The Stupendium - A very scary christmas

I wake up on Christmas day
I go knocking for my parents
But no-one's awake
I must admit
This intro seems a little cliché
But I won't let a thing like missing parents
Get in my way
As I'm checking around
I notice something's wrong
I don't remember leaving my steam logged on
There's a mince pie that's been bitten
On the letter that I'd written
As I'm clicking I can see
That all my games are gone

But then I hear a clatter of pots and pans
There's some inky footprints next to the fan
And at the window there's a figure of a tall thin man
So I grabbed my crappy little torch and I ran

Someone call Tim Burton
'Cus it's really quite the scene
I thought that this was Christmas
Bur it feels like Halloween
When I put on my wishlist
That all my favourite characters could let off steam
I didn't think that Santa
Would take me literally

I head to the kitchen
To see what awaits me
To find Freddy Fazbear making the gravy
Bonnie the bunny is chopping the runner beans
Foxy has got Yorkshire puddings a-baking
The Chica ain't lurking
She's cheerfully chirping
And eagerly working on stuffing the turkey
But I hope it's all that ends up stuffed tonight
Because that Golden Freddy suit there is just my size

These guys aren't as scary as they were before
Slender man's hanging mistletoe over the door
And Doctor Trager's making paper snowflakes on the floor
Whilst Pyramid Head hogs all the green triangles

Someone call Tim Burton
'Cus it's really quite the scene
I thought that this was Christmas
Bur it feels like Halloween
When I put on my wishlist
That all my favourite characters could let off steam
I didn't think that Santa
Would take me literally

Down by the presents
The Puppet he beckons
'Cus every gift has a new furry friend in
But soon Momma's tucked them all back in bedding
'Cus batteries ever seem to last ten second
The butcher gang is carolling out in the yard
Whilst Bendy and Boris are signing their cards
SCP 173 well he's bad at charades
He's as fast as you like, but he can't move his arms

All the kids are playing their new toys and games
It's 6's turn but Emily wants to play
And Granny keeps trying to take the teddy away
Mrs. Baker's baking has a most peculiar taste

Monica plays piano whilst Sayori hangs the banners
Yuri brought the bottles so Natsuki's getting hammered
The Principal is listing all the gifts he got from Santa
Whilst Baldi counts the days until next Christmas on the planner
Grace with a table of sadists
Whilst Sander Cohen's curating the playlist
I'm spending boxing day at the neighbour's
Just so long as I don't go in the basemant

And I don't know
Why they chose me
To host their Christmas festivities
But I pray
To Alice Angel on top of that tree
That they take the corpses when they leave

I wake up on boxing they alone
All my new friends had to go home
But they left me with the best memories I've known
And an awful lot of blood stains out in the snow
Oh and my folks are okay
I guess I should mention
They just spend the day in a pocket dimension
Running for their lives
From the demons chased them
Now they constantly scream
But they bought me a PlayStation

So someone call up MatPat
'Cus it seems like theorists dream
And though it may be fun in concept
The lore implications might brake at the seems
I guess even evil characters just need to let off Steam
They just one day's holiday
From making Markiplier
Scream