What's up? For those who actually bother to look at my profile, you probably would have noticed "Stuck in a Wardrobe!" sitting at the bottom (well, not quite at the bottom) because I had put the category under Narnia. Whoops! Obviously, I'd get more fans from SSB, as Angel in the Battle (I love self-promoting!) was a hit…hehe…

So, I deleted it. And now I'm back with a better version! A much better version! You know why? BECAUSE IT HAS PIT IN IT! OH BABY!

Pit: Hooray.

Yeah. Apologies to those who don't like the Pit fics coming out early…I'm sorry I'm obsessed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo. If I did, I'd be making too much money to be spending time on this site!

This fic was inspired by J. B. Jazz. I have asked for her permission and received it! So there! –points and laughs at you and finds it doesn't make a big deal at all- Fine.

Stuck in an Elevator

Roy was standing in an elevator, watching all the floors go by.

"Wow," he thought, "I hate this music."

The elevator stopped, much the redhead's annoyance, and in stepped Pit.

"Fourth floor, please," the angel asked.

Roy just mumbled as he pressed the button and the elevator continued on.

"I really hate this music."

The elevator stopped again as Marth flounced in. He grinned happily at the two who were already in the elevator. Pit just stared, eyebrows raised. Roy groaned. They continued until the elevator stopped once more.

"Damn it! I swear I'm going to kill whoever walks in next—" Roy started.

Zero-Suit Samus walked in. "Hello!"

"Never mind," said Roy.

They continued up. When it stopped, Roy looked like he was going to explode.

"Now, now, Roy," Marth came up to sooth him with his sultry voice. "You must calm yourself if you ever want to—"

"Shut up, Hairspray Freak!"

Marth glared at Roy, and crossed his arms, turning his nose up. "Fine!"

Link and Zelda stepped in. No one reacted because the Authoress was too lazy to bother making anyone react…so yeah…(THIS IS FUN.)

Suddenly (you can start paying attention again) the lights went out, Marth let out a girly scream, the elevator stopped, Marth let out a girly scream, and there was an ominous bump and Pit let out a girly scream, because Marth fainted and Pit was doing it for him.

"Thanks, Pit," Marth said.

"You're welcome—wait, what?"

"What do we do now?" Samus asked.

"Get help, I suppose," Link answered.

Marth un-fainted. "We can use my cell phone!" He pulled out a glittery pink Motorola Razr. "Um…how do you call 9-1-1?"

Before anyone could do anything, the phone rang with the "Gimme More" ring tone. Everyone jumped.

"Let me answer it!" Roy grabbed the phone and opened it. "Hello, this is Roy speaking, and I hope you die because you're not stuck in an elevator with a bunch of idiots, except for Samus."

"Can you hear me now?" a voice asked.

"Um…I can hear you just fine."

"Can you hear me now?"

"Yes," Roy started to get irritated, "I can hear you."

"Can you hear me now?"

"Yes…listen, we're stuck in an elevator, so can you help—"

"Can you hear me now?"

"SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT! I CAN HEAR YOU! I ALWAYS COULD HEAR YOU! AND NOW, WITH YOUR ANNOYING QUESTIONING, I ALWAYS WILL HEAR YOU! AHHH!"

Roy threw the phone to the ground and jumped on it, crushing all hope of emergency contact into a thousand pieces.

"I wonder what they wanted?" Zelda mused.

"Who knows, but now Roy destroyed all contact to the outside world," muttered Marth.

"What do we do now?" sighed Pit.

They were all silent.

"Let's all sing songs!" Marth clasped his hands together.

"If your brain is big enough for you to remember all of them…" Roy mumbled.

"Hey, that's not nice!" Marth cried.

"What are you going to do, fight me?" Roy challenged. "Bring it on!"

"It's been brung! Crap…" Marth received a kick in the stomach.

Samus, who had been quiet this whole time, fumbled with the buttons on the elevator. She finally pressed one called "INTERCOM".

"Hello?" a voice said.

"Shh!" Roy warned. "Let me handle this!"

"Hello? We've been trying to reach you for a while…"

"Hello!" Marth replied. "There are…um…wait…" He began to count people, but stopped on three, frowning as if he were thinking deeply.

"Out of the way, fop!" Roy shoved Marth away from the speaker. "I want a Number 4 with no mayo, medium fries, and a large Dr. Pepper!'

"Ugh, you kids, always screwing with the buttons!" the voice groaned before hanging up.

"What did he want?" Samus asked.

"Who knows," Pit shrugged.

There you go! Enjoy!