Author's Note: All this was based off of a weekend I spent with a bunch of cousins... who happen to be Smash players just like me. There were actually 8 of us spending time together, and being one of "The 4 eldest ones" isn't so easy when the rest of them are basically wild animals when left unchecked.
Chapter 1: Tuning Out
The last smash match of the day was a three stock team battle between Mega Man, Pit, Olimar, and Villager. Every day's final battles always seemed to be interesting, so a few of the other smashers had gathered to watch.
Ultimately, it had ended in a "no contest", due to Crazy Hand "accidentally" pushing the big red button that made the entire omega stage suddenly disappear beneath everyone's feet only five seconds after the battle actually started. Let's just say recovering without any platforms to go to... was a minor inconvenience.
With that, the audience immediately left with mixed reactions, and the four smashers were left without anything to do for the rest of the night.
"So... you guys wanna hang out or something? Like right now?"
"Overnight?"
"Yeah. We could stay at my place. I am the mayor of Smashville, after all."
"But aren't we at least going to bring some stuff with us before we leave?" Pit asked.
"No!" They all shouted, as they dragged Pit away with them before he could do or say anything. Now definitely wasn't the time to be packing! That was something reserved for planned events!
Instead of taking the much shorter route of simply walking through one of the portals going to their various home worlds, they decided to get Kapp'N to drive them to Smashville. At some point during the ride, Mega Man started playing music, and soon enough, everyone in the bus was singing and clapping along to the tunes.
Then, the blue bomber decided to play a secret (but now, not-so-secret) video recording he had captured a few weeks ago:
One of Olimar looking out the window and singing a song he wrote himself.
"I could come up with so many different, complex things to say...
But I don't think I can speak even the simplest 'I love you...'"
The captain said nothing about it and just looked away trying not to get awkward stares.
"Aww... that's sweet. And sad." Said Pit.
Upon their arrival at Villager's house, they were greeted with some of the younger smashers who happened to be staying over too, watching TV, and... the smell of fresh roasted pork belly...?
"Well, you see, I opened a restaurant downtown... and I really don't have any other place to keep all the ingredients and the food... so now the entire house always smells like this. Delicious, huh?"
"...And uh, yeah... so that's dinner!" Villager announced. Their mouths were watering, and they were hungry. Nobody likes dealing with hungry smashers, so that was the first thing they did. They sat down at the table next to the TV.
His cooking was good, but Mega Man had an E-Tank, and Olimar only ate a little, due to his species being vegetarian, and eating meat just wasn't the best idea.
...Which is why he got Ness to pass him the canister of berry mints he and Lucas were sharing. Those were good too. He poured some candies onto the table.
As soon as he did that, Pit immediately reached over to share, though the angel ended up taking a whole lot more than just "a handful." The other two paid them no mind. Mega Man and Villager were at the moment more focused on the movie that was playing, and Villager didn't really care that his candies were probably going to all be gone by tomorrow morning, anyway.
They spent a few hours with the younger smashers, some of which were just annoying, but they were nice to be around with for the most part. Together, they did some of the basic things you'd expect at a sleepover, stuff like playing card games, exchanging embarrassing information, and pulling dumb pranks on each other... though mostly that was just Ness and Toon Link.
Time always seemed to pass when you're having fun, and this was no exception. They'd been enjoying themselves for about four hours now, and the current time was 9 PM...and everyone else had already gone upstairs by then. Meanwhile, the four remaining smashers were asked to sit down on the couch in front of the TV together. Oddly enough, there was a single plastic blue chair nearby that they hadn't noticed before. So what was the point of that?
All they wanted now was to go follow the rest. There were no more berry mints left, as Lucas took the entire canister with them.
Villager turned on the TV and hooked it up to his laptop. He smiled, and began to type on it. The letters showed up on the bigger screen in front. The text read:
Welcome to late night psychiatry. I get that you all probably want to go upstairs right now, but please stay.
Listen to Wii Fit.
Listen to Wii Fit.
Listen to Wii Fit.
"Can someone please tell me what that reads...?" Pit asked. Nobody helped him.
The next thing they knew, Wii Fit Trainer walked in from seemingly nowhere, a stack of paper and several boxes of crayons in her arms. She promptly placed the items on the coffee table, and sat down in the chair.
No one was the least bit concerned about how Villager knew exactly what was going on or where Wii Fit even came from.
She began to give a surprisingly long lecture that was essentially an awkward mix of "being responsible for the rest of tonight", "taking care of yourselves" and "praise Sakurai." At first, everyone was paying attention, but around ten minutes in, things were getting boring for the four of them. Pit and Mega Man were trading doodles of other smashers, Olimar was staring up at the ceiling lost in thought, and at some point, Villager got up to make himself a cup of coffee. Somehow, Wii Fit was oblivious to all this, and kept on monologuing.
"Okay, who asked for this again? Because if I did, I don't remember." Whispered Mega Man.
"Not me. Her idea." Replied Villager as he took a sip of his latte.
"…You're the one who wanted a totally unplanned sleepover. So by extension, it's yours." Said Pit. The angel didn't even look up from his blank paper...
"...And that's one step towards you all becoming better smashers!"
Only then did they turn their attention back to her.
"Alright, now on your pieces of paper, draw something that you think represents you, and then write a short description about why that is."
"Uh..."
The angel and the blue bomber had traded so many drawings during the lecture that they had ended up using all the paper in the stack, on both sides of each sheet. In a slight panic, they both turned to the others to see if they still had theirs...
Olimar, despite the long lecture being over, still hadn't snapped out of it yet. Apparently, he had slowly torn off bits of his paper until almost nothing was left. Now, its remains were sprinkled all over the floor. Villager still had his, though it was slightly crumpled... but that would have to do. Pit asked, he said yes, and they got Mega Man to cut the paper into four almost equal pieces.
The three of them quickly scribbled on their papers in crayon, because that was really the only writing tool they had available at the time. However, they were all sharing one small coffee table, which made drawing hard considering that crayons of all sorts of colors were everywhere, and the paper was somewhat small, since they were just using one paper split into four.
In the end, no matter how artistic and pretty their art turned out to be, it all still kind of looked like some random group of preschoolers made it.
"...Done!" They said in unison.
"Now, we will each show off our drawings!"
"NOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T!" They yelled. Or rather, just Pit.
"...No? That's fine. We'll just move on the next activity."
Next activity? Next...? Boy, were they in for a long night. Throughout all this, the Pikmin captain managed to tune out not only the lecture, but also the entire session. The other three wished they were him right about then.
Eventually, they were allowed to follow the others. However, their energy was still very far from burning out. They were smashers, after all.
Author's Note: When the younger ones took the berry mints I was just mildly disappointed, I was particularly enjoying those