Disclaimer: I don't own any Nintendo franchises.

Hope you guys like this. This "guest" has always been a fav of mine. Rated K10+ to be safe.


Pit stretched his arms and yawned. And instantly felt pain. Ow. He had been in a lot of matches last week and sustained a lot of injuries. A cracked rib, a sprained wrist, and a damaged wing. He had been bleeding all over, too. His rib had healed, but his wing and arm were still aching. Pit officially hated falcon punches and Koopalings now. Master Hand decided to keep him out of the competition for a couple of weeks.

He got out of bed and winced as he felt more pain surging through his wing. He put his sling on, made sure his bandages were still on and headed out to breakfast. As he left his room, Pit took a look at the grand hall in front of him. All the bedrooms in the mansion were on the second floor, connected by balconies in the grand hall with two large stairways leading down to the main level. Of course, he would always float down, but again, injuries. He continued towards the kitchen. Not surprisingly, Kirby was already there, inhaling food like it had to be annihilated or else the earth would blow up.

"Everything? Do you really have to eat EVERYTHING?", Pit sighed.

"Hi!". Kirby cheerfully waved at him.

"And yet somehow I find it impossible to accuse you of anything due to your adorableness. I'll find something."

The food always magically reappeared every hour, which is great unless Kirby or King Dedede is hanging around that time. Luckily, there were only 15 minutes left til seven. Kirby wasn't allowed in the kitchen around mealtimes since he ate everything first thing in the morning. As Kirby left, Iggy, Ludwig, Robin, Wii fit trainer, and Link came down, Iggy and Ludwig purposely knocking into Pit's arm to hurt him. He swore that as soon as he was ready, he was going to give them the most brutal combat they would ever experience. Link shot him a look, as if he knew that Pit wanted to rip their arms and was telling him to keep his anger under control.

Pit and Link were good friends. Both preferred similar weaponry, games released at the same time (uh-oh, a fourth-wall break! Hurry! Pretend it never happened!), both hated eggplant, they both saved the planet from evil GODS, for crying out loud! And the fact that Pit wanted payback for the Skyworld match (see the Palutena smash trailer). They sat down on a couch in the common area, eating cereal and waffles when Samus joined them.

I should mention that were good friends with Samus too, since, aside from Marth, and Robin, they were the only human guys who didn't hit on her and actually showed her respect. Pit's upbeat attitude always helped lighten her heart a little bit, too. (And yes, her game came out at the same time as their's.)

Pit finally piped up and asked Link a question. "Hey, that Hookshot you've got? Could I maybe, I don't know, borrow it?"

Link answered with a flat-toned, "No."

"Oh. Well, maybe the Master Sw-"

"No."

"That Power Brac-"

"No."

Pit hung his head then turned back to Link with his hand raised. He had barely opened his mouth before-

"No."

"Samus, I don't suppose you-."

"Absolutely NOT," she said with what looked like a small smile.

Pit sighed.

By this time, all the fighters had woken up and were eating breakfast, and mealtimes could get pretty crazy sometimes. Thankfully, before things got too hectic, the PA system announced, "All fighters to the general assembly hall. All fighters to the general assembly hall."

Samus sighed as she got up. "What do you think it is this time?"

Pit shrugged and said, "I don't know, but if if turns out that Ganondorf, Pitoo, Bowser, Wario, the Koopalings, Wolf, (past fighters were allowed to visit from time to time), and King Dedede tried to take over again, I'm going to need your help in pummeling them."

"I think I would enjoy that," she said with a smirk.

Pit waited until everyone was seated so he could walk in without anyone pushing him over and hurting his arm. Fighters sat according to the franchises they were from. Master Hand walked, er, floated, out on the speaking platform. He tried getting everyone to quiet down but to no avail. Sometimes, with all the argument and chaos, he wondered if this competition was really woth it. He sighed, "Samus?"

She nodded, walked over to stage, and with a harsh, slightly raised tone, said "Shut up" and lo and behold, everyone shut up and sat down. Nobody, ever, EVER, argued with her.

Palutena whispered to Pit and Pittoo (that's Dark pit to those who don't know), "Pay attention you two, you'll be interested in this."

Master Hand started, "Thank-you Samus. Now, I know that you're all a little tired of the monotony around here and the same old day-to-day chaos. So, with a little persuasion from Palutena, I decided to invite someone who should help to mix things up a little bit. Only a few of you know who she is, but you'll find her interesting. Her name is-." Scene Change!


"Hey, Phosphora! You know where my tulip dress is?", a young girl in a red dress shouted.

"Yes, you called?"

Another, older girl with blonde hair and a lightning-blue scarf entered.

"My tulip dress. You know where it is? If you don't, then how about my lily dress?"

"No! What do I look like, your personal aid?"

"Just help me get this suitcase packed! Is the Lightning Chariot ready?"

The girl in the red dress struggled and pushed down on her suitcase, trying to get it shut.

"Yep. It's just outside. The horses are getting a little wild though. They've got a ton of energy stored up, and they're ansty to get going."

"Good. Master Hand invited me to the mansion for a couple weeks and I know exactly how those horses feel. You can take care of things, right?"

The young girl finally succeeded in shutting her suitcase and started lugging it out the door and onto the chariot.

"Yes," the girl with the scarf said, "If anything goes wrong, Cragalanche and I can take care of it. Any other questions and/or orders?"

"Nope. I'll tell Pit you said. . . I don't know, I'll think of a taunt."

"Great. Now you'd better get going, Viridi. Don't wanna keep 'em waiting."