Demoncember writing prompt â Demon who fucking LOVES christmas, and is so annoying about it
“Oh no,” Vozdrammar says, surveying the state of the office, and makes as if to turn tail and pretend she never came in today.
“Fuck youuuuuu,” Pamnaxxa croons, grabbing hold of her elbow. “You’re not leaving me to deal with this shit by myself. Remember last year?”
Vozdrammar sweeps her gaze across what’s undoubtedly someone’s extracurricular all-nighter: everything has been plastered with Christmas decorations. Everything. It looks like a mall binge-ate a mountain of gold tinsel, then used Lust as a sickbag.
“Of course I fucking remember last year,” Vozdrammar says. “Why do you think I’m trying to escape?”
“Maybe,” Pamnaxxa says with a dismal lack of any genuine hope, “she learned something from last time and she didn’tâ”
Vozdrammar is already starting to hollowly laugh when Pamnaxxa’s cut off by someone violently kicking the door open.
“WHERE’S SKANDAXXU?”
“Oh yeah, she totally did it again,” Pamnaxxa mutters.
“You don’t know it was Skandaxxu!” Vozdrammar yells back. “Calm the fuck down, Ocherax!”
“Who the fuck else would break into my storage locker and put gift bows on all my straps?” Ocherax howls. “I told her last time! I told her if she did it this year I’ll shove baubles so far up her they’ll end up somewhere non-Euclidean! She’s gonna shit tinsel from places Man Was Not Meant To Ho-Ho-Ho!”
They look at her as she heaves for breath, winded with fury.
“Have you been workshopping that all year,” Pamnaxxa deadpans.
“You shut the fuck up!” Ocherax snarls, and storms across the room to kick her way out through the other door.
“Awwwww,” Pamnaxxa says, when they follow the trail of glitter far enough around the building to find Skandaxxu curled up fast asleep in a nest of tangled sticky tape and rumpled wrapping paper. “She adorable when she’s not doing anything, isn’t she?”
“Maybe we should wake her up before Ocherax finds her,” Vozdrammar says, making no move to.
“Oh, as if she hasn’t set the whole thing up deliberately,” Pamnaxxa says dryly.
