I suck at titles.. Merry late Christmas my beans!

I just got the idea for this chapter rn and I gotta write it before I forget.

Inspired by A Christmas Carol, since its one of my favorites.

Enjoy~!

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The holidays never were anything special, to him they were like any other day.

No matter how much his friends and roommates tried to get him into the Christmas spirit, it never worked.

Just today a few Christmas carollers had come to sing at his doorstep, only to be hit with harsh words and a final warning never to come back.

He didn't even bother to help his brothers with the decorations. He just sat in the recliner with a candy cane between his sharp teeth with a scowl on his face.

As more guests arrived for the dinner Cupid had made, Lock had hidden in his wings the whole time. Just irritated with the joy around the room.

He had locked himself away as always. He hid in his room once the dinner was over, he had barely ate anything again.

A knock on his door only made his eye twitch. "What the f*ck do you want!?"

"Jeeze don't you sound merry. Eros you have to eat something, Cupid is worried about you. There is no need to lock yourself in your room like a child." Chris huffs on the other side of the door.

"Why don't you go stuff a stocking you Santa shit head!?" Lockheart growls back, sinking deeper into his blankets.

There is a sigh. "Fine. Act like a child, but we are about to pass out the presents. With or without you."

The heavy footsteps of Chris' feet can be heard as he walks down the hall, leaving the angel to scoff.

"You're not my f*cking dad!" He hisses laying on his side, hoping to just sleep away this dumb holiday.

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The fallen angel huffs at the arms shaking him awake, he opens his eyes to glare at the figure.

"Go f-" He's cut off by the sharp gaze of the transparent skeleton staring down at him.

"Jasper!? What the f*ck do you want!? I told you not to break into my damn room!" He sits up with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

The ghost shakes his head. "I am not Jasper, I am the ghost of Christmas past. Come with me, for I have something to show you."

"Let go of me you shit-!"

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"Where the f*ck are we?"

'Jasper' shakes his head at the language, and points to the window of the small house. "Tell me, do you recognize this place?"

The horned angel rolls his eyes and steps up to the window to look inside, only for his eyes to widen.

Inside of the living room was a tall decorated tree with a fireplace roaring. By the tree was ...himself?

A very younger version of himself, back when he was first created. He didn't even have his wings yet, yet he sat with his creator and her other creations.

Gifts were being passed back and forth, his self eating home made gingerbread with a soft smile on his face and a hideous festive sweater.

"This is.. Our first Christmas together.. Once creator had finished us all.. God what the hell was I wearing?" He turns to the ghost.

"See? You used to be into the Christmas spirit. But.. Something had happened did it not?" The ghost snaps his fingers.

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"Now, do you remember this place?" 'Jasper' asks, his smile falling into a thin line as he looked into the window.

Lockheart feels his chest tighten once he looks into the window. "Yeah.. This was supposed to be my first Christmas with Scarlet.. and.."

He feels tears start to form in his sockets. "And.. Velvet... She was too young to understand. She had no idea why mommy didn't come home. She was too busy f*cking her boss to spend the holidays with her daughter and her fiancée!" His feathers fluff in his anger.

The ghost nods. "Yes.. This is why you hate the holidays isn't it? But you spent quality time with your daughter did you not?"

Lockheart sighs. "I guess so.. Why does it matter? Isn't it a family holiday?"

'Jasper' puts a hand on his shoulder. "Its a holiday you spend with those who love and care for you. You were there for her when her mother wouldn't be."

His ruby eyes look back into the window at the small baby bones on his past selves lap who he was currently reading too.

A soft smile rises on his face.

The ghost snaps his fingers once more.

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Lockheart was back.. In his room? Was that all a dream? A vision? He drink anything tonight.. What exactly was that?

His room was warm with a soft yellow light, another transparent skeleton floated in front of him with a small smile on their face.

"Cupid? What the hell? How the f*ck are you see through!?" Lock asks waving a hand through him.

