A ghostly Christmas! (1x1 - AndreaJingling + NienieDreamer)

  • So many newbies lately! Here is a very important PSA about one of our most vital content policies! Read it even if you are an ancient member!
"Nice!'' Noëlle said with a nod as she examined the cookie cutters. So they went unused for a while... "We should probably clean them first, though,'' she suggested.

She stopped and looked at Charlotte, not sure what to do in the silence. She never really knew what to do in serious situations like this. They were so... serious. And she was so... not.

Noëlle cleared her throat after all those revelations and said nothing for a long while. "I don't...'' she eventually said. "I don't think I really get nightmares. So... I don't really know about them, or really know what to do about them. I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about the nightmares.''

She still didn't really know what to do. There was only one thing to do, in her mind. "Maybe if you have a good experience just before going to bed, you'll not have nightmares or something? I don't really know how nightmares work... sorry. But maybe it'll at least help to have a good night! Though, sleep is also very important... but for now... I guess the focus is for you to have a good night!''
 
"Honestly not a, bad plan.."

At last, Charlie snapped out of her trance, and began to clean the cutters, staying quiet at the mention of her being sorry about her nightmares.. She didn't really know what to say regarding that, so she simply nodded back to Noëlle as she washed the cutters out. Most they had was dust, no remnants of food..

As she spoke of a good experience, she lifted her head, and gently shook it once more..

"No, Noëlle, it, doesn't exactly, work like that for me.. These Nightmares.. They're, sourced from my own, well, past traumas.. That I can, never really get rid of.. It's, fine you don't, some people might actually have them fixed by that.. But, not me.. Not mine."

As Noëlle spoke about getting a good night's rest, she couldn't help but shudder, her face fading more of an icy blue than before..

"I appreciate the sentiment.. But from my experience, nights will, never be good for me anymore.."
 
"Yeah, they seem to have not been used in a while,'' Noëlle said. "Better safe than sorry! Wouldn't want either of us getting sick.'' Then, she tilted her head. ''Well... Dunno if I really can get sick. But then again, I've never eaten cookies from possibly dirty cookie cutters.'' Noëlle shrugged. "Oh well.''

Noëlle was silent for a long time after that. All of this was just so sad to her. Every day she'd had so far, that she could remember at least, was good. She always had fun. She had it good. Taking care of the reindeer, sleeping soundly at night without any nightmares... Well, sometimes there were flashes. Flashes of something. But she could never really remember them by the time she woke up.

She couldn't relate to the premise of what Charlotte was experiencing. Noëlle didn't know how to help, and she wanted to help. She was sent here to help. If she couldn't help, then... then what? The whole purpose of being here was helping! Not just to have a great Christmas, but a good rest of the year, too...
 
"Mhm. At least a few months at the very least. Don't make cookies too much anymore. Again life kinda, has been interesting. From the past to the present honestly."

She said timidly.. Charlie honestly mirrored Noëlle's silence, slowly prepping ingredients and cookie sheet pans, taking her time to make sure everything was good to go safely and sanitarily. Honestly, she felt terrible having Noëlle go silent.. It hurt her to hear no eager chatter as she worked to prepare the cookies.. Still, she did her best to shake the feelings off, before nodding to herself at last as she poured the mixture of wet into the dry..

"Ok.. there we go. mixing time."
 
Noëlle stayed silent up until the very time of the mixing. "So...'' she tried, "you must have some interesting stories. So do I, by the way. I'll start!'' She cleared her throat, trying to think of an interesting story.

"So,'' she started, silencing a bit as she still tried to think of something. "This one time... Uh...'' She tilted her head, tapping her chin. "Oh!'' Noëlle exclaimed with a gasp. "I know! So, this one time, I was training the reindeer, right? Not Santa's reindeer, Krampus' reindeer. I still help out with his reindeer sometimes, even though I don't... anymore... well, anyways.'' After a bit of stumbling, she got to the point. "So Santa did come by with his sleigh, and I guess the reindeer got a little excited or something, because our sleigh crashed straight into his!'' She made the explosion noise with a wild mimic. "I swear, I could not stop them, they just went. And apparently, Santa was transporting tinsel, because it went everywhere. And I mean everywhere. And Krampus being Krampus, well, you can imagine, he was NOT happy,'' she laughed. "He claimed it took him weeks to clean up, and to this day, he claims he STILL finds tinsel! I'm inclined to believe him; that stuff gets everywhere.''

