My first oneshot :)
The Mushroom Kingdom is property of Nintendo. The Festival of Lights is just a made-up holiday by me.
Such bright lights strung on the walls and over the village square. What a warm atmosphere it was! So many citizens walking and talking about, a merry smile adorning each of the round faces. The sweetest laughter rang throughout the town as each of them celebrated the Festival of Lights, a holiday designated on the Mushroom Kingdom's victory in the 1933 war. Children played tag and chased each other all over the place, their shoes kicking up a small bit of dirt with each step. Others tried to catch a pet goldfish in the mini-pool, while a clown kept kids of all ages entertained. Bits of cotton candy and drips of soft drinks littered the ground.
One was not doing any of these things.
No, instead he watched as everyone spent this joyous evening with his or her someone special—no matter if it was a family member, a friend, a pet, or a lover. No one was alone.
Except for him.
He crept into the shadows of an old brick building and watched with beady eyes as she smiled with him. That disgusting, attention-stealing jerk. Never once had he thought that perhaps there was someone he was inadvertently ignoring, that there was someone cast into darkness as he bowed extravagantly in the spotlight, did he? Of course not—he was always enjoying a high-quality lifestyle, always the good guy. And most of all, he had her.
The girl with the chestnut colored hair. The girl with the brightest blue eyes. The girl blessed with fair complexion. The girl who, above everything else, was the girl he loved. The girl he loved, but would never know it.
No, she would live a normal, blissful life. She would marry someone who wasn't him, would bear kids of someone who wasn't him, and would be buried next to someone that wasn't him. She would laugh with someone who wasn't him, cry with someone who wasn't him, hug someone who wasn't him, and yell at someone who wasn't him.
He noticed everything about her. He noticed the way her hair curled at the tips. He noticed how she would grimace when she tripped in her ridiculous shoes. He noticed how she smiled so brightly when she looked at…him.
He watched bitterly as he leaned in to kiss her, and watched still, even when his inside screeched at him to stab him in the chest. He envisioned the killing in his mind, savoring what relief and delight the mere thought brought him—but then he stopped. This is the exact sort of reason why she doesn't like me, he thought with contempt, the exact sort of reason why she prefers him over me.
The visitors to the festivities started to leave, eager to get to the hills and watch the fireworks cascade over the night. The couple he watched left too, and soon it was just he and his thoughts.
So that's it. Since it's never actually stated who the people are, fill in the blanks with whomever you choose. But it's always going to be Waluigi in my mind.