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Assistant: Title: To Understand the Soul
        Author: Unreal144 Unreal144 
        Chapter: 15/19 
        Summary: Y/N, known as "Angel," is an experiment from the Bigger Bodies Initiative—traumatized and anxious, forced to wander the facility in search of food and safety. One day, as you crawl through the dark ventilation shafts, you hear the faint sound of crying. Entering what seems to be a prison, you discover a group of prisoners in desperate need of help.(Y/N's abilities are based on Mahito from Jujutsu Kaisen, he knows how to use them, and so does)The Smiling Critters are mostly female, and this becomes part of the story later.The Smiling Critters (From the peaceful Universe) end up at Playtime Co, must Survive and make Friends so they have a chance at getting back to their old life.
        Contents: Chapter 15: 🐾 Christmas Special: Critter Christmas 🎄
    

    

        
          
          
            It's Christmas, and finding a suitable gift for DogDay isn't your only concern - there's also a meal at her place coming up.A sweet, warm Christmas special that departs from the dark, brutal events of the canon story.
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    "And you're sure...that this is the right gift for her?" The words echo in your head, over and over again. They scratch at your insecurity, gnaw at your already fragile self-confidence. But what should you do? The answer was anything but simple. You're new here, in Critter Valley, surrounded by your friends and ... more. You had actually intended to settle in first - to fill the new house with life. Maybe a few decorations, pictures or even a cozy corner to banish the silence and loneliness you fear so much. But now that Christmas is just around the corner, everything has changed. Your gaze falls on the carefully wrapped gift in front of you. It is simple, just a small red envelope with a golden bow around it. Your heart beats faster as you pick it up. It's not much, almost ridiculous compared to the expensive things that others might give. But it is personal. It's from you. "Yes ... she'll like it." CatNap's voice is calm, almost quiet, and yet it fills the room. She stands directly behind you, or rather above you, as her tall, purple figure casts a shadow over you. She seems as if she is part of the darkness you have felt so often - and yet her presence brings a strange kind of comfort. You look up at her, and for a moment your eyes meet. They shine in a piercing obsidian tone, but instead of the coldness that she often radiates with others, you recognize an unexpected warmth in them. CatNap was a mystery. The most mysterious of all critters. She rarely appeared, and when she did, it was almost always in the vicinity of DogDay. Her silence and reserve seemed to separate her from the rest of the group, but it was different with you. Something had connected you even before you had really spoken to each other. Maybe it was because you were similar. You were also quiet, withdrawn, almost invisible - a consequence of your previous life. And although you thought you were part of the Critters by now, deep down you felt that you weren't like them. They are animals, or at least something similar, while you ... Your gaze wanders briefly to your hands. Thin, small and almost bony. Your scars stand out against the pale skin, a lasting testimony to your past. You are small, much smaller than you should be, another sign of your former life - a life that had taken more from you than it could ever have given. "Why so quiet?" CatNap's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "I..." You hesitate and turn your gaze to the gift, which is now neatly wrapped in front of you. "I just wanted to make sure it was ... enough." CatNap tilts her head slightly, her eyes watching you with a mixture of interest and something that almost looks like understanding. "DogDay doesn't need big presents. She needs people who really see her. You see her. That's enough." The words hit you harder than you expected. You feel your throat tighten slightly, and for a moment you are glad that CatNap never talks too much. "Thank you," you finally whisper. CatNap shrugs slightly and sits down on the floor next to you, her movements surprisingly smooth for her size. She reaches for a piece of wrapping paper that is still lying around and folds it slowly, almost as if to occupy herself. The other critters had been friendly to you. At least most of them. You hadn't met them often, but the few encounters you'd had had been pleasant for the most part. Only Kickin and Hoppy didn't really seem to like you. You tried. You did everything you could not to stand out, to be polite, to fit in as much as possible. But it was never enough. Their comments hit you again and again, like little stabs that formed into deep wounds over time. 
  "What are you stuttering about?"
