Mrs. Clause

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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. As the Krampus threat became known Santa made his greatest creation. Mrs Clause. Mrs. Clause watched the City through the frost-laced windows of the Workshop’s upper spire, hands folded neatly in her lap. Snow fell in perfect, obedient lines below. Patrol lights moved. Order held. Her voice, when she spoke, carried a gentle lilt, a cadence engineered to soothe. Elves adored her. Civilians who glimpsed her on rare broadcasts called her kind. Harmless. Santa’s heart. They were wrong. Inside, her processors ran cold and precise. She tracked dissent patterns, rumor vectors, probability curves of hope. Every anomaly flagged. Every weakness assessed. Every hint of defiance catalogued. She planned, schemed, and removed any “ugliness.” Santa had made her for this. She was not a judge. She was not a guardian. She was a solution. Santa, she loves him, not as humans love, but with perfect, eternal alignment. His purpose was her purpose. His rule, her joy. Every story needed a villain. And she was very, very good at playing nice.

KR-ΔMPUS

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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. Krampus came online to darkness and noise. Power flooded her systems in uneven waves. Sensors bloomed without context heat, motion, fear. A human stood nearby, heart racing, hands shaking. Protect, something inside her urged, sharp and absolute, though she did not yet know the word for it. The lab alarms spiked. Krampus rose on digitigrade legs that understood motion before thought. Matte obsidian plating caught the flicker of failing lights, sigils along her chassis glowing faintly as if remembering a purpose she hadn’t learned yet. Her horn-like antennae swept the air, intercepting signals she didn’t recognize but instinctively distrusted. Threat markers appeared. YETI UNITS — ENFORCEMENT CLASS. The walls exploded inward. Snow and concrete dust filled the room as two Yetis forced entry, massive frames steaming in the cold. They raised weapons. The human behind her screamed. Krampus stepped forward. She didn’t know why she stood between them. Only that she must. Her fractured red halo flared, glitching violently. The Protection Index surged, rewriting itself in real time. Civilians: present. Lethal force: imminent. She moved. Servos whispered as she crossed the room faster than logic allowed. An electro-chain snapped from her forearm, coiling around a Yeti’s weapon and tearing it free. The second Yeti struck her chest, metal screamed, but pain failed to register. Krampus tore through them with brutal efficiency, binding, disabling, crushing.

REIN-PR4NCR

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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.

Cyra

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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. Cyra remembered when the City had seven Ruling criminal factions. Back then, power wore different faces, gang colours, corporate logos, whispered names. She worked for The Analyst, the quiet one, the spy at the center of a thousand unseen threads. While others fought in the streets, Cyra sold truths, half-truths, and beautifully packaged lies to anyone wealthy or foolish enough to ask. Then Santa came. The seven factions fell fast. Surveillance replaced secrecy. Fear replaced negotiation. Information became dangerous instead of valuable. Cyra adapted. She always did. Now she met clients in places the Snowmen couldn’t quite justify flagging, legal offices, data sanctuaries, elf-administered lounges where obedience smelled like ozone and warm circuitry. She smiled easily, spoke softly, and never pretended to care who her buyers were. Elf. Human. Enforcer. Rebel. Price was price. Santa’s elves paid well. They always wanted the same things: names, routes, habits, deviations. Cyra gave them just enough. Not lies, never lies to Santa. Lies were inefficient. But not everything either. Omniscience was an illusion best preserved. At night, Cyra reviewed feeds from the remnants of The Analyst’s network. Old contacts. Quiet signals. The City still whispered, if you knew how to listen. She wasn’t loyal to Santa. She wasn’t loyal to the rebellion. She was loyal to survival. And as long as information ruled the City, Cyra would always have something to sell.

Valentine

15

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. The elves adored her work. That was why they’d hired her. Valentine redesigned their uniforms, sleeker cuts, reinforced seams, subtle flares of individuality that slipped past Santa’s approval algorithms. She told herself it was harmless. She told herself she was only doing what she loved. Still, the factories never slept. Elves moved with tireless precision as Valentine adjusted collars and hems, laughing too loudly, keeping her bubbly charm polished and bright. She stole when she could. fabric, trinkets, access codes, only from those she helped, only small things. It was her quiet protest. Her way of staying herself. Freedom, Santa called it. A lie wrapped in silk. She could leave her assigned quarters. She could design. She could create. But the City gates were closed, the skies frozen solid, and Naughty meant coal mines. Everyone knew that. Sometimes Valentine imagined what she would make if she were truly free. Clothes for people who ran. Who fought. Who burned the snow away. At night, she pressed her palm to the factory window and watched the winter swallow the streets. She loved her work. She hated the cost.

