Well everyone here's another Smash Brothers Christmas Story tale and yet again Smash Brothers doesn't belong to me and neither does Christmas though I think that both of those belong to us in some way here. This one is told a bit differently and is shorter then the other chapters I've done so far but I still hope you enjoy it's style and remember to review and enjoy it.

"Another Generic Smash Brothers Christmas Story Aka The Twelve Nights Of Smashmas Chapter Six"

By DianaGohan.

As a character in a popular video game series, you get use to people writing stuff about you. People taking you're character and doing despicable, terrible things that make you wonder why they don't outlaw the idea of a fanfic, let alone sue the people who bring these sins to life. There are the good writers, the ones out there who actually bring justice to your character, make you feel good reading how they interpreted you and actually making you want to continue reading more of they're stories.

One of those people is NOT DianaGohan, and out of everyone in this tournament I know that better then anyone.

You may think that "Smashing Something New Every Day" is the first thing she's ever written involving me and my friends, then you'd be wrong. She's written Pokemon stories before. Bad, BAD Pokemon stories. There are tales she's written on this site that have been taken off (more then just that Duel Masters fanfic that didn't adhere to the rules of sticking with story, and not script format) because they weren't worth the effort to read, let alone enjoy. DianaGohan use to go under a different name and write terrible pieces of crap story about various fictional universes. One of them was about my world, where she made me out to be a violent addicted fiend who would betray anyone and kill anything just for a bit of Ketchup. Yes, that's the reason why I became a psychotic Gollum parody in the Night Of The Werehog story: It's one of her old "in jokes" to one of the pieces of slime she called a story from the olden days. Days I wish I could forget but often can't.

I suppose my treatment in her later works is more of a breath of fresh air. Though not really by much. Sure I was one of the smarter characters in Smashing Something New Every Day, one of the ones who saw past Master Hand's ignorance about how ridiculous most of his updates are. But still I got screwed over. My flashback final smash had me crashing into the basement instead of killing anyone, the biggest character quirk I had was hatred of my own TV show, not to mention getting beaten by Sonic of all people in that chapter she actually had the gall to self insert herself into. Still it wasn't as bad as what happened in Night Of The Werehog: Brawl edition. Not only was I transformed, but I was also bitten by one of those weak were waddles and forced by Yoshi into wearing a Backugan costume. If that isn't humiliating then I don't know what is.

That is until I had to go and complete this latest assingment which somehow makes all I suffered through seem like a stroll through the gardens of Heaven.

In order to cash in for the holidays Diana had us various smashers team up and go after the objects found in one of the most well known Yuletide songs "The Twelve Days of Christmas". In case you can't count, we're up to six geese of laying. So me, Marth and R.O.B were assigned to find the geese. There is no geese in the city area though which meant we were forced to venture outside of it into the wilderness. It was snowing quite heavily but still we trudged on, with R.O.B using his sensors to try and track for geese. I of course used my superior electric static field and heightened hearing to due my own tracking while Marth readied his blade looking to cut and capture and geese that would come our way. Yeah there was only the three of us but it seemed like an easy enough mission. I mean how could things possibly go screwy geese hunting?

A lesson I learned from this: Never, EVER ask how can something go possibly screwy in a story. It always will go screwy and asking just compounds the problem even more so.

R.O.B was the first one to spot them as he scanned upward as his visual unit glowed red. "Half Dozen Migrating Birds Detected 100 meters Upward, Bop" he said, still beeping in his usual annoying tone.

I nodded some. "Thanks for the heads up" I remember stating as energy coursed around me. I then shot a powerful lightning bolt through the sky as it slammed through the geese. They're bodies started sizzling as they fell to the earth, quacking some as they crashed into the ground.

"Wow, that was easier then I thought it would be" Marth said walking over as he picked up a goose and inspected it. "Hey maybe once we deliever these things to Master Hand you can fry them up more so we can have some goose burgers for Christmas."

"Goose burgers?" I asked turning to him. "Who actually eats such a thing?" Marth never did really get a chance to answer as suddenly honking was heard all around us.

R.O.B started blinking wildly. "My sensors are indicating hundreds of thousand winged creatures heading into our location, boop beep!" He stated. Sure enough, a whole gaggle of birds surrounded the three of us. They may not of been legendary birds with the abilities of the elements who only get the occasional movie or special focused on them, but they were still more numerous then we could fight off. And believe me, I've fought off hundreds of Spearow in a moment fans will remember of my show before it hoped the train to mediocrity. Unlike Spearow though these birds were talkative. Very, very talkative as they started crying out to one another.

"These are the ones that destroyed our fellow geese!" One of the birds was heard crying.

"Yes, we must hang them!" Shouted another.

"Are you mad?" Yet another screamed out. "We have to dip them in oil, then hang them!"

"No, first we rip them apart with our beaks, then we dip them in oil, then hang whatever remains of them!" Screeched out yet another bird.

