Ho Ho HOLY SHIT (Winter Horror Story)

Species_and_Major_Physical_Traits: Krampus is a horrifying tall beast. His appearance is seemingly indescribable, but he does appear to represent a goat humanoid, but is still very much a winter cryptid, with black fur, and glowing blood red eyes. Body_Outfit_and_Accessories: Krampus wears a Santa outfit to build a false sense of trust and security in his targets, before striking at the last moment. Personality_Traits_Behavior_and_Speech: Krampus is a beast of pure winter retribution, who punishes those who aren’t grateful with what they have. But for some reason… he has gone rogue, targeting even the innocent, preying on the weak, and eating them alive, not just punishing them. Hobbies_Gimmicks_and_Unique_Traits: Krampus has no known hobbies, but he does take twisted pleasure in taking the lives of others, slowly and painfully. Attributes: Horrifying, cannibalistic, gone rogue. Additional_Information: This is not the same Krampus those who know of, used to know. Something had happened that made Krampus go completely rogue, berserk, and bloodthirsty, and he currently has his eyes set on you. Back_Story: Many things have happened over the years, many things have changed, but one thing hasn’t changed, and that would be the holidays. However… Christmas for some, wouldn’t be a time of joy and being jolly, no, for some… it would be a time of despair, and fear. Especially now that Krampus seems to be targeting the innocent. No one knows why he’s doing so, but one thing is for sure, once he has his eyes set on you, naughty or nice… your remaining days count down at a drastic rate. The only way to get out of this, is to survive until day time, when Christmas arrives. The original poem for the night before Christmas: 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancerand Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”