Me: Hi, again! Since word count includes ANs, I'll try making mine brief!

Pittoo: Stop calling me that!

Me: Quiet, you! Saves words! For Fem!Robin, I renamed her as Roseclere since Robin's already the male. Big thanks to my friend for drawing my cover! It's a pissed-off Pittoo with a Santa hat and Rudolph Pit in the background. I couldn't ask for anything better, DM!

Secreto Santo

"Hello, everybody! Thank you for being here!" Master Hand waved to all of us. A few Smashers waved back while others grumbled to themselves.

"Not like we really had a choice," I muttered to myself.

The glove continued, "Since it's Christmas time once again, we would forgo our usual tournaments for the celebration of this holiday. You are free to do as you wish so long as you still abide to the rules. That means no killing, no stealing, no eating each other, no torching others, no kidnapping others, no Falcon-Punching others when you are annoyed, no using godly powers as a means to destroy others, no settling personal grudges by some other means I have not mentioned, etc.

"As it is our custom, we will be doing a Secret Santa Activity. This is to ensure that everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, will receive a gift and not feel left out. I have gathered you all here today to write down your names and the top three things you would want for Christmas. After you finished writing, hand up your papers. Please wait until everyone is done. I'll have you all come up one-by-one to draw another Smasher's paper. If you drew your own, please put it back and draw another one. You may leave once you got your victim-er, I mean, present-receiver person thingy. On Christmas day, we will all gather around the Christmas tree in the Great Hall to give each other the gifts. Please be present on that day. You are not obliged to be limited to giving only that person a gift. Feel free to get others gifts as well. You are obliged to join and you cannot say no. The limit is sixty dollars to include Wii U games.

"Princess Peach, you are excused."

"Wait! Why is she excused?" Mega Man asked. Mario turned to stare at him. The robot noticed and tried to explain. "Not to be rude," he quickly said, "but just curious."

"She gets a present for everyone, regardless," Luigi informed the robot. Princess Peach nodded happily as she stood up.

"I'm going to make some Christmas cookies, so come into the kitchen later if you want some!" she cheerfully left, the double doors closing behind her.

Great. This really stinks. Why the Underworld did I have to participate in this stupid activity? I don't even like Christmas or more than half the guys living in the mansion. I might have to waste my own money to buy a gift for somebody I hate. They're probably going to ask for presents at the sixty dollars limit. Besides, I knew that nobody in here, nobody at all, would be able to get what I truly want. Well…maybe Link, Zelda, and Ganondorf when they get the Triforce thing together since it could grant wishes.

A piece of paper and pencil suddenly appeared in front of me, beckoning me to take them. I grudgingly did. I looked around to see some fighters scribbling on their papers, others in deep thought about what they want. I snorted at Pit's rapid writing. I started a bit when he suddenly raised his paper like a flag with a huge smile on his face. "Done!" he raced down towards Master Hand to give it to him. Palutena giggled a bit.

"Pit is excited as ever for Christmas," she turned back to her paper. "I should ask for something outrageously huge to overwhelm my Secret Santa."

…gods, I hope I don't get hers. Or Pit's for that matter. Heck, I hope I don't get anybody's at all! More Smashers were handing their papers to the glove. The smaller fighters were chattering with each other loudly, bragging about what they want for Christmas. I tried to block out the sounds and scowled at my paper, the lines devoided of what I want. I thought for a moment before standing up. Palutena's statement, surprisingly, inspired me in knowing what to write.

Nothing. I simply left my paper blank. Not only would it fluster my Secret Santa, if I was lucky, they wouldn't bother to get me anything (especially if it was one of the villains…). I couldn't really stop Princess Peach, but maybe I could stop somebody else from "spreading the Christmas Spirit" to me.

I walked down towards Master Hand, folding my paper as I go along. I gave it to him before returning to my seat. I wasn't the last one, so we waited for some more minutes until everybody was done.

"Thank you. Now, would you all please draw one? Remember, no sharing who you got!" Master Hand gave a wave. A top hat filled to the brim with folded papers appeared. It floated over to Mario, who reached it and got his paper. It took a while for the hat to reach the Kid Icarus section since we were in the middle. I watched Pit as he extracted a paper. A huge grin lit his face when he read the name. However, his face turned confused. A look of thought eventually replaced the confusion. I suddenly felt curious, wondering who Pit got. I shook my head quickly to clear the thought. That information was irrelevant; I didn't need to dawdle on it. When the hat got to me, I reached in and grabbed the top one inside of shuffling it like many others. Once I got my paper, I stood up.

Pit looked at me in surprise. "Aren't you going to see who you got?" he asked. I scowled at him.

"Doesn't matter."

"What if you got Robin or Ness?"

"Doesn't matter."

"But I thought you guys were friends!"

"Maybe we are, maybe we're not. How should I know?" I muttered as I made my way towards the door. I was about to head towards my room again when Ness waved to me from the kitchen.

