Merry Fnaf Christmas Novels & Stories

"Please no. This looks like we came out of one of those old Jcpennys magazines." Ryker said shaking his head. "I'm surprised you even remember what that is gamma Ryker." My mates father, former Alpha Ronan replied laughing as he held his stomach. "Merry Christmas Father, Mother." Felix said hugging his parents. "Yeah, Merry Christmas dad, Merry Christmas mom." Axel smiled hugging his parents tightly, leaving his parents shaking thier heads at thier son. They were also wearing Christmas Pjs, there's had Mr and Ms Clause all over them, it was honestly cute.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

Elijah It looks wrong on Autumn’s beautiful face, and my heart clenches painfully in my chest. I have to do something to help distract her from the pain she’s feeling. So I get up and force a smile, going over to where there’s a Santa hat on the mantle. It feels like forever ago that we were decorating her place for Christmas, and it’s time to get some of that cheer back. I plop the hat on my head and put one hand on my hip. “Enough of this,” I say. “We’re going to do something fun.”

Mark shooed him away from the back room and chased him toward where the elves were still handing out toys, having the time of their lives. “Guys, guys!” Jake told his friends. “You’re never going to believe this, but I saw Ms. Jones kissing Santa Claus!” Merryweather “Well, that worked out marvelously,” Merryweather said to Flora. “I agree. I was a little worried there for a bit,” Flora told her. “But Fauna did a marvelous job.” “Fauna did a marvelous job?” Merryweather asked, raising an eyebrow. “And you,” Flora said, obviously appeasing her. “What will happen next for them?”

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

MIREYA'S POV: I'm glad Noah joined and surprised us at the last minute or it would have been so sad for us leaving a person behind for Christmas. I was so excited as I saw everyone in my home laughing and chatting. It felt like they all completed our family. Even though they don't have to be here for Christmas, they planned and insisted that they wanted to celebrate Christmas with us this year and maybe the upcoming year too. I glanced up at the room to see everyone was chatting and bickering with others. I smiled unknowingly looking at them, it made me happy to see the kids having a good time with others.