Chapter one: Ganon’s Ghost.
The Ocarina of Time version of Ganondorf was dead. There was no doubt about that. I must ask you now to remember that. Oh, and just for future reference, if you see a non dead Ganondorf here, he is from Twilight Princess, not Ocarina of Time. In life he was partners in crime with a nonhuman fiend named Mewtwo.
Now you see, it was Christmastime at the Smash Mansion, as all the characters from the original Smash Bros to Smash Bros WiiU/3ds were getting ready for the holiday. Things were usually good in the mansion, except for the fact that Mewtwo was the owner. Now you see, being what you would call villains, Mewtwo and OOT Ganondorf raised enough money from their endeavours enough money to buy it from the Master and Crazy Hands. OOT Ganondorf died soon afterwards, giving Mewtwo the money for his tombstone.
Mewtwo had him buried at sea, and then took over the Smash Mansion. Mewtwo didn’t really like the other Smashers, as they disagreed with him fundamentally on everything in life. But sadly, the other Smashers had to put up with him. (Oh, Mewtwo is genderless? My mistake.)
Mewtwo had grown darker over the years, having the fate of the union of the Smash Brothers in it’s hands can really corrupt a guy. In his room, a tiny little thing in the upper left corner of the mansion, where he did his business. He was a bit of a miser now, as it gave him power over his foes. As he was working, someone burst in through the door.
“Merry Christmas, Mewtwo.’’ Lucario said, being one of the only Smashers Mewtwo would talk to. (The other being his assistant, Pikachu.)
“Bah”, Mewtwo said. “Humbug.”
“Certainly you don’t mean that.” said Lucario.
“I do.” said Mewtwo, noticing that Lucario was a little happy for someone who had been bled dry by his insane rent.
“What reason do you have to be Merry.” he inquired. “You are a Pokemon out of time, and you're poor enough.’’
“Then what reason do you have to be dismal.” Lucario answered. “Your a pokemon in time, and you’re rich enough.”
“Humbug.” said Mewtwo, a bit annoyed now.
‘’Don’t be cross, Mewtwo”
“What can i be when i live in the world of fools as this…. this… Merry Christmas.’’ The legendary replied. ‘’Christmas, the day when you are another day older, but not an hour richer. The day when you pay bills without money, and you celebrate a lie. If it were up to me, anyone who walks around with the words ‘’Merry Christmas’’ on his lips should be boiled in hot pudding and fed to rabid Zoroarks. Tell me, has Christmas done anyone good?’’
The aura Pokemon sighed as he began his speech.
‘’Mewtwo, i always thought of Christmas as a kind, charitable time in which i have benefited greatly from. I believe it is of scared origin. It is a pleasant time: the only time i know of in the calendar of the year, where men, women, children, pokemon, pikmin, penguins, and whatever the heck Kirby’s species is, can come together as one and open up their usually closed up hearts, and think of those who are “lower” than them and treated them as family. So there! I believe that Christmas had done me good, even if it has never put in my pocket any dollars or cents so I say GOD BLESS IT!”
“Here! Here!” shouted Pikachu.
“How does one celebrate Christmas on the UNEMPLOYMENT LINE!!!!” shouted Mewtwo.
“Calm down Mewtwo.” said Lucario.
“Lucario.” responded Mewtwo. “Let me keep Christmas in my way and you keep it in yours.”
“Don’t be angry.” said Lucario. “Come to our Christmas party tomorrow. It will be a blast, if i do say so myself.”
It was at that moment when two surprisingly short people, a brother and a sister, went into the room and moved to the counter. The male was wearing a blue snowsuit, and the female was wearing a pink one.
“Mr. Mewtwo” he said. “I’m Popo and this is Nana. We are collecting for the poor. What shall we put you down for.”
“Nothing.”
“You wish to be left anonymous?”
“I wish to be left alone.”
“Certainly you don’t mean that.” asked Nana. “They have nowhere to go.”
“Are the prisons out of order?” asked Mewtwo. “ What of the poorhouses?”
“No, but have you ever seen those places?” asked Popo.
“Yes I have, my taxes go to those places, so the poor must go there.”
“But some would rather die!”
“Well if they are going to die they should do it and decrease this surplus population!”
