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Eddsworld fanfiction.

For christmas.

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The season started out as always, bear traps on the roof and Edd coming home with groceries. The snow is crisp and the atmosphere a serine quiet. It's like this every year. Inside the home, Matt would decorate the house with ornaments and pictures of himself. Smile wide and goofy.

Edd smiled back and headed into the kitchen to put a way what he bought, that being a pack of cola and veggies. A turkey in the oven and a plate of cookies cooling on the counter-

"Oh for fudge sakes!"

"Edd!"

"I'm sorry, but someone took a bite out of the cookies I made for Santa!"

"What!? Who could have done this?"

"I don't know...."

Edd sighed and rubbed the back of his head. Then a thought occurred to him, but that....would he really? He know that even if he did hate Christmas....surely he wouldn't? He knows how important season is for them so...

Unsure, Edd slowly makes his way to the person's room...the one person in the whole block that hates Christmas....He knocks once, twice, three times and nothing. He tries again, on answer. He tries the door knob and it's unlocked. Sticking his head in, scanning the room before completely opening the door and stepping in.

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"Nothing...."

No one was in the room and he slouched, then he went up to the roof to see if he was there, nothing. He wasn't home.

Now he just felt awful for accusing his good friend when he wasn't even there to defend himself. Even if he did hate the season, he would never do that to them, knowing how much they love it. Just as he was about to get off the roof and enter the house, he notices a letter near the chimney. He approaches it and slides it into his coat.

Once inside the house, he takes the letter out and reads it in the living room.

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'Dear Santa,

I hate you, you know that. I'm not a good person and I never will be, but I must ask....why the heck do you keep giving me what I want when I have done nothing to deserve it? I drink and cuss and act cruelly and crudely, so why? I insult you constantly and make fun of everyone. I never say anything nice to Matt and I never tell Edd thanks for putting up with me and....I...hate....'

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Edd went quiet as he read the rest, Matt looking over he shoulder as he got curious.

They frowned, their friends words making them a little worried and oddly happy. Only because they can genuinely see how he cares about them. Matt brighten up and skipped up the stairs to make more presents for his friend. All being something with his face on it. Edd made a small smile but couldn't help worrying about the undertone of the letter. All vague threats to his own well being while praising his friends.

Knowing he can't keep the letter, he placed it back next to the chimney on the roof. He sighed and decided to drop it until he comes home, all the while making another batch of cookies for Santa.

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Tom, a name of this blue mess of light blonde hair and black, void eyes. He was running in the cold snow to a building just a head of him. He long lost all feeling in his legs and hands, but he paid no mind to it. All he wanted to do was get into the large, warm building.

He had a large coat that he took off like a madman. Only keeping his thin layers and holding his coat like a bundle. The building...turns out to be a hospital. The bundle had something in it...?

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It's seven in the evening and Edd worries grew to new heights, His friend never came back.

"Don't worry Edd! Tom always comes home late, mostly because he's drinking but still!", Matt tried to reassure him.

"Yeah...yeah, right...."

To distract himself, he started watching Christmas movies with the volume high. Matt fiddled with the tinsel on the tree.

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It was three in the morning, when the door slammed open. Jolting Edd and Matt a wake. Blurry and sluggish, they walk down stairs.

"Tom...? What...."

The man walked past him and slammed to door on the way into his room.

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Tom came out later with a dull expression. A faint smell of whisky and a bottle in his hand, swaying and hiccuping.

"Morn'n..."

"But it's only been a few hours...", piped Matt.

"What'ver....hic."

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The End.