Let the Christmas Festival Begin!

It was now December 18th. Everyone seemed here. Everyone looked fine. The mansion was well decorated with the joys of Christmas. Might as well get started. Mario double checked to make sure everyone was here. The Smashers were in the living room and at least near to where everyone could here Mario. Mario searched around the room, feeling one absence. "Um, I feel like we're missing someone. . ."

"Mister Mario, Besides Cloud going Christmas shopping for my present, I believe we have everyone here!" Corrin said, while sitting on his own soft couch, wearing a red robe for a festive feel. Some of the boy Smashers rolled their eyes and turned their attentions back to Mario.

Mario spoke to Corrin. "When will he come back?"

"Oh! He left us a message to continue the Christmas Festival without him!" Corrin lied. "Isn't he a nice little dog? Haha!"

Mario broke a sweat and cleared his throat. "Well, okay. . ." The red plumber faced his attention toward the Smashers. "Let the Christmas Festival begin! We'll be doing so much fun events! Here are the following events. . ."

Corrin walked away from the crowd of people to take a real quick call from someone he rarely called before. The phone was answered from the other caller, who was surprised.

"Corrin, I never thought to see you Skype calling me. . ." Cloud answered shocked.

"Neither do I!" It really amused Corrin, but then his amusement dropped to zero. "So! Have you gotten my Rudolph yet?! You better!"

"Not yet. . ." Cloud trailed, looking somewhere out in the snow. Anywhere to avoid his red, ruthless eyes.

"Excuse me! I gave you so much time to look for him! So you better have him! God! Don't make me grow wrinkles, Cloud! Or you'll be in big trouble!" Corrin decided to keep his snapping at low before other Smashers would take a notice. "Ugh! Cloud, you look disgusting! Go see a doctor! You probably have cancer, Cloud!"

Cloud sniffed to keep icicles forming from his nose. "There's no doctors in Antar- -I mean the North Pole."

Corrin eyed the blonde suspiciously through the mini screen. "You better have my Christmas present! Good day!" Corrin closed his phone just when Mario said, "And those are the events we will be doing today! Any questions?!"

Corrin came back to the crowd and raised his hand to see his filed nails. "I have a question! What events are we doing?!"

The Smashers stared at him as if he was dumb. Corrin stared at his surroundings and flipped his hair. "Yea, keep staring, you'll know who owns your father's house." And Corrin received less stares than before.

Corrin smirked. "That's what I thought. Look, Mario. I was taking a call. Repeat yourself. You don't really have a choice."

"So, now, we'll be starting. . . Cake Decorating! And we'll be donating the cakes to the boys and girls who'll need the food." Mario announced.

Pit raised his hand. "Why can't they go to the store?"

Mario stroked his beard, "That's um. . . they just. . . I don't know!"

Marth placed his hand on Pit's shoulders. "You're stressing the poor man out."

Mario continued, "The cake with the best decorations will receive a gift card to any restaurant in Smashville!"

Many Smashers liked the idea and got even more fired up than before. Everyone had access to many edible decorations and frostings to make a piece of rectangle chocolate cake spectacular. Corrin grinned to himself and clapped his hands in such a rich and snobby way. "Cheves! I want the best cake decorated! Chop, chop!"

Mario walked up to Corrin. "Um, excuse me, Corrin, it has to be your own work."

Corrin eyed him angrily. "It is my own work! I'm just having my loyal servants doing it for me!"

"Corrin!"

"Ugh, fine! Be that way! I'll have to use my hideous art skills. . . Guards! Gloves! And an apron!"

"Yes, Master Corrin!" Guards within seconds got him a lovely new set of golden gloves with a golden apron. From the factories of Nohr.

Kirby was told not to eat a single crumb of the cake ever since the event started. In fact, Bayonetta had a whole lot of fun when tieing up Kirby's mouth. Makato was right next to the puffball, decorating her cake with such a depressed look.

"Why does Makato look so depressed?" Ike spied at her from afar. "Did she catch Cloud's disease?"

Marth stared at Makato and spoke. "Maybe she's thinking about a different guy that she likes more than you."

"Don't even go there." Ike almost killed the life out of his piping bag when it oozed out red frosting. Ike looked down at the mess he made. "Shit." Marth glanced at the red frosting and made a scoop with his pointer finger. "Mmh, it's delicious shit." Marth laughed, tasting it.