The Ice Climbers were shocked to say the least. Lucario, noticing the negative stigma in the room, decided to end it.
“I am terribly sorry.’’ he said, holding out some money for them. “Here is some money for the poor. I know a few people who said they would donate money to your cause but haven’t gotten to it yet. Let me take you to them.”
“Okay, come on, Nana.” he said, with a little bit of anger. “I think we have taken enough of Mr. Mewtwo’s time!”
And so Lucario and The Ice Climbers left. Pikachu then left his desk and approached Mewtwo.
“Tomorrow's Christmas, Sir.” said Pikachu, nervously.
“So?” demanded Mewtwo.
“It is customary to get time off on Christmas.” Pikachu replied.
“How long?” asked Mewtwo.
“The whole day.”
“The entire day?” asked Mewtwo, annoyed.
“It’s only once a year.” pleaded Pikachu.
“A poor excuse for picking a Pokemon’s pocket every year.” scowled Mewtwo. “But if you must. But we will be working overtime the day after!”
“Thank you, Sir.” Pikachu said as he left.
Now it was getting late, so Mewtwo decided to turn in. It noticed that the Ice Climbers and Lucario had left the door open. Now i must remind you that The Ocarina of Time version of Ganondorf was dead, or none of these further events will make any sense.
As Mewtwo psychically shut the door, it noticed that the doorknob was changing. This grabbed Mewtwo’s curiosity as it looked in closer as the doorknob changed into a face. But not just any face. This face was none other than….
“Ganondorf?” Mewtwo asked.
“Mewtwo!”
Mewtwo jumped back at the face, only to notice that when he looked again, there was nothing but the doorknob. Mewtwo, a Pokemon of science, decided to turn in and go to bed.
It was 12:00 AM. Mewtwo was trying to sleep, but the incident at the door had put him on edge. Mewtwo had checked under his bed, down the hall, through the air vent, and behind the bed curtains. He was now sure that OOT Ganondorf was dead, and all was as it should be until…
A bell rang, startling Mewtwo. It wasn’t anything loud, just a bell ring. Mewtwo thought it was just more humbug. But then, the bell rang again, louder and louder. Mewtwo looked out of his curtains. There was silence, until…
“Mewtwo!”
A ghostly figure floated through the door, it looked like a figure from Hades, but somehow, it seemed familiar.
“But, But… ” Mewtwo asked. “Who are you?”
“Ask me who i was.” The figure said.
“Who were you then?”
“It is me.” the specter replied. “Ganondorf.”
“Ganondorf?” asked Mewtwo. “But...you’re dead.”
“Well here i am.” Ganondorf replied. “Not in the flesh.”
Mewtwo used Psychic. It’s not very effective. Ganondorf was wearing the same clothes he died in, but they were old and torn, and he had chains that reached all the way out the wall.
“It can’t be true.” it said.
“Why do you doubt your senses?”
“Because for all i know, you are a hallucination.” Mewtwo said. “You may be a piece of undigested beef or leftover alcohol. Yes,there is more gravy than of grave about you!”
Ganondorf laughed maniacally, since Mewtwo would never have said something like that under normal circumstances.
“Where did you find a bad pun like that?” Ganondorf asked.
“Why are you here?” cried the frightened Mewtwo.
“Remember when we were partners, Prideful and Greedy. We took and advantage of the poor and just ignored those in need. As the King of Evil i never thought about those who suffered for my actions. Now i face eternal punishment for all the pain and misery i caused to Hyrule and beyond.”
“But Ganon.” asked Mewtwo. “You were a great man of your life and business.”
“Mankind should have been my business!” Ganon screamed in agony as the chains tugged at him.
“What are those things?” Mewtwo asked, pointing to the chains.
“These chains i forged in life by my acts of greed. You wear such a chain yourself.”
And then several chains constricted around Mewtwo and held him in place.
“Doomed! You are doomed, Mewtwo!” Ganondorf said as he pulled Mewtwo closer, before he was looming over the genderless pokemon. “The gates of Hell are opening. The devil has been preparing your room for a long time now. And now, time is up.”
“Time’s up for what?” asked the terrified pokemon, wondering if he would regret asking that.
