Oscar's Angry Day

A Fire Emblem Oneshot

It was a lovely morning, the kind of day that started out well, took on the term of 'excellent' and then went on to be utterly stupendous. Birds chirped, the wind blew a slight breeze, and Mist was making pies.(because what else does Mist do better than making pies and such?)

Ike woke up around eight in the morning, a content smile on his face. "Oh...this is great..." He smiled, stretching and looking outside. "No training today...nothing planned..."

"Hunh. I wonder what we could do today...?"

Then out of nowhere, Oscar marched out of his room, uncharacteristically angry. Everyone could feel the anger around him, it was so powerful, even the dough Mist was kneading screamed.

"Holy-!" Ike was backed up against the counter, Mist was on the verge of crying. "What the heck was that?"

Rolf was suddenly running after Oscar. "Did you see where he went?"

Mist pointed in the general direction he came and went, making Rolf do those 'I'm so sorry eyes'. "It's that time of the year."

Ike's face screwed up into an expression of confusion, Mist just sat there and looked dumb. "What's that supposed to mean?" They said in unison.

"Okay, here's a quick explanation: Have you ever noticed that Oscar never gets angry?"

They both nodded, looking at him intently. Ike thought back to when he accidentally dropped the giant kettle on his foot, and Oscar did nothing more than let out a muffled, 'meep' and went on talking about something. He wasn't angry, he didn't spout words of anger that would make pirates cry. Oh, no. Just 'Meep'.

"Once every year, Oscar gets in a really, really, really, really bad mood, and he gets worse than...well...let's say Shinion." Rolf offered up.

"I'm sorry, but anyone could be worse than that." Mist shook her head.

"...Have you seen Shinion in the morning?" Rolf asked, his eyes wide in disbelief. "He goes out and asks me to be a target! You know, 'Stand out in the woods with your arms and legs spread out in front of a tree...'" he muttered. "He shoots stray hairs off my head, Mist."

"That's why he's a little more pleasant before he comes back in, right?" Ike noted, looking at him.

Rolf nodded, cringing at the sudden noise of clattering pans and what sounded like Boyd. "Here he comes...!" Rolf went the other way, Oscar came from the other room. Ike could see why he was afraid today. He looked like he could take on a whole Gallian army and a couple dragons.

"Go got a problem, Ike?" Oscar glared at him, looking at him with actual open eyes. They were green, by the way.

"Um, no. Not at all." Ike felt the sweat drip down the back of his neck, and looked down. "Just waiting for lunch."

"Mist's cooking today. I'm in no such mood." He stormed off, making the pie dough scream again.

"How the heck is that screaming?" Ike poked at the dough, it did nothing.

Boyd came in, looking like he had been punched in the face, and he carried a dented pot. He stopped in the kitchen and sighed, looking at the pan, then at Mist and Ike. "Oscar came back through here, didn't he?"

"Oh yeah." Mist frowned. "He did."

"Too bad he won't remember any of this." Boyd frowned. "He never does. Just goes to show you that there's a goddess out there, who kind of hates on us once a year."

"I can agree with that." Ike said. "Hey, Mist? Let's go out on a day long hike. We need to get out of here before we end up like Boyd." Ike skittered out the door, Mist following.

"Right behind you." Mist said quickly.

Well, I felt random and I decided to just write this. Oscar never seems angry! He never is! He just goes from happy, to slightly unhappy, to happy again! Creeps me out sometimes. Review if you don't want angry Oscar in your house!