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TRIGGER WARNING
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Ho Ho Homicide
By: Bookwyrm
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Santa, a figure admired the world over, a symbol of hope, of joy… and a bloodthirsty killer.

He wasn’t always this way, in fact it was a rather recent development. It only started a few years after the end of WWII, Santa was flying around on Christmas Eve, delivering gifts, and he reached a cabin in the woods. He went in, and delivered a present to the huntsman inside, a brand new gun. But what Santa didn’t know is that the elves, after testing out the present, had left the gun loaded, and the safety off, and as he placed it down, the wrapping paper tightened up in just the right way so the trigger was pulled, and it fired. And though accidents like that had happened before, this Christmas Eve was different, this time the inhabitant of the house had fallen asleep on the couch, which Santa soon discovered as he was covered in a splatter of blood from the hunter’s deceased body. The bullet had gone right through his eye. Over the next year, Santa became very, very stressful, horrified at what he had done, until one day, as mrs. Claude tried to comfort him, he snapped. All his rage, his frustration, spilled over as he grabbed a decorative metal candy cane and pierced the heart of his wife. Now a normal Person would have been shocked, horrified at their actions, but Santa was not a normal person, Santa laughed, he savored the sensation of blood on his skin, as he allowed himself to accept what he hadn’t the first time he killed: he enjoyed it. For more than a thousand years, Santa had delivered his presents across the world, and after the first few hundred he no longer enjoyed it, it had become a chore, he had become a robot. He lost track of the year long ago, and he had nothing he enjoyed, nothing to live for, until now. Now Santa had found something new, something different, something he hadn’t yet experienced over his entire lifespan, and he loved it. Santa couldn’t just go around killing people for fun though, he wanted to at least pretend he was still partially moral. So he hired himself out as an assassin. He only killed on the night of Christmas Eve, but despite that, he quickly grew a reputation for his efficiency, and the twisted brutality of his kills. The “Christmas Eve killer” had never been caught, and with the advanced technology developed by his “elves” (clones designed with high intelligence and almost no free will), Santa could get anywhere, and get to anyone. Many even believe that the “Christmas killer” is a group of assassins, given that he can carry out any assassination across the globe in one night, and the wide variety of the ways that the target is found dead, each year they become more and more twisted, more horrifying. Santa now loves his job, not the boring one he’s stuck with of course, the fun one, the one reason he spends every year looking towards to Christmas Eve, not so he can deliver presents, but so he can deliver a gruesome death.

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So this is my second story and feedback would be appreciated bc I really want to improve my writing skills