Thank you all so much for the reviews! You're awesome. Apparently the top author's note in chapter one wasn't bold, and my lines were deleted. While I work on that, enjoy chapter two!

Disclaimer: I wish. Don't own them, yet.

Samus sighed. Today was the first official day with the 'fat counters', but everyone except her had counters from yesterday. The machine was turned off from ten P.M. to six A.M., and almost all of the Brawlers had found that they had several more counters because they had gotten up too late. This made breakfast a nightmare.

"We have to get up at six." Pit complained to Samus while pouring syrup on his otherwise empty plate.

"I noticed that. You must really like syrup, because your plate is overflowing with it. Literally." She replied. Samus was used to getting up at five thirty, so this was no big deal. The only thing she would have to change was the amount of time she spent hacking other Brawlers' facebook pages for fun.

Pit groaned and fell asleep face first into his plate of syrup.

"Unhealthy food. General laziness. Five fat counters." The mechanical voice told the sleeping Pit.

"Do you think he'll suffocate, sleeping like that?" Link asked, walking by.

"Even if he does, he's an angel, he'll just come back, right?" Samus replied.

"Whatever. I'll just take advantage of this sleeping target, if you don't mind." Link proceeded to kick Pit to the floor.

"Link has given two fat counters to Pit."

"Take that, angel boy." Link walked away, leaving the confused angel in his puddle of syrup.

"Great. Now I have ten counters. Do you think the machine will care if I take a shower?" Pit asked as he attempted to rub the sticky fluid out of his eyes.

"It probably will. Either way, I suggest we leave." Samus said as a hunk of sausage flew from a nearby food fight. The voice kept exchanging counters between Brawlers as they were hit and launched their own projectiles.

"Leave? I didn't eat anything."

"Neither did I, but unless you want to eat flying garlic waffles, you can get something later."

"Garlic waffles?"

"Wario's. Now come on!" Samus grabbed the front of the angel's toga and dragged him out of the dining hall.

Later in the day….

Samus studied the computer screen. It was crazy how much could happen in two hours. Almost everyone in Smash mansion had more than five counters. The worst scores were Kirby with twenty-seven, Snake with twenty-four, and Pit with thirty. She was the only one in the mansion without any counters.

"Video games. No activity. Three fat counters."

Scratch that. She had the least amount of counters.

Pit groaned. The whole day people had been attacking him, and Pit couldn't find his bow. He hadn't been able to shower, and his face was still covered in brown fluid. He was smoking slightly where R.O.B. had zapped him, he had a black eye where Mario had punched him, and he could've sworn he was hallucinating after the Ice Climbers had pounded his head with their mallets.

Zelda crept up behind Pit and seized him around the waist. There was a shattering of glass as Pit was thrown unceremoniously out the window.

This was going to be a hard week.

I'm planning on having eight or nine chapters, one for each day of the week, and one for the introduction and end result. If you want a character I haven't put into the story as of yet, ask in your review so I can include the character. Thanks again to all of my reviewers! Please review, don't flame, the works.