Chapter 1.

"That would never be a successful plan. Your blue shells can only do so much Mario. He's fucking ruthless. Do you never see that god damn smile on his face? Every round. Every goddamn round. I swear it's like it has never phased him once that it's just a competition of fun for us; a competitive game." I grimaced. Adjusting my hat and straightening my tights, making sure I looked presentable; at any moment Zelda might be announced into the game, and I can never be too careful.

"Link, it's-a me, A-Mario. I know that if I just-a aim it at the right-a angle I can-a knock him off the map-a." Mario pleaded, a look of agony that I doubted his abilities was visible. His blue shells never failed him before, but they were simply no match in defeating this bastard

"Mario, it's not simply about knocking him off the map; what we truly need to be doing here is showing him the wrong in his ways. That this is simply a friendly competition; we all say sorry in the end and can have breakfast the next morning, bandaged and stitched up from whatever injuries happen the night before. " I sighed out, clenching my fingers into a tight fist, hearing the sound of leather scrunching under the frictions between my palm and my fingers.

"But-a... Link."

"Mario, no. It's far too dangerous. If you wanna do it on your own free will, go for it. But when he turns it all on you have fun escaping those god damn trees he chops down."

Mario turned away from Link, muttering formulations how he could possibly use the lack of platforms in Pokemon Stadium to use his blue shell to the advantage, but he could feel my cold stare beam through him, the only thing truly getting in the way being my hair.

While my stare began to slowly soften, the sudden shock of adrenalin into my spine, racing up my back and causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up arrived as the break of the intense silence. What was that sound exactly? Nothing other than the sound of flying. The distinct sound that indicated the flying of pink vacuum. Kirby, cheeks puffed and all, landed beside Link, aware of the fact he just scared the bejeezus out of him.

Kirby waved heartily to Link, his cloud-soft looking pink cheeks raised a bit, indicating a smile was upon his face. Kirby always had the tendency to puff his cheeks up and fly into an intense conversation; It's not that I didn't enjoy it, infact, it kept a lot of tensions from getting too much within our group of competitors. Competitors might even be too much of a negative word to call all of us; We're nothing short of friends who happen to be in a free-for all competition with each other, beat the shit out of each other, then can apologize the next day.