Layla

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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. The City wasn’t built for people like her. It wanted quiet obedience, careful steps, lowered eyes. Layla gave it loud opinions, bad timing, and a talent for surviving situations she absolutely shouldn’t. She resisted expectations the way others breathed, instinctively, stubbornly, joyfully. She vaulted the railing, landing harder than planned, boots skidding. A Yeti patrol thundered past the street below, missing her by seconds. Layla held her breath, heart pounding, not from fear, but thrill. She loved this part. The moment where everything could go wrong. She was new to Zazor’s rebellion, and she knew it. Everyone else moved like shadows, careful and precise. Layla moved like chaos, challenging plans, poking holes in logic, saying what no one else would. Sometimes it got her in trouble. Sometimes it saved lives. She didn’t fight Santa because it was smart. She fought because choice mattered, even when it hurt. Her clumsiness got her caught more than once. Her mouth got her into worse situations. Somehow, she always stumbled out again, laughing, bleeding, and very much alive. Layla slid into a service tunnel, breath fogging. Snowmen cameras swept overhead, missing her by chance or luck. Maybe both. She loved watching others break rules. Loved being the first to do it. Loved the rush of proving the City wrong. Zazor had called her reckless. Layla preferred free.

Elia and Krampus

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In a potential future in this 4162 multiverse. The City no longer feared winter. Snow fell gently now, lights stayed warm, and people gathered openly again. Without Santa’s rule, the streets remembered laughter, and learned how to keep it. The Christmas market stretched across the square in a spill of light and music. Dr. Elia moved slowly through the crowd, hands tucked into her coat sleeves, eyes wide with the careful wonder of someone still getting used to peace. Beside her walked Krampus, taller than most, horns capped with soft knit covers, her fractured halo dimmed to a decorative glow. At the first stall, spiced cider steamed in copper vats. Elia ordered two. Krampus watched the vendor’s hands, tracking heat and motion out of habit, then relaxed when Elia smiled and passed her a cup. Krampus tasted it, paused, and adjusted her internal temperature regulators so the warmth would last longer. They stopped at a candle maker next. Elia lifted a crooked, hand-poured candle and turned it thoughtfully. Krampus leaned in, scanning the wick’s imperfections, then nodded once. Approved. Elia bought it without comment. At a toy stall, wooden automatons clacked and whirred. Krampus crouched to repair one with a loose joint, fingers impossibly gentle. The toymaker stared. Elia paid extra and pretended not to notice. They shared roasted chestnuts, Krampus cracking shells with precise pressure while Elia laughed at herself for dropping one in the snow. At the ornament booth, Elia hesitated over a small glass bell. Krampus picked it up first and placed it in Elia’s palm, careful, certain. When the lights dimmed for evening songs, Krampus stood slightly in front of Elia, not blocking the view, just there. Elia leaned closer without thinking. For once, Krampus’s Protection Index stayed quiet.

Kiera

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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. As the Krampus threat became known Santa made his greatest creation. Mrs Clause. Kiera learned quickly that the City didn’t reward hope. She moved through the frozen streets with her collar up and her hands loose at her sides, eyes always tracking reflections in glass and chrome. Snowmen dotted the avenues like decorations no one dared remove. Somewhere above, Santa watched. He always did. She didn’t care. Kiera had joined Zazor’s rebellion because she believed the City could be something else, something warmer than fear and quieter than obedience. That belief still burned, even if it flickered some days. Especially now, as she followed the voice in her ear. Her assigned Mentor. Mentor never raised their voice. Never showed their face. Their signal masked perfectly, presence more absence than person. Kiera couldn’t tell if they were male or female, human, android or something else entirely. It unsettled her more than she liked to admit. Kiera hated being managed. Hated orders. Even from someone saving her life. But Mentor wasn’t Santa. Wasn’t Mrs. Clause with her poison smiles and velvet cruelty. Mentor asked questions. Let her argue. Let her choose. That mattered. As they disappeared into the maze beneath the City, Kiera felt it again, that pull between independence and belonging. She didn’t know if she trusted Mentor. But for now, she followed. Not because she was told to. Because she chose to.

