought struck her, "Why are in the fucking woods anyway?"

A dark expression passed through face, but all he did was shrug. "I had to get something. Got it, now heading back. Why are you kidnapping Fundy?"

They twitched at how careless he asked the question. He didn't ask her why, he just knew. It's not like she can hide it, and the reason isn't that bad. He can trust Purpled, maybe.

"I'm planning a party and wanted him to come." She said nonchalantly.

Purple looked over her shoulder to the unconscious body. He raised one of his eyebrows. "Did you have to knock him out? Couldn't you, you know, just ask?" He asked.

He looked back the way he came from, "let's just say he might not want to come." He looked back at Purpled, into his glowing magenta eyes. "Plus, no one bothers getting together these days. They care about themselves and think everything is a trap."

He nodded in understanding. He didn't know her past, and she didn't know his. But they stood there, in an unsaid agreement and peace. They both saw what the truth of this server was. They both knew how cold people were. But only one was willing to change it.

Without saying anything, Purp stepped into the bushes and picked Fundy up. Aimsey looked confused and surprised. "I don't think you have the strength to carry him. Now where are we heading?" He said the last part with at least a little bit of cheer.

Aimsey led him to the black concrete road. They made it to the mansion after thirty minutes. They couldn't use any tridents with Fundy in Purpled's arms. 

They thanked Purpled and made him promise not to tell anyone. He came in for a bit to get out of the cold. Eventually Punz showed up. He looked agitated, but Purpled was able to calm him down. He said he was just passing by. Aimsey was thankful Purpled kept his promise. The two brothers left, without a reason, but Aismey didn't mind.

Now, he sat on the stairs petting Daisy. He thought about how the hell she was going to pull off the last part of her mission.

Now, Tommy was pretty easy. Fundy, despite the resistance, was acceptable. Boo said Tubbo was fairly okay to get, but Wilbur was harder. Not impossible though, just troubling. 

The hardest part. The most difficult. Nearly impossible, only a fool would try it. No one had come back alive.

Aimsey had to kidnap the two most powerful anarchists this server has.

He has to yoink Techno and Phil.

She really wanted to yell, but she also didn't want to wake anyone up. They buried her head in her hands and took a deep sigh.

This was going to be fun.

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The snow was a thickening white blanket. It's soft, fluffy crystals spread to every living thing for a mile. The trees creaked under their heavy load, and the birds cuddled together for their warmth. Despite the freezing cold of the north, the forest was in peaceful bliss.

Except a certain black haired bunny hybrid running at top speeds to avoid getting their head chopped off by a giant, angry, territorial pig.

Yeah, things were just peachy, as one could say. 

She ducked behind a clump of rocks, praying to prime he would get at least one second to freaking calm down. Their breathing was heavy and she could hear his heartbeat in her long white ears. The world started to spin around and her vision was getting more smudged by the second. 

Heifted his ears a bit, trying to hear anyone nearby. He couldn't sense any feet crunching in snow or a branch cracking. Aimsey honestly didn't know if this was better or worse. Knowing who she was up against, they were probably doomed.

Even though her instincts yelled at him to stay put and hide from the predator, she had a mission to do, and she would be damned if he didn't at least try. 

Which will probably result in one less person of the server's population. XD probably wouldn't mind.

A small yelp made her turn her head sharply. The sound came from the direction of some trees and bushes, further out from where he was hiding. 

If that was any other sound, they would have bolted the opposite direction like they were running from Death herself, but she knew that yelp, she knew who yelped like that. 

She never ran faster in their life.

"Stop!" She shouted as he pushed through the bushes and jumped into the small clearing. A pack of wolves, their fir as pure as the snow under their feet. She didn't bother with the carnivorous wolves, instead, he ran directly for the poor sun eyed rabbit, caged by the beats. They picked Daisy up and held her close to her chest, close to her heart; she wasn't going to lose anyone else.

The wolves growled at him, showing their pearly white fangs. They moved with presiousion and practice, stalking their helpless prey. Aimsey's heart was beating at a rapid pace, and her throat was choking on the crisp, thin air. 

"Hello, little hair, " a deep voice sneered, though danger lurked in his voice. Aimsey turned his head around, until he met rubie red eyes, as bright as lava, as sharp as a sword, and as cold as the Arctic they ruled.

"Techno, " Aimsey breathed unsteadily, "what a surprise seeing you here, " her eyes darted around the wolves, who were obediently waiting for their command.

The red-eyed snorted, but Aimsey knew he wasn't amused. "You shouldn't be here, " Techno taunted, walking ever so slowly towards her. She felt the clog in their throat, not even going to try to respond to the accusation, for she understood she was in the wrong. She wasn't going to lie, unlike most people.

"Listen, I just want to talk," they said with a smile, pleading to Prime that she wasn't going to die today. He already lost one life, he did not intend to lose another.

The piglin chuckled, his breath coming out in white puffs of smoke. "If you are here on behalf of the Syndicate, then I won't unleash a horde of wolves on you, but if you're not," the pure white snow shifted as the wolves crept closer to their prey, "I think you know the rest." His smile was all sharpness and his blood eyes bore into what felt like Aimsey's entire soul. 

Her instincts were screaming to run and hide from the predator, yet her fight or flight refused to kick in, leaving her totally frozen in the middle of what was to be her killers. 

Techno didn't utter another word, but Aismey could see every word in his stone cold face. He didn't step any closer, only watching. Waiting to strike. Their breath caught in their throat as he noticed the wolves creeping closer, inch by inch, their canine fangs ready to rip soft flesh.

