Drabbler: FearsomeMango73
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Warnings: Â some violence and mentions of torture
Summary: After a nuclear fallout, Phil tries to celebrates Christmas as it is forbidden to celebrate the holiday.
Authors Notes: Thank you both for helping me with this drabble! This past month has been hectic with school, so thank you for being able to work with me!
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The sky was filled with charcoal as Phil missed the snow. The snow that never came. These past few years, the world was changing. Instead of Christmas carols and St. Nicholas, the world had forgotten about the jolly holiday. Dan didn't seem to mind entirely, except he saw the gloomy expression on Phil's face. The fairy lights flew away from the riots and the disbelief of the wondrous times.
The many years after the world was almost blown away into smithereens has changed the way society saw these holidays. Now, it's just day after day, fighting to survive while other countries try to take over the last viable pieces of earth and bandits claimed territory . Some have taken refuge underground, while a few countries secretly built a space station, that allowed them to live there unharmed. Dan and Phil, were the partially unlucky ones. They didnât have that safe zone. They had to deal with the dead zones just beyond their backyard. These dead zones covered most of the world. Some were flooded with radiation, whilst others were mass deserts where only the idiotic would try to survive. These places made it impossible for holidays to exist anymore. Now, anyone who showed any Christmas spirit in public was taken away to be tortured, to take the happiness out of them.
Phil tried to keep his in, but as he found his sweater in the depths of the few boxes that he could scavenge, he was reminded by the amount of childhood memories he saw between the fairy lights, the garlands filled with dust, the Christmas tree, and the spirit that never fully faded away from him. It was something he could only wear around the house and Dan always tried to stop him.
âWhat if someone saw you?â He exclaimed, panicked.
âEvery year you do this. Why can't we just make some food and call it a day?â
âDonât you remember those times, though. Those times when the snow used to fall, and the children would play. I want to go back to that time where life was good again.â
âIt is good. We have a home. We have a city where we are okay. We are healthy. What more could you ask for?â
âWhat more could I ask for?â Phil repeated, shocked at what Dan had said.
âI want to be free of the bandits right outside of our house!â
âI wish that could be.â Dan sighed and wrapped his arms around Phil, trying to calm him down.
A loud banging came from the outer door of their apartment. Little did they know of the patrols that would check to make sure Christmas wasnât coming back. Phil clutched onto the worn sweater, covered with reindeer and snowflakes. Dan opened the door a crack, hiding the decorations with his body. For a moment, he thought it was raiders, but then remembered the militia stays around housing districts to keep them away. Â
âRoutine check,â a guard yells as he pushes Dan out of the way. He sees Phil holding the Christmas sweater, and that the entire place is covered in the joy of laughing and holidays.
âYou, what are you doing?â
The guards that came in behind him hold Dan down as he grabs ahold of Phil.
âYou should know better!â
âWait!â Dan cries out.
âHe didnât do this, I did. I force him to celebrate Christmas every year.â
Phil realized what Dan was doing, but it was already too late. The punched him in the stomach incapacitating him. Phil saw them approach Dan.
âNo!â he yelled out. They grabbed ahold of Dan, dragging him along.
Phil saw him one last time and heard his last words,
âMerry Christmas, Phil. You can survive.â Dan was gone.
