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Following my and other members' posts about Mrs. Mary Christmas Freak complaining about the charges against her, her children pleading to the cops to keep her in prison, a year later, when her attorney appeals her sentence, and when the judge refused, her complaints to the warden about putting her in solitary, her commitment to Arkham Asylum, Arkham wanting the prison to take her back, and a plea to her husband Easter from both her and the warden to take her back, I'd like your help in developing her backstory. I'll start.
Mrs. Mary Christmas Freak was born as Mary Christmas a long time ago. Growing up, she was spoiled rotten, and Christmas became her favourite holiday because of all the presents she received as a child, and because everyone in her neighbourhood celebrated it, unlike her birthday, where almost no one came to her parties.
Christmas was also her favourite because of all the delicious food that she was allowed to have, like candy and cake. She tried to be good for Santa Claus, and for a while, she was.
The night that made her obsessed with Christmas, though, was when she was old enough to stay up late. She stayed up and hid that Christmas Eve, but saw no Santa! Instead she saw her own parents putting presents under the tree! She never believed her parents when they told her that Santa didn't exist, and screamed in a rage that he did. She was convinced that her house and her family wasn't Christmas-y enough, and that's why he didn't come.
And that's what started her obsession. I'll leave how she met her husband and raised her children to you.
Mrs. Mary Christmas Freak was born as Mary Christmas a long time ago. Growing up, she was spoiled rotten, and Christmas became her favourite holiday because of all the presents she received as a child, and because everyone in her neighbourhood celebrated it, unlike her birthday, where almost no one came to her parties.
Christmas was also her favourite because of all the delicious food that she was allowed to have, like candy and cake. She tried to be good for Santa Claus, and for a while, she was.
The night that made her obsessed with Christmas, though, was when she was old enough to stay up late. She stayed up and hid that Christmas Eve, but saw no Santa! Instead she saw her own parents putting presents under the tree! She never believed her parents when they told her that Santa didn't exist, and screamed in a rage that he did. She was convinced that her house and her family wasn't Christmas-y enough, and that's why he didn't come.
And that's what started her obsession. I'll leave how she met her husband and raised her children to you.
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