This was slightly inspired by the fanfic, Those Three Words. Please enjoy.

"He looks like a woman."

"Only noobs use him."

"He's gay."

"He deserved to get punched in the face."

"I don't see how anyone can really like him."

"He's a moron."

He scrolled through these comments, his heart aching at every one of them.

I thought I was admired. I thought they actually liked me. Why are they saying these things? What did I do to them to make them hate me so much? Don't they like me anymore?

He grew more confused and depressed by the second, his eyes flicking to each comment and derogatory term used.

"He's a clone."

"His moves are so spammable, it's not even funny."

"I hope he's not in the next game. I hope we get a good character next time."

Tears welled up in his eyes. How could they say such things? Did they not feel anything when they called him this? Did they simply not care for his feelings anymore?

Of course there was one term that kept showing up, no matter where he went.

"Feather-fag."

The tears were streaming down his face now.

Why should I care what they think? he wondered. Why does it matter that they think of me this way? Even though I tell myself this, why am I still feeling as though... I'm being torn apart?

Not even Mr. Game and Watch got these insults. Not Olimar, R.O.B... none of the characters anyone considered "cheap" or "useless". Why was it always him?

What did I do that was so wrong?

His eyes flickered to the bedside table. Sitting on it was a canister of sleeping pills.

He rarely used them, only when he really needed to.

He stumbled over to them, unscrewing the lid and pouring as many as he could into his hand.

He took in a shaky breath.

"It's not like anyone will miss me."

~o~o~o~o~

Fox knocked on the door.

"Falco? It's time for dinner."

No answer.

"Maybe he's asleep," Lucas whispered. "We should leave him alone."

"He hasn't eaten in days," Fox replied. "He needs to come out."

He opened the door, to find that Lucas was right; Falco was asleep on his bed.

Fox looked at the computer on his desk.

"Looks like he forgot to turn it off again," Fox chuckled. He wandered over to Falco's unmoving side. He nudged his arm.

"Come on," he whispered gently. "Get up."

Falco didn't move. Didn't react.

Fox shook his arm. "Stop playing around Falco."

Lucas looked at the computer screen. "Fox, did you read any of this?"

The vulpine got up from the bed and read what was on the screen. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he ran to his friend's side again, shaking his arm forcefully and shouting.

"Falco! Wake up!" he cried desperately.

He let his eyes wander around the room, until they rested on a small container that was dropped on the ground. Picking it up, he realized it was an empty container of sleeping pills.

Fox's eyes began to water, and he started to sob. He pressed his face into Falco's unmoving chest.

Falco... why?

"Fox," Lucas said. "Why won't Falco wake up?"

The vulpine forced himself to look up, focusing his blurred vision on the blonde boy.

"He's gone, Lucas," he whispered through his sobs. "Falco is dead. He commited suicide."

This is the first time I've ever written a fanfic this sad, and the first time one was about suicide. And those comments at the beginning. All of them were real. I browsed the Internet, and over the past month or so, I've been seeing so much pointless hate towards all the characters. Falco was just one I wanted to do since it almost seems as though the insults that are hurled at him are pretty much ignored. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this, and please review. Thank you.