Hope everyone has a happy holiday, whatever that may be!

Remember, no copyright intended.

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"Okay, how does shit like this keep happening to us?" Ethan asked as attempted to get the ribbon that was crawling around his leg to stop.

"Hell if I know," Benny muttered as he wrestled with a roll of wrapping paper.

Up until about five minutes ago, they had peacefully been wrapping presents – it was the holidays after all – and then Benny had sneezed.

Now, their wrapping was flying around attacking them.

"B, make this stop," Ethan muttered as a roll of wrapping paper was now hitting him on the head repeatedly, no matter how many times he batted it away. He looked at Benny, who had mumbled something – the reason being that a nametag was attempting to stick itself across his lips. Ethan crawled over to him, legs wrapped in ribbon and the wrapper paper still hitting him, and ripped it off of Benny's lips, making the taller boy scream.

"MY MUSTACHE!"

"OH PLEASE THAT FUZZ BARELY QUALIFIED AS A MUSTACHE NOW UNDO THE DAMN SPELL!"

Benny glared at him from one eye as another nametag began to cover his eye.

"EVERYTHING STOP IT!"

Everything froze – the wrapping tube was froze in midair as it was about to Ethan on the head; the ribbon that was creeping up his legs stopped at his knees. The nametag over Benny's eye was curled on one end, ready to stick itself down; the wrapping paper that was wrapped around one arm was still, the bright characters on it seeming to grin at him in mischief; the bows that were twining in his hair had stopped, too tight for his liking.

"Benny… What did you do?"

"I told it to stop. And it did?"

They slowly began to peel their attackers off, hoping to not disturb anything in case everything started back up again.

"How did you do this in the first place?"

"Hell if I know. Let's save the wrapping for another day, huh?"

At the word 'wrapping', the chaos picked up again. Wrapping paper flew around the room, covering anything it could touch; ribbon began to twine around the bed and the lights; nametags and tape stuck to anything and everything.

They began to scramble around, trying to stop everything, Benny screaming at the top of his lungs various words.

"STOP! RED LIGHT! MAGIC WORD FOR STOP! WRAPPING PAPER! CHRISTMAS! HANUKKAH! ACHOO!"

Ethan's mom opened the door, and everything froze.

Benny was hanging off of the bookshelf, the lower half of his body wrapped up in different types of paper; his hair was twisted up in ribbon, and stickers were all over his face.

Ethan was on the floor, a giant bow tied around his waist; wrapping paper had begun to creep up his neck and over one ear.

His mom just stood there, staring at the two of them before she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before quickly walking away.

The wrapping didn't act up again that night.

…

The next day, everyone they knew – hell, everyone in town – had seen their picture.

"Why does stuff like this happen to us?"

"Who else would it happen to?"

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS! DON'T BE BOTHERED BY POSSESSED WRAPPING!

-JM133