Hello, it is I, the writer formerly known as P.M. Wolf. And now I offer you Halloween Havoc, because I just suck at coming up with titles. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Bowser was fairing best. He still had his collar, the only piece of clothing he actually wore, but also had a nice pile of assorted apparel on his side of the table. In terms of ranking, after him would have been Wolf, who was wearing his pants and undershirt, though his flight suit and gloves where in the property of Bowser, and one of his boots belonged to Samus. Samus was third, and had been reduced to her lingerie. Every time Wolf's eyes lingered on her a little too long, she smacked an open hand across his muzzle. In last place was Popo. It was assumed he didn't completely understand the difference between a straight and a flush, or that four of a kind was better than two of a kind, since he had been reduced to his underwear after only two hands. He looked miserable and was shivering, and Wolf was thoroughly enjoying having the parka and mittens under his possession. He thought of poking his claws through the Eskimo's mittens, but that seemed a little too cruel, even for him. Maybe later.
"Strip poker?" Mewtwo asked. Arm and leg still in a cast, he was floating just off the ground, which meant he moved so quietly that even Wolf didn't notice him until the voice boomed in his mind.
The gamblers gave unanimous grunts of agreement.
Mewtwo rested his good hand on the roof of Popo's skull, his eyes glowed, and they remained like that a moment. Mewtwo then floated off without another word. With a sudden realization, Popo's grin spread across his features, as he noticed the straight flush that was occupying his hand.
Mewtwo continued through the game room, at last reaching the far corner where the pool table resided. Mew was playing alone. Given her size and stubby little arms, using the pool stick properly was nearly impossible. Of course, she could simply utilize her powerful mind, but that wasn't her style. Instead, she positioned the poolstick between her thighs and against her belly, as if she were riding a horse. Or something else, but Mewtwo preferred not to make that analogy.
"Pervert," Mew giggled, eyes glowing to signify her usage of telepathy. It was Mewtwo's own fault, he had let his guard down, if only for a moment, but he felt better in aiming his wraith outwards rather than in. Mew regained her composure and rode the stick, wigging her hips and tapping the white ball, so that it rolled forward and hit the purple, seven ball. A slight jolt of energy, and the seven ball screamed through the empty air, embedding itself in the farthest wall. "Asshole," Mew hissed.
"When will you be leaving?" Mewtwo asked."I'm fine. I don't need you as a bodyguard anymore."
"Yes, but I do just enjoy annoying you so." She giggled a little, floating around, retrieving the seven ball and placing it back on the table. This time when she tried to knock it, it didn't budge. She tried again, and it didn't move, so she hit it directly with the pool cue, but the wood splintered and split and the ball remained perfectly static.
"I'm sure you have important business that you need to tend to," Mewtwo sighed.
"No, I don't. I'll tell you what, I'll leave after the Halloween party, I have this great idea for a costume."
Mewtwo must have been satisfied with that, because the seven ball rolled into the right corner pocket.