A Karaoke Christmas
Pit walked down a long hall of the mansion. Many called it the Lost Hall. It was where most people would go to be away from everything, just relax.
It had only been a few days since the breakup, and the sorrow was setting in. He wasn't eating or drinking much, and he had been avoiding any place Samus might be. He knew he'd have to face the music, he just didn't want it so soon. He didn't pass many people in that hall, one or two other lost souls. But, to his dismay, one of them was-
"Samus!" Pit twiddled his thumbs, "What- what are you doing here?"
"I just needed to think about everything that has happened."
Pit shrugged, "Yeah, I've been needing that too lately."
Samus looked to her feet.
"Look, I'm sorry I-" Pit started.
"Don't be. I'm the one who broke up with you."
Pit shrugged, "Yeah, but I wasn't there for you."
Samus looked around, she needed to change the subject. Fast. She couldn't take anymore of this sappiness. She spotted a poster, "Hey, look at this!" She ripped the poster off of the wall.
"Are you trying to change the subject?"
She looked shocked, "Me? Never. Check it out."
Pit rolled his eyes and looked at the poster. It was light blue, it also had a picture of a microphone in the middle.
"Karaoke?" Samus asked the air in front of her.
"Oh, God. Not one of these." Pit sighed, "It's cringe worthy."
Samus turned to him, "You wanna go?"
"With you? Um, we broke up, remember?"
"No, I meant are you going?"
"Oh. Nah, probably not."
"What? You don't like music?"
"No, I like music fine. I just don't like bad music."
"And what's good music?"
"Look, I'm not gonna get into a music discussion with you. If it'll help me get outta here, I'll go to the stupid thing." Pit stormed off.
Samus just shrugged and walked away.
Link and Red sat in the lunchroom.
"Check it out, Pit's over there." Link said, getting giddy.
Red raised an eyebrow, "Yeah? And?"
"Looks like he has nothing to drink."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Maybe we should get him something."
"Like what? Strawberry? Peach?"
Red thought it through, "No. We can't do that!"
"Pfft! Sure we can! It's just a joke!"
Red breathed out through his nose, "Alright. Fine. But I've got nothing to do with this, right?"
Pit sucked more noodles into his mouth.
"Hey, Pit!" Link yelled from across the room.
Link ran up to him, careful not to spill.
"We got you a drink!" Link said.
"He got you a drink," Pit said as he started to walk away.
"It's apple!" Link smiled.
"Wow! Thanks guys!" Pit swiped the glass and took a big gulp.
Red almost threw up.
"Hey! This isn't apple juice!" Pit complained.
Link's smile reached his ears.
Red looked at Pit, just looked.
"Thanks guys! So much!"
The two boys quickly left Pit alone.
"I can't believe he took it!" Link said, trying to keep his laughter in.
"We are such assholes."
"You. Are. Right." Link said.
Bowser banged on a drum, he had a drum set almost as large as him. Bowser smacked the snare drum with his drum stick. He knew not to hit it very hard, last time he ended up with a hole in his drum.
"Alright, let's do this." Bowser pressed his foot against the base petal three times and started playing. But it wasn't him playing, he knew this much. It was as if he had tapped into some unfound talent, he had no idea what he was doing. And it was amazing.
"In- incredible." Marth walked into the room, almost on cue.
Bowser looked up from his drum set, "What? This? It's just a hobby of mine."
"A hobby? You're awesome! You could play at concerts or-"
Bowser raised an eyebrow, "Or what?"
"I- I need you."
"You need me?"
"No, not like that! I mean for my party!"
"Err... what kind of party?"
"A karaoke party!"
"What? You have to!"
"Heh, no. I don't"
"Think of everyone who'll love you if you do this!"
"What, you mean all three people who're gonna be there?"
"Look, don't underestimate the power of karaoke!"
Bowser rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to go."
Marth started to walk out the door and looked back, "I guess no one will ever know about your skills."
Bowser raised his eyebrows, "Skills?"
"Yep, if people knew... you'd get money, women."
Bowser ran and tackled Marth and shook him, "I'll do it!"
Captain Falcon looked at the rusty hammer in his hands, he then glanced at the nail in front of him. In front of him was a wooden stage, a speaker was propped on top of it. Captain Falcon threw the hammer over his shoulder, he then proceeded to smash the nail in with his fist.
"Holy crap!" Falco dodged the incoming hammer as he walked up to the Captain, "he's really going through with this, eh?"
"Well, apparently he's been wanting to for a while."
"Who's actually holding this stupid thing?" Falco inquired.
"It's Marth." Captain Falcon lowered his eyelids.
Captain Falcon raised an eyebrow, "Why?" He almost didn't want to know.
"Well y'know..." Falco leaned toward The Captain, "He's gay."
"What? You can't honestly believe that? Everyone seems to think that."
"He listens to the Backstreet Boys."
"You can't judge someone on their music tastes."
"Yeah, okay. I listen to Dragon Force." Captain Falcon shrugged.
"Dragon Force? You know they speed up their songs, right?"
"Yeah, it sounds good."
Falco shrugged, "Yeah, you got me there." The knocked on the boards holding the stage up.
"So what do you listen to?" Captain Falcon smashed another nail in with his fist.
"Mostly the Beatles, a little alternative."
"See, I never would have guessed you'd listen to the Beatles. You can't know someone just by the kind of music they listen to."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." There was a silence between them for about a minute, "Fox listens to Miley Cyrus."
"What a douche."
Popo sat at one of the mess hall's tables, he tightly gripped a book. The cover showed white hands holding an apple, in all lower case twilight was printed above.
"Oh, what the hell?!" Popo yelled, most brawlers looked up, the ones who didn't were trying not to.
Here we go again. Olimar thought as he tapped Popo on the shoulder, "Hey!"
