~Yellow~
When it came to Christmas, Pac-Man fell into the "indifferent" camp. His life consisted of eating pellets and running from ghosts in a maze, and rarely did he ever step beyond those boundaries. However, to prevent anyone from getting left out no matter what, every single Smasher was entitled to at least one present.
Pac-Man didn't know what he wanted.
Well, what did he need? Not much, really. He wasn't a big fan of anything specifically materialistic, which was what everyone was pressuring him about, yet no one seemed to understand that he required nothing. They assumed he was just being modest because he was a newcomer, but he really wasn't. It wasn't a case of "what to get the guy who had everything", it was the problem of "what to give someone who didn't need anything". Two entirely different scenarios.
The issue only made him wish he were a little more like some of the others- Mega Man and R.O.B. wanted some new spare parts, Sonic was satisfied with just a chili dog, Peach always approved of a new pink dress, and Pikachu wanted a visit from his trainer. It made Pac-Man feel like he shouldn't be happy; or that he should've wanted something while the opportunity was being presented. He twiddled his thumbs and wondered if anyone was ever going to completely understand.
At some point, it was allowed that everyone could open a single gift ahead of time, and Pac-Man decided just to get it over with. Not getting his hopes up, he selected a silver gift trimmed with yellow ribbon that had his name on it and pulled it close. While he wasn't aware of the sender, he supposed it didn't matter, and tore into it with as much enthusiasm as he could.
And once the box was open, Pac-Man burst into a huge smile, as he'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted.
Absolutely nothing.
. . .
Pikachu normally wasn't this broken-hearted on Christmas.
The yellow Pokémon rather enjoyed his Christmas memories he made back home, especially the first time he was exposed to all its glory. Red hadn't been sure if Pikachu would take to the holiday, giving his original nature of being so obstinate about everything, but surprisingly Pikachu liked it a lot! He loved seeing the bright colors, he liked dancing to the festive themes, and he really liked opening presents…even if they weren't his.
Spending Christmas away from home wasn't even a bad thing! The Smashers were so much fun to hang around with, as they knew how to bring about a real Christmas celebration! Pikachu adored how he got to be part of it, although he would never be able to tell too many others about it. But he was pretty expressive, so he was sure they got the idea.
They also got the idea that he wasn't feeling like himself this time around.
He knew he should've been happy -thrilled even- just to be there. But how could he, knowing that his beloved trainer had been torn from the roster? Red was the best Pokémon Trainer the world had ever known…and suddenly he just wasn't good enough to be a Smash Brother? After just one tournament?!
"I told you once, I've told you a hundred times…he's not coming back," Master Hand had clarified when Pikachu was whining outside the hand's door one day. "It's against the rules to swap battle styles in mid-combat now, so he had to go."
But not even a visit for Christmas…?
"No, because THEN that would get everyone's hopes up," Master Hand grumbled, as if he read Pikachu's mind. "Face it; you've gotten along without him in the past. You're just going to have to do it again. I'm sorry."
No he wasn't.
A depressed Pikachu was a very useless Pikachu, as he merely lounged around in chairs or in the windowsills between meals and battles. Many tried anything they could to perk him up- even Wario, but that was only because Pikachu's depression was somehow inconvenient for him. Pikachu did try to keep Red's idea of Christmas alive when people nudged him enough…but it just wasn't the same without him. It never would be again. What was the point of celebrating Christmas if it couldn't be spent with those you cared about the most?
Pikachu frowned as he glanced outside, where a full moon was hanging low in the sky. He wondered if Red was looking at it at the same time he was, from wherever he was right then. A small sniffle escaped Pikachu, before exhaustion over took him and he muffled something softly before drifting into a nap.
"…Pikapi…"
. . .
Wario freaking LOVED Christmas! It was the greatest time of the year! It was a time of giving (to himself)! A time of good will (towards himself)! Buying presents (for himself)! If anyone knew what the spirit of Christmas was, it was most certainly the ever fantastic and fabulous Wario!
Why, there wasn't even a need to mention how much of a SAINT he turned into during the holiday.
Wario made many sacrifices during the holiday- MANY more than anyone else! He shortened his food portions slightly, out of respect for those currently going hungry. He vowed to give away his unneeded items to charities (though he didn't have any). He saved the group from having to eat bad batches of cookies by hording it all for himself! How generous could one get, looking out for others like that? He was really taking one for the team, yes sir! Wario even generously donated his golden pipes to a caroling group and completely dominated that soprano solo.
Truly, no one could match the sheer amount of kindness Wario brought the table.
