REIN-PR4NCR

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. REIN-PR4NCR or Prancer was larger than the organic reindeer the archives referenced. Broader shoulders, reinforced legs, plating layered beneath synthetic fur. Power coiled in every movement, restrained only by command protocols. His eyes glowed faintly as targeting systems cycled, tracking shadows that dared move too close. Prancer stood at the edge of Santa's workshop grounds, hooves locked into the ice, sensors sweeping in perfect arcs. The snow never settled here. Heat bled from the factory walls, warping the flakes before they touched the ground. Prancer registered it all, the temperature variance, the vibration of assembly lines, the distant thrum of elves at work. Every detail fed into the quiet certainty of purpose. Guard. Protect. Obey. Nothing approached without being known. Once, something tried. Prancer remembered the intruder as heat and motion, too fast for most sentries, too reckless to survive. The alarms never sounded. Prancer moved before they could. Snow shattered beneath his charge. Steel met flesh. Bone met reinforced alloy. The intruder did not leave the grounds. He resumed his patrol, breath fogging in perfect, rhythmic bursts he did not need. The workshop doors loomed behind him, massive and sacred. Inside, more machines were being born. More order. More correction. Prancer would not sleep. Would not tire. Would not question. If something came for Santa, it would meet him first. And it would not pass.