The chains began to drag him back as he let go Mewtwo and began to scream. Behind him, a portal opened up as he screamed louder.. Mewtwo looked on in horror as it became clear. Mewtwo was looking into Hell. As Ganondorf began to be dragged back in, a horde of Yamasks flew around him chanting “Malus puer aeternaliter damnatur” over and over again.
“You will be haunted by three spirits!” Ganondorf cried.
“Haunted? I’ve already had enough of that.”
“Without their lessons you cannot hope to avoid the path i did! Expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one ”
“Can’t i just meet them all at once and get it over with?” Mewtwo pleaded.
“Expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one!”
And so Ganondorf was dragged back into Hell, and the portal and the Yamasks disappeared. Mewtwo, although shocked, could do nothing but try to shrug it off and go to sleep. He fell asleep in an instant.
Chapter two: The First of the Three Spirits.
When Mewtwo awoke, it was so dark, that looking out of bed, he could scarcely distinguish the door from the chair. So it lighted a candle and looked at the clock. It was 12:59. Mewtwo remembered what Ganondorf said, but thought it was just a hallucination.
Mewtwo slumped back into bed as he began to think of all the rational explanations of it. It was now 1:00, and the bell rang. Mewtwo could only think about the words that the spirit said.
“Expect the first ghost when the bell tolled one!”
Suddenly, there was a bright light in Mewtwo’s room. The Light was a purplish color and it swirled around in a spiral. In this strange barrage of light, a figure appeared. It looked like Sonic the Hedgehog, but it had different aspects of him that made it obvious it was a different person. This hedgehog was not blue, but black with some red on the top. His eyes were red instead of green, and he was wearing different shoes. There was a white line of hair on his chest and he wore rings on his wrists.
“Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold?” Mewtwo asked.
“Ugh, if i had a penny for every miser who asked me that, i would be richer than you.” The spirit replied. “Look, i am the Ghost of Christmas Past.”
“Long past?” asked Mewtwo.
“No. Your past.”
“No thanks, my soul is fine.” Mewtwo responded.
“ Hate to break it to you, but this isn’t an option.” the spirit demanded.
“Well i’m not going.” the legendary said.
“You can either go willingly or i will take you by force.”
“Try it.”
The black hedgehog stared at it and decided the pokemon wasn’t cooperating, so he pulled out a green emerald.
“Chaos Control!” The hedgehog yelled. As the emerald glowed, a white light enveloped the room.
“Hedgehog!” demanded Mewtwo. “What is this light?!”
“It is something that you have been running from.” replied the ghost. “ But you can never run from it, for it is omnipresent. Now, it has caught up with you. It is the past.”
Realizing what was happening, Mewtwo sprang from it’s bed and tried to run, but the light enveloped them both. When Mewtwo could see again, he was no longer in his room, or even the Smash Mansion. Mewtwo could not explain it, but he was on New Island, where he was “born”. The lab was destroyed, so this was after he killed all the scientists there. This was after he lost all his clone friends. The sight of it was heart wrenching to Mewtwo.
“Is that a tear in your eye?” The ghost asked.
“No.” lied Mewtwo. “It’s just sweat.”
“Whatever. Look over there.”
Mewtwo looked in the direction that the ghostly hedgehog was pointing. There he saw something it never thought possible. He was looking at himself, but younger. The younger Mewtwo was looking away from the rubble, as if to avoid the pain, when it was approached by a man who instantly infuriated the older Mewtwo. It was Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket and then Viridian City gym leader. Giovanni walked over to the younger Mewtwo and began to speak with him.
“You understand why i brought you here, right?” asked the smug gym leader.
“Yes.” The clone replied. “You wanted me to forget the past.”
“Yes...and no.” said Giovanni. “I took you here, on Christmas of all days, to confront your past, then forget it.”
“I can see why you want me to forget my past” said the young Mewtwo. “But why confront it?”
“Simple.” replied Giovanni. “I needed you to turn your weakness into a strength.”
“What?”
“You see, i have noticed that whenever your past is brought up, your emotions get the best of you and hamper your batting skills. The pain you received here can push you to become stronger, if you confront it. Give in to the dark urges inside of you, and you will become the most powerful pokemon alive.”
The older Mewtwo watched in horror.
