Christmas Eve. The streets were filled with Mushrooms and Humans alike, both adult and child. Adults were doing their last bit of Christmas shopping, while the children were playing tag and other such childish games. The snow was falling heavily, causing snowball fights, with some hitting the shoppers in face, dropping all their shopping in the cold wet snow. However, all of that stopped, when a fat, grumpy old man, in a trench coat and top hat, walked pasted, carrying a walking stick. His very presence, cause the whole street to gloom, with kids hiding behind one another. Carol singers stopped when he walked passed. The old man walked up to a door, with a sign, saying, 'Wario and Waluigi,' to the left of it. However, the second of the two names was nearly scratched off, almost being unreadable. Waluigi was dead to begin with. There was no doubt about that. His death certificate was completely official, and signed by the clergyman, a goomba, the clerk, a koopa, the undertaker, a shy guy, and, most importantly, Wario. And if Wario signed it then, well, no arguing about that. Waluigi was absolutely not upset or heart broken.
Of course Wario knows he was dead, since they were only partners at 'Wario and WaluigiWare Inc. for their entire young adult lives! (Although, now that Waluigi is dead, it is now called 'WarioWare Inc.) Wario was Waluigi's only partner, brother, equal, friend, and mourner. Heck, Wario really didn't even care that he died anyway. In fact, he made sure that his funeral was as cheap on costs as possible.
Anywho, Wario was the greediest, stingiest, penny-pinching miser one could ever meet. No one would ever want to get near him, and Wario, in turn, didn't want to be near them either. He was mean twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and three hundred sixty five days a year.
Wario was the chief of 'Wario(and Waluigi)Ware Inc.', a video game company. All of his employees were overworked and underpaid, and if they complained, out the door they went. One of these employees who tries to work real hard was an Italian man named Mario. Mario was a nice guy and he was, pleasant, humorous... and flat broke. Hence, he joined WarioWare Inc. to pay off his massive debt. Unfortunately, due to his current financial status, Wario had him work overtime in the basement with little or no break and, when Wario did manage to pay him, the tax deductions reduced it to nothing more that enough to afford a cab home.
Thus, this went on for as long as poor Mario could remember until one cold, snowy winter's day. It was Christmas Eve, the coldest Christmas Eve in recent Mushroom Kingdom records, but, not surprisingly, the cold outside wasn't colder than Wario's heart. He had told Mario something that he had dreaded since he found out that company was losing money: He wasn't getting Christmas off."B-But W-Wario..." Mario protested, shivering in the coldness of the basement, "I-I c-can't work on C-Christmas! I-I've got a w-wife and c-children and..."
"Well, hooray for you." Wario replied without any ping of sympathy, "I'm surprised that they still remember you, considering how many hours I put you to work down here."
"I-It's Christmas! S-Surely you'd a-agree to letting m-me have the d-day o-off..."
"Oh right, let me think about it. Ok, I thought about it. No."
Before Mario could plead with Wario more, Wario excused himself from the basement before, quoth Wario, "I catch phenomena from you, you pathetic excuse for a life." On his way back up, he walked by his secretary, Mona, who interrupted his march back to his office.
"Wario?" Mona reported in a particularly unpleasant tone, probably since she wasn't getting Christmas off either, "There's someone here to see you. Your nephew, I believe. I told him to wait in the lobby."
Wario grumbled as he changed his course and waltzed towards the lobby. Once there, Wario noticed a man a bit taller and skinnier than Mario looking around at the architectural achievement that was the lobby. The fact that he was wearing green and had a hat with an "L" embroidered on the front confirmed to Wario that it was indeed his nephew, Luigi.
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Super Mario: Christmas Carol
Hayran KurguThough the Mushroom Kingdom awaits the joyful arrival of Christmas, miserly Wario thinks it's all humbug, berating his faithful clerk and cheerful nephew for their view. Later, Wario encounters the ghost of his brother, who warns that three spirits...