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Something for mah snugglebuggle~
A short fluff of the Creepypasta welcoming Lubbock from Akame Ga Kill into the family via Christmas~

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The green haired male scratched at his stitches as he watched the group hand out presents. As it would turn out, the pasta's celebrated Christmas early- because on the day of they all went out for a huge killing spree. The result of the spree usually ended with a news report on the "Christmas massacre", not that it made a difference to him. He wasn't one of them- not really. He was just someone one of them took pity on and brought home. A bitter look adorned his face as he turned to gaze at the woman held responsible- a golden tailed kitsune with self esteem issues. She'd found him after he'd been attacked, and had gotten friends to bring him home with her.

She'd convinced them to keep him alive. Eventually his woman came for him, and she was convinced to stay with them. He did so too, for her sake. Not as if he had a place to go anymore, seeing as he'd been betrayed and flat out killed. In the end, it was move in with strangers for the sake of his love, or make her follow him and live a life without security. They'd warmed up to her well enough- but, aside from the kitsune, no one payed him any mind. No different than his last "Family", one could say. Or, so it had seemed that way. He was startled by the sudden appearance of something beside his face, and he turned to find a member of the household holding something out to them.

She was the wolf- some kind of forest spirit. She was friendly, but didn't seem to bright. She had a fruity scented candycane sticking out of her mouth as she looked at him curiously. He looked to what she was holding to find that it was a gift- a poorly wrapped one at that. She'd probably done it herself, seeing as it was wrapped with leaves and string. He stared at her blankly for a moment, and she looked at him- honestly, she seemed bored. She was hanging over the back of the couch to hand him the gift, which he honestly didn't want to take. As it was, he was positive he'd open it to find a dead rat or something. She was impatient though, and kept nudging his side with it.

He eventually gave in and took the "Gift" for sake of getting her to leave him be- but she refused to stop tapping his head with her tail until he opened it. When he did he was, surprised at what he saw. A doll- him, as a doll. The gift seemed as if it had been hand made, and it felt heavy- as if it were filled with sand. He could tell just from the look of it that whoever had made it had put a lot of effort into it- there were a lot of minor details to it. The clothing was removable, and showed lines were his stitches would be located. He gave her a confused look, only to have her pull the candy from her mouth for a moment to lick his cheek before he got off the couch.

She wandered over to the tree, carrying a bag. She tugged on the kitsune's arm before pulling another poorly wrapped gift out of the bag and handing it to her. That too, was opened to reveal a doll. So, the wolf seemed to have been taking everyone into account when she made her gifts. He stared down at his doll unsure. He and Rhia hadn't been there more than a few weeks. How had she learned enough about them to put so much detail into the doll? Why did she even bother with it when they didn't even socialize? He griped the toy tightly only to jump when another gift was suddenly offered too him- by none other than the kitsune who had brought him here.

He eyed her for a moment, before he carefully took the neatly wrapped package from her. Upon opening it, he was startled to find a brand new pair of his goggles. He took off the pair he had resting on his head- they'd suffered damage during his little, experience, and he hadn't had a chance to replace them. Seemed she'd taken it upon herself to give him a hand. Something wet dripped onto his hand, and he realized that he'd started crying. Why? Why were they being nice? He was just an outcast. Just someone there to take up space and give the shitty end of the stick when times got rough. Wasn't he? A warm hand touched his cheek and he felt someone sit beside him.

He looked up to see the kitsune looking at him with a worried expression, and the wolf had sat beside him to look at him curiously. The next thing he knew, the wolf was nuzzling his arm and the kitsune was dabbing at his cheek with a tissue. Why? Why were they trying to comfort him? All they did was cause more tears, and it was because he wasn't used to it. He was used to being ignored. Used to being left behind. Yet there they were, treating him like a real comrade rather than a tool. Others seemed to come nearer to try and cheer him up they gradually began to notice he was crying. A clown offered him candy. A little girl put her teddy bear in his lap to console him.

The man in a blue make tried to check his temperature to see if he was feeling sick. The wolf started to cuddle into his side. Everyone came close and attempted to comfort him. He bawled and honestly couldn't stop- it took him half an hour to settle down, and then to his surprise everyone seemed to have a gift for him. New threads for his weapon. New clothes because what he had was old. He wasn't left out. He was treated as an equal. The last gift he received was a card with everyone's names written in it. All it said inside aside from that, was "Welcome home, Lubbock~". That got him bawling all over again. He got his Christmas wish. He had a home- a family. For real this time.

