Hi! Wolfenpilot687 here to entertain you with The Will, a Star Fox Fanfic, from the creators of "SSBB: Give Back my Clothes!" After DianaGohan's idea of this leading to its own, aside fanfic, I wanted to publish this one. I wrote it before the Smash Bros one. This one leaded to it. Enjoy and review!

Wednesday

"Hey, wake up!" A voice from somewhere said. "Fox, you have to see this!"

"Huh? Falco?" I asked, tired. "Ugh. It's 6 AM!"

"I know! We have a message, come to see it!"

Angered, I got up, chose my clothes and walked out my room. "What's going up?"

"It's…Wolf." Krystal replied, scared.

"What? Now what's the problem?" I said, eager to know his new scheme.

"He's…dead" Slippy spoke back.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't believe that! Wolf, my eternal rival…dead…Although all he did, I felt a big hole inside of me.

"Here. Look." Krystal input something on the main console. A hologram appeared. It was a bird like person in a black suit.

"Estimable Team Star Fox, the Cornerian Capitol wants to announce the tragic lost of Mr. Wolf Rufus O'Donnell, which has included you in his will. We wait you a the City Capitol at 2 PM. My condolences, Robin Twigs."

"It can't be!" Falco shouted. "Why would he give us something?"

"I don't know, but it must be important." I mumbled seriously. If the capitol had a bounty on Wolf's head, why they notified his death to us using so a calm way?

The rest of the morning the air felt tense. Almost no one said a word until an hour before the will reading.

"Fox, are you alright?" I hadn't noticed that my elbow was inside a cup of coffee. "You seem…bothered." Krystal was sure reading my mind.

"Sad, me?" Well… "Of course not! Wolf made us the life impossible, although he helped us in some missions…"

"That's why!" She suddenly replied. "You still take him on count!" Count? Me?

"Well…uh…" What to reply?! "Uh…"

Then, I saw the lobby's clock. It stated 1:30.

"Uh…we're gonna be late!" Great! The clock saved me! "Team, move out!" Seriously, I had to say Krystal: "No I hate him! I could kill him again!" No…I was sad…really sad…

"Uh, Krystal? Why do we have to go with formal suit?" Falco moaned. I also asked. I wasn't too used to wear one, it was kind of itchy.

"Because we must show respect to Wolf! We're not going like were going to make that place go boom!" Her dress proved it.

"Heh heh… Go boom." Slippy whispered.

We got into Falco's car. He bought one the last month; he used the money we were saving for new armory! We menaced him to pay us every cent, or we would use it as a replacement Landmaster…actually, it would have been more fun if we brought the Landmaster…

After five minutes of driving we reached the Capitol. Inside, we asked someone about the will reading.

"Hey, guy! Where can we find the will reading of Wolf O'Donnell?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Is in the lecture hall 7-E."

"Thanks."

We took a hallway filled of doors, one of these…

"6-D…7-B…7-D…7-E!"

We opened the door and saw an enormous table with a lot of chairs, almost all of them empty. The end of the table had some people sat: The bird we saw on the message, Leon and Panther (What they where doing here? They should have already arrested them! Although, they were very serious to have lost a comrade.), and maybe a Wolf's familiar but a little smaller, almost a teenager, he was quite silent.

"Oh, Star Fox! Good to see you! Please take a seat. I think we're all…" Robin said. Of course we're all!

I seated myself in a chair next to the little wolf.

"Ok. Now, I'll start…"

"Uh, excuse me…" The wolf suddenly said. "Mr. Twigs, what are those bastards doing here?!" What the…?