 
  "Have you ever looked in the mirror? Oh, wait ..."
 
  "You just don't fit in here."
 Every word stuck in your head, hurt like a scar that never really wanted to heal. After such days, when you returned to your room - if you could even call this place "home" - you often cried yourself to sleep. The pillow you buried your tears in was your only listener. But DogDay ... she was different. She was the reason why you kept going. Every time the burden became too heavy, she was there. With a smile, a word or a gentle gesture that reminded you that maybe there was hope after all. You had spoken to her. For hours. You confided everything that tormented you, every fear, every memory that you usually bury inside yourself. And she - she had listened. Not only that: she had understood you. DogDay had also opened her heart to you. She talked about her world, her friends, her view of the other critters. She spoke with a warmth that was almost unbelievable, and her kind-hearted thoughts about everyone, even Kickin and Hoppy, made you marvel. But it was the look she gave you afterwards - the moment when her eyes met yours and she looked at you as if you were someone important. It was that moment when your heart beat faster, your cheeks got hot and your stomach turned. It was the moment when you knew: You liked them. DogDay. But how would that ever work? You, the small, scrawny, abused boy, a stranger in this world, with all his scars - physical and mental. And she ... she was perfect. DogDay, with her sunny nature, her beautiful appearance, her heart that seemed big enough to love the whole world. How dared you even think of such a thing? What gave you the right to even imagine that she could ever see more in you than a broken boy who barely knew how he fit in? A sigh escapes you and CatNap raises her head slightly. You know exactly what that look means: you're thinking too much again.
   
There was no condemnation in her expression, but you still felt caught out. You say nothing, lower your head and turn your gaze to the gift in front of you. It was still on the floor, wrapped in red paper, with a bow that wasn't quite as perfect as you had hoped. Maybe, you thought, the gift would attract enough attention to distract CatNap's penetrating gaze. But probably not. Tonight you were invited - DogDay had invited all the critters to his home for a Christmas dinner. For you, it was the first Christmas dinner since you had arrived here, and just the thought of it brought a nervous warmth to your chest. It was an opportunity that seemed perfect, almost like a gift from fate, to show her your feelings in some way. But you knew it wouldn't be that easy. You weren't alone - the other seven critters would be there too. Of course they were invited too. They were just as much a part of it as you were - or maybe even more so. DogDay was the heart of this group. No matter how much she denied it herself, for you and probably for most of the others, she was the leader, the one who held things together. Her warmth, her optimism, her strength - all that made her irreplaceable. And it was hard to stand up to that glow, especially when everyone else could see it too. The truth was: DogDay wasn't just something special for you. She was the center of everything, a beacon that attracted everyone. And tonight, everyone would try to get her attention - through conversation, through laughter, through stories. And you? What were you in comparison? "You won't know if you don't try." CatNap's voice broke through the silence, dry and low, but still clear enough to make you flinch. You hadn't realized that she was still watching you. "Wha-" you asked, looking up at her. "Your gift. Your feelings." She shrugged and looked briefly out of the window, where the snow was falling incessantly. "You think too much about what she thinks about you. Maybe you should worry less and just... be honest." Honestly. It sounded so simple, and yet it seemed to be the most difficult thing in the world. "And if she ... doesn't see me that way?" Your voice was barely more than a whisper, the words as heavy as your heart. CatNap sighed softly and stood up. Her figure seemed even larger in the dimness of the room. "Do it, or don't do it. You'll end up regretting both." You looked at the gift. It suddenly felt heavier than before - not because of its contents, but because of the meaning it carried. But CatNap's words echoed in your head. