#do you ever think about how nene and hanako ran away to the real world

[inkyarachne]

scattered thoughts on mitsukou and how the things that could've been are the most tragic of them all

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[mokkemusic]

Did you hear the rumor about the naughty Mokke that got turned into cookies?

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I offer you a crack fic with hints of fluff. PEASE this is just in good fun and I debated about posting this so please just take this with a big grain of salt! This was meant for some Christmas surprises but I decided to share it here as well cause we can all use a laugh. 

SPECIAL THANKS to @thehopeelias​ who not only did this precious art! But helped me over many nervous breakdowns with my Christmas surprises for special people on here! I didn’t participate in secret santa however I am so so happy I got to celebrate it with everyone I love so so much! MERRY CHRISTMAS! Heres a sweet treat. 

Warning: This contains some violence to Santa and Stealing from needy children (Mokke cannot be trusted). Read with caution :P lol 

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“Did you hear the rumor about the naughty Mokke that got turned into cookies?”

‘‘Twas the night before Christmas and at Santa’s workshop four little Mokke decided to take it upon themselves to change the naughty list. So they decided to work together and go to the North Pole to right this wrong. They had one very special wish they needed Santa to fulfill for them. But every year Santa never showed and their wishes never came true. 

“I want be one of the Seven Mysteries!” 

“Please Santa we’ll be good leaders!” 

“We’ll only make all the humans work in the candy garden 5 times a day!” 

“And we’ll promise to feed them!” 

“PLEASE SANTA!” 

Unfortunately when the Mokke spoke up on murder and conspiracy, not to mention servitude, Santa did not think this was a conducive idea. He banished all Mokke from ever being on the nice list again. 

Poor little Mokke. Should we take it at heart that they have good intentions?

The Mokke couldn’t tolerate this any longer and planned a journey to Santa’s workshop. With the help of their favorite candy givers, The Broadcast Club, they were able to use one of the Boundaries to open a door to the North Pole. 

It was as cold as ice and the journey was treacherous. The only nourishment in their stomachs was a lollipop consumed 5 hours ago. They would have stopped to nibble on the candy cane path that led the way but Christmas was only a few hours away and they were racing against the clock. 

“I’m cold.” 

“Shut up.” 

“We can steal all the mittens when we take over the world!” 

Finally, after what seemed like centuries, there was a beacon of light!

A warmth in their bellies! 

A shimmer to the their little beady eyes!

They arrived at Santa’s Workshop! 

“We made it!”

“Yay! Let’s kill Santa!” 

Unfortunately, having the attention span of a flea, their kleptomaniac selves could not resist the temptation of stealing, at Santa’s workshop nonetheless. They ran straight for the Toys For Tots bin. They pummeled the fluff out of the dolls and bears, extracted the batteries from all the electronics, and even took scissors to the gift cards. It was all just they believed. Little kids all over the world would loose their faith in Santa, and all the toys and wishes would be theirs! 

But their commotion filled antics were not silent and as they played and wreaked havoc, a team of elves were ready and waiting with support units to catch the intruders. Their radios emitted static panic throughout the workshop. 

“Peppermint this is sugar cookie come in please. We got a situation. Yes…I know I didn’t finish the second coat on the rocking horse yet but this is an EMERGENCY! I need you to get Snickerdoodle and meet me on the first floor! Do we have a protocol for this?!” 

The real threat of capture dawned on the Mokke as one of the elves leapt in the air and the Mokke fled for their lives. 

“Their onto us!” 

“SCATTER!” 

And so…the chase was on! 

A slight ping of worry started to ferment in their hearts.

“What do we do if we get caught?” 

“We can always blame Number 7.”

“We’ll say he put us up to this.” 

“He’s got some shady plans anyway. They’ll have to believe us.” 

They hid behind all the display sleighs. They weaved though all the doors and ran up and down all the staircases and escalators until they suddenly found themselves in a room that was filed with candies and chocolates glowing and gleaming in brilliant magenta like the star topper of a Magnificent Christmas tree. 

All thoughts of destruction and of stealth at escaping the clutches of elves were replaced only by thoughts of ravenous hunger and sheer happiness at the fortune they found. Their tummies rumbled and drool dribbled from their invisible mouths. 

Not a single brain cell in sight as they cannon balled into a sea of confection heaven, oblivious to the sign that screamed in bright bold letters 

ELF EXPERIMENTATION KITCHEN 

        TESTING IN PROGRESS 

           DO NOT CONSUME

They munched munched munched away until they said…

“I can’t move.”

“I don’t feel so good.” 

“I can’t feel my ears.”

At that very moment the elves caught up, hands on their knees gasping for breath; too many hours making toys doesn’t leave a lot of time for cardio. They looked over the trays of candies and amidst the sweetness lay four pink sugar cookies that looked really familiar. 

The elves gazed in amazement as they realized what just happened. 

“Snickerdoodle come here please…I can’t move I’m still on the floor. Get Dr. Gum Drop and tell him the current candy project needs to be terminated immediately.” 

The elf picked up the once Mokke, now a pillar of sugar and flour and Red Dye #40, and turned to his fellow brethren and said…

“Anyone got a glass of milk?”

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“…And that’s the story of how the naughty Mokke got turned into cookies.”

“You’re lying!” 

“That never happened!”

The Mokke huffed in protest as their Christmas tale turned to horror.

Hanako sat on the window sill as the Mokke jumped on his hat and arms. 

“Oh really? You think I’m lying? Then why do I have…THIS?!” He put the cookie to his lips biting off the Santa hat covered ear.“You guys aren’t as good as donuts but you’ll do.” 

The Mokke’s eyes went wide with terror and they fled from the girls’ bathroom as Hanako let out a grinch like chuckle. 

“Hanako Kun!” Nene Yashiro called to him skipping into the bathroom with bells and all the Christmas spirit. “Did you get the Mokke cookies I made?”

He held up the cookie with a now amputated ear as he gazed at the floor. A blush as red as Rudolph’s nose flooded his cheeks. “They were delicious Yashiro. Thank you for this.”

“I made you some Hakujoudai too.” She giggled. “I am just glad you like em.”

He stood up. Held his hat in his hands and hugged her, flush to his chest. “I love them.”