Ike rolled his eyes, "You are your bad puns." Ike decided to ditch Marth and to check on the potion princess. Her attention didn't turn to Ike when he arrived at her side. "Hey, Makato. . . How is your cake going. . .?"

"Alright, I guess. . ."

"Wait, why does your cake have Cloud's name on it?" Ike noticed the white frosting on the chocolate cake that spelled, "CLOUD". Makato stared at the cake and sighed. "What are you talking about, Ike? If you're going to bother me, please leave me alone."

"Ooh, burned! Hahaha!" Marth laughed at Ike when he came back to his seat. Ike had enough of Marth. "How about you shut up!" Ike forced Marth's head to his own chocolate cake, making him feel frosting, sprinkles, some cookies when Marth slowly lifted his face back up.

Everyone finished their designed cakes whether for the children or for the gift card. "Everyone worked so hard!" Mario nodded at the Smashers proudly. Surprisingly, Mario held out three gift cards but with different values.

"There will be three winners actually! Third place goes to Shulk, with a cute butterfly on his cake." The Smashers clapped as Shulk was handed the gift card the had the value of 50 dollars.

"Awesome!" Shulk cheered.

"It was a very cute butterfly. . ." Ganondorf smiled. Link stared at him disgusted from the words he just said.

"Damn, so much money for third place." Marth smiled. Ike nodded and glanced at Makato's cake, which still had "CLOUD" on it.

"Heh, I doubt that cake would be second. . ." Ike grinned.

"Damn, you're jealous!" Marth eyed him .

"Second place goes to Makato, with Cloud's name on it! I'm sure he would like such a cake!" The Smashers clapped as she was handed a 100 dollar gift card. Ike's jaw dropped insanely. "Are you kidding me!"

"Hahaha! That's funny!" Marth clapped very loudly. Makato smiled at the gift card and cheered. "I didn't I would win second!"

"For first place! With this gorgeous looking cake!" Mario showed the chocolate cake that had a realistic drawn rose on top, with many shades of red frosting to show its uniqueness.

"A beautiful rose!" Peach gleamed at the cake.

"Wow!" Pit said.

"Amazing art skills." Zelda nodded her head.

"This cake is the winner, Please claim your prize." Mario saw one of the Smashers coming up forth as he streched out his hand toward Mario. The 200 dollar gift card. "Hahaha, my horrible art skills made me win!" The mischievous voice answered. "Now, give me my prize."

"Corrin?!" Roy exclaimed, "Dude! Yours looks like a professional's!"

Corrin was handed the prize and shrugged. "Yea, I guess compared to your low classes. Hahaha!" Corrin laughed. "This wasn't a rose by the way."

"What is it?" Mario asked.

"It was Cloud, slowly getting executed if he didn't get my present on Christmas!" The Smashers stared carefully at the cake, but didn't see the illusion. "It still looks like a rose." Pac Man said.

"Fools! Must I explain everything?!" Corrin grabbed his winning cake rotated it. "If you rotate the cake 360 degrees with a proper speed, you'll see the image." It didn't sound possible but Corrin demonstrated it anyway. The Smashers were surprised and amused to his illusion cake.

"Oh, you're right!" Fox said.

"He's gettin shot!" Ness laughed.

"I could go for some cake right now. . ." Cloud curled up in a ball to keep himself warm. So far in the weather of Antarctica, it wasn't snowing so Cloud was at least happy. But then his phone rang. He only hoped it was the police. Wait, the police can't call HIM. Cloud didn't even try to contact 911. But, Rudolph. . . Execution. . . Corrin. . . These things were the key ingredients that kept him from calling. Maybe Corrin owned the police station or the FBI. It was possible.

It was another Skype call from Corrin. With nothing better to do, Cloud answered the call. "Hello?" He said in a weak voice.

"Hey Cloud! Guess what?! I won first place in the Cake Decorating Contest!"

"Good bye."

"If you hang up, I'll kill you!"

That almost sounded like a joke as Cloud made a tiny grin to himself. Corrin noticed his grin and shook his head. "Anyway, it was design of you, Cloud." Corrin smiled.

"What? You designed a cake out of me?" Cloud never felt this feeling before. He was touched by Corrin's rare kindness. "Corrin. . . that's so nice of you-"

"It was a design of you getting shot rapid fire if you DON'T show up on time! I'm warning you, Cloud. Rudolph and YOU better be here!" And Corrin hung up right after. Cloud stared at his screen.

Fuck my life.