Dark Pit twirled the thin strip of wood in his hand-a pencil. Legs crossed, he twirls in the chair, pondering about the subject of which to write on. That is what he appears to be doing, at least. Truth be told, the dark angel is merely stalling. As he is a direct reflection of what the other calls his twin, he cannot read, as Pit cannot either.
Slumping his head into one hand, and using the other to lightly tap his face with the pencil, the dark angel heaves a long sigh. "Without being able to read or write, I have no good excuse to call myself better than Pit," the angel mumbles, finding this perfectly acceptable as no-one else is within a distance of hearing him. Letting another sigh slip, Dark Pit slumps into the chair, spinning in circles with all hope draining. Rather than wondering about how to read, Dark Pit's mind wanders onto the question of who to implore for help. He sets some rules, as to not lose his dignity, and to save himself the risk of being humiliated.
Obviously they have to be intelligent... Someone who won't make fun of me... And they have to be able to keep a damn secret... Damn. The trail of thoughts soon comes to an end, as most of the individuals in the roster do not fit the specifications. Instead of trying to think of someone, Dark Pit decides to use the process of elimination.
I guess I'll just go through all the smart people, thinks the dark angel. Shulk...? He's a scientist, right? Ah, but he might not be able to keep a secret. Too bubbly. Palutena is a goddess, but she definitely doesn't meet the other two qualities I'm looking for. What about Robin? Both of them are tacticians. The dude's humble, so he's probably the better choice. With the mixture of the excitement of making the decision and the humiliation of the dilemma itself, Dark Pit stands up with little agility, placing the pencil on the table and leaving the room.
Author's Note: This is not my first fanfiction, but it is indeed the first one to be posted online.