You struggle to your feet, your legs trembling beneath you. The metallic taste of your own blood lingers on your tongue, and deep down, an unsettling certainty grips you—this is the end.

The creature charges, its hands outstretched, razor sharp claws reaching for you. Just as its touch feels inevitable, a sudden cry breaks the air.

"..!" Spudley yells

Out of nowhere, Spudley barrels into the beast with all its might. The impact is catastrophic—they crash through the window, the shattered glass rains like deadly confetti.

You stumble forward, peering out the jagged frame. Below, the ground is stained with a pool of thick, inky black fluid. Beside it lies Spudley, your beloved, reduced to a sorrowful pile of mashed potatoes. Tears blur your vision as you tilt your gaze upward.

High above, the unmistakable figure of the Riddler sits triumphantly in Santa’s sleigh, the jingling of bells echoing mockingly as he soars into the night.

Spudley saved you, you didn’t save Christmas

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