•BONE DADDY•

•Conspiracies•

Editor's note: god I honestly hate this god forsaken story I've created which was originally as a JOKE by the way, but I suppose people want more, so I have to deliver.....enjoy. Also, since I missed the last 2 update days, this part will be published early.))

Time seemed to freeze around you as you stood there, halfway down the steps, your heart throbbing and beating as fast as you ever felt it go. You felt like you where going to have a panic attack, however you kept your calm- as much as you could manage, anyways.

As your eyes scanned the room, the clear body of Santa Claus remained hung by his feet, upside down from the ceiling limply. His eyes where closed, and for a moment you where terrified that he...wouldn't open them again...

As Jack quickly made his way down the stairs behind you, he couldn't help but seem very shocked and disgusted at the same thing your eyes felt prey to in that moment. But...why? Wasn't he the one behind this cruel plan?

"Oh, those ghastly little children! This is NOT what I had expected for our guest!" He cried out before softly pushing past you and untying the ropes. Who where the children, you where left to wonder? Did he put them up to whatever this was?

The skeleton clearly underestimated just how heavy the old man was, which was exactly why he was unable to carry him safely down to the ground. "WHOOPS!"

With a thud, Santa Claus hit the ground, causing him to jolt awake with a loud groan of pain. Judging by just how old he seemed to be, you wouldn't be surprised if he had threw out his back.

However, relief soon flooded you as you realized he was indeed safe, not gruesomely murdered or anything like that. Maybe this skeleton did have more of a heart than you thought...it was a little sweet to see him swoon over the man in red with such worry.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Please forgive my henchmen's horrible job at keeping you safe!" He quickly apologized, hoping that he wasn't going to be looked down upon by his idol- the one he aspired to be one day.

The old man had clearly hit his head too hard, which resulted in his rather...slow and confusing actions.

He glanced up at the skeleton with narrowed eyes, seeming bewildered and confused at the sights he was seeing. Clearly, he had assumed he was on acid or some kind of drug. ".....skeletons....in...Christmas...?" He would mumble and slur, reaching out to try and touch Jack's pale face.

Jack seemed flustered by this, quickly putting down Santa's hands. However, this also made him beam up with excitement. "Oh, yes! Your right!" He quickly stood up, dusting his clothing off and twirling elegantly to spot near you. Blending into the wall was a vision board of sorts, which he flipped over to reveal the plans for his Santa clause outfit and decorations.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you saw this. Was he being...legitimate? Or did he hit his head too hard too?

Jack hummed excitedly, beginning to point out every little detail and explain them. "This here will be my very own Santa Claus outfit!" He held his arms close to his chest in excitement, acting like a giddy little boy opening his birthday presents. It was...adorable, you had to admit. However that didn't distract you from the horrors that where playing for very long.

As Jack continued to blabber on and on, you began to feel nauseous. Many thoughts raced through your head, so much to the point where it was hard to control them. Everything here was...wrong...why where you involved with his plan? What even was his plan? To...take over Christmas...?