Molly's visage snarls and then sighs, "Ryan I'm trying to get you on the nice list and to go to bed, you need to learn your lesson here man." Otherwise I'll have to use my eLf MaGiC to turn back time and urge you to reconsider."
[[Go downstairs to the fridge]]
[[Nah.|You're an elf!]]Ryan had a thought but quickly dismissed it as he remebered that his parents told him to go to bed. DEspite his wishes to see Santa what he wanted more was to actually see his presents on Christmas morning and that wasn;t going to happen if he ended up on Santa's naughty list. Having this revelation sent chills down Ryan's spine as he then qickly shut his eyes and now hoped Santa wouldn't notice his disobediant behavior tonight when consulting his all knowing list.
[[Ryan goes to bed]]
[["Wait, who is that voice?"]]Ryan suddenly shoots up from his bed coming to his senses. What little voice just spoke? was it his imagination? Was this some cruel joke his mind was playing on him? Or was it a clue to Santa's whereabouts?
Ryan gets up out of his bed and crouches on the ground to look for the source of the small voice. The dark room making it hard to distinguish leftover toys from dirty clothes.. Until he remembered his flash light in the nightstand by his bed. Ryan quickly reached inside and turned on the bright light, when he did he saw a amall outline at the foot of his bed. It was a small person about 12 inches tall. with pointy ears and a small green coat with a red scar. Small pointy boots tapped impatiently as the small being crossed their arms complete witha disaproving brow raised at poor Ryan.
"[[You're an elf!]]" shouted Ryan.
Ryan has officially bottomed out
[[Ryan goes to bed]](set: $teddy to true)
Your ever loyal companion: buddy is currently slobbering on your last salvation to presents on christmas morning. You'd have to trade him something to make him let go of his new chew toy.
suddenly Ryan gets a brilliant idea:
*Fake throw a ball*
Buddy's ears perk up and he raises his head to meet eye level with you. As Ryan reaches his hand up Buddy's floppy ears wobble as he turns his head sideways giving Ryan a curious look.
Ryan winds up like a professional baseball pitcher preparing to throw a fast ball.
Buddy jumps to his feet.
Ryan lets it soar to the roar and applause of the imaginary crowd, cheering and roaring fill the young boy's head.
Buddy runs after the ball narrowly avoiding an antique lamp, left in his wake is a small brown plush bear.
[[Bring Molly the bear]]
[[Molly wouldn't want the wet bear... maybe we can bring her cookies still? |My cookies?]](if: $Milk is true) ["Ryan, thank you as part of the anciant laws of the elves our bargain is complete. I shall give you the sands of sleep and you will be able to go to sleep in time for Santa." [[Sweet dreams Ryan]]]
(else:) [Ryan, I am trying to help you get back on the nice list. Please help yourself man. [[Go back to the fridge |Go downstairs to the fridge]]. Or else I'll have to reset time again with my eLf MaGiC [[You're an elf!]]](if: $cookie is true) [
Molly chows down on the delicious box of chocolate chunk bits with extreme extra filling extra large edition. Her stomach turns a bright pink as Ryan figures she is having some sort of allergic reaction to the cookies.
[[Sweet dreams Ryan]]
]
(else:) [
Ryan, I am trying to help you get back on the nice list. Please help yourself man. [[Go back to the fridge |Go downstairs to the fridge]]. Or else I'll have to reset time again with my eLf MaGiC [[You're an elf!]]
](If: $teddy is true) [Ah thank you Ryan, I don't want this but I wanted to make you do this so you'd know what it feels like to have some consequences for your actions, you are young now but when you get older your actions will have a big impact on the people around you. Ehh why is this bear sopping wet? [[Sweet dreams Ryan]]]
(else:) ["Ryan, where is the bear?", you look down as you see your hands empty as you look around you see you faithful dog playfully chewing on the bear across the hall. It must have slipped it out of your hands while you weren't looking as you traveled around the room.
[[Ah! The dog!]]