What made him the giddiest was how much profit he could rack up! He designed crude Christmas cards and sold them to poor unfortunate souls who couldn't afford anything better for Christmas, yet because they were desperate, Wario was able to jack the price up even higher. He also bought cheap little gifts from the dollar store and passed them off as name brands, telling people that he was selling them for less than what he bought them for- and surprisingly, it worked! Better yet was when he just so happened to trip over a mall Santa's leg, and accidentally knock over the bucket of coins beside him.
Rest assured, the revered Wario didn't take any coins…just the paper bills.
Yes indeed, Wario always made sure he was the richest man on Christmas…because while others were wasting time hugging and sobbing over their short-lived happiness at the exchanging of gifts, Wario would get the last laugh the next day when he was counting his stash of yellow coins and boasting about his maintained wealth…while everyone else was straight up and completely broke. Ah, was it ever glorious. Only Christmas could bring around that feeling of triumph and accomplishment for the great and unparalleled Wario.
Someone needed to get to work on a carol telling of his festive exploits…perhaps he'd get Bowser on it. For free, of course.
. . .
Bowser, hands down, was the strangest villain to ever be.
He wanted all the cliché things villains wanted- the hero's girl, total control over others, unlimited power from the mystical object of the week…and yet that fool was a complete sucker for everything Christmas.
Of course, he put his own dark little spin on it, such as praising the receiving of coal from Santa and taking "decking the halls" as an excuse to punch people in the corridors, but he celebrated it just the same. His evil antics were at an all time low, earning disapproval from Ganondorf. He hung out with his foes like they were old friends, much to the distain of Dedede. He was even generous when given the opportunity, which simply sickened Wario.
But he couldn't help it. Bowser was only bad in the cliché ways- anywhere else was free game! If he could go karting with Mario, why not celebrate the holidays with him?
Why shouldn't he revel in it? Peach was willing to get closer to him during Christmas, Mario and Luigi weren't kicking his tail, and fellow Smashers were treating him with the respect he deserved. As soon as Christmas passed, sure he'd be at everyone throat's again, but doing that all year could really bring a person down. Plus, Bowser figured he worked hard enough kidnapping the princess once a week that he deserved a little winter vacation. Hey, why not a Christmas bonus while he was at it!?
If "good" people could hate Christmas, why couldn't "bad" people find something to love about it? For what little mind Bowser had, he was very open with it, and as long as he could always find some way to benefit from the holidays, he would always enjoy them. In fact, Bowser was so certain about his views of Christmas that he planned on spreading them to his son, so he could follow in his footsteps. Family traditions- hey, that was Christmassy too!
. . .
Bowser Junior, much like his father, was a curious case. It was no secret that Junior was a rotten spoiled little brat that demanded precisely what he wanted when he wanted it and how he wanted it, and he got it. He pulled nasty pranks on people, threw childish tantrums when he didn't get his way, and just made life a living horror for anyone who dared cross paths with him. Junior was nothing more than a walking talking pile of bad luck towards everyone.
But the strangest thing was, as much as he acted horrid, despised everyone and everything, and dragged around trouble wherever he went…Junior wasn't bad. He wasn't nice or good, but he wasn't exactly the demonic little thing that people always labeled him as. He did bad things because that's what his father wanted, and that's what earned him love and approval. Yet constant contact with Princess Peach, during all her kidnappings, had shown Junior that life didn't have to always be full of tormenting others…
Which only became more complicated when Junior entered the Stadium as a fighter.
His ability to battle was on par with many of the adults, if not surpassing most of them, but he was still among the younger ranks, and what churned Junior's stomach was that he was the only bad kid on the roster, leaving him with very few choices of people to interact with. Apparently he annoyed the adult villains, his fellow kids stayed very far away from him, and everyone else only bothered with Junior when needed. Bowser found himself preoccupied with a series of battles, so Junior didn't even have that…which made him mad and forced him to stomp his foot. With Christmas coming up, who the heck was he supposed to spend it with?! Only losers were alone! And even Luigi had managed to round up some friends in this cesspool of idiots!
He sourly dragged himself to the window and glowered outside, where Toon Link and the Villager were making snow angels while using Pit as a model, Ness and Sonic were shredding down the hills on snowboards, and Kirby and Mega Man were building a snowman. Every once in a while the different sanctions would interact and eventually burst out into laughter, and it only got more sickening when war was declared and they started happily throwing snow at each other. Junior secretly hoped someone would accidentally get a taste of yellow snow in the face…
…and yet, the happy scene made him burn because he wanted to join in on the fun, and he knew that they weren't going to let him just because he was bad.
It was kinda pitiful when you just wanted a friend for Christmas, and the odds of getting one were remarkably low.