Fox entered Falco's bar.
He automatically said, "Give me a drink, Falco."
Before Falco even moved his hands, Fox had paid for his drink.
"You know, you're my friend, Fox. I'll give you a discount," Falco said but Fox just threw his hand in the air, dismissing Falco's offer.
As Fox guzzled down his drink, Falco asked, "What are you going to do tonight?"
"I'll drink myself silly and the rest will not be in my control," Fox said as Falco passed him another drink.
"What happened at work? Were you fired?" Falco asked.
Fox looked at Falco like it was none of his business, but then answered, "Nah, I'm just bored."
"Bored!? How could you be bored? Your life is a roller coaster of adventures, day in and day out. How could you possibly be bored?" Falco said.
Fox looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you crazy? You don't even know what I do for a living. Yet you act like it's the best thing in the world. Anyway, I don't like roller coasters."
"You don't like roller coasters?!" Falco began but Fox was too frustrated to listen to his pointless babble.
He decided to go and sit somewhere else.
Of course, every time Fox finished off a drink, he'd look at Falco and he'd rush over with another one.
That's just how it was.
Usually, Fox would get so drunk, he'd humiliate himself at least twice, and then when the bar closed, Falco would take him home.
By now, most of the regulars at Falco's bar, and some others, knew Fox.
Sometimes when Fox entered the bar, they'd cheer.
But tonight, something was amiss.
Fox looked to each side of him, the wall and the area where people were.
He noted that the wallpaper on the wall was peeling and that a lot of people were murmuring to one another.
He saw them all clustered into groups, whispering with dodgy eyes.
All of a sudden, Fox didn't feel safe anymore.
He decided to ask Falco what was the word on the street, as Falco put it.
"What's going on, Falco?" Fox asked.
Falco pretended he wasn't listening and said, "Hmmm…?"
Fox sighed and said, "What's the word on the street."
Falco grinned, then replied, "There's a new fighter in town. Nobody's seen him yet but he's on his way to make a grand entrance in every public place to introduce himself. We also thought that if you didn't know, you get drunk and make a complete ass of yourself in front of him."
Fox did not think this was funny so he sat down in the corner, feeling like everyone in the world was against him.
What was so great about fighters, anyway? Who actually watched the fights? Fox thought as he had another sip of beer.
The phone rang then and the whole bar went silent.
Falco picked up the phone and said in his calmest voice possible, "Who is it?"
After a long while, Falco added, "Thank you. Goodbye."
Suspense filled the room as Falco put down the phone and said, "He's coming here first."
Everybody in the room cheered.
Fox felt sick.
Fighters are always losers who suck at everything except for beating up another human being, Fox thought and after a few minutes, several people entered the bar.
They were bodyguards hiding the fighter who they'd been waiting for all night.
One of the bodyguards said, "Coast is clear," and they parted to reveal the next fighter in town.
Many people were shocked.
The way people had been talking it had seemed like the fighter would've been a guy.
But it turned out she was not.
But still, people were drunk so they cheered all the same even though they were confused.
She was once more surrounded as people asked for her autograph and such.
She had been taking out of her fighting class a few weeks ago and had been taken here for a couple of tournaments.
She was actually one of the first female fighters.
Fox was extremely bored now as all he could hear were people cheering and laughing and screaming and talking about the new fighter.
Surprisingly, Fox learnt a lot about her by hearing people talk although some of it was just extremely fast spread rumors.
Eventually, when everyone had met her and had gotten her autograph, including Falco, she left to go to the next public area.
Fox also learned that the only reason everyone was so excited about her was because she'd beaten Captain Falcon in one fight already and that he was coming back for a rematch.
The other thing that was on everyone's lips was her name.
People had been suggesting fighter names but her actual name was Samus.
Fox knew that Falco would eventually drag him to a fight against his will.
As they sat down in their seats, Falco eating popcorn, Fox could only dread the fight to come.
The fights were a violent sport but no one was ever allowed to kill.
Fox thought that anyone who liked the fights were savages.
As he saw Samus and some boring new guy battling it out, he winced every time he saw blood.
Fox felt sick.
"Falco, I feel sick. I'm going home," Fox said.
"Yeah, yeah," Falco said and then Samus kicked the new guy in the face, causing him to fall off the stage.
Falco said in approval, but also quite evilly, "YEAH! You suck, Mango! Go, Samus, the Blue Viper!"
Fox shuddered and called a taxi to home.
That night, Fox was sick twice and felt sorry for all the fighters in the world.
As Fox pulled the covers up to his chin, he heard a knock at his front door.
He ignored it and tried to get to sleep.
Fox then heard a louder knock at his door, infuriating him.