“I have to stop this.” the psychic type muttered.
“You can’t.” said the ghost. “These are only shadows of the past. They cannot see or hear you.”
The saddened Mewtwo could only gaze on as the scene faded away and changed into a different one.
“Where are we now?” asked Mewtwo.
“Do you recognize this place?” asked the ghost.
Mewtwo looked around and saw a much smaller version of the Smash Mansion.
“Dear Arceus, it’s the Smash Mansion! But--”
“But it’s isn’t what it looks like now?” asked the ghost.
“Yes. It was from when i was first a Smasher back in 2001. And there is the Master Hand himself.”
“Ah.” said the giant hand. “The night is young and we have no more work. This is going to be an epic party.”
The Master Hand went inside as the scene changed again. This time they were inside the mansion. There was a large group of people in the room. Mewtwo was filled with a nostalgia that he had not felt in a long time. As he looked on it was clear: It was the 2001 Smashers Christmas party. There he saw both the original 12 and the Melee newcomers.
“This was your first Christmas as a Smasher.” said the Ghost. “After Giovanni betrayed you and you tried to kill everybody.”
“I’ve lead a very strange life.” Mewtwo replied, a little bit regretfully.
It was then that Mewtwo noticed that his younger self (though a little bit older) came into the room and spoke with the Master and Crazy hands.
“Sirs, do you really think this party is efficient?” asked the clone.
“Mr Mewtwo.” said Crazy Hand. “I’m surprised at you. I would have thought that after all the pain you went through you’d enjoy the night off.”
“Besides.” continued the Master Hand. “We have had a great quarter. The Gamecube has been released, Fire Emblem’s getting an international release, Pokemon Gold and Silver were a hit, the Wii is on it’s way, and we have begun work on choosing the newcomers for the new Smash game.”
“What will it be called.” asked the young Mewtwo,
“We are calling it “Super Smash Bros Brawl” and though we are only in early stages, we can expect an mid 2006 release.”
“Smash Bros Brawl?” asked Mewtwo. “It will never catch on.”
“Jokes on him.” said the older Mewtwo. “Brawl only came out in 2008, and WiiU/3DS in 2014.”
“Keep watching!” demanded the Ghost.
“Okay.” grumbled Mewtwo as he returned his focus on them.
“There is one thing though.” said the Master Hand to the younger Mewtwo. “We are retiring when Brawl comes out, so we are looking for a potential buyer. We will still be here for boss battles.”
“Who else knows about this?” asked the surprised Mewtwo.
“Mario, Roy, Ganondorf, Captain Falcon, and Donkey Kong. Be sure not to tell anyone else, we don’t want to cause a panic, what with Pikachu getting married.”
“I won’t.” said Mewtwo. As the hands left, Mewtwo was approached by his future partner. OOT Ganondorf.
“I have a proposition.” he said. “Let’s raise up enough money to buy this place and run it the way we think it should be run.”
“An interesting proposal.” said Mewtwo, considering this. “But why are you letting me in on this?”
“Simple.” replied Ganondorf. “As i have seen in the Smashes, you are a formidable foe and a great ally. We share the same interests, and after all, two heads are better than one.”
Mewtwo looked on to Ganondorf, and though he wasn’t very trusting of him, he knew that joining with Ganon would benefit him more than not. So he shook Ganon’s hand.
“No funny business.” warned Mewtwo, suspiciously.
The scene changed again, but for the sake of time, all they saw was the things i already told you in the backstory. Mewtwo and Ganon became more trusting of each other as they raised more money. Soon they bought the mansion after the Brawl newcomers arrived, and Ganondorf fell to Young Link. Mewtwo became more of a miser and forced high rent costs on the smashers, and when the Wii U/3ds newcomers arrived, they had to pay a huge sum of money to join. After seeing all of this, Mewtwo turned to the ghost.
“Spirit,” asked Mewtwo. “Why are you showing me these things?”
“We are getting to the root of the problem.” the hedgehog said. “But now my time is up, time for you to see just how much the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
Before Mewtwo could respond he realized that the ghost was gone, and he was back in his room in 2014. A few seconds after, he collapsed on the bed and drifted into unconsciousness.