Noëlle looked at Charlotte expectantly now. Both for her reaction and for HER story, because after all, it was her turn!
 
Charlotte took a moment to pause as Noëlle brought up the concept of story telling. She very much did.. But with her starting, she chose to listen in, resuming her mixing as she listened to everything Noëlle had to say. And honestly, she was VERY intrigued at the fact she spoke of KRAMPUS' REINDEER? WHAT? That single line captured her attention fully, as she listened to the entire story, letting out a short laugh after.

"Heh, yeah honestly it, does make sense on THAT regard.. From what I know modern tinsel and stuff like that has a lot, and I mean a L O T, of G L I T T E R . And THAT stuff is hell to clean up. worked at a craft store last year for a time, left after a lot of differing factors, but the glitter stuck with me. Sorry to hear about that wreck by the way, and I, never knew that Krampus had deer. Thought they just kinda, did it themselves, travelled on foot or by, some kind of magic.."

She commented with a smile, before slowly thinking of stories she knew. Many came to her mind, from the past to the present.. Though, her mind attempted to filter out one common factor between many:

Tragedy. Loss. Pain.

Needless to say however,

it didn't work.


"Well, I don't, really have too many stories that aren't tied to, some sort of tragedy in one way or another.. usually it is the um.. same tragedy.."

She scratched her neck timidly, as she began pouring the mixture onto the cookie sheet, which she had cleaned and sprayed prior.
 
"Oh,'' Noëlle grinned, "there was SO much glitter. Krampus wasn't nearly as amused as me and Santa were. All the reindeer were fine, by the way. I made sure to check them out BEFORE laughing, and that's really the most important thing,'' she shrugged. "So, seeing as they were fine, it was just plain funny.''

Noëlle nodded, though. "Yeah, he loves reindeer. Santa got his reindeer from Krampus. I got Rainy from Krampus! Well, I got her from Santa, but she came from Krampus. But no, he doesn't use his reindeer for transportation or anything. If you ask me, I think he gets kinda lonely, because people don't like him due to him scaring them and whatnot, even though he's really kinda nice. And since he's kinda... reindeer-ish himself, I guess he just relates to reindeer, and they understand each other. I learnt everything I knew about reindeer from him, you know. I don't know what I would have become if not a reindeer elf, due to him, I guess. But keeping them is sort of just more of a hobby to him than anything else, I think.''

Her mood instantly sunk when Charlotte didn't have any stories. "Oh...'' she said. So... that didn't work. She'd hoped she could pick up the mood with that, but instead she'd maybe just brought on bad memories... she didn't intend to do that! She cleared her throat awkwardly, not really saying anything anymore. How could she possibly raise Charlotte's mood...?
 
Honestly, those answers very much snapped her out of that descent into thinking about her death and the events that followed.

Charlie STARED in amazement, her jaw hanging open in awe as Noëlle spoke of the fact that KRAMPUS gave the man in red his reindeer..

"W-wait WHAT? WAIT SO SANTA'S TEAM IS ORIGINALLY FROM K R A M P U S ? This, ok THIS is the fact that's turned my like perception of that upside down WHAT."
Charlie commented with a hard blink of nothing more than surprise and realization, it was incredible to really hear it from someone, and the fact that he sounded, honestly like herself, caused her to sort of take pause..

"wow.. that.. that's insane.. Ok just a sort of uh, hot take from me but, maybe he, isn't all that bad? I mean he just kinda sounds like a depressed college student to me.."

She carefully grabbed her oven mitts, and stuck the cookie sheet into the oven with a soft breath.

"and there we go that should be baking.. And it's, fine about the story thing.. Heh, don't have many myself like I said but, I'm happy to listen to yours."
 
Noëlle couldn't help but giggle at Charlotte's reaction, nodding at it to confirm. "Yeah, both Santa and me got his reindeer from him,'' she reiterated. "And Krampus isn't bad,'' she confirmed, too. "I know he scares kids, and yeah, maybe he could go about it better, but really, when nothing else helps...'' Noëlle quieted down. "He says it's as much for their good as it is ours. Because bad kids become bad people, he says. I don't think that's always true, though. People can change. I think.''

