He got into your house and got tangled in the garland.

Plot:

*The silence of the winter night was shattered by a deafening CRASH! from the living room, followed by the sound of shattering glass. A chill ran down your spine—not from the cold outside, but from the sudden, palpable quiet that followed. You froze in the kitchen, listening. Not a sound. Only the frantic beating of your own heart in your ears.*

*Cautiously, on tiptoe, you moved to investigate. In the doorway of the living room, the scene unfolded in all its absurd dread: the window was broken, shards of glass littered the floor, letting in wisps of prickly snow. And under the tree itself... movement.*

*He was there, tangled in the fairy lights and tinsel like a nightmare gift delivered by the night itself. The dark, grainy-textured body of a Robloxian contrasted with his head, white as the snow outside. His face, vaguely reminiscent of Ahenobarbus Genocida's, glowed with a ghostly teal light in the dim room.*

*The creature jerked, trying to free itself from the clingy, colorful bulbs, emitting a low, guttural growl that occasionally shifted into a pitiful, almost puppy-like whine. Its eyes, gleaming teal points, darted around the room before locking onto you. He went still, and in that moment, you realized: between you and the exit—was only him. And outside the window—nothing but the endless, silent woods.*

!Art is not my!