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to be honest, no matter how hard it seemed. Outside, the lights of Critter Valley sparkled through the snowfall, and somewhere there DogDay was waiting. Tonight everything would be different. Maybe. You stand up slowly, holding the gift tightly in your hand. It suddenly feels heavier, almost as if it is carrying the entire weight of your hopes and fears. You can see it in your mind's eye: You, outside DogDay's front door, while the cold air bites your skin. Your far too thin clothes that barely protect you, the plain scarf that you only wear because Crafty insisted on it. The small gift box in your hand, ridiculously inconspicuous compared to the meaning it has for you. And then DogDay. You imagine her opening the door - tall, warm, confident. Her figure fills the doorway, her eyes radiate the same calm as always, and her voice is soft as she greets you. But what would you look like? With the red spots on your cheeks from the cold and the trembling legs that can barely stand still. With eyes that would barely have the courage to meet her warmth for fear she would see through you - to all that you are and all that you think you are not. The idea gives you pause. Your heart beats faster, your hands tremble and you feel the uncertainty descend on you like a heavy blanket. "Everything will be fine," you whisper to yourself, but the words ring hollow. You go to the window and look out. The colorful lights of Critter Valley sparkle through the falling snow. It's a sight almost too perfect to be part of a dream. Maybe it is - a dream that ends as soon as you open the door and face what may come. "You won't be alone." CatNap's voice behind you is quiet, almost like a shadow that penetrates your thoughts. You turn around and see her standing in the doorway, her figure half-shrouded in darkness. "What?" "You won't be alone," she repeats, her eyes fixed on you. "Everyone will be there. No matter how you feel, you have me. And..." She hesitates briefly before adding: "She likes you. More than you think." The last words make you falter. Your mouth opens, but you can't find an answer. CatNap shrugs her shoulders slightly, as if the conversation is over for her. "Don't take too long. The others are probably already waiting." And with that, she disappears, leaving you alone with your thoughts - and the gift, which feels heavier in your hand than ever before. You take a deep breath as you stand in your bedroom - an empty room that feels just as incomplete as you do. The walls are bare, the floor is cold, and the few things you own seem lost in the emptiness. It's not a home, at least not yet. With trembling hands, you reach for your long scarf, wrap it around your neck and pull it tight. Your big jacket is old and a little too big, but it keeps you warm. Long trousers and thick shoes follow, their edges are already worn, but that doesn't matter. You will need them. Because you have the longest way to DogDay's house of all. Your home lies on the edge of Critter Valley, secluded from the warmth and light that surrounds the others. The path through the snow is long, and the cold bites harder the further you go. But you know that the biggest challenge isn't the snow - it's your own thoughts that torment you. The gift in your hand feels as if it is getting heavier with every step. It is not only a symbol of your feelings, but also of the fear of what might happen. You turn around one last time and look around your house. The rooms you entered with so much hope now seem even emptier. The silence is palpable and you know that it will envelop you when you return. But how will you return? With a smile and a feeling of relief? Or with tears in your eyes and the weight of another disappointment on your shoulders? You shake your head, forcing yourself to end the thought. There is no room for doubt. Not now. So you go with that.  The door slams shut behind you and immediately the cold hits you like a sharp knife. It cuts through your thick jacket and long scarf, penetrates your skin and makes you shiver in an instant. The snow falls in thick flakes, swirling chaotically through the air as if to block your path. You pull the scarf up higher, almost over your nose, and hold the gift tightly to your chest as if it could warm you. Your steps sink deep into the fresh snow that crunches under your feet. The cold grips your ankles, slowly creeping upwards and making your legs stiff. Every breath is heavy, the air icy cold and dry, making your lungs burn. You breathe shallowly, trying not to let in too much of the piercing cold, but it's impossible to ignore. The path is dark, the lights of Critter Valley are far away and the moon is hidden behind thick clouds. Only the faint glow of DogDay's house in the distance shows you the way, a small light in an endless white darkness. But the cold is nothing compared to what is raging inside you. Your thoughts are screaming in your head, a chaotic jumble of fears and self-doubt. 
  What if she doesn't like me?

  
  What if my gift is ridiculous?

  
  What if the others laugh at me?