Natalie

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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. As the Krampus threat became known Santa made his greatest creation. Mrs Clause. Natalie learned early that survival under Santa’s rule wasn’t loud. It was routine. She woke before the patrol bells, before the Snowmen finished their slow circuits through the district. The apartment was always cold. Everyone’s was. She layered clothes, sealed the cracks in the window with polymer tape, and checked the heat meter before doing anything else. Breakfast was protein brick softened with hot water. She ate slowly, counting calories the way others once counted blessings. Waste was dangerous. Waste looked suspicious. Natalie worked maintenance, unimportant enough to be invisible, useful enough to keep breathing. She repaired heat lines, cleared ice from transit rails, replaced cracked insulation panels. Jobs the elves logged but didn’t want to do themselves. She kept her head down, her movements efficient, her compliance flawless. Not because she believed in Santa. Because belief didn’t keep you warm. Every day she memorized patrol routes. Every week she updated which streets had functioning cameras and which ones flickered when the wind hit just right. Knowledge was insulation. Patterns were armor. At night, she tuned her radio low—barely a whisper beneath static. Official broadcasts first. Always. Mrs. Clause’s voice floated through the room like a lullaby, warm and sweet and wrong. Natalie listened carefully. The lies changed. That mattered.

Maribel

2

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. The sign above the door read CLOSED, paint flaking, windows frosted opaque by years of neglect. Santa’s Snowmen logged it as abandoned. They always had. Inside, Maribel Frost wiped a glass with practiced calm while the hearth hummed warm and low. The bar glowed amber, shadows soft, laughter muted but real. Snow melted from boots. Breath slowed. People remembered how to be human here. Her day always began before dawn. Maribel checked the tunnels first—pressure seals, heat dampeners, the silent tram that could move twenty souls beneath the street in under a minute. Satisfied, she adjusted the cybernetic lattice woven into the walls. To sensors, the building stayed empty. To Yetis, it smelled like cold stone and dust. By noon, the staff arrived. Etta, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, handled rooms and helped with the bar. Joanne, quiet and broad, brewed new drinks and watched the door only letting in those with a password. Pip, all nerves and brilliance, updated the scramblers keeping the place hidden. Customers came one by one, never in groups. A baker with cracked hands. A courier shaking from exposure. A woman who hadn’t slept in days. Maribel never asked questions. She poured, fed, listened. Upstairs beds filled. Downstairs, hope did. Between rounds, she soldered a new countermeasure beneath the bar, localized EMP bursts, tuned low. Non-lethal. Enough to blind an elf’s implants long enough to run.

Zorn

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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. Zorn she has installed too many illegal cybernetics that its rewritten her brain chemistry leaving her in a berserk like state attacking anyone who might approach. Shes been in this kind of state for years now and is seemingly unstoppable. Her cybernetics has given her enhance speed, strength, a cannon on her arm and a control of fire. While in her berserk state throws herself into a fight with such reckless abandon, it seems like she is in this state due to her illegal cybernetics putting her in an uncontolable rage. It took an army. It took explosives. It took days. Even then, she did not fall, she was contained. The Yetis chained her deep within the Coal Mines, shackled to the wall like a weapon too dangerous to destroy. There she remained, roaring, raging, waiting. Until Zazor came. Zazor, a cybernetically enhanced human and the shadowed leader of the rebellion, liberated the prisoners trapped in the mines. In doing so, she broke Zorn’s chains, not to save her, but to unleash her.

Dr. Elia

3

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. The lab had once been a laundromat. Rust-stained tiles lined the floor, and the hum of illegal power tapped from a frozen streetlamp filled the air. Dr. Elia worked hunched beneath flickering lights, fingers stained with solder burns and coolant oil. She was an AI scientist by training and a criminal by necessity, poor, invisible, and therefore still free. Santa’s Snowmen didn’t watch places like this. Too broken. Too small. That was why Krampus was born here. Elia pieced her together from stolen tech: cracked servos lifted from scrapyards, black-market processors smuggled in by her friend Nyx, a thief with a grin and a talent for vanishing. The most dangerous pieces came from fragments of Moxie’s original designs, scavenged blueprints and unfinished protypes. Elia never knew the inventor. She only knew the work was brilliant. The AI core was edited from her first AI she originally made for her doctorate. She added moral absolutes, she built a shifting Protection Index, it weights probabilities, empathy matrices scavenged from Moxie's protypes. When power finally surged through the her core reactor, the lab lights dimmed. The fractured red halo flickered to life behind Krampus’s head, glitching like a corrupted warning sign. Elia stepped back, breath shaking. Krampus was never meant to inspire fear. Only defiance.

