[Christmas  Fiction] “

I killed Santa Claus.” If I hadn't taken too many drugs that night....

If that night I had chosen to vomit on the toilet in my friend's bathroom instead of going out for a walk...

And if I don't take a brick and hit that old bastard....

All of this wouldn't have happened....

I can come up with another hundred and eight thousand conditions to prevent this from happening...

But it happened, you know.

It was the only crime I truly regret.

What was done....

The reason is nothing complicated. It's like any other crime.

Hundreds of thousands of cases occur every night in the metropolis.

You should have known that you shouldn't have given us a chance. Oh.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jeff, a young man of 22 years old.

Can read and write to the level of middle school level knowledge.

The skimpy form will help. There's a place to sleep in the Bronx.

It's the damn slum area of ​​New York. Sorry for the swearing.

If anyone was in the same situation as me, there would probably be some commotion.

But I try to promise myself that I won't use these words too often, just in case.

"Those people above" will see some of my goodness.

okay

I'll cut to the story before you get upset and crumple it up and throw it in the trash.

Trust me, you should read it to the end.

No matter how badly I describe it.

Think of it as advice from a senior.

It happened on Christmas Eve, yes.

While most people drink alcohol. Enjoy the plump turkey.

Gathering with family, me and friends

Peeya celebrates the birthday of Jesus. We were having so much fun.

I still remember those of us who still had some sense left.

We had to help hold back Danny when he said that

It is an angel incarnated. Then he pretended to dart his javelin through the 11th floor window.

Go down...

I'm off topic again, that's it.

When Michael, the owner of the room, passed out in a pile of his own vomit.

I decided that I would go outside for a walk and feel the cold breeze.

"Sober", I understand.

I walked past a nervous couple. Santa Claus who shouts “Ho

Ho Ho Merry Christmas” over and over.

It's like a broken robot until it arrives in a shabby Central Park.

Until now, I still don't understand why my legs brought me here.

This thing called "destiny" might be like this...

It's right there. That I met "him"

Damn it.

That guy is the most shabby Santa Claus I've ever seen in my whole fucking life.

More than 20 years ago

The lights everywhere were bright enough for me to see his figure clearly.

You are probably familiar with the image of Santa Claus. A fat old man with a pot belly, red cheeks, and white beard.

But this man's appearance was nowhere near as good as this.

That guy was so skinny that he looked tall.

It didn't suit the baggy Santa suit he was wearing at all.

I glanced at his face and was startled.

for it looked so old and wrinkled that I dared not judge its age.

Normal in New York

Rarely do we see old people like this come out to wander around unless they are unlucky and have to face orders. The court ordered me to do social service work at a nursing home.

The old man was sitting alone on the bench, dozing off.

Beside him was a large white linen bag.

You could probably guess that this guy must have been kicked out of a department store somewhere.

Charged with destroying the dreams of young children Definitely about their Santa Claus.

Sometimes I beat up helpless old people for pleasure and a little bit of money.

A little, but with this guy, I don't even want to waste a second.

I still don't want old people's blood staining my recently "Rebox" shoes.

The "slap" came from the most recent victim.

I'm about to walk past him.

When that guy jumped up from his chair, damn it.

If you see the pose when this guy pops up,

You'd think he was a 7-year-old kid who was full of energy.

It wasn't an old man who was about to die like this.

The doctor leapt forward and reached me.

His two hands gripped my shoulders tightly. His mouth was speechless.

I can only understand “Young man..Young man…” Something like that.

He has a strange accent that is unfamiliar to my ears.

I tried to slap his hand away. But damn it.

His hands gripped my shoulders tightly like iron pliers until my shoulder ached.

At that time, I didn't know that old people It has this much power.

“Let me go, old man,” I growled.

He swatted his hand away with such force that he fell down and hit his butt on the ground.

"Don't mess with me," I whispered before turning around.

I intend to go back and take drugs again. This time the "stuff" is really good.

Really Merry Christmas, dammit.

But before I could move on. My leg was seized by something.

It's that old man. Glan crawled and clung to my leg like a gecko.

A red Santa Claus outfit that was worn out and stained with disgusting stains.

Your mouth is still speaking. "Young man..Young man..." He didn't stop.

He looked at me with eyes that were not unlike the eyes of an ugly dog ​​in a municipal cage looking at a kind-hearted person who came looking for a dog to raise...

