Published: December 22nd 2021, 8:16:54 am
Note: By popular demand, I now present the first part of the coming Christmas Classic: Krampus's Naughty Nursery. Can you imagine what happens next to naughty Damien? I know I can, but feel free to throw your guesses into the comments! ;-) ~<3 Champ
Damien was just sneaking another diaper out of the nursery where he was babysitting when he heard the noise. The children were asleep, and it was certainly too soon for the parents to be returning. There shouldn't have been anyone stirring at all, which is why the loud clomping took him by surprise.
"H-hello? Kids?" He poked his head out of the empty nursery and looked up and down the hall. Dead silence, and not a flicker of movement except for a dull red light filtering in from up the hall.
"What the hell?" Damien tucked the diaper into his hoodie and stepped out, alert for any sign of life. He was lucky to be here tonight, when he would otherwise be stuck home with his family. It was only thanks to an emergency E.R. trip that had the parents and the little one out of the house, that he had the chance to raid the nursery and have a real Christmas treat. And he didn't want anyone to spoil his fun.
"Kids?" he said softly. "You'd better go to bed or they'll be hell to pay. You know what happens to naughty kids..."
He thought he heard a faint chuckle and some shuffling from the other room.
"Oh, it's those brats, for sure. I know what'll scare 'em..." he cleared his throat and spoke clearly but softly.
"You know that Santa only visits the house of nice boys and girls that stay quiet in their beds... if you won't behave, then Krampus will come for you. Do you really want to know what happens when Krampus gets a hold of naughty boys and girls?"
The clomping continued, closer now as he approached an open door from whence the light came forth.
"Krampus has eyes like burning embers... great big horns, and a hairy beastly body... with beastly appetites... you had better scurry off to bed while you still can, naughty ones...."
A mischievous light gleamed in Damien's eyes. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was scaring the kids. One time he made his charges wet the bed. All the more excuse for him to recommend night time protection which he could then swipe for later enjoyment. The brats were thankful when he let him off the hook and 'threw out' some of their night time wear. The parents were grateful to find dry beds all thanks to Damien's 'amazing' skills. It was a nice little scam that had worked for him for years. This Krampus craze added a delicious new twist to the equation.
"If you don't go to bed now, I'll tell Krampus about what naughty little brats you are... And you'll never escape his grip. I will tell him to give you no mercy. Just keep you forever. And your parents can get better children instead. What do you think of that?"
He crept up to the door with a wicked grin, hardly noticing the strange figures carved into the ancient wood. He rested a hand on the wood, which was surprisingly warm. He crouched and counted to three, then violently swung it open, jumping in and calling, "Too late!"
He had hoped to scare them, but he was the one who was shocked to see a tall figure in the center of a strange room.
"S-santa?" he asked, his voice going two octaves higher as the color drained from his face. The door rebounded and swung shut behind him just as the diaper fell from inside his hoodie and hit the floor by his feet. A deep, guttural chuckle could be heard before the door clicked shut.
A smoky voice said, "Not quite..."