Please, be nice, as this is my first fic posted here. Forgive my stupid
mistakes, and review gently. 8_8 I'm very sensitive! *sad chibi eyes*
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Not even me. Because I'm a poor loser with no life. Bah. =P
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An eerie shadow stretches its gray fingers across a cold, stone wall, it's shape twisted and deformed as it cackles evily, lightning flashing ominously in the background, soon followed by a frightening roar of thunder. The shadow continues to laugh manically, curling fingers slightly inward as its grating voice echoes throughout the whole room. Actually, it rather reminds me of a shadow puppet.
"I'm a hand, dammit! The Master Hand!"
Ah. That explains it.
"Stupid narrator! Just continue the blasted fic!"
Fine, fine. No need to get all testy.
"RAR!!!"
Gack! Huge. meaty. fingers. wrapped. around.throat.can't breathe. losing consciousness.
Thunk.
And, so ended the life of the stupid, English accented narrator. And, so begins my reign of terror. AS THE STORYTELLER-PERSON-THING-A-MA-BOB! MWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
*cough* Well, anyways. I shall now begin the fic! All hail the almighty Lito Skullington!!! (also known as "Kid" ^_^)
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The sun rose serenely over the mountain tops. uh. mountains? Where are we? Yosemite? Bah.
The sun rose over the tall, urban skyscrapers, casting it's warm rays over the dirty cement streets. Ah, yes. The ever-expanding world of Nintendo. Located at the very heart of the busy city was a huge stone building. I mean huge. Really huge. Huge enough to house a friggin' twenty-five or so people, two hands, a baseball field, and a whole lotta representations of various places in Nintendo Land, such as Hyrule and Brinstar. Yup, that huge.
A flag waved stiffly in the stuffy summer breeze, wrinkles rippling over the crudely stitched picture of a target that was terribly off. Ah, yes. The Super Smash Brothers logo. Inside this huge building resides the mass of Nintendo characters randomly chosen to become warriors. Or, something like that.
These fighters have always lived their lives in order and peace. Whenever someone got on their nerves, they just went and beat the living crud out of them. Yes, the simple, elegant ways of a Smasher. But, what is this? Something is terribly wrong! The orderly ways of these brawlers are about to be turned upside-down, and all around! Someone is planning to take over the headquarters! Oh, and what a twisted, sinister plan they have thought of.
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"Marth! Marth, wake up!"
Marth groaned, pulling his covers over his head. "Go away Roy. I'm tired." He felt Roy latch onto his shoulders, and begin mercilessly shaking him.
"Marth, please! It's really important!"
"Dammit, Roy, leave me alone!" Marth shouted, sitting up. A terrified gurgle escaped his throat, and he fell back stiffly against the backboard. Instead of the cheerful, youthful face of the fiery-haired swordsmen, he found himself almost nose to nose with the flawless, pucker-lipped face of Princess Peach Toadstool.
"P-P-Peach?" he stuttered, wide-eyed. Peach frowned, rolling her eyes.
"No, Marth." she said in a very masculine-sounding voice. "This is Roy."
"R-Roy-kun?" the Altean prince whispered. He placed a hand to his forehead, groaning. "No. I'm dreaming. Either that, or you're just foolin' around with me, Peach. Yeah. That's it. This all some sorta stupid prank. Ha. You really do a good imitation of Roy. Almost had me thinking. yeah. Get off my bed. You're a girl, you don't belong in the boy's-"
Marth stopped suddenly. The hand he'd just pressed against his forehead. It wasn't a hand. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled a tiny, quivering paw away from his brow. A tiny, hairy yellow paw, complete with little rodent claws.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Marth screeched, fingers digging into his slender, furry wrist. "My perfection! It's. it's. oh, gods! My beautiful, flawless hands! W-w-what.?"
Peach sighed, cupping her chin in the palm of her hand as the laid out on Marth's bed. "This is why I woke you." she said dryly.
Marth stuttered unintelligibly as he traced his once smooth, masculine jaw line with a tiny paw. It had now become a chubby, furry little face, with pinkish splotches on his cheeks. He let his hand travel further up. A cute little button nose. Huge, round eyes. Enormous, diamond-shaped ears. Realization struck him hard. (and a bit late.) This wasn't his body. This was the tiny frame of the Pokemon, Pichu.
"Something happened during the night," Peach began, sitting up, revealing herself to be dressed solely in panties and a bra. "Somehow, we switched bodies with Peach and Pichu."
"No duh!" Marth screamed, now bouncing anxiously around on his bed, which only the night before, had been almost too small for him, and now seemed as wide as a football field. "I can't show my face like this! Think of the embarrassment!" He moaned, sinking to his short, rodent-y knees and burying his chubby face in his paws. "All my princely studliness. all my beauty. ALL MY DAMN SEXINESS!!! Gone."
Peach/Roy sighed, and laid a slender hand on the tiny mouse's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure Dr. Mario will have a cure." he/she said gently, smiling warmly. Pichu/Marth looked up, wiping away silvery tears and smiling a little.
"You really think so?" he asked, sniffling. Roy nodded, smiling comfortingly.
