It was almost bedtime in Ashley's House in Diamond City and Ashley walked into her room in her white nightgown; accompanying her was Red, her demon friend.
"Race you to bed, Red," Ashley said prior to diving into bed with Red, as if on cue.
As they dove into bed, they ended up worming their way to the top.
"Hey! Stop tickling me, Red!" Ashley giggled as Red won the race. "Okay, you beat me again, you jackrabbit! Oh, you want a bedtime story? Okay, then it's time for a bedtime story. You're gonna' like this one. It's called 'Alpha the Lonely Cubivore'."
With that, she pulled out the book called "Alpha the Lonely Cubivore" as if on cue and then began to read out loud.
"Once upon a time," Ashley read, "there was a lonely cubivore named Alpha. He was so lonely that not many of his fellow cubivores wanted to play with him-"
All of a sudden, the creaking noises were heard, prompting the young witch to knock on the wall where said noises were coming from.
"Did you hear that, Red?" Ashley asked. "I think we got wall weasels in here."
Suddenly, a section of said wall began to crumble, revealing the certain green-haired goddess named Lady Palutena.
"Who's there?" Palutena asked, just before said section of the wall crumbled some more, revealing Pit.
"Ugh, my leg's caught!" Pit moaned, and just seconds later, the same section then crumbled once more, finally revealing Dark Pit.
"Hey, break it up!" Dark Pit barked. "Out of my way! Make some room!"
"I think I'm sitting on a nail!" Pit whined again.
"That's my turn," Palutena added.
"Hey, how did you get here?" Ashley asked, prior to Red making some noises. "What's wrong, Red? Oh, I get it. Red says that you'd better take a hike or we'll call the cops."
"Hey, Red," Dark Pit said. "Have you ever been on a tour to the chocolate factory?"
"Mind your manners, Pittoo," Pit hushed. "Ashley deserves an explanation. Now, if someone could just redirect their foot, I'd be happy to tell Ashley a story."
"Did you hear that, Red?" Ashley gasped in awe. "We're getting a new bedtime story. Yay!"
"Well, let's see now," Pit began. "The story starts-"
"Oh come on, Pitstain!" Dark Pit groaned. "My feet are about to fall asleep!"
"There's an art to storytelling, Pittoo," Pit stated. "One must use a pallet of words to paint images, blend sentences, and project them in an interesting way."
"No offense, Pit," Palutena said, "but it's kinda boring."
"Yeah, boring," Ashley agreed.
"See?" Dark Pit smirked. "Ashley's got your number, Pitstain. Anyway, let me tell you a story, Ashley."
With that, the dark angel then focused on the picture of a flower hanging over Ashley's bed. The flower then becomes "real" and the story began.
