'What can be worse?' I thought in dismay as I crunched on a salt and vinegar chip. 'All of my friends are at Christmas parties and crap and I'm sitting here by myself!'

I suddenly got a great idea and clapped my hands. The scenery around me changed and I started floating around the scenery of one of my many stories, Editor-san warping in as well, Their Gleaming Eyes. I looked at the blood and gore surrounding me and shivered. I don't think Charlotte is up for joining us...

I looked around and saw my editor appear. "Sup!" I called out and waved.

She looked back, confused about the whole ordeal. "What is going on here?!"

"I have no life, so I decided to have my own Christmas party and invite all of my characters from all of my stories..." I replied, then looked around at the scenery before me. "But I don't think we want a blood thirsty vampire joining us..."

"Is it even a smart idea for any of them to meet at all?" She questioned, putting a hand on her hip. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't need to deal with this, but I will."

I began to cry and hug my editor. "Thank you so much!" I began to scratch my head and laughed a little. "Feel up to going to the next story? I think Victoria would be a hit at the party..."

"Ooh!" Her eyes lit up, "That's a great idea! I can bake the cookies and most food." She laughed herself, looking around them, snow all around them after they warped to the house where they were holding the party.

I began to grin and rub my hands together evilly. "Just think, Victoria has the power of creation! I don't have to pay for a thing." I began to chuckle deviously.

"We don't have to pay for anything," Editor-san reminded me, but chuckled at the thought.

"Kukuku~" I laughed. "I'll go get Victoria, you start decorating." I laughed, warping away to Whoops, I'm a Superhero now.

"Hey Victoria," I shouted out to a girl with blonde hair just a bit lighter than mine.

"Who's there?" she questioned timidly, getting into a defensive stance.

"It is I," I stated dramatically, "the all-powerful AUTHOR...OR...OR..." I echoed.

"What? Are you some kind of super villain or something?" She asked in confusion, about to make a cage to trap me in. How do I know that, you might ask. It is because I'm the author, I know all.

"This is taking too long," I said, huffing out one of my infamous sighs. I clapped my hands and we warped inside the house I was holding the party in.

"Sup Editor person dude," I yelled out, gesturing towards a bound up Victoria like a prize just won at a carnival.

She looked over to us, sighing loudly again. "Are you serious?! You can't just-" She paused and shook her head. "Know what? This isn't my problem, I'm just going to keep decorating."

"For one," I stated, holding up one finger. "Sighing is my thing. Stop trying to be cool. And for two..." I started, holding up a second finger. "Heh. Heh. She's your problem now!"

I pushed Victoria towards my esteemed Editor and ran away, many curses spewing from her mouth

"Where to next?" I questioned out loud, ignoring my editors' cursing behind me.

Oh crap. I began to sweat buckets and pulled my hands through my long hair. I have run into a dilemma. I have:

3 Fairy Tail Stories.

3 (Not counting Book one and two, those are just combined) Miraculous Ladybug Stories.

And 2 Naruto Stories......

'I'll start with Fairy Tail.' I decided, warping into the one with the largest amount of chapter: Who is He Really?

I landed in front of the guild hall and smiled. Might as well have some fun while I'm here.

I changed my hair color to a light blue color and made my already blue eyes a darker shade of blue. I transformed my shirt into a white long-sleeved shirt with holes in the shoulders and tucked it into my sky blue skirt with a silver belt around the waist.

I looked down at my outfit and frowned. There were three things wrong with this outfit.

1. I need shoes. I waved my hand and a pair of short, white boots with a blue bow on the side appeared. I nodded my head in approval.

2. My skirt is not covering enough. I waved my hand and a pair of black tights that go just above my calf appeared.

3. Lack of breast. Nothing I can do about that.

"I think I'm as old as Wendy," I stated out loud, remembering how young she looked in the show. "Maybe I'm a year older..."

I straightened my skirt and stomped up to the door and kicked it down. "YO! IT IS I, THE AUTHOR-" I stopped myself with a cough. "I MEAN KYRA AND I WANT TO BECOME PART OF THIS GUILD, BELIEVE IT!"

I looked around the guildhall and you could basically see the word 'silence' written up in the air.

"Daddy, who's she?" a young voice asked, breaking the silence. I looked for the source and saw a young white haired girl. Paisley- a little 6 year old, with a pair of salmon haired twins (of the opposite gender) beside her. I smiled. Ash and Cinder. Two little 10 year olds.

