AC: Hello there. This story is put the 24 December 2015.

This special Christmas story is the sequel for Santa Claus coming visiting the M'arrillians, except a year passed and things are different.

Story Short 7: The Return Of Santa Claus

The song kept hunting the M'arrillians for an entire human year. They were never sure when he could come back. So the only thing they heard as a warning was:

You better watchout.

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list

And checking it twice

Gonna find out who's naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

The guards were increased when the activity was the smallest while every citizen of their tribe was vigilant. They became paranoid over the time, waiting for Santa Claus to come back. No children were left unwatched and no adult went alone in any alley, just in case Santa Claus was coming for them.

Christmas was coming and a new rumor was spread out. That one let out something worse than Santa Claus. A threat greater than any others. A being named Krampus was hunting the bad children and the adult not being able to escape. That rumor started by an M'arrillian who checked in the mind of a human and saw the monster hunting a family of humans. The part the M'arrillian missed was the fact that it was a movie, not something to warn everyone else of a potential danger.

When the night shift started, the Chaotic players came in the Deep Mine with the usual present and another type of present, but this time, they have a hunting list. Eel'Soprano warned the Chaotic player of the desires of Milla'iin, Dror'niq, Vitar'zu, Aval'par and Phelphor. Since the M'arrillian didn't really do anything bad for a year, which was around two solans, they won't give everyone a coal.

After all, Santa Claus saw everything.

Tom and Sarah walked together toward the north of the Deep Mine, "You heard the rumor Eel'Soprano warned us about?" Sarah asked.

"You mean about Krampus. Serena told him that it wasn't real and was glad about it," Tom replied.

"Yes and-" she stopped talking and they hid behind coral when they saw M'arrillian guards passing in front of them. Once they were gone, Tom commented, "They are really seeing Santa Claus as a horror movie character."

Sarah giggled and replied, "That's right. We have to bring everything in the houses, we don't have time now."

Tom nodded and they continued the prank with around 130 chaotic players.

Phelphor yawned loudly and opened his eyes. He stretched his arms and felt his muscles aching in him, "Argh. I trained too much yesterday."

He stopped and looked at the strange green tree in front of him. He touched it and recognised it.

"He came back," Phelphor gulped.

He looked to his left and saw the same tree with the coal next to it. He never dared destroying in, just in case it could provoke the fury of Santa Claus. He took a glimpse on the new tree and noticed something different. There wasn't a coal here, but something orange. He took it and felt the texture softer than expected. He smelt it and the aroma smelt good as if it was food, maybe a fruit.

"Why isn't it this Coal this time?" he wondered. He was thankful that the Krampus he heard off monster didn't come.

His stomach grunted and looked at the orange thing and tried searching in his mind if there was something about it, but found nothing. He didn't read human's mind about the subject before. He suddenly tore a part of the fruit by accident. He looked inside and the aroma was stronger, meaning that the inside was the tasty part. He opened his mouth and took a small bite. The fruit tasted delicious, even more than that, extremely good. It was something juicy, giving nourishment and unique. It was as if it was a reward this time.

"Why did I get one-" he was cut when he heard.

{M'arrillians! There is an emergency! Santa Claus managed to pass our defense again! Everyone meet at the same place now!} Milla'iin ordered.

"Just as I feared. Am I the only one spared thought?" he asked as he ran toward the central part of the city while finishing the sweet fruit. He won't have an empty stomach like last time.

He reached his destination and saw that everyone was there again. He saw Milla'iin on stage and decided to sit down this time. Phelphor wondered what happened as he looked around him. Most of his tribe were panicking again, especially the Kha'ralls, but the children seemed more cheerful this time.

The atmosphere wasn't one of pure horror this time as knowledge was present in their mind and maybe some ate those strange fruits.

Milla'iin raised his tendrils and obtained the silence of the crowed, {M'arrillians. We have received the visit of Santa Claus once again. I asked all the guard if they have seen anyone suspicious, but no one saw anything at all yet again. Any of you saw something?}

Milla'iin only received a negative answer. That changed the mood and most M'arrillians were more nervous now. Even if Santa Claus passed, they were sure someone saw him, even if he escaped.

