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Warning: Massive OOC! Sorry!

Hello. My name's Toon Link.

Right now, I got locked in the 'closet of shame' by Princess Zelda with the 'notebook of shame' for what seems like the millionth time. The damned woman could have at least gotten me the orange juice I wanted.

So.. I have to record my 'evil doings' now. But I'm just gonna write this.

This is the story of my friends, Lucas, Ness, and I. They're the ones with psychokinesis, PK, but I still have my Four Sword and Master Sword, so that counts as magic- right?

People say I'm mischievous, unlike my older incarnation. His name is just plain old Link. They say he's more of a go-to guy. I can see where they get that from. Haven't you play Twilight Princess or something? Not even the original Zelda?

But, back to the topic, Lucas, Ness, and I were always teased. It made us weak; all of those cruel words coursing through your brain. Who wouldn't feel weak from that?

...

We weren't that bad, though.

Nana and Popo, fraternal twins known as the Ice Climbers, said they looked up to our strength in heart. When Lucas heard that, he started breaking down. Poor kid. Ness and I agreed he got affected the most.

People said he was the worst out of the three of us. Said he kept running from fights. Couldn't fight properly. They said he was worse than Olimar, and that guy doesn't even fight on his own.

So, Ness tried to stand up for Lucas. Didn't do crap, though. They started hooking him with insults. He used to be all 'organized and proposed', kinda secluded. Had his whole life ahead of him planned out. Now he's goin' through shit.

I was last to join the Thunderlings. The first time I saw Lucas and Ness being harassed, the harasser was Ike. To tell you the truth, I was surprised. I thought he was a good guy. He treated me to a sundae at Chick-Fil-A once, and I'm pretty sure that counts as nice.

At first, I just stood there, omitting to do anything. Then, I sprinted to Master Hand's office. Bat-shit crazy Hand didn't do anything. So I did what I do best.

I snapped.

Master Hand locked my sword away after my battles, but what's he got, eyes on the back of his... hand? Haha. No.

I crept into his office slowly and carefully and sprinted past his desk as quickly as possible. He had a file cabinet tucked away in the very back of the office. Sure, enough, it was in there, right in my file.

I got the Master Sword out, rather than any of my other ones, and exited out the back. The infirmary was in the back, and that was where the therapy sessions and mental institutions were, too- so he'd just believe I was visiting over there... most likely.

As I passed by one of the Hands, I tried my best to wave casually. It looked a lot more like a wooden plank flapping itself up and down. It didn't matter, though; he still waved back. Although, he wiggled his fingers as he did so. So, I corrected my self. It was Crazy Hand in there... no wonder.

"What'cha gonna do about it? Huh? Stand up for yourselves?" I remember Ike's cruel taunts as he held Ness's hat high above his head. I could feel myself grinding my teeth, a bad habit I'd do when I was frustrated. Lucas must've seen me coming, for he'd started tapping Ness rapidly pointing in my direction. Ness gazed over at me. He stopped reaching for his hat.

"What'cha stop reachin' for your hat for, dipshit? You finally giving up? Ha. Puny."

"I'll show you the real definition of puny if you don't put my friend's freaking hat down, asshole."

That month, Ike had been suspended from all the tournaments and spent every hour in the infirmary with Dr. Mario and Mewtwo. I didn't pity him (even if he got me a sundae). I laughed. Right in his face. Got him a ton of broken bones, a sprained foot, and some deep gashes. Peach brought lunch to him everyday. Sucks, for me, too, though. I had to stay either in my room or the mental institute.

I picked my room.

You could say everything got Master Hand level of bat-shit crazy when the PK Thunderlings formed. A get together of independence, strength, and freedom, I suppose. I don't know who would come up with such a horrific idea, but all I know is...

If someone ever reads this, just remember. Never put a unstably angry swordsman and two psychokinetic kids- one's a smartass and one's a shy one- together. Unless you wanna go through the hell called the Smash Mansion. And if anyone asks, tell them Toon Link sent you

"I can't write anymore. My fingers hurt waaaay too bad. And I still don't have my OJ!" Toon Link grumbled as he slammed the helpless laptop closed.

I hope you liked it ;D