Author's Notes: Chapter 2 is here! It's pretty short, but sweet.

Time for Pit to teach the Smasher's how to make Snow-angels! :D

Snow fluttered from the grey sky like tiny clouds of fluff, scattering across the land in a powdery blanket of solidified dihydrogen oxide, turning green fields and black mountains white with the wintry wonder. There was much excitement in the air, both for the snow and for the upcoming holiday of Christmas and the ensuing New Year.

Currently, the Mansion stood proud and tall, slathered with snow and decorated most wonderfully with the ideal Christmas decorations. Truly, it was a beautiful sight to behold as the sun gleamed gently upon the land, reflecting off the snow and white in glitters of Shining Beauty. Truly a wonderful sight.

Currently, clad in his white snow outfit, with specially cut slits in the back for his feathery wings to poke through, Pit spoke cheerily to the duo that were currently trying their best to ignore him- Wolf and Ganondorf were more content to bask in the little sunlight they had rather then hear whatever stupid crap the angelic fighter was spouting out. Neither of the two were inclined to all the excitement of joy and happiness that Christmas time brought them, and were DEFINITELY not inclined to this cheerful Smasher preaching.

A passing Kirby, however, wrapped in a scarf, did notice the angel's attempts to stir the lupine and the King of Evil, and took in what the winged wonder was saying: "C'mon, you two! Come make snow-angels! It's lot of fun!"

The idea of snow-angels was intriguing to Kirby; Was it edible?

However, Ganondorf and Wolf did not share the same curiosity as the marshmallow look-alike, and the canine voiced this as nastily as he could: "Listen, bird-brain, and listen good. We don't care about making stupid snow-angels! Just leave us alone, and let us relax, for crying out loud!"

"Hear, hear!" Ganondorf roared in response, shaking his fist at the pouting angel. "Now, go away! You're in my sun!"

However, much to Kirby's surprise, the angel did not meekly back down. Instead, the winged fighter puffed up in defiance, glaring coldly at the evil duo, his wings flaring up in anger, and Pit snarled: "Listen up, bubs. It's either have and make snow-angels with me, Pit, or I'll tell Peach who REALLY stole her cake!"

Ganondorf paled in utmost horror, and quickly jumped up from his seat in fake enthusiasm, squeaking: "Alright, let's make angels! Please, now!"

Wolf sniggered, but gulped as Pit turned on him and snapped: "And as for you, Wolf. I'm sure Meta Knight will love to know who wrote: "Overcompensating for short stature" on the Halberd! He'll make a point of introducing you to Galaxia, I'm sure!"

"Tattletale." Wolf muttered as he grudgingly got to his feet, making sure to rig Pit's bed with some horrible trap later.

"Excellent." Pit stated brightly, bouncing on his feet in giddy joy. "C'mon, let's go! Plenty of good deep snow over there- Oh, hi Kirby! Wanna join us?"

Having just received the angel's attention, Kirby jerked slightly in surprise, before processing his fellow Smasher's words and deciding that making these snow-angels would be fun! So, Kirby grinned and nodded in agreement at Pit, whom smiled widely and cried: "Alright, folks, let's make some stuff in the snow!"

As he bounced off, followed by a giggling Kirby and a grumpy Wolf, Ganondorf growled to himself: "I swear to the Void itself, if I ever get the chance, unleash horrible vengeance upon that damned Palutena-pervert!..."

Pit waited patiently, Kirby jumping up and down next to him, as Wolf and Ganondorf dragged themselves over to stand before him, and the warlock grunted: "So, what do we do now, dare I ask?"

"It's simple, really, very clear, like music drifting in the air, invisible, yet everywhere!" Pit rhymed cheerfully, grinning at his comrades, before folding his wings onto his back and laying down in the snow, and he began shifting his arms and legs to and fro through the powdery solid, forming an imprint in the white land. When he deemed himself finished, the angel agilely leapt from the ground, landing on his feet next to the wolf, and he gestured to the imprint in the snow; A depth in the land shaped vaguely like an angel in a dress.

"I see." Wolf mused. "Very well. I'll go next."

The canine laid down on his back, just like Pit had done, and began shifting his arms and legs, just like Pit had done. Pretty soon, he was done as well, as he got back up to observe his work. It was a shorter angel, with wolfish ears, but it was a good snow-angel. Kirby cheered, before having a go as well, landing in the snow and shifting his chubby body around. The result was a perfect circle in the snow. Wolf and Ganondorf exchanged glances as Pit grinned at Kirby, and said: "Nice one. Very round."

"Your turn, mister King of Evil." Wolf sneered at Ganondorf, taunting the warlock. "C'mon, if we can do it, so can you!"

"Ah, so you think it's fun now, Wolf?" Pit chuckled, grinning at the canine. The lupine shrugged in response, as Ganon huffed and promptly shoved the lupine out of his way, before getting down on his back and repeating what the others had done. Grumbling to himself, the King of Snow-angels finished his work and got back up, and the others moved in to see how he had done-

Only for Pit, Kirby and Wolf to jump back in utter horror, shock on their faces as they retched with disgust in face of the abominable sight on the snow. Somehow, Ganon's evil had imprinted itself on the snow in a horrifying, disturbing, terrifying, unholy, satanic image that tore the mind asunder and burnt the soul in its abominable evil and cruelty, so cruel in fact, that the Author himself suffered horror to his soul. Pit literally threw up all over the ground as Kirby fled, screaming in horror, and Wolf looked as though he had seen the Devil himself.

Ganondorf merely grinned as Wolf dragged Pit away from the terrible image, as a passing Fox promptly got disturbed by what he saw in the snow and fainted. Note to self:

Vengeance achieved.

Author's Notes: Ganondorf inflicts the worst of the worst upon Pit. How delightfully evil.

Well, the gang made snow-angels. How fun XD

For those who are curious as to that the imprint in the snow was, take the worst thing you could ever imagine, something that would burn your entire being to the ground in unholy horror, then times it by a million, then think of something even worse...