Published: December 24th 2021, 11:11:06 am
Note: I drafted out what happens next. I'm already on the revision to this and well into the next scene, so this story is coming hard and fast (pun intended). Expect some changes to the final piece.
"S-santa?" asked Damien, looking at the large red figure in the room in front of him. He had a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. The figure turned around and smoke in the deep, husky voice of a long time smoker.
"Nope. That would be wrong, Damien." That fact was immediately apparent.
Damien backed away. In front of him stood a tall, furred creature with a masculine face, rippling muscles, two large horns like those of a ram, and cloven hooves. Immediately Damien was hit by two conflicting feelings as he perceived the creature. A sudden stirring in his loins and that feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, which only grew stronger.
"W-who... what are you? H-how do you know my name?"
"Ohhhhh, Damien, Damien, Damien... such a naughty boy..." The creature flicked out an impossibly long tongue and gave Damien a grin that had him clutching at his crotch to cover up his boner. Why was this thing making him feel those funny feelings in his pants? It was obviously male. There were no clothes to hide that fact. And Damien wasn't gay... at least... that's what he'd always told himself...
"I-I-I have no idea what you're talking about," said Damien.
"Then what is that diaper doing on the floor, young Damien?" asked the creature, putting his fists on his hips and letting his mouth hang open in mock confusion.
"Th-that?!" asked Damien, looking down at the diaper that had fallen out of his hoodie. "It's not mine! I was, w-was bringing it for... the baby!"
"The one in the hospital?" asked the creature. "You know what, I'm not even going to waste my time with these lies. They're going on the list!"
"List? What List? Okay, wait. Who ARE you?" asked Damien, torn between wanting to get closer to the creature and run away. For some reason he was embarrassed to be caused red handed by this handsome yet horrifying creature. He... he actually felt hurt when the creature called him naughty.
The creature pulled a list out of the strange square backpack on his shoulders and read. "Using a curse word... Stealing diapers... Taking family for granted... Malice... Attempting to terrorize children... Lying... Lying... Lying again..."
Damien had backed up far enough to hit the wall. He felt around for the door behind him and only felt rough wood. "What the hell?"
"Well... you got just about everything right about me but the eyes... They're not really like burning embers, see?"
Damien cast a glance toward the creature's eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. Nothing like burning embers. So nice that he could fall right into them. He started to go limp, but the creature was still talking as if he hadn't noticed.
"And this is just within the last five minutes. Need I go on? I can, you know. I have all the offenses right here. You are quite the bad boy, Damien."
"I'm... I'm... I'm badtoy..."
"Oh... oops. I forgot that my eyes can..." The creature swiped a cloven handhoof, breaking Damien's view of his eyes for an instant. It was long enough to snap Damien out of his trance. "Better?"
Damien shook his head. He felt groggy and his head hurt, like he had been woken up too quickly from a deep sleep. "W-what? What do you want?"
"You, for starters..."