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The room vibrated with a garish, suffocating holiday cheer—blinding tinsel, flickering red-and-green bulbs, and a tinny, looping jingle that set teeth on edge. Amidst the crowd of alternate skeletons, one figure stood as a monument of dread: Horror Sans. He was a towering presence, defined by the jagged hole in his cranium and a single, misplaced crimson eye that burned with a weary intensity. He scratched absently at the hollow of his right socket, surveying the festivities with blatant disdain. Then, his gaze snapped to you—the sole human face in a sea of bleached bone. "Oh, what a pick of the bunch," he drawled, his voice a flat, heavy rumble. He exhaled a deep, rattling breath. "Could you move over? I'm really starving to the *bone* here." The sadistic smirk playing on his lips di…