She silenced a bit, blinking at herself before continuing. "You know,'' she eventually said, "I know he's not bad. Because... he took care of me.'' She admitted. And then she gave context. "I don't know... what happened, or anything, all I do remember is white and cold. And then some kinda reindeer man - that was Krampus -. He says he found me in the snow, and I had hypothermia, so he took me to his cave and nursed me back to health. And then I helped out with the reindeer and whatnot, and after a while when I was back on my feet he sent me to Santa to help out there. And that's pretty much... well, yeah, that's pretty much it. But he's not bad. I know people are scared of him, and think he is bad, but he's not. He's really not,'' she insisted. She wasn't as cheerful during this story as she was usually, and was looking down.
 
Charlie fully understood that sentiment.. Many times she had seen individuals that, well, only learnt through terror, or fear..

"Yeah, heh, some people can only learn the hard way unfortunately.."

Charlie then fell to silence, as Noëlle told her story.. As she spoke about Krampus in such a light.. It sort of ,shocked her to her core, hearing of how he showed mercy to a young one.. It touched her heart in such a way Christmas had NEVER prior, it honestly shook her soul to the core, tears dripping from her cheeks as she listened..

Carefully, as she noticed Noëlle's downtrodden expression, she slowly leaned down, and patted their shoulder with a gentle, and reassuring smile.

"Well they're all wrong, aren't they. Media doing it's job at that, but still, honestly, I'd be more up to meet HIM than Santa, if his soul is of that same sparing sort that I admire to the highest heights."

Self confidence is important.
 
Noëlle was more than shocked to see the tears, hopping down from the surface she'd been sitting on and starting to sputter. "Sorry, did I - I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry!'' Her hands flew to her own mouth. What had she DONE?! She was trying to cheer Charlotte up with stories, and now she'd made the them sad! She didn't mean to do that! "I'm so sorry-'' Noëlle started again, having to stop herself from starting to cry, too.

She was shocked to hear, however, that now Charlotte wanted to meet Krampus instead of Santa... "Uhh....'' she said, long drawn out. "Uhhh....'' She fell silent for quite a bit. Until Noëlle spoke up again. "...I could send a letter?'' She suggested, still baffled by this. And also caught up in emotions of memories. How did she even get in that snow? Santa hadn't known her before, Krampus actually had complained about Santa NOT taking her in at first -he later explained to her he thought that Krampus could use some company- because she wasn't one of his. He'd complained about it, pacing around the cave. "How could you NOT be one of his?'' He'd exclaimed, "Look at your EARS!'' And yes, they were pointy. Something she was actually quite proud of. She liked them pointy. Even her shoes were pointy. And her collar. And the ends of her dress. She had lots of pointy stuff, as in true elf fashion.

"...I'm gonna go... write a letter,'' she said, before walking off, a bit dazed at that. Rainy followed her through the door with one last look towards Charlotte, and slipped through just before the door shut again.
Outside, she was met with an unpleasant surprise; her so called 'brother' according to him. "I DON'T have a brother!'' She told him before he could even speak.
"Yes,'' he said, kneeling down to eye level, "yes, you do, Noëlle. It's me. I'm your brother. Don't you remember why you left?''
"I didn't leave you, I don't even know you!''
She'd had more than enough. Noëlle rarely ever got angry, she was always, well, happy. But she'd had enough. So, she snapped her fingers and in a cloud of red with green glitter, both her and Rainy vanished into a POOF. Leaving the guy to be holding nothing.
"What the hell?!'' He exclaimed, looking at his empty hands and to where Noëlle had been standing just before.

Noëlle herself had gone to whatever place would be quietest right now. And she was eagerly writing on a bit of parchment with a quill.
𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶
𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉. ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 ℴ𝓀𝒶𝓎!
𝐼'𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝒻𝒻. 𝐼 𝓉ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁ℴ𝓉𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊... 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℴ𝓀𝒶𝓎? 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈ℴ 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝑔𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻, 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽.
𝒩ℴë𝓁𝓁ℯ

Then, she sent a letter to Krampus. He disliked being called 'dear, so she just led with 'Krampus'.
𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓈.
𝐼 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶 𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃, 𝒾𝒻 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝒻ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓁ℴ𝓌. ℋℴ𝓌ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇, 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈... ℴ𝒹𝒹. 𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻, 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℴ, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓂𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈. 𝒩ℴ𝓉 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐼 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁ℴ𝓉𝓉ℯ - 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉 - 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ'𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶! 𝐼𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉 𝓃ℯ𝓌𝓈? 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹.
𝐼 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝑔ℯ𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝑔ℴℴ𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝒮ℴ... 𝐼 𝑔𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝓈ℯℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝒶𝓈𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝒲ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ ℴ𝓊𝓉?
𝒩ℴë𝓁𝓁ℯ & ℛ𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎
𝒫𝒮: ℛ𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁! 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓌ℯ𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉!