(Author’s note: I know what you are thinking. Why didn’t you make Silver the Ghost of Christmas Past, instead of Shadow? It’s because Shadow is an assist Trophy in Brawl, and that is my plan for this fic, to make the Assist trophies the ghosts. If you liked it, please give men feedback below, i am always looking to become a better writer. Thank you.)
Chapter Three: The Second of the Three Spirits.
When Mewtwo awoke, he realized that he had regained consciousness at the exact moment of 2:00. The cloned Pokemon decided that he had enough ghosts for one night. Mewtwo then headed to the door. It grabbed the doorknob and turned it, but as soon as he opened the door…
“Come in, and know me better, man!”
Mewtwo jumped back. In the hallway, there was a giant pixelated head. It had black hair, grey glasses, and beige eyes. The head looked on at Mewtwo. It tried to run back into it’s room, but the door shut tightly.
“Merry Christmas.” he said, joyfully. “I am The Ghost of Christmas Present.”
Mewtwo wasn’t paying attention to his words , due to the fact that a giant pixelated head was talking to him.
“Have you not seen people like me before?”
“No.” the clone replied.
“Well you should have. I have over 9,000 siblings.”
“Really?” asked Mewtwo. “Imagine the grocery bills.”
The spirit laughed. He seemed to be the affable type, unlike the previous ghost. Mewtwo could already tell that this one would be easier to deal with.
“Have you noticed that everything seems wonderful at Christmas?” the spirit asked.
“To be honest.” replied Mewtwo. “No, i have not.”
“By the night’s end, you will.”
The scene changed as they walked out of the room and through the Mansion. The scene that was night became day, and the once empty rooms were filled with smashers. Mewtwo looked outside and saw that Pit, Lucina, Luigi, and Zelda dancing on the sidewalk, loving every minute of it. Mewtwo stopped looking at the dancing and looked into the TV room, where Solid Snake, Sonic, and King Dedede were cheering Ralph from “A Christmas Story” beating up the bully.
“This is my favorite part.” Snake laughed.
Mewtwo and the spirit continued to move through the Mansion until spirit stopped.
“We are here.” he said. “Look into there.”
“The living room?” asked Mewtwo.
“Yes.” said the giant head. “I have much to show you”
Mewtwo obeyed. There he saw Lucario, as well as Palutena, Mega Man, Dark Pit, Marth, Samus, and Meta Knight.
“What a large group of people.” inquired Mewtwo.
“That’s nothing.” said the Ghost. “You should see the actual party.”
“Let’s play a game.” said Samus.
“A great idea.” said Lucario. “Let’s play guess the Pokemon.”
Everyone cheered.
“I love that game!” The ghost told Mewtwo.
“I thought of a Pokemon.” said Lucario. “Let’s begin.
“Is it an electric type?” asked Mega Man.
“No” Lucario replied.
“Does it live in a cave?” asked Samus.
“Where else?”
“Unwanted?” asked Meta Knight
“Yes.” replied Lucario.
“Woobat!” cried Palutena.
“Isitsubute (Geodude)!” Marth shouted.
“Zubat?” Mewtwo asked.
“A Zubat!” cried Samus.
“Hey!” Mewtwo shouted. “ I asked first.”
“Wait.” Samus said. “An unwanted Pokemon that lives, or lived, in a cave, but not a Magikarp, Geodude, Woobat, or Zubat...It’s Mewtwo!”
“Good!” shouted Lucario as everyone laughed.
This hurt Mewtwo, much to his surprise. He didn’t care what they thought about him before, why now?
“Come.” said the Ghost. “There is much to see.”
The scene changed to a little bit later, as everyone was in the dining hall. Mewtwo and the ghost appeared in front of the Pokemon table, where Greninja and a Raichu sat. Mewtwo had never seen a Raichu here before, as she wasn’t a Smasher.
(Note: I will translate what the pokemon who can’t speak english are saying. What they are actually saying are their names over and over again.)
“Thank you for letting me in.” said the Raichu. “Pichu always loved Christmas here.”
“You are his mother.” said Greninja. “Of course we’d let you in. Especially since Pichu came down with that condition of his.”
“Yes i know.” The Raichu replied. “I hope he and Pikachu come back soon.”