"I AM THE ALL POWERFUL, EVERYTHING DRAGON/DEMON/GOD SLAYER," I shouted. Everyone just gaped at me some more. 'Maybe that was a bit of overkill...' I thought while scratching the back of my head.

I let out a sigh and clapped my hands, not wanting to deal with the drama anymore. I appeared inside the main house; Natsu, Mirajane, Ash, Cinder, Paisley, and Happy beside me.

"Welcome to my Christmas party!" I shouted, throwing party streamers in the air. "Go find the editor and help her get set up."

"Where are we and what happened to your appearance?" Natsu questioned, eyeing my skinny, tall, blonde self.

"I'm having a character appreciation Christmas Party," I yelled. "Now go help set up!" I shoved them into the dining room and made a dash for it, not wanting my editor to yell at me.

Little did I know, I would've been the one scolding her if I went in because she was taking a nap while I did all this work. Geez, it's hard to find good help these days.

"Now for my favorite," I smiled, warping into my favorite world.

"MIRACULOUS! SIMPLY THE BEST! UP TO THE TEST WHEN THINGS GO WRO-ONG! MIRACULOUS, THE LUCKIEST! THE POWER OF LOVE ALWAYS SO STRO-ONG! MIRACULOUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" I sang as I warped to my version of Miraculous Ladybug: On the Run.

I looked around and noticed that I was in a hospital. I face-palmed when I remembered. I never discharged Marinette from the Hospital... I began to sweat nervously.

Finally deciding on my course of action, I confidently strided into the Hospital room.

"Sup Ladybug. Chat Noir," I greeted.

Adrien gasped and jumped to his feet. "How did Hawkmoth locate us?" he questioned furiously.

I raised my hands and sweat-dropped. "Now now..."

"And why aren't you getting air slapped by the author?" Adrien asked frantically. "Everytime people sweat-drop, they get air slapped by the author, so why-"

I cut him off by raising my hand. "It is I, the all powerful author."

Adrien fell to his knees and Marinette just looked confused. "Why have you come to us in your physical form?" he questioned, bowing to me.

"Who the hel-" I walked over to Marinette and slapped her.

"No cussing... or sweat-dropping," I yelled.

"It is you author-san, please forgive her," Adrien cried, a plethora of tears running down his face.

"Why are you here... all powerful author," Marinette questioned carefully.

"To invite you to a Christmas party!" I yelled, pumping my fist up into the air. I eyed them evilly. "You do want to come. Right?"

"Yes," they chirped in unison.

I clapped my hands together and smiled. "Good!" I then let out a sigh and murmured under my breath (something I often do in real life). "And now I need to go get Daddymoth."

I sighed and slouched. I snapped my fingers to teleport Marinette to the party and grabbed Adriens hand. I warped us to Daddymoths lair and turned to Adrien.

"Acknowledge the Hawkmoth in sunglasses as your father... on second thought, call him Daddymoth." I said seriously.

Adrien started to freak out. "Why did you teleport us to Hawkmoth's lair? He tried to kill me last time I saw him."

"Dude, chill. We are good pals and this is a different story," I said, trying to calm him down. "Capisce?"

Adrien nodded and cautiously made his way forward.

"Hey Daddymoth, I just had a talk with author-san and we were-"

"Where is that miserable author?" Hawkmoth questioned furiously. "STOP DOING THAT!" Hawkmoth cried.

"Stop doing what?" I questioned innocently.

"My name is Daddymoth, you insolent author!" Hawkmoth said slowly. "HOW ARE YOU EVEN DOING THAT WHEN YOU'RE STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?" Hawkmoth questioned. I physically slapped him and Adrien continued.

"Anyway, you're invited to a Christmas party," Adrien exclaimed.

"Insolent author standing right in-"

I begin to sob in a corner. "The editor made fun of my joke. I have no reason to live."

Editor-san pops in and picks me up. "We need to hurry up, the party needs to happen!"

"But you made fun of my Harry Potter joke," I cried and then made the editor drop me so I can wallow in sorrow.

"Come on you big baby, we can't let our readers down!" She chuckled and patted my back, starting to drag me away.

"What the heck is going on?" Hawkmoth questioned in confusion. "WOULD YOU STOP THAT?!"

"Never," I responded, feeling slightly better, still being dragged away slowly. "Let me cry in my corner!"

"Technically, that's my corner," Daddymoth argued. "Haha! You said my name right!" Hawkmoth shouted in victory. "STOP THAT!"

...

Author: Go ahead.

Editor: No u

Author: No... you go. I went last.