The pleading eyes of a person who had lost all hope.

Other people may feel pity... I'll be lucky and unlucky.

After all, it's Christmas. Jesus' birthday day of forgiveness

Love and eating turkeys What the heck are people talking about?

but...

I really hate being looked at with eyes like this....

As soon as the fire of anger flared up

I had a sharp headache, as I often have. When I was still in school

I once beat up a thief who stole marijuana from me until blood flooded the bathroom.

And the school psychologist who had me analyzed said I had trouble controlling my emotions.

Because nerves and hormones are something

It's good, but let's talk about it. I just know that if I'm angry

The entire surrounding world will perish. And when I felt it again

The person who was the cause of my anger would go down to the ground.

It's the same this time.

The effects of the medicine made my anger explode more easily and more violently than before.

I would like to claim it like that.... But I thought about it later. At that time

Something inside me Crying and already knowing “this”

must happen It's not a coincidence... It's a "must"

It's already happened.

I bent down and pulled up the collar of his shirt.

Then he delivered his right punch and slammed it right into the left cheek.

The thin body of the fake Santa Claus flew and crashed into a bench, causing him to fall over.

If I'm not mistaken, I think I even heard the sound of a jaw bone cracking.

Seriously, this motherfucker is looking for trouble on her own.

If it's a normal old person

If you encounter just this, you'll probably break your neck and die on the spot.

But this old man was more durable than expected. You also let out a high-pitched moan.

Low “Young man..young man…” refused to stop.

I have to admit that after venting one punch

My anger has subsided a lot.

But seeing the condition of the old man who lay down in the dust like that and still refused to die, I couldn't help but feel amusement.

You make me think of my childhood.

Who once caught a kitten and put it in a box and then buried it alive?

Did you know that you had to wait over three hours?

Than the sound of nails scratching a cardboard box. and the sound of meowing

It's going to be quiet.

I snatched up a handy-sized brick block from nearby.

Stepping over to stand, Jungka supported the head of a blood-soaked body that was still moaning from time to time.

Looking clearly under the light like this

A face that was dry and wrinkled was now covered in blood.

Your saliva looks so ugly that I want to spit it out.

“Oi, old man,” I shouted loudly, making it clear.

I'm sure it penetrated the old man's ears and eyes. “Be patient with your hands and feet.

How about trying some brick blocks?"

You don't have to wait to hear from him whether you agree to try it or not.

I lifted up the brick in my hand. Then he struck the middle of his bald head.

Then I felt it again.

I'm back in the mouse hole of my apartment.

Along with a white hemp bag There's a pile next to him too.

I don't even remember taking it in my hand.

I guess it's my nature to be quick-handed and like to steal things.

A "souvenir"?

Surprisingly, the large bag seemed to make a gurgling sound even when I didn't touch it.

Even though there's probably only trash inside.

I couldn't help but reach inside and look inside. in order to find a lot of good fortune

What came out was a large gift box wrapped in brightly colored paper decorated with a beautiful bow and ribbon.

It's so big I wonder how the hell they even fit it in the bag, but it's good.

I didn't think this old man had a nice "surprise" in store for him.

The things inside will be whatever they are, good or bad.

Probably enough to sell it at the market and get 4-5 baht.

The coin was enough to cure the problem for a while.

I greedily started tearing off the paper and ribbon that wrapped it.

Well, what's important is the inside, isn't it?

but...

Before his hand even touched the ribbon.

That damn box made a rumbling sound from within.

Until I suddenly stopped to stare at it in amazement.

It gradually made a louder and louder sound.

In addition, he also shows signs of leaning left and right.

It hit the ground with a loud thud until it finally fell face down on the ground.

already....

That thing came out...

You won't believe it, dammit.

I couldn't believe my eyes either.

Bet a hundred bucks that you'll never be right.

What is this thing that appeared? Do you want to try to guess?

Cute little puppy or kitten....?

Jack-in-the-Box in a strange way... ?

A sex toy that some pervert ordered for his partner.... ?

Modern computers in the form of people who can do anything by themselves...?

You're all wrong. Well, the one that appeared was...

Electric saw!

Yep, a saw like the crazy Jason from Friday the 13th.

It is considered a unique identity.

It's wrong, but this small thing could be shrunk down about 20 times.

It burst through the gift box with an ear-piercing roar.

While I was staring at it in awe

Its owner appeared after a few seconds.