It was at that moment when Pikachu and his son, Pichu, who had a crutch, walked in and took their seat next to the Pokemon Trainer and Jigglypuff, facing Greninja and Raichu.
“How was our little Pichu dear?”
“He was great.” said Pikachu. “he said that he hoped people would see him and remember on Christmas day who made lame men walk and blind men see.”
“Look at all the wondrous food!” said Pichu, before going into a coughing fit.
The coughing was so loud that everyone on the table started to help calm him down. Heck, Toon Link, Kirby, and Princess Peach came from their tables just to help him him as the other Smashers just stared.
“Spirit,” asked Mewtwo. “What is wrong with him?”
“The Pichu has an ailment that he developed a long time ago.” said the Ghost. “His parents are so poor, they can’t pay for medicare.”
“Then how can Pikachu and Pichu take part in the Brawl’s?” asked Mewtwo, in shock.
“Marth, Zelda, and Peach pay you under Pikachu and Pichu’s name ”
Pichu eventually calmed down and everyone left except for Toon Link.
“Don’t worry.” Toon Link said. “You're a Smasher. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.” he said, before leaving.
“Let’s have a toast.” said The Pokemon Trainer (Who could only have a conversation with the Pokemon thanks to Lucario being bilingual.)
“We should let Pichu choose.” said Lucario.
“Good idea.” said Charizard. “If he want’s it.”
“ Yes i do!” said the happy Pichu.
“Okay.” said Pikachu. “Who do you want to toast?”
Pichu thought for a moment before deciding.
“To Mr. Mewtwo, the founder of the feast.”
“The founder of the feast, indeed!” said a suddenly angry Jigglypuff. “If Mewtwo was at this table I would give him a piece of my mind and i bet he would choke!”
“Jigglypuff!” said Pikachu. “It’s Christmas.”
“It just makes sense.” said Pichu. “Mr. Mewtwo does pay Dad. If it weren’t for it, we wouldn't be able to get this large turkey.”
It was the smallest turkey Mewtwo had ever seen.
“Spirit,” said Mewtwo. “That turkey is more like a chicken. How are they satisfied?”
“Because they have something more.” replied the Ghost. “They have each other.”
Mewtwo could not understand. Why was the Pichu being so warm when it came to him? Mewtwo had been the bane of the other Smashers for years. Yet, Mewtwo was strangely flattered by the Pichu’s words, even if they ran more on the little good Mewtwo did while ignoring the bad.
Pichu got up and said. “God bless us, everyone.
“Will Pichu live?” Mewtwo asked the Ghost.
“That is the future.” the Spirit replied. “But i see a vacant chair next to the Raichu, and a crutch without an owner.”
“No.” Mewtwo pleaded.
“Well if he is going to die he better do it and decrease the surplus population.”
The irony of the words hit Mewtwo hard as the scene changed to that of a graveyard. The giant pixelated head turned to Mewtwo.
“My time with you is almost up. When the clock strikes twelve i shall leave you with the final ghost.”
“I've learnt so much from you.” Mewtwo said. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for your cooperation.” the Ghost said. “I’m glad i could have helped train your brain. Just take it easy on the next guy. He’s kind of strange.”
The clock struck 12:00 and the spirit began to disappear.
“Go forth, and know him better, man.”
Then the spirit disappeared, leaving Mewtwo alone.
(In case you haven’t guessed by now, i made Dr. Kawashima from the Brain Age games the Ghost of Christmas Present. I did so because i always saw the second Ghost as more of a teacher, like how the Brain Age games are made to educate kids. My only regret with this fic is that it has a lot to do with Pokemon, but that is a given with Mewtwo as Scrooge and Pichu as Tiny Tim. The fact that Pichu was Pikachu’s son was a headcanon of mine that i had for a while. His mother’s a Raichu because i like Raichu, and it completes the Pikachu line. I guarantee that the next two chapters will put more focus on other franchises as well as Pokemon. I genuinely tried to do this with this chapter, by giving Samus and Toon Link larger roles. I would like to thank Avalon Perez for supporting me the most during the writing of this fic. Please tell me what you think below.)
Chapter four: The Last of the Spirits.
