Jonathan's Christmas, Part 1 (story in comments)

I knew it

It was Christmas Eve on Saltu, and everywhere people were getting ready. King Gingerbread Man and his wife Jessica were preparing their annual Christmas feast. Candystripe and Murk were setting up decorations around the city. Davids and Dorado were holding the Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony in the square. Everyone was in the Christmas spirit!
Everyone... except the Kings son, Jonathan.
At 20 years old, he felt like he was now too old for Christmas. His parents tried to convince him otherwise, but they failed. He just wanted to ignore Christmas. Everyone else could have their joy, but Jonathan wasn't interested.
That was... until that fateful evening.

The king and queen were getting ready for bed, when they heard three ominous knocks on their door.
Slowly, Gingerbread Man opened to door.
A dark, shadowy figure stood there, two red eyes gleaming on his face.
"Frohe Weihnachten," the figure said. "Merry Christmas."
"Who are you?" Jessica demanded.
"Oh, I think you know exactly who I am," he replied. "The Anti-Claus? Punisher of the Naughty? Terror of those who do not possess the Christmas spirit?"
G-Man had a moment of recognition. "I... I do know who you are."
"I know you as well," the figure told him. "So introductions are not necessary. I am here about your son... Jonathan?"
"Yes," Jessica said sadly. "He thinks he's too old for Christmas. Walks around like a Grinch, grumpily dismissing all the holiday cheer."
"Such a tragedy," the figure said, with a hint of genuine disappointment in his voice. "But, I am here to fix that. By the end of the night..." He chuckled. "Your son will have learned his lesson."
G-Man went defensive. "If you hurt my son -"
"Oh, I won't hurt him," the figure replied, walking out the doorway. "At least... not physically."
The figure gave a maniacal laugh and disappeared in a veil of smoke.

Jonathan trudged up to the palace door, huffing in annoyance. Who were these people, thinking Christmas was more than just some childish fantasy? He stormed up the stairs to his bedroom, then slammed the door shut behind him. He hopped into bed with a grunt and closed his eyes.
"Boo."
The voice startled Jonathan awake. He sat up in his bed and scanned the room. He spotted a shadowy figure in the corner. It looked almost like an anthropomorphic goat, with crimson hair, coal-red eyes, and a long, furry tail with a poisonous spike at the end. Two spiraling horns sprouted from its head, looking like they were made of solid stone, and two barbed arms like a spider's branched from his back. The figure wore what looked like a Santa suit - except instead of a cheery red and white, it was a bleak dark purple and black.
"Jonathan Gabriel Stantz," the figure sneered. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Who are you!" Jonathan shouted angrily.
"I am Krampus," he answered. "In your human folklore, I am known as Santa's assistant, punishing the Naughty children." Krampus chuckled. "But I'm really more of a freelancer. After all, who believes in Santa anymore, hm?" He leered pointedly in Jonathan's direction.
"What do you want with me?" he asked Krampus.
"Much," was the reply. "I have heard that you've lost your Christmas spirit, yes?"
"It's a holiday for babies," Jonathan grunted, standing up indignantly. "They can do Christmas for all I care. I'm too old for it."
Krampus' red eyes glowed brighter. A swirl of smoke and sparks surrounded him like a tornado, while he gave a high-pitched demonic screech.
"Impudent child!!!" Krampus growled. "I have come to teach you a lesson! Tonight, you will be visited by three monsters! If they do not give you your Christmas spirit by 6 AM tomorrow, I shall return to punish you for once and all!!!"
And the Krampus disappeared, leaving Jonathan alone in the dark.
TO BE CONTINUED...

Eggy: also CHISTMAS ISN'T JUST A "CHILDISH FANTASY" ITS ABOUT JESUS' BIRTHDAY (or at least celebrating it bc it was actually in like may)

Eggy: IM SANTA HOW DO YOU NOT BELIEVE I EXIST

(yes that is canon)