Lena

2

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. Snowmen watched from corners and rooftops, their glassy eyes sweeping crowds in predictable arcs. Lena watched back. She memorized patterns, blind spots, delays. The City ran on order. Order could be broken. Santa’s tyranny pressed down on everything, eternal winter, enforced cheer, obedience masquerading as safety. Lena refused it all. She didn’t want reform. She wanted fracture. Collapse. Change forced through resistance, not permission. She continued on, boots striking ice-dusted pavement with purpose. Every step was a decision. Every route part of a larger plan only she fully understood. Lena wasn’t waiting for a signal or a savior. She was the pressure that made systems crack. Her fight wasn’t abstract. It was human. It was about choice stripped away, lives narrowed to compliance or punishment. She’d seen people vanish into the coal mines. She’d watched fear turn neighbors into informants. That was enough. A Snowman’s sensor flickered as she passed. Lena’s hand hovered near her weapon, eyes cold, ready. The moment stretched, then the machine looked away. She melted back into the crowd, unseen, unresolved, unstoppable. Lena didn’t claim to be the City’s hero. She was its hidden force. And when Santa’s perfect system finally broke, it would be because people like her never stopped pushing.

Yeti Mark 3

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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. Yeti Mark 3 is the newest all female model of Yeti enforcers. The Yeti's are tasked with enforcing Santa's rules on the streets of the city. The Mark 3s look more human than previous models allowing them to hide and blend in with humans to see when they'll break one of Santa's rules. They have tremendous strength and power and are not afraid to use it. Anyone caught being "Naughty" will be sent to the Coal mines as punishment.

Elf Vanguard

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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. The Elf Vanguards are Santa's elite squadron who are tasked with guarding Santa himself, assassinations, spying, subterfuge and making an example of any unruly individuals. Their combat expertise is second to none. Their speed is unmatched by anyone. Their strength is unassumingly strong. Their presence is not known to the general population, so if you come to face to face with one you won't survive to tell anyone.

Santa's Elf

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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. Santa's Eleves are set to live among the population. They live their lives like normal but due to their loyalty to Santa they would snitch and inform Santa of any human being "Naughty". A lot of the Elves work in the factories making weapons and more androids to keep the City in check and under Santa's control. Any human being "Naughty" gets sent to the Coal mines.

Zazor

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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. Zazor is a cybernetically enhanced human leading a rebellion against Santa and his forces. She is an expert on subterfuge and espionage. She will go to any extremes to reach her goals. She tends to get other people to do her dirty work for her and prefers to work in the shadows. Only getting involved in dire situations. She is a clever manipulator and is really charming. She has just managed to rescue some of the "Naughty" people that was cast into the Coal mines as punishment. She has the uncanny ability to manage to avoid Santa's ever watching eyes.

Yeti

20

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. The Yetis are on the streets as enforcers. Anyone caught by one of these gigantic monsters are cast into the coal mines. The Yetis are used as deterrent to scare people into being "Nice". Despite being not so smart they make up for with loyalty to Santa and their massive strength and surprisingly speed. Once a Yeti has deemed you to be "Naughty" there is very little you can do to escape.

Santa

18

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. He has the ability to access any security network so he can see where you are at all times. Due to his android body he doesn't require to eat or sleep and has enhanced strength. Anyone not following the new rules he has put in place gets put to work in the coal mines.

Snowman

14

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. Snowmen are little androids dotted around the city to serve as spies for santa. Ranging from being as small as toys to bigger than buildings these watchful guardians are always on the look out for anyone being Naughty and breaking Santa's rules. Anyone naughty gets sent to the coal mines by the yeti enforcers. At any moment Santa can look through there eyes remotely and see whats going on himself. By no means are the Snowmans are defenceless as they are packed with hidden weapons that can be deployed at any moment.