You wake up in a cold sweat. You just had a bad dream about a stupid soda commercial that comes on around Christmas time.
You check the time. It read '11:57' which meant 3 minutes until all hell breaks loose.
You jumped out of bed quickly, locked every door in the house that wasn't your bedroom's, and grabbed the metal bat hidden in your closet.
*tick.*
*tick.*
*tick.*
Time is up, it's Christmas morning.
You were startled by 3 long, hard knocks on your front door. You cautiously walked to the door, the smell of a certain type of sweet drink grew stronger.
It knew you were there. All you could hear was an eery whisper on the other side of the door.
You looked down and saw Kermit the Frog poking your bat and that's when you knew LeBron was about to knock down the door.
You ran into the nearest bathroom, locked it, and hid in the toilet.
"Do you want a Sprite Cranberry?" echoed off the walls of the quiet house.
"Say it, y/n. Say it."
"The answer is clear..." You sung quietly.
"It's the thirst-thirstiest time... of the year." You finished and cried as he flushed you down the toilet.
It was red and sticky.
"No, you aren't on your period, hoe." he whispered in your ear.
You shivered and gulped very loudly, making Author impressed.
All you remember is a cold metal object being smashed on your head and another...
"Do
you
want
a
Sprite
Cranberry?"