Editor: No no u again

Author: Fiiinnnneee! Since it's Christmas...

Editor: :))

...

"Um, can we just go to the party now?" Adrien questioned, slightly- scratch that, totally confused by the scene in front of him.

"That sounds good to me," the esteemed Editor said, finally not dragging me anymore. She snapped her fingers and all of us were teleported back to the house, the scent of cookies filling our noses.

"Did you seriously force warp me in my own story?" I questioned.

"Dam-darn right I did!" She quickly said, trying to cover up her cursing with a nervous chuckle.

"Did you seriously almost cuss in my story?" I asked, anger rising.

"Uh-uh.. Oh look, the cookies are done!" She stated, running into the kitchen and out of my sight.

I rolled my eyes and decided to warp to my next story, I'm Fine.

After running into the kitchen and taking the cookies out of the oven, I looked around at everyone gathered, feeling quite bored at the moment.

I decided to go after the author, following her to I'm Fine.

"How is he still awake?" Minato questioned.

"Is that my son?" Kushina questioned.

"No, Fugaku's second son," Kakashi said quietly, trying not to think of his student.

"As in my book?" Jiraiya questioned.

"Kinda," Kakashi said quietly.

"Let's watch the rest later," Hiruzen said.

"Sup," Author-san greeted me quietly, staring creepily around a corner.

"Now this feels weird," I admitted to her, thinking about the original plot to this episode. "Why are we standing around this corner?"

"Urm..." Author-san started. "I kinda feel weird about talking to the characters in this book... It feels... depressing."

"This is your book though!" I said a little too loudly, causing them to look towards. We both shared a look and stayed still.

"I am the ghost of Christmas future," Kyra finally said, causing me to facepalm.

"This is Kyra, I'm..." I had to think of a different name from Weirdly or lazy. "I'm Ko, we're having a Christmas party, you're all invited."

"Urm, actually, just Kakashi and Minato," The ghost of Christmas future- I mean Kyra coughed.

"What?! No, all of them have to come!" I exclaimed, causing them all to look at us weirdly once more. "What?" I said rudely.

"So..." Guy started with tears in his eyes. "YOUTHFUL!!!!!"

"But only Kakashi and Minato are coming," the author deadpanned.

"Fine. Would you like to do the honors?" I made a gesture towards her fingers, asking if she wanted to teleport us back.

"My pleasure," Kyra stated, snapping her fingers. The surroundings immediately changed to that of a festive household. "Is that everyone?"

"I believe so, I'm pretty sure at least," I shrugged.

"I feel like we're missing somebody..." Kyra stated, holding her chin.

"D-did we forget her? She'll use her pool noodle on us!" Fear gathered in my eyes.

The authors' face paled and she began to quiver. She looked down at her hands, her long blonde hair falling into her face. "I never should've created such a monster. If she ever realizes that we forgot about her..." Kyra's eyes widened and she began to sweat.

"We're royally screwed!" I paced back and forth when suddenly the door got kicked down, revealing her.

"H-How did you get here?" Kyra questioned. "I know that I put a door in the 4th wall, but you need a keycard for access..."

She smirked at us and we both shivered. "I don't know, maybe you should be asking yourself that. Auth-or-san," she said with pauses in between in a sickly sweet voice.

"I brought her," Victoria deadpanned. Of course, she has the power of creation and she could've made a portal to her realm...

"Pool Noodle time," Naruko laughed sadistically, pulling out her sealing scroll.

Author and Editor-san extremely paled, looking whiter than Sai is. One ran upstairs, while one ran into the basement, knowing what horror could be brought from just a simple pool noodle.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas," Naruko sang, causing an explosion on the middle floor.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas," sang Naruko as she got the editor in a choke hold, which she made her fear for her life.

Naruko laughed and blew up the basement. Heading for the upstairs and getting now the all powerful author in a choke hold. "We wish you a Merry Christmas; kukuku~"

"And a happy new year!" She finished off.

The whole building exploded with a bang, knocking all the characters including herself unconscious, losing all memories of what just occurred this Christmas day.

"Should we send them back?" the author asked stupidly.

"If we want something like this to never occur again, then yes," the editor replied with a tired tone.

The author snapped her fingers, sending all the characters back to where they belongs. "So... what now?"

"We never speak about this again..."

"Agreed," Kyra said with a sigh.

AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

We hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and/or Holiday season!

-Author-san and Editor-san

{December 25, 2018}

I promise it's still Christmas where I (the author) am.