[[Ah that's gone maybe just giving her the milk is fine|Warm milk?]]
]Ryan heads downstairs to the fridge and opens the heavy magnetic door, his vision is filled with flourescent lights. He sees the beautiful whole milk nectar and the delicious creamy cookies that the elf wants.
(if: $milk_path is true)[
[[obtain the milk]]
[[Maybe you misheard, (head upstairs to ask again) |Warm milk?]]
[[Deny the Elf the nectar |Back to milk loving Molly]]
]
(if: $cookie_path is true)[
[[obtain the cookies]]
[[Back to the cookie snackin' snake (Molly)]]
]
(else:) [
What I'm I doing here?
[[The beginning]]
]Ryan, takes the bag of sand and returns to his bedroom. Where he sees a small hole in the wall of his room chewed and tunneled through. "That must be where Molly came in from".
Ryan climbs into bed and tucks himself in. The bag feels soft and well used. He takes a pinch and steadys it over his head. When the bag's weight shifts and slips right between poor Ryan's fingers and empties right all over.
He falls into a deep deep sleep.
Ryan went on to sleep like a baby until he woke up around noon the next day.
Have a Merry Christmas Afternoon everyone!
[[The beginning]]Ryan runs up to the chimney eager to see Santa Clause. His eyes widen as the black charcoal colored boots come into view. The creaking of the house comes to a stand still as a deep warm voice fills the air, "Uhp, I'm a little stuck, would you be a dear and help me, Ryan?". Quickly the young man pulls on the leg of Santa until with a loud *plop* Santa comes spilling out of the Chimney finally.
Ryan looks up at Santa with almost an apologetic look, "Santa, are you going to put me on the naughty list?", "Ho! Ho! Ho! Why of course not! My dear boy I've seen you all year, you are a good son and a good brother to your sister. Theres nothing wrong with a child wanting to learn and explore. You want to see so here I am!".
Ryan's heart warm at the honest expression. "But you should go to bed it's late and I have to put all these presents underneath the tree. You'll ruin the surprise y'know!"
"Oh right! Thank you Santa!", "Of course!".
"Wait one more thing before I go to bed-", "Of course my dear boy what is it?", "If it was okay to see you? Why send that Elf to try to get me to go back to bed?".
"What Elf?"
[[The beginning]](set: $cookie_path to true)
Ryan furrows his brow in though, "Do elves eat chocolate chip cookies?" He asked Molly.
"Ryan, I can't begin to explain to you the complexities of elf physiology, my stomach is growlin', momma wants some cookies.".
[[Go downstairs to the fridge]]"My favorite stuffed animal? Why my favorite one?". "It has to mean a lot to you so that way you learn a lesson. If it was just a regular old stuffed animal it would be meaningless.".
"Wow, now who's the mean one?" ryan asked.
"look those are my terms." said Molly impatiently.
[["No, you little green freakazoid"]]
[[look around the room for "your favorite stuffed animal"]]Ryan as a good boy should, went happily to sleep. Not staying up trying to get a peek at ol' saint nick anymore but settling on just being able to peek at his presents in the morning. Wistfully our young protaganist fell deftly asleep dreaming of savory gumdrops and rich milk chocolate fountains, small mice with candy canes dancing the waltz while a choir of birds sang "silent night". Ryan himself dancing and playing in the dream all thwe whle knowing in the morning he was to get his just rewards. Goodnight everybody and thank you for listening to Ryan's tales. Ho. Ho. Ho.
[[The beginning]]"Here is the sand to help you sleep Ryan, pour a pinch on each of you eyes and then you will be asleep before dawn. Now Santa will see you slept like a baby all night like your parents asked of you.". "Thank you Molly y'know between the two of us, I think you are the meaner of the two but I still thought about what it means to be nice".
"Uh huh."
Suddenly Ryan hears a shuffling down the chimney, it's Santa it has to be. But what should Ryan do? [[Meet Santa?]] He might only get this one chance and what's a year worth of presents compared to meeting Santa?