'Cupid' puffs out his cheeks. "I am the ghost of Christmas present. Come." He has his red gloved hand put for him to take.

"Fine.. Not like I have much of a choice.." He rolls his eyes and takes the angel's hand.

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"Why are we in the living room?"

"Shh." 'Cupid' shushes him, and nudges him forward.

The group of skeletons all sat in a circle, passing gifts back and forth, laughing and sharing stories.

"Its too bad Lockheart couldn't join us." Amour mutters, sitting in his mothers lap while she passes the gifts out.

The gorgon huffs. "Who cares? That stick in the mud never celebrates anything with us! Not even his birthday!"

The vampire nods his head. "Yeah, vwhat has he ever done for us? All he vwould do is complain constantly."

The angel in pink sighs. "You guys know how hard the holidays are for him."

"Yeah, but get over it!" Coby hisses.

Cupid had a frown that really didn't suit him, Lockheart felt his soul crack at the sight of it.

He wiped his hands on his apron and stepped back into the kitchen. He shuts the door behind him and slides down to the floor, pink tears falling down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry.. I really thought she was the perfect match for you.. Maybe if I hadn't.." He chokes back on his tears.

Lock tries to reach out for the weeping angel, only for his hand to go through him. The ghost rests a hand on his shoulder.

"See what happens when you close out the ones you love?" 'Cupid' snaps his fingers.

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It became cold and dark, soil under his bare feet was cold with fallen snow, and fog surrounded him.

The fallen angel felt a chill go down his spine as he looked around the freezing void.

He felt his soul shiver with fear as his eyes locked with the merciless gold and violet pupils. A sickening smirk on their face.

A sharp scythe in their hands with a black torn cloak swishing in the wind behind them as they floated off the ground.

"N-no! Not yet!" Lock stutters, backing away in fear as the reaper came closer.

Their right arm pointed to the large dead oak tree in the distance, there was a grave next to it with two figures staring down at it.

It seemed to be.. Cupid but.. Much older. More..mature? He wore a black suit with his arm around the shoulders of petite figure next to him.

The second figure took off her hood, her scarlet hair long and wind blown, she had two horns parting her bangs.

"Velvet." Lock mutters, in shock seeing his baby girl so much older. She had too be at least in her twenty's now.

Cupid sighs and hugs her closer as she cries into his chest.

"Where.. Where is everyone else?" Lock asks the reaper next to him. The reaper chuckles and shakes his head.

"They say you'll know who your real friends are at your funeral.. See what happens when you close everyone out. No one will remember you.." The reaper replies, their eyes flickering.

They finally took off their hood, revealing the vinery swirls on his face. Large fluffy cat ears folded back as his smirk widens.

"Atlas.."

"Change your ways.. Or else..au revoir~!" Atlas raised his scythe and slashed it across the fallen angel's chest.

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"Aw f*ck!" There is a thud when the horned angel falls onto the floor next to his bed.

He rubs the side of his skull, and turns his head to see a Christmas card upon his nightstand.

He lifts a brow and opens it.

I know you hate the holidays, but.. There's something I got you.. Its downstairs waiting for you. Please join us when you feel like you're ready.

-Cupid. 

The fallen angel feels his soul tighten after reading the card, he quickly tosses on a sweater and runs out his door.

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His eyes widen seeing the short skeleton girl giggling with her uncles, her heart half tail swished playfully. Her red ecto-hair was pulled back in pigtails.

She turns her head and her matching ruby eyes sparkle upon seeing him. She quickly hops off the couch and runs over to him.

He pulls her small form into his arms, his wings wrapping around her as tears fell down his cheeks as he held her tight.

"Merry Christmas daddy!" Velvet giggles her small arms around his neck tightly, her heart freckles making him smile for the first time in years.

He was covered in hugs from his brothers, Amour's a little tighter, Romeo's a little loose and Cupid's being the most loving.

Lock wrapped his wings around each of them.

End..! I hope you enjoyed ~! Yes Lockheart has a daughter.