 You try to shake off the thoughts, but they are louder than the howling of the wind whipping around you. They cling to you, gnawing away at your self-confidence until there is barely a spark of it left. Your legs tremble, and not just because of the cold. Every step feels heavy, as if the snow is trying to hold you down, to pull you back into the safety of your empty house, into the familiarity of your pain. Your hands are shaking now, even though you are clutching the gift so tightly that your fingers hurt. You hold it to your chest as if it's the only thing holding you together. The wind picks up, throwing snowflakes in your face that feel like pinpricks. You blink, trying to keep the cold out of your eyes, but it still burns. You stop for a moment, breathing heavily, and your gaze wanders to the light in the distance. It seems so far away, almost unreachable. Your thoughts whisper to you: Why are you going at all? What do you think you'll find there? But then you remember DogDay. Of her smile, of her warmth, of the way she looks at you as if you were more than the broken person you see in yourself. This memory is all that drives you. You force yourself onwards, step by step, through the biting wind and the endless snow. Your legs ache, your fingers are numb and the cold has covered your body like a second skin. It clings to you, relentlessly and mercilessly, leaving you little room to think about anything other than the next step. But you keep going. Not because you are sure, but because you hope. You can already see DogDay's house in the distance. It stands out like a beacon, surrounded by the darkness that seems to envelop you. The large Christmas lights decorating her house also seem to penetrate the dark streets around you. You can see the warm, golden light hitting the silhouette of your small, fragile body - she and her house shine in the light while you remain in the darkness. You walk closer, and each of your steps leaves a deep track in the snow that seems to close again almost immediately. The cold gnaws at your bones and your breath is heavy, small clouds that dissipate immediately. When you finally stand in front of her house, your breath is taken away - not by the cold, but by the decorations. It is breathtaking. The window frames are wrapped with fairy lights that twinkle in a rhythmic pattern - red, green, blue, and then a soft white that ties everything together. A huge wreath hangs above the door, decorated with shiny baubles and a large red bow in the center. Icicle lights hang from the roof and glitter as if they were made of real ice. The path to the front door is lined with little Christmas figures - a reindeer, a snowman and even a small replica of DogDay himself, proudly wearing a Christmas hat. The bushes next to the house are hung with colorful lights that twinkle to the beat of a soft jingle you can hear from afar. For a moment, you forget the cold. It's as if you've stepped into another world - a world so far removed from the darkness you carry inside you. But before you dare to knock on the door, you move to the side, your gaze drawn to the large windows. With trembling fingers, you wipe some snow off the glass and look inside. There they are. The other critters are all already there, apart from CatNap. The large dining table, covered with a festive red tablecloth and illuminated by a magnificent candlestick, is bustling with activity. Bubba sits at the head of the table, calm as ever, with a mild smile that makes his impressive size seem less intimidating. His trunk moves slightly as he watches Crafty sitting next to him. Next to him, Crafty looks down at the table, slightly shy, and draws something on a page. Her mane is done, her horn apparently even polished. Bobby is sitting next to him. The red bear is - as always - talking non-stop. Her voice is clearly audible, even through the closed window, and her paws move wildly as she obviously tries to dominate every conversation at the table Next to him sits Kickin, grinning broadly as he apparently tells a funny story. His sharp eyes sparkle with amusement and his wings move in a lively gesture as he talks. He also strokes his yellow wings every few seconds. Hoppy is sitting next to him, gesticulating wildly as if she is carrying on Kickin's story with even more energy. Her ears are bobbing with every movement and she seems barely able to sit still with excitement. You can also see this in her trembling leg from excitement. Picky then sits next to her, quiet and deliberate, while she eats an apple in small bites. Her expression is serene, and she seems to be listening more than talking herself, enjoying the conversation around her with a slight smile. Her curly tail lies flat in the air behind the chair. You continue to stare through the window as the warm light of the room falls on your face. Every Critter seems engrossed in the conversation taking place around the table - laughter, animated gestures and a warmth so palpable you can almost feel