Eat this. Heheh.
"Attention y'all!" Master Hand's voice boomed out of the speakers with his southern drawl, silencing the thirty-five talkative smashers. Master Hand was suspiciously wearing a bow tie, something that he rarely did.
"Now I done thought about us, ya know?" Master Hand informed, floating in place. Interpreting his emotions was difficult for everybody because he had no face. So, they had to rely on the way he spoke, which made it even harder with such a heavy accent. "I done thought 'bout how we're a family. I can see y'all are gettin' bored, and I don't want that. So, we're gonna have a dance. It's gonna be cool, and it's gonna be tomorrow night." Groans erupted from the audience. It's not that the smashers hated dances. In fact, they enjoyed them, even non-romantic types like the villains took a liking to them, if only for the opportunity to be mischievous. What they were groaning about was the fact that it was so short notice. "So adios amigos!" Master Hand always acted as if he didn't hear any complaints to his plans. He flew away casually, as fast as a person would walk.
"Ugh, that's just like him," Zelda complained, looking at Peach. "Why does he keep doing this?"
"I don't know," Peach said, her usual smile on her face. "But I guess we should get ready!" With a cheerful wave, Peach literally skipped out of the room, ahead of all the other grumbling smashers.
"This'll suck," Ganondorf grumbled with a snort to Bowser. Bowser nodded.
"You said it," Bowser agreed, growling afterwards. "You know how much a suit for me costs? I'm gonna have to go all the way back to Dark Land, get some cash, and come back." Bowser shook his head in anger, and followed Ganondorf and the other smashers outside.
"What a disgrace," Meta Knight sighed. "I'm not going to this." Rolling his eyes and hopping off the chair, Meta Knight trudged through the crowd on his way out. The smashers were careful not to step on him. Meta Knight hated dances, and was the only one of the smashers to really dislike them, although some others did as well, just not at his level. He always had bad experiences with dances in Smash Bros; nobody could or wanted to dance with him, let alone even look at him.
Suddenly, Meta Knight felt a sharp pain in his back. He collapsed forwards with a gasp of surprise, catching himself on his gloved hands. It felt like someone kicked him. Meta Knight grunted in agony and pain.
"Oh my gosh!" Samus shouted out with a mixture of shock and worry. Samus had been rushing out to avoid the infamous "door jam" and had not even been watching. Samus felt the slight twinge in her foot; she had kicked him hard, even though her power suit was not on. She leaned down amidst the crowd and put her hand on Meta Knight's shoulder.
Meta Knight's eyes narrowed when he turned his head to look at Samus. He swatted her gentle grip off him in anger. "Watch where you going, you klutz," Meta Knight spat. Meta Knight swiftly turned away from Samus, each angry, heavy step leaving the surprised bounty hunter behind.
"Wow, what's the jerk's problem?" Samus sneered to herself, glaring at Meta Knight. Samus didn't take a liking to anybody disrespecting her. She showed so much care and compassion. What a contrast to that. With a huff, Samus walked outside amongst the crowd of smashers. Unfortunately, her goal to avoid the door jam was not realized.
"It's gonna suck," Samus said, plainly. "I hate dances." Samus sharply drove the comb through her soft, long hair. It was effortless, and her hair was the envy of Zelda and even Peach.
"What?" Peach asked in total disbelief, her mouth hanging agape. Zelda concealed a small smirk appearing on her face with her hand. To Zelda and Samus, Peach was often histrionic. To Peach, it was normal.
"Yeah," Samus said, shrugging and pulling the comb through again. "I mean, seriously. What happens there? A few couples dances, some rap by Mario, and then Captain Dummy gets drunk, hits on all the women, and faints." Samus's voice turned bitter.
"That only happened once!" Zelda insisted. "Mario's rapping isn't that bad, anyways! And I'm sure there's a special guy out there for you, if only to dance with." Peach put both of her pristine, white, gloved hands to her mouth and giggled. Peach had a slight obsession with any mention of a "special guy" or a "knight in shining armor" or any fairytale kind of love.
"Yeah, easy for you to say," Samus muttered, bitterly. "You both have two guys that would risk everything to make sure that those cherished hairs on your head were untouched. For me, there's only guys that want a good time." Samus's voice was etched with sarcasm and even more bitterness.
"Come on, Sammy," Zelda teased, using her own nickname for Samus. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. It's just a thing to have some fun."
"She's right!" Peach cheerfully agreed. Samus pulled her comb through her hair, again. After that, she placed it on the dresser, not even glancing at the mirror.
"Yeah...I'm sorry," Samus apologized, walking towards the window and staring out of it. The moon's light began to shine, it's brightness comparable to the sun. Samus always loved watching the sky. It's galaxies and stars seemed etched in it like a playful child with a plethora of colors. There were no identical colors. Everything was different, creative, and beautiful. She sighed, not taking her eyes off of the sky. "See...I'm just a bit...lonely, I guess. Soldier or not, I'm a woman. I just want a guy to hold me in his arms and say he loves me. The dances...they make me wish it so much."
"I hope you're not gonna wear that, dufus," Ganondorf advised, laughing.