Or should Ryan [[Go to bed?]] He finally has the sand and can sleep. Maybe some things are best left to the imagination.(set: $milk to false)
(set: $teddy to false)
(set: $cookies to false)
One frost bitten evening, there was a very young boy no older than 8 years old. It was Christmas eve and he could hardly sleep a wink. His parents had tucked him into bed a little more than an hour ago. but he was more awake than ever. Determined to catch Santa Claus delivering presents to his stocking and underneath his tree. His name was Ryan and while his eyes were pryed open adamant, not missing a potential sign of Santa's arrival, his head was drowsy with thoughts of sugarcanes and brightly colored presents. His head bobbing side to side wrestling the sandman's call.
To make matters worse he was now hearing voices whispering to him: "Go to sleep young man! It's not polite to disobey your parents wishes.", Ryan paused and thought to himself.
[["That's right! I should go to sleep!"]]
[["Wait, who is that voice?"]](set: $milk_path to true)
Ryan took a deep breath, "Warm milk... like Santa Clause?", "Yeah the old guy gets all the cookies and milk while we have to help out in his workshop.". "w-why aren't you in the workshop?". "That's none of your business right now, what you should be concerned about is whether or not you can prepare me some milk."
[[Go downstairs to the fridge]]
[["No, you little green freakazoid"]](set: $milk_path to false)
(set: $cookie_path to false)
Ryan blinks a few times, his sharp Santa finding senses immediately identifyed the small figure at the foot of his bed. He excitedly shouts, "You're an elf!". The elf looks up at Ryan with a disapproving furled brow. "Why are you still awake young man? Santa doesn't give gifts to naughty boys who don't go to bed on time."
Ryan couldn't believe his eyes, this has to be one of Santa's helpers, and it's standing right in front of himat this very moment. Proof, living proof of Santa! "Are you from Santa's workshop?" Ryan asks excitely.
"I don't answer rude little boys", "Oh I'm sorry uh my name is Ryan, what's yours?"
The small Elf's demenor relaxed and she sighed, "Molly, nice to meet you Ryan. Now what are you doing up? Your parents asked you to go to bed?". "I can't I have to stay up to see Santa!".
"You baffoon, If Santa sees you awake you won't get any presents.", Ryan's excitement soon turned to serious reconsidering of his situation. "But wait nooo I'll go to bed! I'm sorry talk to him for me, help me Molly.", "Hmm", Molly appeared to think deeply but she already knew her answer. With a warm smile she responded, "No."
"Unless you can do one thing for me. I have some magical sandman dust, this stuff will put you right to sleep but I'll only use it if you get me either a glass of warm milk, give me some cookies, or... your favorite stuffed animal!"
Ryan had seconds to decide...
[[Warm milk?]]
[[My cookies?]]
[[My... favorite stuffed animal?]]Ryan sneakily looks around the room for "his favorite stuffed animal". Easily finding an old torn up giraffe on the floor Ryan intends to hand it off to Molly but seeing the old giraffe did bring back memories of childhood nostalgia. He intead decided on an old teddy bear that used to belongs to his little sister.
As Ryan Picks up the graham cracker colored teddy bear, he remembered how his sister used to love to dress up and comb the bear. She really loved this plush and now Molly was going to take it from you for nothing, just to take it from you to teach a lesson. Maybe you don't want to hand it over...
[[Bring Molly the bear]]
[[Deny the Elf her precious bear|"No, you little green freakazoid"]](set: $cookie to true)
Ryan grabs the box of delicious chocolate chunk bits with extreme extra filling extra large edition. "Either this will shut her up or put her out to pasture, either way works for me", thought Ryan jokingly.
[[Back to the cookie snackin' snake (Molly)]]
[[]](Set: $milk to true)
Ryan gets his grubby hands on the pint of milk in his fridge.
[[Back to milk loving Molly]]
[[Ryan now holding the milk decides it's too good for the elf! |"No, you little green freakazoid"]]