It was another dreary 9 to 5 at Smash Bros. Ltd., but Nick Name's enthusiasm burned as brightly as ever. She was on her lunch hour, which she took at the same time every day so she could get a glimpse of her hot Smash crush, Pac-Man. He was the new boy in town, a blonde sphere with a smooth attitude and the fighting skills to match. Yep, Pac was her kind of guy.
Oh boy, it was raw egg day. Raw egg day was Name's favorite day; it was the day they served raw eggs. Raw eggs were like a party ball - you always knew you'd find a zygote inside, but what kind of zygote? The suspense was unbearable.
The lunch lady, an old koopa with a scraggly tooth and librarian glasses, scooped an egg out of the bin with a ladle and slapped it onto her tray with such finesse that the otherwise non-liquid object made a luscious schlop. Name turned and studied the cafeteria.
Pac-Man was sitting across from Shulk, with enough fruit between them to fill several still lifes. He tossed the Monado Boy an orange, and Shulk scraped off the rind with a tiny Xenoblade-styled paring knife.
Pac-Man saw Name watching and smiled. Or was he just opening his face? It was hard to tell, but Name liked to think it was a smile. She blushed to herself. Today would be the day she would finally talk to him.
"Hi, Pac-Man," Name said demurely, gently setting her things down at their table. Pac-Man made one of his usual unintelligible sounds.
The doors of the lunchroom slammed open and in flew a trio of cartoonish ghosts, Luigi scrambling in their wake.
"Ohwawawawahh! Everybody take-a cover!" he cried, wrangling in his vacuum. "The prophecy has been a-set into motion! The end is niiiiigh!"
"I'm really peeling it!" Shulk announced to the orange.
Pac-Man opened his mouth in alarm - or was he smiling? - as the ghosts flew around the room, one making a direct beeline for their table.
"Oh no!" cried Nick Name in horror. She sprang forward to shield her love with her strong arms, but it was too late. The ghost cannonballed into the fat yellow target that was Pac-Man, sending him spinning on the spot with a cry of anguish until he folded into nothingness.