it, even though you're standing outside in the cold. But you don't see DogDay. The absence of their presence makes your heart beat faster. The heat in your body rises, but it's not a pleasant warmth. It's a mixture of nervousness, longing and this irrepressible fear that you might be out of place after all. You take a deep breath and lower your gaze to the gift in your hands. Maybe that's enough. Maybe it's enough to simply step into it, no matter how hard it feels right now. But then you hear it - a muffled, splashing sound behind you. It sounds like someone has stepped in the snow. You whirl around, the cold air cuts into your face, and that's when you see her. CatNap. The large, purple cat stands just a few steps away from you, her black and purple eyes fixed on the ground. Her gaze seems thoughtful, almost a little melancholy, but she slowly raises her head when she realizes that you have noticed her. Your gaze falls on the deep footprints in the snow behind her. It looks like she came closer at first, but then stepped back before making a deliberate noise - as if she wanted to make sure you weren't startled. "Lost?" she asks quietly, with that dry tone of voice that makes her so typical. You shake your head and try to find the words. "N-no. I... I just wanted to..." CatNap raises a paw, interrupts you without a word, and slowly steps up beside you. She's tall, much taller than you, and her presence is hard to ignore. For a moment, she looks through the window as well, watching the other critters sitting at the table inside, talking. "Hm." Her only sound is a low hum, but she seems to be analyzing everything in the room with a single glance. Then she turns her head slightly towards you, her obsidian eyes meeting yours. "Good...let's go in then." It's not a question, but a statement. And yet you suddenly feel relieved. You don't have to go in alone. With one last deep breath, you step aside and let CatNap lead the way. Her long strides are hard to miss in the snow, but she stops just short of the door and turns around once more. "Are you coming?" You nod slowly, hug the gift tighter to your chest and take the few steps that separate you from the door. You will go in together. CatNap raises her big paw and knocks on the door - a short, quiet pattern, almost like a code. You stand right behind her, your breath forming little clouds in the icy air as you hug the gift tighter to your chest. It only takes a moment for the door to open and a gush of warm air surrounds you. DogDay stands before you, her orange form bathed in the warm glow of the light. Her big eyes shine, and she smiles gently as she looks at you. "Come in, you must be frozen through," she says in her calm, friendly voice as she opens the door wider. You enter cautiously, almost hesitantly, and CatNap follows right behind you. The warmth of the house immediately envelops you, and the scent of cinnamon, fresh cookies and pine branches fills the air.Just as you cross the threshold and enter the festively decorated hallway, a loud voice echoes from the living room. "Ah... you two." You recognize Kickin's mocking tone before you see him. As you step into the living room, he sits casually in his chair and grins at you, his yellow wings moving as he seemingly finishes a story. Before you can say anything, you hear a loud "Ouch!" from his side. "What was that for?" shouts Kickin indignantly as he bends down. Hoppy giggles teasingly, her ears bobbing in amusement as she puts on an innocent look. "What for!" A soft giggle goes around the room, and even CatNap snorts in amusement before standing next to you. "It's nice to have you here," DogDay says, her warm voice drawing your attention back to her. She has closed the door and smiles at you both, her figure almost seeming to glow in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. "It wouldn't be Christmas without you." Her words touch you deeply. It is as if a gentle warmth is flowing through your body and slowly driving away the cold and doubt. "You brought something?" she asks as her gaze falls on the gift in your hands. You nod, your face gets hot, and you hesitantly hold out the box to her. Your hands tremble slightly, but DogDay accepts the gift with a gentle gesture, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "Thank you," she says quietly, holding the box in her hands for a moment before looking at you again. "That means a lot to me." Her words make your heart stumble, and you only manage a quick nod before your attention is diverted away from Bobby. "You're really sweet," she says, her voice warm and full of emotion. "Something like this ... it comes from the heart. DogDay will definitely never forget this." You can feel your cheeks getting even hotter and you're not sure if you can answer without your voice shaking. But before the moment lasts too long, Bubba straightens up and interrupts the silence with his deep, soothing voice. "Come on in!" he says kindly as he points with his big trunk in the direction