A/N: This is a sort of testing-the-waters fic. Well, really it's my first fic. But tomato, tomato, same difference.

Oh, and the subject does say "humor," but it's probably not even that funny. Anyway, enjoy! Or at least pretend you do. Nyahaha.

"Lady Palutena! There you are!"

"Did you need something, Pit?"

"I've been looking for you! I needed to ask you, since there're new fighters and all, and you've got the room paper now-"

"Oh, I was just about to put it up on the board. You're sharing a room with Pittoo now. Third floor, first room from the left stairs."

"Thanks, Lady Palutena!" Pit said. He started to walk off with his luggage, then turned around. "Wait. Did you say Pittoo was my roommate?"

"I'm not sure why, but he insisted on having a room with you. He wouldn't stop nagging Master Hand until he put you two together." Palutena tried not to start snickering.

"What?"

"I think he likes you."

Pit's face instantly lit up (as if his face wasn't bright already). "Oh, I, um. . . I never thought of that before. I'll go talk to him then."

"You go do that."

"Bye, Lady Palutena!" Pit smiled a little more as he part skipped, part flapped about down the hallway. Palutena watched him fling the stairwell doors open and sing to himself.

"Oh, Pit," Palutena finally said, and broke down into little giggles.

"I can't believe it! Dark Pit actually likes me to some extent!" Pit sang to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (he took extreme liberty with the syllables). "Today suddenly got a lot better! I bet we'll have a bunch of great times together-"

WHAP!

Pit felt his wing slam into something, followed by a muffled yelp. He stopped singing and turned to see Link behind him, his mouth full of feathers. He didn't look too happy about it.

"Sorry, Link! I'll try to pay attention next time."

Link spat out the feathers and nodded. Pit hummed out the rest of the tune softly, making sure not to hit Link in the face again. He reached the third floor and opened the room door. It was almost like a hotel; there were two beds, and a window next to the far one. He threw down his weapons on the far bed and checked the contents of his luggage. Pajamas? Check. Extra tunic? Check. Extra extra tunic? Check. More-extra-than-extra-but-less-extra-than-double-extra-tunic? Check. Oh, and about 100 hearts, too. And a suitcase full of Amiibo, just in case.

After mindlessly observing the room like an NPC for a minute, he left the room to go find Dark Pit. Much excite! He could be a cool mentor to Pittoo, and they and Palutena could sit at the same table during meals, and he could introduce them to all the cool friends he made during Brawl! The new Super Smash Bros. was going to be great.

Dark Pit was walking down the main hallway, looking for the room list. He found it across from the cafeteria doors, pinned rather haphazardly onto the bulletin. Third floor, first room from the left stairs.

Without even looking to see who his roommate was, he headed straight for the stairway, dragging his very, very dark grey luggage behind him. But when he reached the third floor and opened the first door-

"EEK!"

-he was greeted by the sight of a blonde woman in lingerie and the painful sensation of a turnip to the face. Then the door slammed in his face. He looked at the sign hung on the doorknob. "Peach," it read in fancy cursive. He walked across to the other side of the hallway, hoping to never ever feel a wrinkly-faced turnip to the face again . He came across another set of stairs.

He had taken the wrong set of stairs.

This blunder deserved at least 5 minutes of edgy angst. He sat down in front of the stairwell doors-blocking people who wanted to get to their rooms-and surrounded himself with an aura of blackness that made most everyone (especially Lucario) back off and go to the other stairwell.

Meanwhile, Pit still couldn't find his clone-ahem, dark counterpart for the sake of plot convenience. So he struck up a conversation with Link about Cuccos.

Link ended up avoiding Pit for the rest of that week.

Meanwhile, Dark Pit finally got up and the weird aura dissipated, allowing Lucina to find her room. He went to open the door to his own. This time, it was the correct one. There were no signs that anyone had been inside, save for a bunch of white tunics on the far bed and a suitcase full of Amiibo.

He set down his stuff on the bed closer to the door and checked his luggage. Extra tunic? Check. Extra extra tunic? Check. Extra -1 tunic? Check. Also, a box full of Snickers and Capri-Sun. And a children's book for learning the alphabet. Maybe he could get someone to teach him how to read.

Wait a second.

All those white tunics and Amiibos could only belong to one Pitstain.

"Nope," said Dark Pit.

And speak of the devil! (Or should I say "think of the angel?") The door flew open and in flapped Pit!

"Nope," said Dark Pit as Pit swept him up in a hug that was seriously probably going to crush his wings-and more importantly, was intruding on his personal space!

"NOPE," said Dark Pit as Pit dragged him downstairs for dinner and started to ramble on about pretty much everything and then took him back up to their room and showed him his super-cool Amiibo of himself. "I never asked for this. Why would you do this to me."

The new Super Smash Bros. was going to be great.