This time, you probably guessed easily. What is it?

Well, you guys see it often.

Both in movies and commercials during this season....

Well, Santa's little helper... Elf ! How about it?

Unfortunately, this one is not at all as cute and adorable as in the advertising picture.

Even though the height is less than 30

cm, but its shape was deformed and ugly.

His small eyes flashed with a mischievous glint and his eyelids were thick.

His knobby nose stuck out, covering most of his slouched face.

But there were also small, pointed black teeth that were probably called fangs protruding from what was probably the mouth.

Moreover, none of his four limbs were evenly matched.

causing it to walk around miserably

It looked back and forth for a moment before it noticed me standing there with its mouth open.

The monster stared at me for a moment and then let out a chuckle.

Loud, sharp and piercing the eardrums

“New Master! We have a new master! Still very young.

It's really not bad luck at all.”

It wasn't until I realized what the hell this was all about.

The tiny demon shouted loudly.

“Come on, come out! Come out!

Come out and welcome the new master!”

Its screeching sound had not yet ended.

One tiny demon after another burst out of that gift box from hell.

Each one even has the same shape. But they all carried weapons.

Their ugliness was not inferior to the first one at all.

I screamed until I lost consciousness in fear as they continued to jump out one after another.

Until it seemed like it would never run out.

My survival instinct told me to run and get out of this hell.

I immediately turned around.

But it seems like I'm still slower than them.

The boss slashed me in the ankle with a tiny but sharp electric saw.

Fresh, bright red blood immediately spurted out from the wound.

It must have hit a major artery.

I tumbled forward, helpless.

Other little demons

They crawled up onto my body like cockroaches swarming together to nibble on delicious food.

I remember howling and screaming.

As he swept them away, they bounced in two different directions.

But it's useless. They gathered together again without giving up.

God's little devil....

Then my consciousness faded.

Come feel it again.

I found myself firmly pinned to the floor by a thin rope.

But it's as tough as nylon.

The part of the body that is enough to move a stick is just above the neck.

I tilted my head and looked around.

What I saw were little demons spread out in the room that used to be my room.

Some groups were taking out the contents of the refrigerator and gnawing happily.

I mentally prayed that the guy who was munching on salami that had expired two months ago would suddenly stop eating it.

Oh my gosh, that moment.

The boss who was standing on top of the gift box turned around and saw me.

It made a loud sound of laughter. Sharp eardrum again before making a long cast

“Master, Master! If you are willing to sit and listen to us carefully.

We wouldn't have to do this to you. We are sincerely pleased.

to serve the new master

The old master was in a state no different from rags, very pleased.

Congratulations, new master after 50 years!”

I stared at it. The initial shock wore off.

Why struggle when you know it's useless? I made up my mind to order it back.

I may be uneducated, but I'm not stupid.

“If I really am your master.

You must believe what I command. I order you guys to release me now!”

The demon gave a mocking laugh before answering.

“No, Master, if you do that you will run away again, right?

Is that right? Besides, Lord Tonakai hasn't arrived yet.

Not long, sir. It won't be long. Please wait a little longer.”

“Who are you guys?! What is the master you say?!”

I bombarded him with questions, annoyed that his orders weren't being followed.

The ghost made a gesture of slapping his own head. Then let out a high-pitched, pretentious laugh.

“True, true.

Snowball completely forgot that he hadn't introduced himself to Master yet.

What a disgrace. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!”

I gritted my teeth.

At least now I know that this guy's name is Snowball.

The name doesn't make sense at all. Don't let me slip away.

I'll stomp you to bits.

Of course, this matter could only be thought about in one's heart.

I still have to listen to their high-pitched chatter without stopping.

“Let me answer your question. new master

We are Master Santa's assistants.

Our old master was

The old man you hit on the head with a brick just now?

Don't tell me you forgot.”

I was stunned by its description.

This is saying that Santa Claus is real.

And I just killed Santa Claus?!

This reality is worse than Santa Claus not existing.

And that's important.

If people all over the world knew that these idiots represented Christmas, how shocked their faces would be?

I suddenly became suspicious.

“Are you saying that the old man from just a short time ago was the real Santa Claus?!”

I asked again, still feeling half-belief and half-doubt in my heart.

The demon lord bowed his body humbly. before continuing

“Absolutely certain.

The old master had performed his duties with honesty and diligence for a long time.