"I'm sure of it. Now, let's go find him!"
"Right!" Marth leapt up, about to race out the door, Roy close behind, when suddenly, he froze. "Wait a sec." He glanced down at himself, and his eyes widened. "YAAAAH!!!" he screamed, hurdling back beneath the covers. "Roy, don't look! I'm butt-naked!"
Roy rolled his eyes. "Nah, Pokemon are always like that."
Marth completely ignored him. He scampered into his closet, discovering he fit quite nicely. Inside, once he'd thrown aside all the leftover junk-food and other strange assortments, he discovered the outfit he'd accidentally washed in the cold cycle, then dried. How convenient. -_-;
As quickly as possible, he slipped into the shrunken clothing. Fastening the ruby clasp on his cloak, he scampered to the mirror, only to discovered he now barely peeked into view.
"Roy! I can't see! Pick me up!" he demanded. Roy sighed, but did as he was told.
Marth studied himself in the mirror. There was a slight bulge in the back of the tunic, where his tail was confined. Easily fixed. Gloves and boots weren't necessary. Besides, the ones he had would never fit.
Ripping a hole in the back of his leggings with a claw, Marth pulled his tail free. "There." he said. He looked himself up and down. "Hmm. something is still missing." he mused, eying himself. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.er.claws.oh, whatever Pichu has! Leaping from Roy's arms, he trotted back into the closet, then, after a few seconds of scuffling around, emerged with a tiara.
Placing it on his tiny brow, he glanced back into the mirror. It promptly fell over one eye. Grunting, he eased it back up. Sure, it was a bit too big, but it still put the finishing touch on the outfit.
"Okay, I'm ready!" he said, smiling.
"So am I!" Roy exclaimed, turning towards the door. Marth snickered. (ooh! Candy! ^_^)
"Roy, you're in Peach's underwear! You're not even fully clothed!" He cried between chuckles.
Roy rolled his eyes. "Unlike a certain someone," he said, eying the Altean rat, "I don't care what I look like, since it really isn't my responsibility in the first place, this not being me and all. Besides, I've seen her run around the whole place naked before, so this shouldn't be so bad."
"Whatever you say." Marth said with a coy mousy grin, a slight blush spreading over his face.
The two exited the room, looking quite strange. A little rat, clothed in a swordsman's attire, and a Princess, prancing around in lacy pink undergarments, both walking side-by-side and chatting like old friends. Very strange indeed.
And so begins the quest for. their original bodies? O_o; Weird.
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So? How was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue? Please, Review! I beg you, for the love of bishonen! 8_8 Be nice. flames leave nasty burns.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Not even me. Because I'm a poor loser with no life. Bah. =P
--~~*~~--
An eerie shadow stretches its gray fingers across a cold, stone wall, it's shape twisted and deformed as it cackles evily, lightning flashing ominously in the background, soon followed by a frightening roar of thunder. The shadow continues to laugh manically, curling fingers slightly inward as its grating voice echoes throughout the whole room. Actually, it rather reminds me of a shadow puppet.
"I'm a hand, dammit! The Master Hand!"
Ah. That explains it.
"Stupid narrator! Just continue the blasted fic!"
Fine, fine. No need to get all testy.
"RAR!!!"
Gack! Huge. meaty. fingers. wrapped. around.throat.can't breathe. losing consciousness.
Thunk.
And, so ended the life of the stupid, English accented narrator. And, so begins my reign of terror. AS THE STORYTELLER-PERSON-THING-A-MA-BOB! MWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
*cough* Well, anyways. I shall now begin the fic! All hail the almighty Lito Skullington!!! (also known as "Kid" ^_^)
--~~*~~--
The sun rose serenely over the mountain tops. uh. mountains? Where are we? Yosemite? Bah.
The sun rose over the tall, urban skyscrapers, casting it's warm rays over the dirty cement streets. Ah, yes. The ever-expanding world of Nintendo. Located at the very heart of the busy city was a huge stone building. I mean huge. Really huge. Huge enough to house a friggin' twenty-five or so people, two hands, a baseball field, and a whole lotta representations of various places in Nintendo Land, such as Hyrule and Brinstar. Yup, that huge.
A flag waved stiffly in the stuffy summer breeze, wrinkles rippling over the crudely stitched picture of a target that was terribly off. Ah, yes. The Super Smash Brothers logo. Inside this huge building resides the mass of Nintendo characters randomly chosen to become warriors. Or, something like that.
These fighters have always lived their lives in order and peace. Whenever someone got on their nerves, they just went and beat the living crud out of them. Yes, the simple, elegant ways of a Smasher. But, what is this? Something is terribly wrong! The orderly ways of these brawlers are about to be turned upside-down, and all around! Someone is planning to take over the headquarters! Oh, and what a twisted, sinister plan they have thought of.
--~~*~~--
"Marth! Marth, wake up!"
Marth groaned, pulling his covers over his head. "Go away Roy. I'm tired." He felt Roy latch onto his shoulders, and begin mercilessly shaking him.
"Marth, please! It's really important!"