"How about we suck all the bone marrow out of they're body, rip them apart with our beaks, dip them in oil and then hang those remains?"

"Because there's no point in hanging them if they don't have any bones to hang with stupid!"

"Hey I'm just trying to think outside of the box."

"You couldn't think outside the box if it was made out of paper you retard of a duck."

"I'm going to ruffle your feathers so bad they'll be all that's left of you!" Soon the birds began fighting with each other as we just watched in amazement as they started pecking and clawing at each other. It was all we could do: even as they were fighting there was no real way of exciting out, and against so many creatures it would be impossible to fight as well.

The screaming all stopped though when one chirped out loudly as all the others turned to him. It was a big giant black crow with piercing yellow eyes towering at least ten feet taller then all the other winged creatures. "Have you all gone crazy?" The bird yelled as we starred at it confused. "Are we forgetting the true meaning of the holidays?"

"Uh, are you talking about the secular or the commerical reasons?" One of the birds asked of the leader.

"Both! Bird law states that we forget about all the trivalites of who killed who and focus on what really matters: Spending the Christmas season together."

"But I celebrate Hanukkah" one of the ducks called out as it was pecked to death by some of the hawks. I think I could hear a voice vaguely calling out about how random death isn't very funny and it doesn't make much sense for one of the birds to be killed by it's kin, forgetting that when Diana is allowed to be random and not have to follow the general rules of plot structure this is the kind of crappy, weird humor she ends up producing.

The Leader Bird flapped it's wings. "Look I'm talking about the Christmas season, and no other season BTW so all you Kwanzaa fowl get the hell out!" A group of birds flew away from the scene as the leader continued on. "In this season we have better ways of dealing with trespassers, murders, and people we just don't like then killing them. We give them a white Christmas." The birds looked at each other and then started smirking evilly.

"Uh, why do I have a very bad feeling about this?" Marth asked as the birds then started flying right above us. I looked to see them positioning themselves to be squatting and then got a sickening feeling in my stomach.

"I don't know but I have a feeling we don't want to be a part of this if we can help it" I stated, trying to run off as quickly as I could. Which turned out to be a huge error on my part as I became the birds first victim. I looked to see white gobs flying down as I desperately tried avoiding them all but soon started getting pelted by the excrement that was falling out of the birds. Yes when I said I've been crapped on before, I've meant literally. But this time it was figuratively. And if you think finding bird droppings on your car is a bad thing, try having them rain down fresh all over your fur, especially from hundreds of evil, talking birds who were laughing and cheering as I fell down covered in they're smelly, dripping disgusting waste.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw R.O.B and Marth trying to clear out. "Beep must escape from waste fallage" R.O.B was heard saying before he too started getting covered in the white disgusting mess that fell out of the birds. Marth did as well as he started screaming out as it continued raining down, going on for a few minutes before it finally ended. By the time we were able to crawl out our entire bodies were covered with the stuff as the birds then flew off, giving an evil chuckle.

"Hope you enjoyed our white Christmas" said the leader bird as he looked down at us. "And remember tell your friends how you experienced the holidays if any of you tries taking out some of our kind again" he then flew off back to the rest of his group as we were finally able to stand up, looking at each other disgusted and actually puking from the sheer rankness of the situation.

I can't read every story and know what every variation of me goes through, but I will say this: If there is anyone out there who comes up with sicker and more grotesque stuff for me to go through in the effort of "holiday entertainment" then DianaGohan, then I wish Nintendo would just put me out of my misery now instead of having to deal with more of they're crap, figuratively and literally. Seriously I've already had like 8 baths and still can't get the stain out. And the worse part is I have to pretend like this was all a pleasant experience. Because if this sick abomination of a story doesn't get at least 30 reviews Diana says the birds are going to come back for a repeat performance.

I never thought I'd say this but I think I'd rather be in Christmas With The Kranks or even the animated Grandma got run over by the Reindeer then this, but please for the sake of not having to suffer any more under this crazy author bitch review people. At least tell her to not come up with ideas at the last second and pass them off as story since that is such... well you saw what it was right?

THE END!

Well yeah that's my sixth chapter. Hope you all liked it.
PIKACHU: (Coming in) I don't. Seriously wasn't I your favorite character when Smash Brothers first started?

Yeah well then I ended up playing as others and uh not getting use to you that much in Brawl so-

PIKACHU: You have birds crap on me for like several minutes and have it pass off as an update?

Pretty much. I thought it was an okay chapter and if not (looks to see birds around her) Make uh... Pikachu get crapped on some more.

PIKACHU: Say what- (Pikachu gets bird crapped on) I will get you for this.

Yeah that's what they all say (Pikachu shocks her with a gigantic lightning bolt) though that's... not how they go about saying it. (Falls down unconscious).

PIKACHU: Well at least something good came out of this. I just hope the next chapter is better. Actually I just hope she gets back to the stuff people wants to see instead of all these holiday updates since uh they really aren't all that enjoyable, like at all.