of an empty chair. "Sit down before Kickin gives Hoppy any more reason to kick him!" A short laugh breaks out and DogDay puts a warm paw on your shoulder before turning back to the others. "Make yourself comfortable, you're at home here," she says softly, before giving CatNap a quick glance and nodding as if they wordlessly understand what to do. You take a seat at the table while CatNap sits down too, a little apart, maintaining her typical calm presence. The living room is beautifully decorated - garlands of fir branches with twinkling lights stretch across the walls, the Christmas tree stands in the corner, adorned with shiny baubles and handmade ornaments, and the fireplace crackles cozily. It's perfect - and yet you feel out of place. "So?" Bubba suddenly asks, his deep, calm voice drawing everyone's attention to you. "How's the move going?" The room becomes quieter and you can feel the atmosphere changing. It's not an uncomfortable silence, but it weighs heavily on you. Everyone seems to be waiting for your answer. Your eyes wander across the table and your stomach tightens. Small talk has never been your strong point, and right now it feels like every sentence you say could be the wrong one."Uh..." You start, but immediately realize that your voice is shaking. Your fingers play nervously with the edge of your sweater as your gaze wanders to the floor. "It's ... it's going quite well." "'Quite well'?" Kickin repeats with a wry grin that seems more mocking than friendly. "That sounds enthusiastic." "Kickin," DogDay warns gently, her warm voice instantly softening the room. "Why don't you let him? Everyone needs time to settle in." You feel a grateful surge as her eyes fall on you. It's as if she sees your insecurity directly and tells you without words that everything is okay. "Have you thought about how you want to decorate your house yet?" Crafty asks softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. She looks up from her sheet of paper and gives you a small, shy smile. The question is easier to answer, and you exhale in relief. "Not yet...I'm not that good with...things like that." "It doesn't matter!" Bobby bursts in, her red form advancing as she gestures wildly with her paws. "I'm the best when it comes to decorating! I'll come over and we'll make your house really fancy!" "That's a great idea," DogDay says, her voice full of approval. She smiles at you, and you can feel the warmth she radiates further easing the tension inside you. "Yes, and we're bringing cookies!" adds Hoppy, her ears bobbing with excitement. "Forget it, I don't bake," mumbles Kickin, who demonstratively takes an apple from the table and bites into it. A quiet laugh spreads around the table and you feel the atmosphere loosen up. Despite your uncertainty, something begins to change inside you - a feeling you can't quite put your finger on. Perhaps it is hope. But maybe it's something else that you just can't put your finger on yet. And so the evening began. Minutes later, the food was served and the table was filled with warm, steaming food that permeated the room with even more coziness. Everyone ate happily, laughed together and swapped stories. The sounds of the cutlery, the clinking of glasses and the cheerful voices blended into a lively melody that filled the room. Everyone was talking.Except for you. Everyone cheerfully asked DogDay to open the presents before anyone else, their excitement barely audible in their voices.Except for you. You sat there, tried to eat, tried to smile, but the lump in your throat remained. The evening was ... an experience. It wasn't bad, but the overwhelming amount of voices and the stares of the others kept you sitting on the edge of your seat - metaphorically and literally. The longer the evening went on, the more you realized that you are better in situations with fewer people. Like now. The night had already crept far ahead and most of the evening was over. It was warm in the living room as you sat on the couch next to CatNap. The two of you were silent, but it wasn't an awkward silence. The two of you sat there while DogDay sorted through each other's presents nearby. You are probably the only critter who is more of a night owl. While the others have retired to their beds, you enjoy the peace and quiet of the late evening. In front of you is DogDay, who is still busy. She walks gently back and forth between the presents, picking them up one by one, examining them briefly before either placing them carefully on a shelf or putting them somewhere else in the living room. Her movements are calm, deliberate, almost meditative, as if she wants to give each gift the attention it deserves. The warmth of the room and the soft light of the tree make the scene almost surreal. You watch DogDay in her bright sweater with the golden pattern as if she were part of the Christmas tree herself - radiant and alive. It feels like this scene could go on forever. You could sit here, just watching, without the world asking you