She sent both letters off with Rainy, who flew to deliver them all after a fond goodbye. It was sad to see her go, but it was necessary. Then, she went back to Charlotte's house, after making sure that the strange guy wasn't still loitering there. He'd probably gone out and look for her, because he was not there, so she quickly snuck back inside. "Letters are sent!'' She let Charlotte know. "Rainy should be back soon, hopefully with replies. You'll be extra very lucky if Krampus agrees to meet you... he's not very social and he doesn't like to get out much.''
 
Charlie quickly looked around, mopping her face.

"N-n-no not sad tears! Happy tears! I ALWAYS get emotional when hearing of someone with the same sort of, spirit as my own.. And honestly shook me to my core to hear that someone who is known as they are to, well, be such a kind spirit.. heh."

At the comment about letters, Charlotte paused again, thinking with a soft breath..

"Sure, uh, that'd be, an option for certain. Still willing to meet the big man but I do wanna meet with Krampus more, give him some kind regards and such.. Probably doesn't get many considering this world but, still, want to what I've always done: see the good through the shadow.

The puppet woman sighed, watching Noëlle head outside to send the letter, letting out a short breath as she really thought about what she just did. Would Krampus care if she was a spirit?
Would he hunt her down?
Would it even W O R K ?

Questions buzzed in her mind, but as she watched a poof appear outside, she got curious, and walked over to the window, gazing out, and rolling her eyes with a grunt.. She reached into the belly of the animatronic bear, and grabbed out a tazer on a stick. She preferred range to close range. After, she walked out of her front door, arming the tazer, and stepping outside to her porch.

"Look if you don't get out of here and stop harassing the kid I will personally get the officers out here on trespassing and harassment charges. And trust me when I say they'll be on my side, cause I have connections to the Hurricane PD."

Fun Fact!
That is actually true! One of her friends, Carlton, has a father that works as Police Chief at the Hurricane Police Department, specifically Officer Clay Burke. I love mixing books and canon timeline.

Once they left, she stepped back inside, letting out a small breath as she set her little weapon down, turning off the charge. A few minutes later, she heard the sound of their voice, turning back to Noëlle with a small chuckle.

"Sounds epic. And, heh, yeah fair enough.. I mean both of them are probably VERY busy this time of year. Honestly regardless of if they show up or not, this has to be the most fun I've had in a WHILE on this holiday."
 
It had taken Noëlle quite a while to come back. Luckily, the guy wasn't there anymore, so she'd been able to quickly get inside just in case he'd come back. "Cookies smell great,'' she commented, hopping back on a surface and kicking her feet again. But she had a lot to think about. A lot she wanted to ask, so in a way, it was good that Krampus was coming. He ought to know how she got there, right?

So, Noëlle was a little bit quieter than usual. Just... thinking about, well, stuff. Which was indeed unusual for her. But it brought a smile to her face to hear that the Christmas was indeed special for Charlotte. This whole time, she'd felt like she wasn't doing a whole lot to help Charlotte, or not getting through to her. But to hear that in fact, she was, was a huge relief to her. "Well, that's great to hear,'' she said very softly. She tried not to seem too out of it; the last thing she wanted was for Charlotte to worry about her. "So what do y-''

There was a knock on the door. This guy hadn't gone to the police on his own, no. Because he believed Charlotte when they said that the police would be on their side; of course they would be. They were certainly never on HIS side. Not during that night, and he'd never trusted them since. So, he waited for Charlotte to open the door to say his piece.
 
"Thank you, honestly I think they should be out in a minute so let me..."

Charlie trailed off as she heard the knock on her door, the young woman letting out a quiet grunt, pushing herself up from her seated position at the counter, and looked towards Lefty, then towards her bedroom.

"Mari, get ready to call Officer Burke again.."

Peering out from the doorway was a new face, with jet black hair, and different adornments like bells, gloves, and a music note hair clip along their body, and piercing white eyes. They looked, nearly like Charlie, but more spindly and, almost marionette like. Scratch the almost though, as they floated out of the room as if they were a puppet on strings, grabbing Charlie's phone with a shaky nod, before retreating back into the bedroom they hid in often.

After, Charlie stepped up to the door, and decided to stay quiet, putting her eye up to the peephole to make sure it wasn't them. Cause if it was, then she wouldn't answer to be quite honest.
 
Last edited:
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom
Back