"Dammit, Roy, leave me alone!" Marth shouted, sitting up. A terrified gurgle escaped his throat, and he fell back stiffly against the backboard. Instead of the cheerful, youthful face of the fiery-haired swordsmen, he found himself almost nose to nose with the flawless, pucker-lipped face of Princess Peach Toadstool.
"P-P-Peach?" he stuttered, wide-eyed. Peach frowned, rolling her eyes.
"No, Marth." she said in a very masculine-sounding voice. "This is Roy."
"R-Roy-kun?" the Altean prince whispered. He placed a hand to his forehead, groaning. "No. I'm dreaming. Either that, or you're just foolin' around with me, Peach. Yeah. That's it. This all some sorta stupid prank. Ha. You really do a good imitation of Roy. Almost had me thinking. yeah. Get off my bed. You're a girl, you don't belong in the boy's-"
Marth stopped suddenly. The hand he'd just pressed against his forehead. It wasn't a hand. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled a tiny, quivering paw away from his brow. A tiny, hairy yellow paw, complete with little rodent claws.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Marth screeched, fingers digging into his slender, furry wrist. "My perfection! It's. it's. oh, gods! My beautiful, flawless hands! W-w-what.?"
Peach sighed, cupping her chin in the palm of her hand as the laid out on Marth's bed. "This is why I woke you." she said dryly.
Marth stuttered unintelligibly as he traced his once smooth, masculine jaw line with a tiny paw. It had now become a chubby, furry little face, with pinkish splotches on his cheeks. He let his hand travel further up. A cute little button nose. Huge, round eyes. Enormous, diamond-shaped ears. Realization struck him hard. (and a bit late.) This wasn't his body. This was the tiny frame of the Pokemon, Pichu.
"Something happened during the night," Peach began, sitting up, revealing herself to be dressed solely in panties and a bra. "Somehow, we switched bodies with Peach and Pichu."
"No duh!" Marth screamed, now bouncing anxiously around on his bed, which only the night before, had been almost too small for him, and now seemed as wide as a football field. "I can't show my face like this! Think of the embarrassment!" He moaned, sinking to his short, rodent-y knees and burying his chubby face in his paws. "All my princely studliness. all my beauty. ALL MY DAMN SEXINESS!!! Gone."
Peach/Roy sighed, and laid a slender hand on the tiny mouse's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure Dr. Mario will have a cure." he/she said gently, smiling warmly. Pichu/Marth looked up, wiping away silvery tears and smiling a little.
"You really think so?" he asked, sniffling. Roy nodded, smiling comfortingly.
"I'm sure of it. Now, let's go find him!"
"Right!" Marth leapt up, about to race out the door, Roy close behind, when suddenly, he froze. "Wait a sec." He glanced down at himself, and his eyes widened. "YAAAAH!!!" he screamed, hurdling back beneath the covers. "Roy, don't look! I'm butt-naked!"
Roy rolled his eyes. "Nah, Pokemon are always like that."
Marth completely ignored him. He scampered into his closet, discovering he fit quite nicely. Inside, once he'd thrown aside all the leftover junk-food and other strange assortments, he discovered the outfit he'd accidentally washed in the cold cycle, then dried. How convenient. -_-;
As quickly as possible, he slipped into the shrunken clothing. Fastening the ruby clasp on his cloak, he scampered to the mirror, only to discovered he now barely peeked into view.
"Roy! I can't see! Pick me up!" he demanded. Roy sighed, but did as he was told.
Marth studied himself in the mirror. There was a slight bulge in the back of the tunic, where his tail was confined. Easily fixed. Gloves and boots weren't necessary. Besides, the ones he had would never fit.
Ripping a hole in the back of his leggings with a claw, Marth pulled his tail free. "There." he said. He looked himself up and down. "Hmm. something is still missing." he mused, eying himself. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.er.claws.oh, whatever Pichu has! Leaping from Roy's arms, he trotted back into the closet, then, after a few seconds of scuffling around, emerged with a tiara.
Placing it on his tiny brow, he glanced back into the mirror. It promptly fell over one eye. Grunting, he eased it back up. Sure, it was a bit too big, but it still put the finishing touch on the outfit.
"Okay, I'm ready!" he said, smiling.
"So am I!" Roy exclaimed, turning towards the door. Marth snickered. (ooh! Candy! ^_^)
"Roy, you're in Peach's underwear! You're not even fully clothed!" He cried between chuckles.
Roy rolled his eyes. "Unlike a certain someone," he said, eying the Altean rat, "I don't care what I look like, since it really isn't my responsibility in the first place, this not being me and all. Besides, I've seen her run around the whole place naked before, so this shouldn't be so bad."
"Whatever you say." Marth said with a coy mousy grin, a slight blush spreading over his face.
The two exited the room, looking quite strange. A little rat, clothed in a swordsman's attire, and a Princess, prancing around in lacy pink undergarments, both walking side-by-side and chatting like old friends. Very strange indeed.
And so begins the quest for. their original bodies? O_o; Weird.
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So? How was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue? Please, Review! I beg you, for the love of bishonen! 8_8 Be nice. flames leave nasty burns.