(( A/N: A strange creature shows up at Smash Mansion and develops an unhealthy interest in Roy. Strange things start happening; people are disappearing, losing their temper over trivial things, and acting just plain weird…And the very few sane people left are just trying to survive the insanity. Warning! Character deaths and OOC!))

It was a beautiful spring day at Smash Mansion. But that was about to change as a loud explosion echoed throughout the large estate…

"Roy! God dammit, Roy!" A voice rang out from the outer side of the pyro's door. A singed and slightly battered Marth entered through said door, a look of fury on his face. The pyro, known as Roy, looked up from a comic he was reading. The instant he saw Marth, he began laughing hysterically. Marth was not amused.

"How many time have I told you not to leave motion-sensor bombs lying around?" The prince tried to regain his composure and speak calmly, but he was failing miserably.

"Fifty-seven." Roy said quickly.

"Make that fifty-eight. If I run into one more, I swear…" He took a deep breath. "Never mind. Just don't do it again." And with that, he left and slammed the door behind him.

Another explosion rang outside of Roy's door.

"Fifty-nine!"

Marth could be heard loudly shouting obscenities in Japanese.

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Marth stormed loudly into the living room, still spouting Japan's most colorful words. Mewtwo, whom Marth happened to pass on his way to the main room, simply looked at him and shook his head.

Upon entering the main hall, Marth ran a hand through his (singed) blue hair and let out an exasperated sigh. He plopped onto his favorite large blue sofa and began to reach for the television remote when the doorbell rang. After taking a quick look around the large room and seeing no one making a move to answer it, He let out another sigh and got up to answer the door.

When he first opened the door, he didn't see anyone, but a polite cough drew his attention downward to a small… thing. It vaguely resembled a female human child, and was about two feet tall. She had brown hair that reached her waist, and her large eyes were violet. She was barefoot and wearing nothing but a nightgown, and was clutching a teddy bear in her right hand. She was cute, in a creepy sort of way, but Marth had always found disproportionate children creepy.

"Er… can I help you?" He asked cautiously. Tears welled up in the thing's eyes, and she let out a wail.

"I'm… I'm… I'm lost!" She cried, rubbing her oversized eyes with the sleeve of her nightgown. Marth started to panic when she started crying, and he poked his head outside the door and looked around. Seeing no one, he looked at the child-thing again.

"Um, don't you have any parents around, or something?" He asked, close to hysterics. "Where's your mommy?"

The child sniffled, then, taking her arm away from her face, she stared at him with big, watery eyes. "I don't have a mommy. Can I stay here with you?"

This sent Marth's creepiness meter into overdrive, because the instant she looked at him with those eyes, he felt an uncomfortable surge of electricity shoot through him. After glancing back into the room and not seeing either Pikachu or its younger incarnation as the source of the jolt, he shivered. The child had also stopped crying the instant she had looked at him, and was currently pushing past Marth so that she could enter the room.

"Uh…" he stated eloquently before shaking his head and closing the door.

"I'm called Chubi, by the way." The child said, looking up at him. Sometime between five seconds ago and now, her voice had changed from that of a small, innocent child, to the deeper tone of an adult woman.

"I'm… Marth." He said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. He fought back the urge to ask 'what the heck are you,' and instead began walking toward the stairs in an attempt to get as far away as possible from the creepy child.

"Well?" The sound of her voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly to see Chubi glaring at him.

"Well what?" he managed to choke out.

"Aren't you going to give me a tour? I'm going to be living here, right?" She asked, eyes narrowing.

"Er… no." He said the last word a little quicker than necessary, and ran up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him.

Chubi stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded and wide-eyed. She snapped out of her shocked trance when she heard footsteps coming her way.

"Hey little girl, are you lost?"

Chubi grinned widely.

((A/N: This is mainly an experiment, so I'll continue if I get three reviews. Ideas, suggestions, and constructive criticism is all appreciated!))