A Cold Sort of Fun

Just a drabble I made for my brother. Yeah, it really only focuses on a few characters, but that was all I could think of.

It was a cold day.

Scratch that. It was a very cold day, so cold that even I, Jigglypuff, needed a shawl.

And then, some sick person (I look decidedly at DeDeDe) decides that maybe it would be fun to have a snowball fight. But does he suggest to do it perhaps, on Pokemon Stadium Two? No, he wants to have it outside. I look around, glancing at the many wary faces. I see Link, Zelda, Meta Knight, Falco, Samus, Lucario, Mario, Luigi, just to name a few, that look ready to kill, or, at least KO.

So here I am, regrettably, reluctantly dressed in a snuggly winter shawl, ready to defeat the opposition by a long stretch, to send them blasting off into outer space, to beat the pants off the goons who like the idea…and maybe to get pwned myself. My eyes widen in horror as I realize the mass of mushy, goopy snow mere centimetres away from my face. I brace myself for the cold, wet feeling.

"War!" I declare, angered about that last hit. I launch countless snowballs at the other side, aimed the band of snowballers that sent that last packed snowball.

…great, I'm one of those goons now too.

But still, some people obviously don't want to participate. I see a masked figure, away from the commotion, reading peacefully. I wonder what it is. I hope it's not "Calculus for Advanced Students" or something like that.

I don't really want to join Meta Knight, though. After all, I need some revenge. I see Pikachu nearby charging up an electrified snowball and sent it hurtling towards Unfortunate Victim Captain Falcon. What a great idea! I call the Ice Climbers over, explaining it hastily and charging up the iceball. We send it flying over, and cheer at our sudden victory.

The game goes on for hours, now using attacks to create Super Balls. Finally, when we turn tired and more so, cold and wet, and the sun starts to peak under the horizon, the whole lot of us trudges back into the Smash Mansion. The prospect of hot chocolate and talk full of mirth seems inviting now.

"Hey Meta Knight!" I call to the Star Warrior, who hadn't noticed anything. "We're going back in now!" He looks up gratefully, nearly done the book. It's "Twilight".

So, finally, a day of fun nearly over, I'm finally glad to go back inside.

And maybe, just maybe, I've changed my idea of a blustery, snowy afternoon.

END