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Something for mah snugglebuggle~
A short fluff of the Creepypasta welcoming Lubbock from Akame Ga Kill into the family via Christmas~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The green haired male scratched at his stitches as he watched the group hand out presents. As it would turn out, the pasta's celebrated Christmas early- because on the day of they all went out for a huge killing spree. The result of the spree usually ended with a news report on the "Christmas massacre", not that it made a difference to him. He wasn't one of them- not really. He was just someone one of them took pity on and brought home. A bitter look adorned his face as he turned to gaze at the woman held responsible- a golden tailed kitsune with self esteem issues. She'd found him after he'd been attacked, and had gotten friends to bring him home with her.

She'd convinced them to keep him alive. Eventually his woman came for him, and she was convinced to stay with them. He did so too, for her sake. Not as if he had a place to go anymore, seeing as he'd been betrayed and flat out killed. In the end, it was move in with strangers for the sake of his love, or make her follow him and live a life without security. They'd warmed up to her well enough- but, aside from the kitsune, no one payed him any mind. No different than his last "Family", one could say. Or, so it had seemed that way. He was startled by the sudden appearance of something beside his face, and he turned to find a member of the household holding something out to them.

She was the wolf- some kind of forest spirit. She was friendly, but didn't seem to bright. She had a fruity scented candycane sticking out of her mouth as she looked at him curiously. He looked to what she was holding to find that it was a gift- a poorly wrapped one at that. She'd probably done it herself, seeing as it was wrapped with leaves and string. He stared at her blankly for a moment, and she looked at him- honestly, she seemed bored. She was hanging over the back of the couch to hand him the gift, which he honestly didn't want to take. As it was, he was positive he'd open it to find a dead rat or something. She was impatient though, and kept nudging his side with it.

He eventually gave in and took the "Gift" for sake of getting her to leave him be- but she refused to stop tapping his head with her tail until he opened it. When he did he was, surprised at what he saw. A doll- him, as a doll. The gift seemed as if it had been hand made, and it felt heavy- as if it were filled with sand. He could tell just from the look of it that whoever had made it had put a lot of effort into it- there were a lot of minor details to it. The clothing was removable, and showed lines were his stitches would be located. He gave her a confused look, only to have her pull the candy from her mouth for a moment to lick his cheek before he got off the couch.

She wandered over to the tree, carrying a bag. She tugged on the kitsune's arm before pulling another poorly wrapped gift out of the bag and handing it to her. That too, was opened to reveal a doll. So, the wolf seemed to have been taking everyone into account when she made her gifts. He stared down at his doll unsure. He and Rhia hadn't been there more than a few weeks. How had she learned enough about them to put so much detail into the doll? Why did she even bother with it when they didn't even socialize? He griped the toy tightly only to jump when another gift was suddenly offered too him- by none other than the kitsune who had brought him here.

He eyed her for a moment, before he carefully took the neatly wrapped package from her. Upon opening it, he was startled to find a brand new pair of his goggles. He took off the pair he had resting on his head- they'd suffered damage during his little, experience, and he hadn't had a chance to replace them. Seemed she'd taken it upon herself to give him a hand. Something wet dripped onto his hand, and he realized that he'd started crying. Why? Why were they being nice? He was just an outcast. Just someone there to take up space and give the shitty end of the stick when times got rough. Wasn't he? A warm hand touched his cheek and he felt someone sit beside him.

He looked up to see the kitsune looking at him with a worried expression, and the wolf had sat beside him to look at him curiously. The next thing he knew, the wolf was nuzzling his arm and the kitsune was dabbing at his cheek with a tissue. Why? Why were they trying to comfort him? All they did was cause more tears, and it was because he wasn't used to it. He was used to being ignored. Used to being left behind. Yet there they were, treating him like a real comrade rather than a tool. Others seemed to come nearer to try and cheer him up they gradually began to notice he was crying. A clown offered him candy. A little girl put her teddy bear in his lap to console him.

The man in a blue make tried to check his temperature to see if he was feeling sick. The wolf started to cuddle into his side. Everyone came close and attempted to comfort him. He bawled and honestly couldn't stop- it took him half an hour to settle down, and then to his surprise everyone seemed to have a gift for him. New threads for his weapon. New clothes because what he had was old. He wasn't left out. He was treated as an equal. The last gift he received was a card with everyone's names written in it. All it said inside aside from that, was "Welcome home, Lubbock~". That got him bawling all over again. He got his Christmas wish. He had a home- a family. For real this time.