50 years, please. Really sorry for your tragic death.”

He screamed and pretended to take out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

But in the next second, it tore the little piece of cloth into pieces.

It flew around the room as another ear-piercing laugh sounded.

“But we have a new master!

The poor old master had been toiling at this job for too long.

It's out of condition! It's out of condition! It's gone!”

The demon let out a loud scream over and over. Other ghosts

also shouted loudly with it

The situation in the room looked no different from that of a devil's celebration, but then.

Before the old apartment collapsed with their loud cries,

Snowball waved his hand to silence the other little demons.

before continuing with a solemn expression.

“Therefore, we need to choose a new master.

Which is you. new master

Santa Claus, who makes children's dreams come true

It is true all over the world on the holy day of Christmas !”

It stopped talking and bowed humbly towards me. The other animals

Do the same.

If I weren't in a situation where I had my arms spread wide open on the ground.

You might feel better about it.

“When we whispered to the old master that you were the new master.

You are really very happy.

I've never seen you act so happy before.

I feel sorry for the old Master. You have really been tired for a long time.

The duty of laboring and controlling the gift factory every day...every day...

Having to listen to children's repeated and tiresome selfish requests...

Had to force a postponement amidst the coldness all over the world....

Sneaking into other people's houses, acting as stealthy as a thief.

Everything mentioned above is done without holidays. Didn't get a salary

And there's no time to rest. Santa Claus can't have his own needs.

The new master…”

I was stunned... This means because I killed an old bastard who was about to die.

Am I going to be thrown into a hell factory? This is clearly crazy. It's not true.

It's a lie, it's a lie! Confused thoughts swirled in my head.

But before I could cry any protest

The hell elves' voices suddenly rang out.

“Lord Tonakai has arrived! Lord Tonakai has arrived!

Lord Tonakai has arrived!”

I tilted my head towards the window.

What appeared before the eyes was a sight that was hard to believe.

But at that point I was ready to believe anything.

The sight of a silver sled hurtling silently through the air almost made me cry out.

But the sled passed through the window as if there was nothing blocking it.

It smoothly came to rest in my rat-hole apartment.

When you look at it, its size is probably larger than the size of the room. But let it be.

What gave me goosebumps was the monster driving the sled.

His expression was that of a large, muscular man.

But his entire body was covered with deer's fur and patterns.

As for the face, I couldn't tell what it looked like.

Because that demon was wearing a leather mask that covered him completely.

Revealing only ferocious glowing yellow eyes and sharp fangs.

There were sharp horns like deer's antlers sprouting above the head.

But instead of being pure white, it was a scarlet color, not unlike a hot iron club.

The elves respectfully bowed to him in unison.

There was no sign of the laughter from just a moment ago.

Snowball shrieked and greeted the sleigh-demon with reverence.

“Lord Tonakai, this is the new Master.

Please come check it out.”

Demon Lord Tonakai nodded. Before asking a short question

“Have you told him your duties yet?”

“Yes, I have already told you everything.

But I don't know how much the new master will understand.”

The little elf gave a bright report.

The demon named Tona snorted and looked at the helpless body lying spread out. On my floor for a moment, he bent down and snatched my arm up.

The once tough nylon rope now looked as fragile as a spider's web.

Damn it! The body is really big. His strength was enormous.

It squeezed my neck and hung comfortably above the ground.

His hands were as hard as steel pliers, as hot as iron on fire. I want to scream..

But only a crackling sound came out of his throat.

Its pale yellow eyes stared at me fiercely.

before giving orders

“Listen carefully, I will only say this once. From now on you are Santa Claus.

It goes on and on. Until someone comes to take your place.

The same way you replaced Santa Claus.

Tomorrow is Christmas Day. We have enormous work to do. Start now!”

After saying that, he threw me until I stumbled. Go clash with the silver sled.

I looked down at it, puzzled. Well, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

Driving a silver sled soaring through the air

Even though there was a nervous elf and a fierce Tonakai deer as the guards.

Only now do I realize that the clothes I wear have become Santa Claus's clothes.

Red and white, fluffy. I guess he got changed while he was unconscious. Come on.

Anyway, let's play along with the water first.

Then take the opportunity to escape from these nervous people again.

I climbed up and sat on the sled. But it was pulled down with enormous force.

Before the same pair of iron hands wrapped something around my neck.