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Sometimes, some people find themselves aimless, without purpose. During this period, happiness and togetherness could end up not being as jolly as expected. The darkness and cold of the winter will take over, its cold and icy grip taking them.

If not, for a small ray of light that reaches out to give them a new hope.

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Collith sneezes, wrapping as many arms as he can around his shoulders, clinging to the cloak he had pilfered as he walks the lonely streets of Anteronia.

After being knocked out of the Tournament of Pleasure, he was left, once again, alone and without purpose, a servant without a master, a maid with nothing to clean.

Even Estrasa, who had also joined the tournament, had left just as mysteriously. That faint amount of hope snuffing out.

And soon, the days grew shorter, the nights colder, and the weather more violent. White flecks of snow dust the landscape, giving the appearance of cleanliness, but it is nothing but a cover, a sheet, hiding the truth beneath.

The tiny spider boy collapses by an alleyway, breathing heavily, his palps trembling in chittering, shivering. All he had were the clothes on his back, and even they were not much--a dress that looked cute, and that's about it--the last gift his oh-so-generous mistress had given him that he still possessed.

Even the scent of food was a taunting gesture, and wafting from the buildings perks his fingertips and tongue. His many eyes open. When did he close them? And he turns his gaze to the door beside him.

It opens up, and the short green figure steps out, dragging a large bag from the busy and clamorous building within. "Ggg... Take out the trash, Genevieve. It's not like you're a tiny little gob-liiin!" She swings the bag, launching it into the air. It misses the bin it was aiming for and falls downward, straight toward her head!

"Oh fuck me!" She ducks, covering her head, but the bag never lands. Opening one eye, she blinks and peers towards the trash bin, where she sees the whole thing covered in a thick white substance.

"The hell...?" she says, reaching out for it.

"D... don't touch it," Collith rasps out.

Genevieve spins around. "Oh, damn, who are you?"

"Nobody..." The spider coughs. "Just a cast-off."

"Come on. The boss will kill me if a homeless spider curls up on the curb."

--

Collith's mind shocks into action once the warmth of the kitchen fills his soul, the goblin leading him past creatures of all shapes and sizes wearing pink confectioner's uniforms, busy working over stoves and mixers and large bowls. But soon, they are all past that, and she takes him to a place in the back, a place of tiled floors and faucets.

"Get undressed and warm yourself up," she says. "Here, I'll help you," she offers, taking off piece and piece of his dress and tossing it aside, revealing more and more of his fuzzy body.

With his panties coming off, the goblin yelps, jumping back, her face burning bright red. "Oh fuck, s-sorry, I didn't think you were."

Collith burned up, covering his crotch with two hands and his face with two more. "S-sorry," he groans. "I didn't, uh, I sometimes forget, I--" He stumbles back, reaching for one of the faucets. "I'll just get washed myself, and"

"No!" Genevieve yelps, tackling him moments before he could grab the faucet, her chest mashed up against his face, and her legs straddling his waist.

They lay there momentarily, shock and flustering keeping them from moving. The door opens and steps the lean chocolate figure of the store's proprietor, Baker, the food golem. The feminine figure chuckles, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Oh, am I interrupting a little holiday party between you and a customer?" Baker asks.

"N-no, sorry!" Genevieve says, shaking her head. "He was freezing in the cold, and I was just trying to help him!"

"Oh, why were you out there freezing in the cold, little one?" the baker asks, kneeling before the spider offering him his hand.

Collith takes Baker's hand, his many eyes glowing with a new appreciation as he watches the kind smile on the golem's face. "I have no mistress. I am a nobody, sir."

"Oh, but you're not a nobody. You're Collith. I recognize you!" He says. "You deserve better than to be out in the cold. You need a mistress, would I do for that?"

"But you are..." Collith begins, trailing off. "Yes, you can be my mistress!"

Baker giggles. "Alright, Genevieve, get the paperwork ready. I think we have another coworker joining the bakery family."

And the goblin scampers off, leaving the two in the shower room momentarily. "Now, for your first order of business," Baker says, standing up and pointing to one of the faucets. "You're going to clean yourself up and not use the chocolate fountain. That one is for me, not for thee."

--

Kindness can come from anywhere, even in the direst of times, and sometimes, even in the pit of despair, one can find what they need if they just reach out and works. If you reach out and fail, at least you can tell yourself you have tried. If you give up, then can you even say that at all?