Christmas With The Septiceyes: Chapter 1
Chase was leaning against the kitchen wall, smiling to himself. The smell of baking cookies filled the air and the laughter of his kids could be heard from outside. Chase adored Christmas, everything about made him happy. The food, the family, Christmas simply had a way of bringing everyone together.
Chase had volunteered to host a Christmas Eve party for his family and the other egos, and so far, it was going quite well. Jackaboy man was “expertly” dodging his kids snowballs outside while Marvin sat by the fire, practicing card tricks for later that night. The doctor hadn’t shown up yet. Chase chuckled. The doctor always had a knack for being fashionably late.
He was startled out of his daydream by a knock on the door.
‘Probably doc,’ Chase thought to himself.
He strolled over to open the door, and opened it. His smile dropped quickly when he saw that it wasn’t the doctor.
Chase saw a little bit of color come into the demons face, probably from embarrassment.
“I, uh,” Chase muttered, “I didn’t think you would actually…”
Chase nodded. Anti sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, figured there’s no point stayin’ home by myself and…”
Chase smiled sympathetically.
“It’s alright dude,” he replied, “Come inside though, you’re still wearing a tee shirt while it’s snowing.”
Anti gave a small, forced smile and stepped inside.
A woman’s voice called from the opposite room. Chase jumped slightly and whipped around.
“Cookies are done, goofball,” Stacy replied, “They’re gonna burn.”
Chase apologized and rushed to the kitchen. Anti followed slowly. He had never been to Chase’s house before, so he had to follow him.
Anti arrived in the kitchen a few moments after Chase to see him and Stacy talking. When Stacy noticed him, she looked questioningly at Chase. Before he could say anything, she pulled him into the hallway.
“What are you, nuts?!” Stacy whisper yelled at Chase, “You let him come?!”
“What was I supposed to do, turn him down?” Chase answered, “He was by himself in the goddamn void, Stace.”
“Fine. Fine. But if he lays a hand on the kids, he’s out!”
Chase nodded in agreement as they walked quickly back to the kitchen. Stacy walked out of the kitchen into the living room, hugging the side of the doorway opposite of Anti. Anti turned around to look at her walking away as Chase strolled next to him.
“I’m gonna be a problem, ain’t I?”