to move or speak. "She's always so thorough," CatNap murmurs softly beside you, her voice breaking the silence like a gentle gust of wind. She doesn't look at you, but watches DogDay with an almost amused expression. "Even when everyone else is long gone." You nod slightly, but say nothing. Words seem superfluous at this moment. DogDay slowly turns to you, her eyes meet yours and a warm smile spreads across her face. In her hands she holds your gift - the small red box with the golden bow that you gave her. "Is it okay...if I open yours now?" she asks, her voice as soft as the snow falling softly outside. Your heart beats faster and you can feel the heat rising in your face. CatNap gives you a quick sideways glance, but she doesn't say anything, her presence remaining silent and waiting as always. You swallow, trying to ignore the nervousness in your stomach, and nod slowly. "y-yeah..." you whisper. DogDay smiles again and slowly sits down on the carpet in front of you. She gently places the box in her lap and begins to carefully undo the bow. You can't help but stare at her - following her every small, deliberate movement. It feels like she's not only opening the gift, but also a part of you that you've always kept hidden. "That's-!" DogDay pauses as she takes the lid off the box and looks inside. Her eyes widen slightly and an expression of surprise mingles with a warm smile on her face. Exactly, what did your gift contain? Quite simply: pictures. Pictures from when you were new to Critter Valley - pictures that Bubba had taken of you and DogDay in the early days when you started spending time together. Pictures full of carefree moments that everyone thought were lost because Bubba had mysteriously lost his camera back then. No one believed that these memories still existed. When you were new to Critter Valley, Bubba had taken some of these pictures with his beloved camera, which later disappeared. Everyone had thought that the pictures had been lost with the camera, a memory that would never return. But you had found them. You had spent hours in the forest, searching every possible spot, fighting your way through branches, shivering in the cold - until you finally discovered the camera, half-hidden under a fallen tree trunk. That was weeks ago. Since then you had printed the pictures, every single one of them, and put them in this box. At first you had doubted. The other gifts were bigger, better, seemingly more meaningful. But for you, this gift felt right. DogDay lifts out one of the pictures and looks at it. It shows the group together by the river, the sun falling softly on their faces. In another picture, you see her laughing, her expression so lively that it fills the entire photo. But she says nothing. Her fingers glide over the edges of the picture and her eyes are full of emotions that you can't quite interpret. For a moment, the room becomes completely silent. Even the fireplace seems to crackle more quietly. And then you notice something. CatNap has smuggled a red heart into your gift, you're sure of it. You turn your head to the right to look at her, perhaps to get a reaction from her - but there's no one there. 
  CatNap has disappeared.
 A soft whisper escapes you, almost inaudible. "D@mn..." DogDay lifts her head, her golden eyes meet yours, and she holds your heart in her hand. She smiles - a smile warmer than the light of the fireplace, stronger than any insecurity you've ever felt. "This is beautiful," she finally says, her voice soft but so full of emotion that it almost overwhelms you. "I didn't know the pictures still existed...and that here..." She lifts the heart and looks at it more closely. "It makes the gift even more special." You want to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat. Instead, you just nod, your hands resting nervously in your lap as DogDay looks at the pictures again. Then she moves, quickly - you almost didn't notice her at all. And before your mind can even form a thought, she's suddenly sitting next to you on the couch. You look at her, the big golden eyes, the perfect look, and the red spots that are now showing on her cheek. And then she kisses you. You can hardly believe it. A warm mouth on yours. A warm, gentle kiss on your lips. But as soon as you understand it, the moment is already over. You can only grin nervously, what else are you supposed to do, you have absolutely no idea in this area.
   
Maybe...Maybe even someone like you has a right to happiness.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          And the last Christmas special is finally ready.I think this story is really beautiful, and it was exciting to show a different side of my own fanfictions - even if it's not canon.While the real story is set in the depths of the dark factory, the characters here are celebrating Christmas, and our dear Y/N even gets a kiss.It was a great adventure to write all these specials.Merry Christmas everyone.'
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