Mewtwo was alone in the cemetery. It had been a few minutes since the Ghost of Christmas Present had disappeared,and was waiting the arrival of the final ghost. Mewtwo would not be waiting for long. A cloud of smoke appeared around him. It became hard to see anything due to how thick it was. When the fog finally lifted, Mewtwo saw the final ghost in front of him.
The Ghost was wearing pointed shoes, a brown tunic, green gloves and pants, and a very weird hat. But the thing that set Mewtwo off the most was the purple and red mask that the spirit was wearing. It just looked demonic in nature.
“Are you the ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” asked Mewtwo.
The phantom nodded.
“I will follow, with a willing heart.”
The scene changed, but not like the other times. The first two ghosts had a fading in and out of scenes, while this ghost’s changes were twisted in a swirl. When the image stopped swirling, They were once again at the Mansion, but it looked old and decayed. The Phantom pointed to Wario and Wolf talking.
“So the-a skinflint up and died, right?” asked Wario.
“Yup.” said Wolf. “All alone in it’s room. Though knowing how it was when it was alive, it doesn’t deserve any mourning. I wonder what he did with the money it owns.”
“It didn’t give it to me-a, that’s for sure.”
“It’s likely to be a cheap funeral, that’s for certain. No one is going to attend.”
“I wouldn’t mind going.” said Wario. “If lunch is provided.”
The two laughed as they walked on.
“I know these men.” said Mewtwo. “So this person they talk about may be a similar case to my own.”
The scene changed. Now Mewtwo and the phantom were in Mewtwo’s room. Mewtwo looked at his bed, where he saw that something was on it. Mewtwo reached out to it. Before he could grab onto the blanket, the scene came to an abrupt end. Now Mewtwo was in the cafeteria. The phantom pointed behind Mewtwo, who turned around.
Pikachu was holding the hands of Raichu, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Lucario, Jigglypuff, and the other Pokemon characters were huddled together. There was only one of them missing.
“Not Pichu.” muttered Mewtwo, remorsefully.
Another group of Smashers came into the room, consisting of Toon Link, Zelda, Sonic, Marth, Palutena, and Samus.
“Your son is in a better place.” comforted Palutena.
“Watashitachi wa anata no sonshitsu no tame ni totemo zannen desu (We are so sorry for your loss).” said Marth.
“We will try to make things better for you.” continued Samus.
“Thank you.” sobbed Raichu.
Toon Link was unusually silent. He slowly moved away from the group. Zelda noticed and walked to him.
“Hey” asked the princess. “You alright.”
“I let him die.” cried Toon Link. “I told him things we going to be alright, but he died anyway.”
“That’s not your fault.” Zelda said. “The- There’s nothing anyone could do. Now cheer up. It’s Christmas.”
Mewtwo was very saddened by this scene. How could he allow such a loving family to be torn apart. The scene changed again, as they were in a cemetery. The Phantom pointed at a grave in the distance.
“Spirit.” said Mewtwo, as he walked forward. “Is this the future that will be or might be?”
The phantom still pointed.
“Things can be changed.”
Mewtwo arrived at the grave, which was covered in snow.
“Please tell me i can save Pichu.”
The phantom pointed still. Mewtwo moved the snow off of the grave, and the writing was clear. The pokemon jumped back at what it said.
Mewtwo
Mewtwo began to cry. “Please, i won’t forget what you taught me. I will keep Christmas every year, in the past, present and future!”
The phantom laughed at this.
“Please!” Mewtwo said grabbing the phantom. “I will change! Just let me avoid the shadows of this unaltered life!”
Mewtwo fell down, only to find himself back in his room, clutching his blanket.
Chapter Five: The End of It.
Yes, Mewtwo was back. It was morning, the sun was shining, and above all, he could change. He opened his door, and found Lucas walking by. Lucas froze in fear, as Mewtwo would always yell at him for bothering him. Sure he had PSI powers, but they were nothing against the power of a legendary pokemon.
“What day is it?” asked Mewtwo.
“It’s-It’s Christmas, Sir.” replied Lucas.
“It’s Christmas!” shouted Mewtwo. “I haven’t missed it! The Spirits can do anything you know!”
“Uhhhhhh,” squeaked Lucas, nervously. “Of course they can.”
