A Micro for Christmas

It was a white Christmas in San Frescose. The snow had been coming down hard for days with no sign of it stopping. The weather reports warned of an oncoming storm; possibly a blizzard. While this would be no problem for most, it was proving very problematic for stray micros with their lack of shelter. As a result, every adoption shelter was doing their best to find and house as many strays as possible. Lucille's hospital was close to full with poor frostbitten micros and most other facilities were running short on room as well.

For Natasha, it looked like another lonely night watching the snow fall as she began her walk home from work. However, before she got far, she heard a noise and noticed a small rut in the snow in a nearby alleyway. Upon close inspection, she found that there was a micro trapped under the dumpster. A child with demonic wings, a matching dark gray hat and coat, and a stuffed bunny that was missing parts. The poor child was shivering, pale, and terrified of her.

"Hi there, little one," Natasha said, "Why don't you come on out? You don't belong somewhere this cold."

The child reacted by wrapping himself in his wings as if they were a defensive cocoon.

"G-go away!" the child shouted in fear, "I taste dirty and yucky!"

"I'm not here to eat you," Natasha replied. "I'm here to help you. I can give you a nice warm home where you'll be safe."

The child slowly unwrapped himself and shakily started to slowly walk towards Natasha.

"No hurties?" the child asked. "Promise?"

"Promise," Natasha responded. "All you have to do is come with me. Do you have a name?"

"J-J-Jack," Jack answered, "My name's Jack."

Natasha lowered her hand to the ground and Jack climbed aboard; holding tightly onto her finger as she stood up. Natasha slowly and gently placed Jack into her cleavage and walked the rest of the way home. Jack had gotten the best Christmas gift possible: a home.