Smash Bros Story part 2

STEVE
Steve stares in amazement at the very real, but also very… round person in front of him. His mustache is HUGE. So is his hat. And he had the nerve to call HIM weird?!
Who ARE you? Steve asked, typing out the words in his head- the only way he’d discovered of communication in his world.
“It’s-a-me, Mario!” the strange round man said. Steve stared in amazement. However, he was NEVER one to be outdone.
Yeah, well, I… am STEVE.
Mario stared at him like he was stupid. Steve was a lot of things, but NOT stupid. “Never heard of you.”
Yeah, well I’ve never heard of YOU, mister Ma-ri-o! Steve tried to shake his fist at the round man but only succeeded in a whiffing punch over his head. He sighed internally.
“It’s-a SUPER Mario!” Mario adjusted his hat. “Not mister.”
Steve tried to make air quotes. Unfortunately, he forgot he had no fingers. Yeah, well, “Super Mario”, you’re just a weird round… thing. I don’t even know WHAT to call you.
Mario snorts. “I don’t-a know what to call YOU!”
Steve internally gaped in shock. Annoyingly, he could not display such emotions on his body. I just told you; I AM STEVE!!!
Mario pointed a finger at Steve (something he wished very badly to do). “And I told-a you: It’s-a me, Mario!”
Steve snorted. Fine, Ma-ri-o. Should I emphasize the ‘a’, the ‘i’, or both? Wait, can I even emphasize things?
Before Mario could make any kind of retort, there was a low hiss. Steve jumped (something he actually COULD do.) He knew that sound from a hundred sleepless nights. Like, literally, he couldn’t even get in bed.
GET DOWN!
RAYMAN
Rayman sighed. “And I thought I had seen odd things…” He glanced toward the strange twin-tailed fox he’d found outside the strange ship he’d gotten shelter in. He had no idea what to make of this… thing? No, that felt a little insulting. …animal? Fox? …anthropomorphic twin-tailed orange mammal? He facepalmed. He’d dealt with the Rabbid’s shenanigans for years, and seen giant person eating plant dudes, little blue dudes with magic, and tiny annoying magical frog-dudes that slapped you when you were just trying to get in a good wink. But he had never- NEVER- babysat a… fox-dude. For that matter, he had no idea what they ate. He really hoped they liked burritos. Because he’d found a huge stash of burritos in a box on the ship.
And Rayman really, really liked burritos. Now he just had to find a microwave or something and everything would be just fine.
PIKACHU
Pikachu lifted his head. He had no idea where he was. No idea why he was wet. No idea what was making his head ache so bad.
…no idea who he was.
He remembered some things. He was yellow. He had a tail that was shaped like a lightning bolt. He was pretty sure he was a Pikachu.
Everything else was totally blank.
What was his name? Did he HAVE a name? Why in Arceus’ name did he feel like he was buzzing with electricity? …on that note, who’s Arceus?
The Pikachu glanced around at what was around him. A beach. Ocean. That he was half-lying in. He shook himself dry and looked on the other side of the beach. Palm trees. Weird little boxes with flickering images in them.
Pikachu walked along the shore. He wasn’t sure where anyone he knew was. If he knew anyone. When you didn’t have any memory, there were a lot of questions.
Suddenly something blue went past him. Fast. He whirled around to see that the creature had turned around and was now barreling right toward him.
He made an undignified squeak.
TOAD
Toad had not meant to scare the little winged ball of light.
But he had felt that he should probably let her know what was alive and what was not.
He just did it a little bit too suddenly.
The little ball of light stared at the Super Mushroom. “How can you TALK?!”
Toad cleared his throat. “Yeah, no. He can’t talk. That was me.”
The little ball of light whipped around and saw him. Toad smiled.
The little ball of light shrieked. Again.
ROSALINA
Rosalina floated after her Luma. “Wait up, please. You can’t just go floating off!” She snagged the little star-like creature and scolded him. 
“You can’t do that, Luma! You have to stay near me- oh.” She stared at the young man in red in front of her. A red baseball cap, red jacket, jeans, and fingerless gloves. He coughed.
“Um… ma’am, is that your Pokémon? What is it?”
Rosalina stared in confusion. “Pokémon? What’s that? This is my Luma.”
The young man held up a strange red device. “I guess that would explain why it doesn’t appear in my Pokédex, but… what is it?”
Rosalina stared. She had just answered that question. “He’s a Luma.”
The kid stared. “What is a Luma?”
Rosalina responded, “A race from the stars. They eat Star Bits.”
Silence.
The kid finally sighed, “Where am I?”