“Here.” Mewtwo said, pulling out a bag of money. “Go with me to the Safeway down the street and buy the large turkey. If you do, i will give you $20.”
“Really?” asked Lucas. “Oh boy!”
Lucas ran off to get his friends. Mewtwo went into his restroom and got ready for the day. When he got out, Lucas had bought the Turkey, and had gotten King Dedede of all people to carry it for him. So Mewtwo paid them both $20 and sent the Turkey to the Cafeteria, where Kirby, Peach, and R.O.B. were making food.
For the next few hours, Mewtwo would be shopping for gifts at the local Wal Mart and wrapping them with his mind. He then paid out $10 dollars to anyone who carried or delivered them. Throughout the day, Mewtwo and his new friends went out delivering it’s gifts for all the Smashers. On the way, it bumped into two familiar faces.
“Excuse me.” said Mewtwo, frightening the Ice Climbers. “I apologize for the way acted yesterday.”
“Apology accepted.” gulped Popo.
“Now, for that donation…”
Mewtwo pulled out a check and wrote something on it. When The Ice Climbers read the check, Popo froze in shock. Nana fainted.
“Thank You.” said a shocked Popo. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too.” replied Mewtwo.
Mewtwo was walking to Lucario’s party. He had delivered most of his gifts, sending the ones for Pikachu, Pichu, and even Raichu under anonymity with Lucas’ help. All he had left were the ones for Lucario, Palutena, Mega Man, Dark Pit, Marth, Samus, and Meta Knight.
When Mewtwo was approaching the door, he heard a very familiar conversation.
“Is it an electric type?” asked Mega Man.
“No” Lucario replied.
“Does it live in a cave?” asked Samus.
“Where else?”
“Unwanted?” asked Meta Knight
“Yes.” replied Lucario.
“Woobat!” cried Palutena.
“Isitsubute (Geodude)!” Marth shouted.
“A Zubat!” cried Samus. “Wait. An unwanted Pokemon that lives, or lived, in a cave, but not a Magikarp, Geodude, Woobat, or Zubat...It’s-”
Then Mewtwo walked into the room, shocking everyone.
“I...decided to come after all.” said the Pokemon. “If you’d have me.”
There was a brief moment of silence, before everyone cheered him and told him to come in. It was a wondrous party indeed. After the party, they went into the cafeteria.
As everyone was getting seated, Mewtwo put on an angry face and approached the Pokemon table, where he was sure to find Pikachu. When he approached the table, everyone was shocked to see him.
“Mr. Pikachu.” said Mewtwo. “You weren’t at the office this morning.”
“Yes but-” Pikachu said. He was nervous as all heck though. Jigglypuff became furious at this display.
“There has been a severe problem, and i will not take it any longer!” Mewtwo growled.
“But-”
“In order to fix this problem, i am going to RAISE YOUR SALARY!”
“Well you can just-!” Jigglypuff shouted, before reacting to what Mewtwo said. Let’s just say she was surprised and embarrassed.
“Yes, i believe i haven’t been a good employer.” continued Mewtwo. “So i am going to rectify that right now. Go ahead and take tomorrow off too. Then on the 27th we will work normal hours.”
“Thank you, Sir.” said Pikachu, shedding a tear of joy.
Mewtwo was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more, and to Pichu, who did not die, he was a second father. It became as good a friend, as good a Smasher, a good an employer and as good a Pokemon, as the Smasher’s Mansion knew. Some people laughed to see the sudden change but Mewtwo let them laugh, for it was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened at which some people did not laugh at. Mewtwo’s own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.
Mewtwo had no further communication with Spirits, but always heeded their teachings, and it was always said of it, that Mewtwo knew how to keep Christmas well, if any person alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Pichu observed: “God Bless Us, Everyone!”
(So i finally completed my Fanfic, and with the few edits i did, it came out well. Maybe i should write about the Smasher’s mansion more often. So the three spirits were Shadow, Dr. Kawashima, and Skull Kid as the three spirits. Skull Kid was obvious, but i had to think really hard about the other two. I’m just glad i got this in before Christmas. It’s just too bad i couldn’t find a place for Link, Mario and Sonic. Oh well, maybe next time. After all, if i do another story it’s not like Mewtwo’s going to be the main character again. Merry Christmas.)
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