After 5 minutes of silence, Fox tried to go to sleep again.
But then he heard Falco calling his name.
"Fox. Fox," he said, quietly.
Fox went to his front door and opened it but Falco was not there.
He looked out his window and saw Falco, standing on the ledge outside Fox's apartment, 4 stories high.
Fox, slowly, let Falco inside, noticing that Falco was holding a drink and was drunk.
"Thanks Fox, *hiccup*," Falco said and then threw up on Fox's carpet.
Fox sighed, then grimaced and made coffee for Falco.
"Yuck, I hate coffee," Falco said and quickly drank it all up. "Can I have some more?"
Fox then drove Falco home and then drove back to his apartment to sleep.
I hate you Falco, Fox thought as he finally fell asleep.
The next day, Fox woke up and saw Falco passed out on the floor.
Fox was furious that Falco had snuck into his apartment as he slept even after Fox had driven him home.
When Falco awoke, he was standing in his bar taking someone's order and somehow he was talking to them about the fights.
Fox was currently at work which was a small office building where he was currently stationed as the janitor.
They didn't leave much rubbish so Fox didn't know why they'd need a janitor.
Unfortunately, he asked someone this, who told their boss, who told their boss, who fired Fox.
Fox retreated to Falco's bar in the late evening.
"Oh, hey, Fox," Falco said and then, "Why so glum?"
Fox muttered, "I was fired."
Falco smiled and then looked surprised.
Fox looked at him and said, "What?"
Falco was looking behind him so Fox turned and saw a famous person who'd no one had expected to see in this bar except once.
It was Samus.
"Oh, what happened? Why are you here?" Falco said, pushing Fox off his seat so Samus could sit there.
Samus said, "Oh, I just came for a drink."
Falco tried to hide his excitement but failed like many others in the room.
To really piss Falco off, Fox sat in his previous seat, where Samus was about to sit.
Samus was surprised but then she just sat in the seat next to him.
Fox was pleased because he was victorious in some way.
Falco looked disapprovingly at Fox and then took Samus's order.
Fox soon learnt his mistake.
By sitting here, he had to sit next to Samus who, as a fighter, he despised.
Fox got up and moved to an empty table, which he always eventually did.
Everyone else ran to Samus and asked her a billion questions.
After, somehow, answering all her fans questions, Samus made her way out of the mob and over to Fox's table.
Fox sighed and asked, "What do you want?"
Samus replied, "Who are you?"
Fox hadn't realized that he'd made an impression on her but he answered, "I'm Fox."
He didn't shake hands with Samus and she asked, "Don't you like me?"
"I hate fighters! The fights are a violent and an out-of-control sport! I don't even consider them a sport. We should stop them before someone dies and people want more death!" Fox screamed.
Samus said, "Oh, you're one of those people. Well, then I have to tell you, be careful."
Fox was confused. "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
Samus looked around herself then said, "I'd like to tell you but… never mind. Just keep an eye out."
Then she left the bar.
Falco rushed to him and asked, "What'd she say?"
"I'm not sure, Falco. I'm not sure…" Fox said, pondering what Samus had just told him.
Fox left and Falco went to the phone as it rang and went silent.
Fox walked home, leaving his car at the bar.
He questioned his mind about why Samus would say that.
As he walked down a particularly dark alley, something grabbed hold of him and dragged him into the shadows, knocking him out.
When he awoke, he was in a grim cell on an unstable bed looking at a dirty ceiling.
"Where am I?" Fox asked thin air.
Fox waited in the silence for something to happen and after half an hour, Fox was really hungry.
Finally, someone came to his cell and unlocked the door.
They were some unknown people he'd never seen before.
One of them said, "Hello, Fox. You've been here for two weeks."
Before he could finish, they all heard footsteps traveling towards the cell and Samus ran in.
"Hey, stop!" she said. "He's my friend. You can't put him in that torture."
"You don't get a choice in this," the same unknown man said. "Get out of here."
Samus growled and said, "I'll get you…"
Fox was frightened because Samus had mentioned torture.
As Samus left, Fox tried to guess where he was.
It must have something to do with the fights, Fox thought.
But before he could figure anything out, the unknown man grabbed a hold of him and said, "I think you'll do nicely for the next fight."
He was then led through several corridors until they dropped him in a cage.
But Fox then realized there was an opening at the end of it.
He ran and ran until his legs were weak but finally made it.
He entered an arena and finally figured out where he was.
He was in the middle of a fight.
He looked at the other end of the arena and saw an unfamiliar fighter.
Then the opening behind him closed up.
Someone up in the crowd screamed, "3, 2, 1, GO!"
