Lucas' Doll

Author's Note: This story is based on a nightmare I had the other night. I thought it would make a chilling plot for a story, so here it is. Oh, and as a side note, this will be the first Smash Bros. Horror I've written that doesn't cross over with the Resident Evil series.

Chapter 1

It came to him one summer morning when he got out of bed, or so he says. I hardly believed him for proposing something so ridiculous, but Lucas insisted that he had never seen the doll before in his lifetime. He came down the stairs, dressed in his pajama piece and such with the soft toy wrapped in his arms. Of course, no one in the breakfast hall bothered to ask where he had found it. After all, it wasn't anyone's concern what Lucas kept in his bedroom. The blonde-haired boy sat at his seat with the large doll snuggled next to him, as if it were a life-long treasure.

The doll itself was quite a queer little thing: The top of its head was covered in a mess of artificial red hair, its face pale and clear, almost like porcelain. Its clothes were made up of a cheap netted material, the kind one would find in a used clothing store. A cute bear patch was sewn to the front of its green sweater, with a thick collar to compliment. But despite all of the mediocre qualities the doll possessed, there was one particular characteristic that irked me like no other: The eyes.

Yes, the eyes. Those large, blue, perfectly round eyes. They mesmerized me, drawing me in ever so closely from across the table. I wasn't even paying attention to my food or the people around me. The eyes of that doll captivated me like an insect to a beam of light. A pat on the back from one of my friends shook me out of trance, and I went back to my business.

I told myself that I would confront Lucas about that doll after breakfast was over.

The Smashers and I had been living together in peace since the beginning of the year, some of whom I already knew from previous tournaments, while others I only just met recently. Lucas, the boy with incredible PSI powers, was one of these newcomers. I never tried to associate myself with the boy, but every time I tried to, he seemed afraid.

Lucas was a shy boy, the kind who would only open up to his mother or his most trusting friend. When he looked at me, he didn't see the Hero of Time like everyone else did. No, instead he saw a tall man in green with a variety of weapons at his disposal. From the perspective of an insecure child like him, that image was quite scary indeed. He would have been downright terrified of me had Master Hand not told me to discard my Megaton Hammer, one of my more powerful melee weapons. And because no one was ever allowed to go against Master Hand's ruling, I had no choice but to stash the hammer away from everyone else; I kept it in my dorm room behind the door so it could not be seen. But even without the Megaton Hammer, Lucas was still scared to death of my presence.

Any form of conversation between us would usually have to be started by me.

When breakfast had finished and everyone was getting ready for their daily dose of brawls, I stopped Lucas on his way back to his room at the foyer stairs. Still, he had that doll wrapped around his arms and still, those round blue eyes stared up at me.

"Um. Good morning, Lucas," I said, blocking his path as I leaned on the railing.

The boy seemed surprised and jumped back a bit, but for once, he did not run away.

"H-Hi, Link," he replied, looking at the ground.

I noticed him hug the doll even tighter as he made his response.

"Where did you get that doll?" I asked plainly.

I knew I had to be straight to the point, otherwise I would have risked him running off again.

Lucas' face went red as he thought up something to say. His mouth was buried into the hair of the toy.

"It came to me last night," he said nervously. "It came."

I raised an eyebrow out of curiosity and confusion.

"What do you mean, 'it came to you'?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Lucas backed off, trying to protect the doll in his hands.

"I just..." I started. "...Aren't you a little too old to be playing with dolls?"

Now don't get me wrong; the boy wasn't that old. As a matter of fact, he was one of the youngest Smashers in the mansion. I was determined, however, to get as much information as I could out of him.

Regardless of the fact that Lucas was trying to hide the toy, I could still see its eyes staring at me from around him.

"I-I'm not too old," he stuttered. "Mikey needed a home, so I'm giving him one."

Not only was he attached to the doll, but he also took the liberty of giving it a name. How cute.

"Who gave you that doll, Lucas? Was it Peach? Did someone give you the doll?"

"No one gave it to me. Mikey found me."

"Did you name Mikey?"

Lucas shook his head.

"No," he replied. "Mikey told me his name. He said he wants to play with me."

"Can Mikey talk?"

"He talks to me."

I stared into the eyes of the doll again, studying its pale features, those blue colors. I could have sworn they just blinked at me.

"Can I go to my room now?" asked the boy. "I need to get changed."

I stepped aside and let him to go on upstairs. The doll continued to stare at me as he passed by, but I ignored it. Some kids just have too much imagination.

I spent the rest of my morning cleaning up the dishes. I was one of the lucky few to have a day off, unburdened by the weight of daily brawls. After putting all the silverware into the drawers, I went upstairs to get ready for the rest of my free day.

Strangely, when I made it to my room, I found the door unlocked. I never leave my door unlocked. I figured it to be Toon Link or Marth who just dropped by to borrow some clothes, but how would they know how to unlock my door? My room was completely impenetrable being sealed with a Boss Key.

Curious?

Yes I was.

Furious?

Well, that all depended on who trespassed.

Upon entering the room, I found everything the way I had left it earlier: bed was made, curtains were closed, even the hammer was behind the door. However, I realized that the Master Sword, the one that I had used to defeat Zant, was missing. No, it wasn't just missing; someone had taken it.

I felt my temperature rising and my nerves tensing out of rage; the person who stole my sword would find himself a dead man. Then again, it could have been just a prank from one of the others. But my room had been locked up tightly before. From what I could put together, someone had deliberately broken into my room and stolen the Master Sword, my most prized possession. So, as any normal person would, I began searching for clues.

Lo and behold, the first thing I found was a single strand of hair idly hovering on the carpet by the dresser. To make things even more suspicious, the hair was red. I stood up and brought it close to my eyes, confirming that the strand was indeed a light crimson shade. And of all the people who inhabited Smash Mansion, only one of those guests had red hair on his head.

"Roy..."