The reindeer stared through the window, looking at the man in the red suit, who was swigging back Brandy as though it were water, becoming more ‘jolly’ by the second. It looked to them that he was being enabled by Mavis, but they could not be sure.
“It get’s worse every year,” rumbled Donner, “If he could see transdimensioanlly like we can all the time, he would be an even bigger mess.”
“Justin Swanton – Hell, even the good ones can be terrifying. Do you remember Liljá?” Blitzen said quick as a flash, “Did everything a good reindeer should, gave all she had to the humans, even the flesh from her bones. Terrifying to watch though.”
“Cul – There’s always one smartarse,” Comet blasted, “Has to do a pun or play on words, it’s normally that Bear, but no, someone else has to give it a shot. Or a slash. Probably across some innocent caribou’s throat.”
“Tywin – Is that us?” Vixen purred, “No, just other dimensional versions. It looks like fun, science rather than magic, a bit of excitement, more than just delivering presents, feels like we’re in Star Trek.”
“Ashleyne – Oh goodness, look at poor Rudolph, so ill. I don’t like that one bit. Could it be a portent of things to come, it could be the end of everything! It makes me feel so guilty about how we used to tease him!” Prancer could barely keep still with worry. “Rudolph? Are you feeling okay?”
“mosaix – It looks like they built reindeer to do what we do!” Dancer pogoed with outrage, “Do they not realise there are deeper things we are able to do? At least, it kept Christmas alive, that is the most important thing.”
“Bee22 – Oh what a grim world, at least there is hope. Some kind of hero out to save the day? Umm, you don’t suppose the destroyers were… reindeer, do you? And he went back to make us… nice? Would we know? Would we remember.”
“Oh poop,” Rudolph gasped, “He’s moved on to the Whiskey!”
