#send requ

first fic I'm writing! ^^

I accept requests btw (I'll do literally anything with any character from creepypasta or any anime as long as I know it, I know a lot)

On Christmas Eve, the creepypastas were gathered for what was destined to be a night to remember. The living room of the slendermansion was cozy, adorned with blinking fairy lights and an impressively crooked Christmas tree that they had decorated together.

Eyeless Jack sat cross-legged on the floor, his mask surprisingly discarded, as he carefully rolled out cookie dough on a tray in between his crossed legs. The normally unsettling man looked strangely.. domestic? In a festive red apron that read “Kiss the Cook,” that Sally begged him to wear. His eyes, or rather where they used to be, seemed to glimmer with delight as he added chocolate chips to the mix.

"Toby! No, don’t eat the dough! We’re baking?!" Ben drowned exclaimed, catching the messy haired brunette in the act—he was already licking the mixing bowl clean, a smudge of flour dusting his cheeks."Cuh-come on, m-man, it's just a luh-little taste!" Toby laughed, his head jerking to the side from his tics.

All the pastas shared a matching pajama set; the classic red-black patterned plaid type (they were on sale at Walmart)

Meanwhile, Masky and Hoodie were huddled next to eachother, eyeing the ingredient recipe on Masky's cracked phone while trying to decide who would make the biggest brownie. Their banter was light-hearted, filled with playful jabs about each other’s small mess-ups or mistakes like adding too many eggs or too much milk. "Aaand there goes the rest of the brown sugar" Masky declared dramatically as he slid away from the table with a nearly empty brown sugar bag in hand. Hoodie rolled his eyes, smirking before getting back to baking.

In the corner of the living room, Sally was constructing an elaborate gingerbread house, her small fingers working delicately as she arranged candy decorations with frosting. "This is going to be the best gingerbread house ever!" she chirped excitedly, oblivious to the chaos around her. The others paused every once in a while to admire her work before getting back to their shenanigans.

Smile Dog trotted to her, his wide grin radiating joy as he offered Sally a bag gummy bears hanging from his mouth as a form of decoration, His tail wagging with excitement.

Every now and then, Ben would chime in with witty remarks from his spot at the dining table, where he occasionally glanced at the pile of Christmas presents they had set aside. "If you guys keep making these dry assed cookies, I may have to drown em in a pool of butter," he joked, causing bursts of laughter to echo around the room, boosting his ego like crazy.

And then there was Slenderman, quietly overseeing the chaos. He leaned against the wall, arms limp, his usual stance, a perfectly untroubled presence amidst the frenzy. At times, he would offer a long, thin finger to point out some misplaced decorations or to guide someone back to the task at hand. For once, looking after his so-called "family" made him.. happy. Though he rarely spoke, the others always felt his approval in the way the room buzzed with energy.

X-Virus/Cody eventually attempted to play a prank by sneaking in green food dye in the cookie icing. However, before he could unleash his mischief, Masky and Hoodie caught him mid-act, and a chorus of playful protests erupted. Toby slings an arm over his shoulder sending him into a fit of laughter instead.

As the cookie trays began to fill, someone finally produced a set of somewhat put together frosted Santa hat cookies. Jane gets home from a small store run with a paper bag in her arms, moving over baking trays and ingredients before placing it on the cluttered counter. Toby cheered while balancing a cookie on his head trying everything in his power to get Hoodie's attention for it, but he was too dedicated to putting the brownies in the oven. Nina pulls out her bright pink leopard-print Polaroid with MLP and invader zim stickers and shouts "FAMILY PHOTO!!", soon after everyone scrambled into position in front of the Christmas tree. With silly poses and exaggerated expressions, the room buzzed with a sense of joy before takes a photo throwing a peace sign up in front of her face in the camera.

The night wore on, filled with laughter, the sweet scent of cookies and brownies, and the creeps shared stories that everyone would burst into laughter and giggles at. They indulged in treats, played games, and told ghost tales that transformed from scary to utterly hilarious as they poked fun at their own pasts. Finally, they all layed blankets on the floor from their rooms, curled up on them, some creeps on the couch and some on the floor. The remnants of their cookies and brownies scattered around like a delicious battlefield as they continued to snack on them. The glimmer of the Christmas lights twinkled above, and as they watched 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer', some creeps would make smug remarks on the characters and plot, sending everyone into cackles or giggles.

And soon it became clear that this Christmas Eve, amidst the usual behaviour and creepiness, they had forged something special—a family. In the dim glow, Slenderman cast a watchful gaze over them all, a spectral guardian in this blend of shadows and laughter. For a night, they were just friends celebrating Christmas, entwined in moments of warmth and joy that warmed their otherwise chilling existence. Right then, they weren’t just creepypastas; they were a whole, united in silliness and the spirit of the season.