Popo jumped, he was engrossed in the book, "Yeah? What is it?"
"What so 'what the hell'?" Olimar spied the book in Popo's hands, "Oh, God. Not that book. I remember reading it. Everyone at the Hocotate Company was reading it, I thought 'okay I've heard great things and terrible things, so I think I'm gonna look into it' big mistake. Quit while you can."
Popo sighed, "I just got to the part where the vampire started sparkling. I'm only reading it 'cause I heard on an internet forum that the main character/vampire performs a C-section with his teeth."
"Pssh, that's not a reason to read the entire book-"
"With his teeth."
"Alright, fine. But really? Twilight?"
"Look, shut up. I'm just want to read the C-section."
"Whatever, just seems kinda stupid." Olimar shrugged, "Heard the movie was shit."
"Probably. I mean, the book is- right?"
Olimar laughed out loud.
Bowser shook his head, "I can barely be seen in this room, let alone play in it." He pointed to the walls, "you did know these were pink, right?"
Marth squinted his eyes, "You sure? Looks pretty blue-ish to me."
Bowser was taken aback, "Are you freaking colour blind or something? What colour is this?" He held up a large yellow card that he had picked off of the ground."
"Now that's pink." Marth nodded a single confident nod.
"Get over here!" Bowser grabbed Marth and started walking with him, "lemme help you with all that decorating stuff..."
Pit walked up to the double doors in front of him. He could hear many loud beats coming from inside, it made him nervous- he was usually extremely secluded so he didn't go to many things like this.
Okay, get it together. It's just a party... God I wish I was playing Kingdom Hearts right now. He thought as he pushed the door open. Inside he saw darkness... a flashing array of lights, and someone atop the stage at the back of the room.
"Everyone here?" Marth said into the microphone, he was the one standing on the stage, "then let's get our first singer up here! Who wants to go first?"
No one responded, none of them wanted to sing in fear of the other's ridicule.
"Hell, I'll do it." Fox spoke up, he knew he had a terrible singing voice, but hey- Marth asked for anyone, right?
"Alright!" Marth handed Fox his microphone, "Here's the microphone, don't screw up, 'kay?"
Fox's eyebrows perked up. He turned to the screen above the stage and read the words scrolling on it.
"Yesterdaaaay, all my troubles seemed so far away."
Pit sat at the back row of chairs, while others stood and clapped he just sat quietly and waited.
"Now I need a place to hiiide away."
He felt someone brush up against him, he turned to see Samus, "H- hey, Samus."
"I'm not half the man I used to beee."
"Hey." She said quietly.
Pit turned away and looked up at Fox, he was now getting off the stage. Another one... Link! He chose a song and started to sing.
"When we were young the future was so bright..."
"You actually came, huh?" Samus finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Fragile liiiiives, shattered dreeeeeeams..."
"Yeah, but I feel so outta place here, though."
"The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn..."
"Well that's because you stay in and play Kingdom Hearts all day!"
"Just plays guitar- smokes alotta pot..."
"Still, this just isn't a place I feel I should be. I mean look, everyone's dancing and having fun, and I'm just sitting here, doing nothing. I don't know how to dance, and I'm terribly antisocial, it seems."
Samus shrugged, "Alright- I see where you're coming from. But you can't let that stop you! Are you any good at singing?"
"Great! Then get up there!"
Pit sighed, "Fine." This is so stupid. He snatched the microphone out of Marth's hands and picked a song: Angel is a Centerfold
"My blood runs cold! My memory has just been sold!"
"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..."
"I hope that when this issues gone..."
"Take your car- yes we will!"
After about 4 minutes of singing, Pit went to sit beside Samus again.
"That had to be the strangest song I've ever heard." Samus said as Pit sat down.
"I should be. I heard it on Radio Psi."
"So who's next?"
The karaoke party went on for hours after that... all was well, Pit was happy, Fox discovered that he wasn't that bad at singing and Bowser... what ever happened to Bowser?
"Dude, I was right behind Marth! I played during the part that you didn't write!"
Well, that's about it! As you can probably tell, I've been addicted to a game lately. Lemme give you a hint: It's fit for a king- just kidding, It's Mother 3 just kidd- wait, it is Mother 3... the translation patch is out... anyway! Yeah, sorry about that- I kinda got this in later than I'd hoped. Oh well, I still got it in by the 25th! You know what that means, right?... It's Brawl Mansion's birthday! On December 25th 2007 I wrote the first little bit of Brawl Mansion (Though I admit, it wasn't exactly the best piece of literature I've ever written... If you can call my writings "literature" ) but other than that, this day means nothing!
"Now hold on a minute!" I looked up from the computer propped on my legs, I stared blankly at Link: posed with his hands on his hips, looking expectant.
"What?" I asked.
"Did you forget what day it is?"
"Of course not! It's December 25th!"
"Right. But I meant what day is it?"
"I just told you."
"It's freaking Christmas!"
"What?" I glanced down at my computer's clock, December 25th.... Christmas you fool! "What a mean clock."
Link pushed the computer's screen down, away from view, "What do you 'spose we do 'bout this?"
"Well..." I thought for a moment, "How about an author appearance?"
Link shook his elfish head, "Those are way too cliché."
I rubbed my chin, "You're right. But the only thing more cliché than a cliché is making fun of a cliché by saying it's a cliché."
"Can't I just make everyone find presents under a giant Christmas tree? I could make Fox give Wolf a box- but it's actually Snakes and... oh wait."
"Next thing you know, you'll be introducing a character named DJ. How about you just say Merry Christmas?"
"I guess that's what I have to do. I don't have any ideas at all and I'm tired..."
"Are you gonna say it, or should I?"
I sighed, "If it'll help me get to sleep..."
Merry Christmas, from the Brawl Mansion!