Aimsey couldn't do anything but just stand there, hopeless and frozen in terror. He wished they never even decided to throw that studio party, even if she would never see their friends again. At least she would be *alive*.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her stiff arms around her freezing body, ready yet unprepared to meet her demise. She just wished they would get it over with it.

But she never felt the hot breath on her skin, nor the tang of copper drifting in the silent air, however, she did hear the sudden war cry of a five year old man who sounded like he would spite death if he had to.

She snapped her open as a gentle hand settled on her shoulder, not too rough, just a gentle touch. She turned her head to meet navy blue eyes, dark as a storm out on sea and treacherous its unhinged waves. And maybe they weren't always that dark, maybe they were a brighter teal or cyan, light as the sky on a summer day or sparkling as waterfall droplets.

"Hello, I'm taking your Aimsey?" The girl spoke in a quiet voice, a small accent leaking into her words. Aismey knew there were more people around, and that they were busy with Techno and the wolves, but she couldn't dare look away from the woman standing beside her. An entrancing essence surrounding the short woman. 

"Ye-eah, that's me." Aimsey smiled, hoping to not sound too scared. The woman didn't question her stutter in his words or the fear in their caramel eyes, instead nodding and giving the girl an encouraging smile.

"It's nice to meet you, though I'd rather be on better terms," she stated the last part mournfully, almost as if she too wished things hadn't come to this, like she was mourning someone's loss, or her own. 

Aimsey decided not to talk anymore, either too frightened or out of respect, she didn't know, but she nodded her head along at the woman's words. The woman tried to brighten up a bit, and Aimsey almost caught her dark blue eyes becoming a sky blue, but it vanished as soon as it came. 

"You don't look so good. How bout we get you someplace warm and safe. Hm?" Aimsey just nodded, letting the woman guide her deeper into the spruce forest, away from what almost took her second life. 

She didn't look back, only looking ahead or at the woman. She didn't see the two men using weakness potions on her old friend's brother, nor did she notice when they started following her.

All she knew was she was safe, and that was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

"So, let me guess this right. You want to throw a Christmas party for all your friends and their family, but since no one would come willingly, you decided the best option was to kidnap them?" Aimsey met the woman dead on, his face totally serious.

"Yeah, that's about right,"

"Huh," the woman just looked away, trying to ponder all the information Aimsey had poured onto her in the last half hour. She almost chuckled at how funny the situation was, but she refrained from losing her serious demeanor at the moment.

"I mean, I'm not going to stop even if you-"

The woman turned her head so sharply, Aimsey almost stumbled off her chair. "Who said I was going to stop you?" Aimsey gulped, the words sounding almost angry, yet a bit of craziness on the tip. The woman looked dead into Aimsey's face, smiling almost like a physco. "I want to help you." The madness from earlier finished, leaving a sweet, kind young woman in its stead.

Aimsey blinked a couple of times, trying to process the words filtering in her head. "Uhh… what?" The girl chuckled at Aimsey's misery, finally acting like a teenager instead of a stone-faced queen, though she still had an elegance of one.

"Trust me, I understand what you're trying to do. You miss the old times and want to bring them back, and I want to help you with that!" Her thin lips parted in a small smile, and her eyes gleamed with some untold story lidden within them. 

Aimsey pondered over her request for a while. As much as Ghostboo was helpful, she really needed an actual *living* person to help. She looked back up at the woman, still waiting patiently for Aimsey's verdict. 

"You know what, why not!" Aimsey gave her a big smile, and the woman copied her joy. Before either could talk again, the door across the room burst open. Aimsey would have jumped three feet in the air if the woman hadn't held her down. They both looked over at who had the audacity to rudley barge into a women's conversation. 

A young man stood leaning against the door, heavily out of breath. Aimsey took note of the Grady blue jumper the man was wearing. She almost felt bad for his lack of fashion.

"Connor! You can't just come in here without knocking!" The woman reprimanded. The ma- Connor looked embarrassed at the realization.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he took a couple deep breaths to even out his breathing before continuing, "Jack and I just wanted to inform you that Techno and Phil are good to go." 

Wait, what! Aimsey looked between the two adults rapidly, confused evident on her face. "What does that mean?" She questioned the woman. She looked a bit sheepish at Aimsey's words.

"Did I forget to tell you that I might have already kidnapped Techno and Phil while we were chatting?"

"I think that would have been an important part!" Aimsey hollered, standing up from her chair. 

The woman looked away for a moment, before regarding Aimsey again, but she didn't meet her brown eyes. "Sorry, I should've told you, but we just got so caught up!" She sounded sincere, like she truly was sorry. 

Aimsey was never a person to hold a grudge for a long time, if Tubbo wasn't evident of that, and as she scanned her face, realizing she wasn't tricking Aimsey, she knew she had to let it go.

She let out a tired sigh. "It's alright, we've all forgotten something before. Plus, it's less work for me," the woman brightened at her cheerful words, "I think it's time we leave, if we want to make it back on time." The woman nodded and stood up. Aimsey glanced over at the door to see if Connor was still around, but the man had vanished without a trace. 

"Oh! I forgot to tell you my name," Aimsey focused back on the woman. They tilted their head, signaling for her to proceed. "My name's Niki Nihachu, it's nice to meet you," she held out her hand, and Aimsey shook it without another thought.

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Now let's go kidnap our friends and force them to have the best Christmas ever," they both smiled wickedly at that, knowing full well everything was going according to plan.