The following fiction is based on the Nintendo franchise WarioWare with various WarioWare characters included, which was inspired by a easter egg in the original game! To all those who stumble upon this little story, I hope you enjoy it!

It was a peaceful starry night at Diamond City, as everyone was soundly asleep, with their heads resting on their pillows. Everyone had a rough day and merely wanted to sleep tucked under their warm sheets.

Jimmy T, even in his dreams, just wants to dance all night long and sees himself practicing some dance moves.

Mona was dreaming of how Wario's nose looked cute. But no matter how much she ran behind him, she felt like she couldn't reach him. She never seemed to tell anyone about her crush. She hopes some day, to be able to tell him how she really feels.

Dribble and Spitz were dreaming about all the crazy customers they had attended to in their taxi business and Dribble had envisioned a nice well-cooked steak afterwards as Spitz dreams about his yarn ball and milk.

9-Volt, on the other hand, was still awake playing his Nintendo 3DS all while avoiding his mother. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep though and she caught him eventually.

Dr. Crygor was dreaming about a invention that might be his best one yet. Whether he'll use his dream to inspire himself in the morning is still unknown though. Penny Crygor was dreaming about getting her own Nobel prize.

Kat & Ana both dream about their home land and their parents and how together, no matter how hard the obstacle might be, will always overcome their fears to soon mature into courageous ninja warriors.

But what is Wario dreaming of at this instance?

As the moonlight hits his house, you'd see a glance of his room in his place. Resting his head in his worn out pillow and tucked in his ragged bed, you could see him with a rather strange look in his face.

"Muh..." Wario was turning in his bed, with a distressed expression in his face, sweating nervously.

Wario wasn't quite sure of where he was in his dream, but for some reason, he was holding someone's hand.

"...?"

Slowly, the silhouette took its hand away from him. He felt uneasy, which was something he'd ever rarely experience as it did. He felt chills down his spine as this figure distanced away from him.

"... What is this?..." He questioned himself.

"... Wait, wait!"

The figure turns back. Surely enough, it soon felt familiar to him.

"... Mona?"

Sure enough, the figure responded with a smile. He wasn't sure why, but seeing her smile back made him feel at peace. She tried to reach for his hand.

He suddenly became hesitant, but tried to slowly approach her hand with his. His hand was trembling in fear. It didn't take long for him to grab ahold of her hand as gently as he could.

"... Her hand feels so tiny..." He felt like he could break it at any moment. As he realizes how big his hand is compared to hers, she tries to hold her grip harder. For a brief moment, his heart seemed like it was about to burst. It was a dream and yet, that grip felt so close to him and real at the same time.

As they reached near, she suddenly falls on her knees and loses consciousness which takes him by surprise.

"... M-Mona?!" There was no response as she laid in his arms. All he could do was stare at her as she remained lifeless in front of him.

"Mona! Mona!"

He grew more and more desperate by each second, feeling like something important was taken away from him. He kept calling by her name, but there was still no response.

His guilt and anguish became overwhelming and he couldn't take it any more. "Mona!"

"Wah!"

He suddenly wakes up with his face drenched in sweat. As he clenched to his sheets, he tries to catch his breath as his heart still raced.

It was only a dream.

It still felt real to him though. He wasn't sure of what to make of it.

"..."

All sorts of thoughts ran through his head, but one stood out the most.

"... Am I starting to care about her?"

It felt awful, feeling so much dread over the mere thought of something happening to her. He didn't even realize he could feel this way over anything since he never experienced it.

"If this is how it feels to care about someone, I want none of it!" He shook his head trying to clear his mind off from the dream.

His sheets suddenly looked like they had small drips on them from somewhere. He didn't even realize he was crying just then. His hand shook a bit before he reached his face with tears streaming down his face and started wiping them.

"Getting me in this condition..." As Wario wipes his tears as if they were nothing, he covers himself with his ragged sheet into his bed and drops his head on his pillow trying to get back to sleep.

"Stupid girl..." He hummered to himself as he closes his eyes.

"Making me feel like this..."

Wario quickly fell asleep. Before falling into deep slumber though, he kept his hand near his chest, just above his heart.