"Shut up!" Bowser retorted with a growl, tightening his bow tie. He stared into the cracked mirror, broken during the fistfight between Wario and Ganondorf. Ganondorf threw Wario into the mirror, knocking him out and ending the fight with a shattered mirror. "I look like a sexy beast." Bowser smirked, winking at his reflection.
"You got the beast part right, fatty," Ganondorf joked with a snort.
"Stick it," Bowser replied, making a motion with one claw going straight upward. Bowser smiled, showing all of his razor sharp teeth. Ganondorf's fists clenched, and his eyebrows began to furrow.
"So, anyways...I'm gonna get a regular old tux," Ganondorf said plainly, trying to diffuse the situation. He feared, above all, a fight with Bowser. Bowser's sheer size was enough to guarantee whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. However, Ganondorf, despite Bowser's intimidating size, wasn't afraid. Well, not completely.
"Was it because the dress didn't work out the first time, fatass?" Bowser asked with a glare. Ganondorf rolled his eyes. Bowser held on to grudges like a mouse held on to cheese; like life or death, which was one of Ganondorf's pet peeves.
"Whatever. You get the stuff?" Ganondorf asked, his frown disappearing. Bowser felt a small smirk working its way to his rough face.
"Yeah. Shaving cream, balloons...the works."
"This'll be good, Bowsie."
"Heheh...it's gonna be real good. Too bad we gotta wait 'till tomorrow."
"That's right my dragonian friend. This'll teach that disembodied hand."
"C'mon MK!" Marth begged. "Dude, everyone's gonna be there." Meta Knight shook his head, not even paying attention to Marth. Meta Knight was parked in a large recliner, secluded from the rest of the room in a corner. Everything else was relatively far away from that chair. It was Meta Knight's spot to just go and unwind.
"You gotta go," Ike said. "I mean, it'll be fun!" Meta Knight didn't respond at all, and acted like he didn't hear. He focused on his plain-looking novel. The thick book amazed Marth and Ike; it had to be over 1000 or so pages. It looked boring to Marth and Ike, equipped only with a blank cover. It sure was something they'd never read! The Cat in the Hat looked ten times more fun than something stupid like what he was reading.
"No," Meta Knight said without emotion. He never took his eyes off the book, and even turned a page.
"Please?" Marth begged again. He just stared at the knight. Meta Knight didn't even move.
"No," Meta Knight responded, slightly louder and with a hint of frustration. He again never took his large, unblinking yellow eyes off the pages of the book. Marth and Ike sighed.
"Are you in love with that book or something?" Ike asked, sitting on his bed. Meta Knight finally lowered his book, glaring at Ike through the holes in his mask. Marth was slightly excited at the prospect that Meta Knight might come, but Meta Knight stayed his ground.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Meta Knight growled, still holding his book. "I'm quite engaged in this book!" Ike's face twisted into a look of pure horror. His eyes bulged out in surprise.
"So...you're marrying it too?" Ike asked in disbelief. Marth groaned in frustration at Ike, while Meta Knight just went back to reading without a sound. Ike wasn't stupid, but sometimes, he seemed a bit dim, especially to Meta Knight, whom everybody knew was very intelligent.
"So anyways," Marth continued. "Why don't you wanna come!" Marth also sat down on his bed, which Meta Knight didn't exactly like.
"Oh no...they're gonna stay," Meta Knight worried to himself. He never took his eyes off the book, but he was worried that they would convince him to go. "I'd...have no reason to."
"That's a lame excuse," Marth retorted. "It's going to be fun. All you're gonna do is read all day." Marth chuckled a bit at the thought of reading instead of going to a dance. To Marth and Ike, it was unthinkable. Meta Knight felt himself glare again, even though he wasn't looking at the two.
"I like to read," Meta Knight said, plainly. "And I don't want to go to some dance." Marth sighed again, this time, frustrated at Meta Knight.
"But wh-" Marth started to ask, this time louder and with more of a whiny tone of voice. Meta Knight grew impatient.
"Because I don't want to!" Meta Knight barked, smashing his book on the ground in sheer rage and standing up swiftly. Marth got off his bed, and not taking his eyes off the angered knight, backed up slowly. Meta Knight's eyes shined a yellow with a hint of red, meaning he was about to get violently angry. "It is my decision whether I go to some stupid dance! Not yours! If you and Ike wanna go so bad, then go ahead. But leave me out of it, and go away!" Meta Knight's gloves were balled up into a fist. Marth's lower lip seemed to quiver while , but Meta Knight, glaring at Marth, didn't notice, or didn't care.
"Alright, alright," Ike said passively, standing up and putting both hands up. "We're gonna leave you alone buddy." Ike side-stepped, not taking his eyes off Meta Knight, towards the door. Marth and Ike took Meta Knight's murderous temper very seriously. They never pushed him too far, or else there would be consequences. Marth shot a quick glare at Meta Knight before following Ike outside.
"Finally," Meta Knight whispered to himself once the door was closed. "They're gonna be the death of me." Meta Knight gave a long, sad sigh. "They can't take a hint. Why should I go to a dance, subject myself to humiliation, and be alone...again?"
Poor guy. Anyways, there will be 1 more chapter. Isn't it...oh, I don't know...gonna be CUTE? Sorry; had to rub that in. Anyways, have fun with chapter 2. To be released very soon. I shall not rest till that is released.