He took out an orange fruit like the one Phelphor ate not long ago, {Some of us received something different this time. I still received a coat, but Vitar'zu showed me he received this thing. Does anyone know what it is? We are not sure if it is a bomb or something poisoned put there by Santa Claus to kill us.}

Phelphor gulped when he remembered that he ate the sweet fruit. Now he regretted listening to his stomach before using his brain. Only partially, he will die with his stomach content and blessed by the sweet taste of the fruit.

Now the M'arrillians was panicking as they watched those who ate it already. They were on the verge of panic when...

{I know what it is,} Gal'Drad calmly said standing up before joining Milla'iin. His calm voice already gave some reassurance. {I deeply read the mind of a Chaotic Player who tried to infiltrate here for a scan long ago and saw more information's about their world. Which is really confusing and I don't get it, but I recognise it. It's a fruit of their world called orange.}

"Orange!" Phelphor yelled. {That's a stupid name. Why named the fruit the same name than the color?}

{Who knows. They are Chaotic player. Weird things with weird stuff like this Facebook thing. Don't ask what it is.}

{Those things are dangerous?} Vitar'zu asked.

{No. They are eatable.} Gal'Drad replied.

Vitar'zu took the orange out of Milla'iin tendril and ate it in a few seconds with most other M'arrillians doing the same thing while Phelphor was glad it won't kill him.

Milla'iin grumbled when he saw the satisfied face on most M'arrillians face.

{Let's move on to those who got the Coal.} Milla'iin said. {I'm sure most of us are glad to only receive this again and nothing else right?}

{Not us!} Most Kha'ralls replied fearfully.

Phelphor looked at them and felt nervous. He didn't look at them and saw fear written on their face... for those who had an expressive face.

{What else did you receive?} Milla'iin asked.

{A warning for us... Because we were bad for another year,} one Kha'ralls answered.

{What's the warning? I didn't receive any,} Milla'iin commented.

{It's a message from Santa Claus written in our writing,} another Kha'ralls said.

None of them knew it was El'Soprano who wrote that message and let it seemed like Santa Claus was the one who wrote it. Also, no one knew that was why his hand was so painful after writing so many letters.

As for why Milla'iin didn't receive a warning, it was because he didn't really do anything bad, but remain one of the most evil M'arrillian that exist in the tribe, so none of the Chaotic player was tempted to give him something positive. You can't reward a jerk or someone committing horrible acts during the war.

{I asked what the warning is,} Milla'iin repeated.

{Yeah,} the Kha'rall read the message, {For those who had been taken responsible in the prank, beware that from now on, you are strictly under my watch. You have been put as naughty twice. If you become naughty for the third time, I will not visit you this time, but Krampus shall be the one. You better watch out, because if he comes to you, severe punishments will occur and your mind will be crushed.}

The M'arrillians looked at each other's. They gulped as they heard the warning. If that Krampus was coming in the Deep Mine, like Santa Claus, they won't stand a chance at all at surviving. They held their mind deeply and didn't want to let it get crush by that Krampus guy who was worse than Santa Claus.

The Kha'ralls were the most nervous when one of then yelled, "Who was the one gave the idea?"

Another one replied, "It wasn't me. I heard it from another one!"

"Me neither, I heard it from another one!"

They were playing the blame game and it was boiling fast when no one gave his name. They were all accusing each other's until it turned into an inner fight and those who had nothing to do with it run away as fast as they could.

Phelphor looked behind him and thought, Maybe it's the letter we asked to Santa. We wanted them to be punished for the prank and they were...But that wasn't what we wanted. We don't want this Krampus to come! What did we do?

Phelphor and every other M'arrillians hid in their home for three consecutive days. It took all that time for the Kha'ralls to eventually be too exhausted to keep fighting, but tensions was present in the Deep Mine.

No M'arrillian wanted to be near two Kha'ralls now. Also, every creatures of the Deep Mine tried to be at their best behavior at the same time, so that Krampus never visit them.

AC: This is the end of this second Christmas special. It's not as good as the first one, but I hope you like it too.