Parallel
Mr. Game & Watch didn't often come into contact with his housemates outside of matches. He was 2-dimensional, after all. As much as he tried to understand their reluctance, the lineup had become so diverse that nothing should surprise them. Even so, a tap on the shoulder to get someone's attention was not as well received as he'd hoped. He stayed on the walls, easily following the moulding from one room to the next, unnoticed by the others. The younger smashers drew a kind of crayon environment for him to explore.
The moment Pac-man entered the mansion, G&W knew his lonely days were over. The ghost hunter could step into his plane and stare him down, speaking to him in 8-bit with a strange accent. Flatzoners were intriguing to him. Reminiscent of the past, but blank-slated essentially. The mystery in that kind of universe was, as he described, an adventurer's muse..
Game & Watch was certainly not expecting to be flirted with. Sensations worked differently outside the human plane. Graphics meld, willful magnetism scattering nodes to be repurposed for pleasure. The process is as complicated as it is rewarding. G&W was seduced by his interest, and pulled stronger with every visit. Pac-man recanted an era G&W had thought he'd lost. He gave in after they'd been walking the walls one night, thanks to one awkward-looking but personal goodnight kiss. The onyx 8-bit led them through the crack in the door and across the carpet. They converged under the bed, hidden from each other in shadow. Mr. Game & Watch practically melted away. He felt himself peppered here and there, the forces resisting their forms making his outer pixels crowd toward the center. White-hot energy spilled from one to the other, the place where the two met stirring with excitement. Mere minutes passed before they reached perfect union, sparks and pixels flying until it passed, like the departure of the moon after a solar eclipse. Separated, they settled against the wall. The experience was more powerful than any 3-D organism could grasp. No words justified it.
They laughed, knowing it could never happen again, but glad all the same.
