Author's Notes: This is my first story for the Super Smash Brothers section of this website. I hope it will suffice. The title was inspired by one of Omnium Gatherum's song with the same name.
I do not own Smash Brothers in any way shape or form.
In Sane World
It was a moonless night with the occasional star illuminating the dark streets. A perfect night for a drink or two. The mercenary of the shadows, Solid Snake, fumbled for his keys to his room. However, his room housed another Smasher besides him. For some strange reason, Master Hand had roommates for everyone who resided in Smashing Castle. Perhaps it left more room for other renovations. However, these thoughts were currently unoccupied by the spy's mind.
"Damn keys… where did I put them?" The gruff man had just returned from a bar in the nearby town called Smashville. He, along with Captain Falcon and surprisingly Ganondorf decided to have a man's night out with good quality beer, typical bar food, and football. It was amazing how the Evil King could do a jig so well while balancing a bowl full of nachos on his head. And who knew that Captain Falcon could play such simple yet heart-warming tunes on a harmonica? It was an interesting night that none of the three newfound friends would forget anytime soon. As Snake idly thought back on that evening, he finally found what he sought for. Of course! How could he forget? He always left keys or key cards in the seventh vest pocket on his left. He began to question if he truly was drunk or not. Or maybe he should start wearing normal clothes to prevent this mishap in the future.
Hoping not to disturb his roommate, he quietly opened the door and stealthily entered his sanctuary. He looked to his left and noticed a somewhat small figure wrapped in a blanket and breathing contently. If one were to listen very carefully, a soft snore could be heard from the sleeping figure. Instinctively, Snake smiled. His canine roommate and friend always did look comfortable when he slept. Slowly closing the door behind him, he trotted towards his bed and pulled out a cardboard box. He never did like to sleep in a prone position. It felt too…open. Any enemy who barged in had limitless options of killing a person lying down on his back. If his room was his sanctuary, than inside a cardboard box was heaven to Snake. He shifted to a crouching position and placed the box over his head. All the miseries of the day were instantly washed away as he soon closed his eyes. However, before he could get some shut-eye, he heard some shifting noises coming from the other side of the large room. So much for rest and peace.
"Sorry if I woke you up, Lucario." The jackal rose from his bed and managed to stifle a yawn. He looked towards the digital clock which read "1:00 AM."
"What were you doing out so late?" The grogginess was still apparent in his voice. It wasn't often that Snake would be out until the dead of night.
"Just needed to spend some quality time with a couple of friends." Snake replied. Lucario was always curious about humans and their technology. It was amazing how a young girl can entrap a giant Ursaring within a ball that could easily be mistaken for a baby's toy. But, what got Lucario even more curious about humans are their habits. To him, none of these habits could be beneficial to them in any way. Yet the claim they cannot live without it. Just once, he would like to understand why Snake loves that simple box so much.
"Not gonna take your shower?" He asked while rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes.
"That's for my morning hangover." This statement pushed Lucario over the edge. Now he really wanted to know more about humans. Such an interesting species! What was a hangover anyway? He got up from his comfortable bed and walked towards the box that contained a spy. The jackal lifted up the box in the same manner as on the Halberd when they first met. Snake, of course, never did take this gesture too kindly.
"Hey! Didn't I tell you not to touch the box?!" It was Lucario's way of teasing the tired mercenary.
The jackal placed the box next to the mercenary and asked in a straightforward manner, "Tell me more about your kind." At first, the espionage expert was dumbfounded at this odd request. But, it quickly dawned upon him. Snake couldn't help but grin at Lucario's curiosity. It reminded him of his sled dogs back in his cottage in Alaska. They would always sniff around the environment, despite knowing the territory in-and-out. Although it is in the middle of the night, Snake figured that his canine roommate wouldn't go back to sleep until he got a sufficient answer.
With a tired sigh, he asked, "Well, what do you want to know?"