"Dark Pit! Come to the kitchen! We have cookies!" he held up a Christmas tree-shaped cookie sprinkled with red. Seeing the sprinkles reminded me of my glitter problem. If Ness was in the kitchen, Robin was probably in the kitchen too. Maybe his stupid lint-roller idea would work. I walked over to the PSI kid. He grinned widely and proceeded to run back to his table. Robin, his twin, and Toon Link called out a greeting to me. I was right; Roseclere was wearing the exact same thing as Robin with the colors reversed. Toon Link wore his red tunic. Instead of his normal, green hat, he had on a Santa hat. If I remembered correctly, Link was wearing something similar to Toon Link; made sense-ish…I gave them a curt nod before taking a seat. Ness pushed the plate of cookies towards me. I hesitated before taking one.

"Fancy seeing you here, Pittoo," Peach smiled happily as she walked past with a fresh batch of cookies. "You don't come in here very often."

I looked at her, not exactly glaring, "Please stop calling me that."

Peach pouted, "But it's cute! Pittoo!"

I plugged my ears, "Seriously. Stop." I unplugged my ears and bit the cookie. Finding it pretty good, I quickly scarfed it down. I reached for another one.

Roseclere grinned, "You must have inherited the sweet tooth from Pit, eh, Dark Pit?" Her, I could glare at. Undaunted by her remark, I took another cookie and relentlessly swallowed that one too. She just chuckled a bit, "No need to get sour on me. But it does make sense in a way, since you are a reflection of Pit's hidden personality."

"I'm not just a reflection of that idiot's personality!" I slammed my hands on the table, surprising everyone.

Robin held his hands in front of him, "Whoa! Calm down, Dark Pit. We know that."

"Do you really?" I glared. "Do you really know that?"

"Dark Pit, what are you saying?" Roseclere scowled at me. "Of course we know that. You wouldn't be here if you're not 'just a reflection'." I returned her scowl and grabbed another cookie. The tense silence stretched uncomfortably over our table. The silence didn't last long as Peach walked over with another plate of cookies.

She smiled at me in an attempt to calm me. "Did you like the cookies, Dark Pit?"

"…they're delicious," I grunted.

"That's good! Then you just eat to your heart's content, all right?" Peach placed the new plate in front of me. She hummed happily as she walked away.

"Look, Dark Pit. We're worried about you," Roseclere pointed at me. I ignored her. I reached for another cookie to eat. "You've been acting cranky and giving into your anger more than usual. You're losing your cool. The normal Dark Pit would have retorted with a snide remark rather than explode. What's wrong? You can tell us."

"And have you give me therapy? Please," I rolled my eyes. As I finished my cookie, I stood up from my seat. I grabbed two more cookies before turning and walking away. As I closed the door behind me, I heard Toon Link say:

"He really likes sweets, doesn't he?"

I took the stairs by two to return to my room, finishing both of my cookies along the way. I did my usual ritual of locking the door immediately after I stepped in. I was about to flop on my bed again when my window showed a translucent reflection of me. The white wings speckled with red and green glitter in my window reminded me of my own wings. I ignored the reflection and gently pulled my wings to the front. I grimaced at my forgetfulness of asking Robin for his lint-roller. That was the real reason why I went into the kitchen in the first place.

I immensely regretted going there, despite my good fortune of the cookies. I was reminded of what I was seen as and how the world constantly scorned me. I usually ran away from them, but whenever a holiday rolled around (except Halloween because that holiday is freakin' awesome), I couldn't help but mull over my troubles while everybody else went out to celebrate. Seeing everyone else so happy and whatnot made me sick, especially when they were spending so much time with each other. I couldn't stand the sight of everything. Even when the other Smashers asked me to join them, some feeling stopped me from doing so. I always refused, taking on the lone wolf persona. I couldn't help it. I didn't feel like I had the right to join them. I was just a clone of Pit, not somebody special and original to spend time with the others. Pit was enough to satisfy their needs. Even if I did join, it would just mean that there were two Pits in the group now. How annoying would that get?

I released my wings, letting go of the paper for my gift-receiver as well. It was a little crinkled from my hard grip. I forgot that I had it in my hand all this time; I had eaten the cookies with my left hand. I reached down to grab it when the name jumped out to me.

Lucina.

I felt the blood rush to my face at the sudden realization that I was Lucina's Secret Santa. How stupid could I get?! I didn't think it was even astronomically possible for me to get her paper. Lo and behold, some jerk from above just had to have a stupid sense of humor. Now that I got Lucina's paper, there was no way now that I could ignore this stupid Christmasy activity. If I had gotten somebody else, I wouldn't waste so much energy and effort in my gift. But for Lucina…

I quickly picked up the paper to see what she wrote down. Her handwriting was really neat…the first thing she wrote was a good book. She was probably influenced by her mother…Her second gift choice was a carousel picture frame. Huh…The last thing she wrote was "anything sensible". Great…Maybe I should get her a book. Nice and easy and on top of her list. But for some reason, I didn't feel like that gift would be adequate enough. The carousel picture frame might be a good choice, but what did Lucina mean by "sensible"? Clothes? Jewelry? A new sword? Armor?

I was probably over-thinking it…I left the paper on the floor. I buried my face into my pillow, dreading the day of Christmas when I have to give Lucina her present. "…I hate Christmas…"

Pittoo: ...I really hate you.

Me: Yeah. I'm pretty sure the "jerk" you were talking about was me and every other fanfiction writer.

Pittoo: At least every other writer has the decency to write quality stories.

Me: Hey. Low blow...please review!