A/N: Wow. honestly, I never expected this story to gain as much popularity as it has. Thanks to Psycho Sword Lady, ACT II, Roy-Marth, Royal Fanatic, Xiao-Darkcloud, tikitikirevenge, razzkat, joeb, sdftwerfs, Nintendo Nut1, and Blazing Fool for your kind reviews! This chapter is slightly longer, but still relatively short. I'll try not to lose interest in this story, but it was really hard to get myself to sit down and finish this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

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"Oi, Marth, look what I found!" Came a voice from outside Marth's door. The voice belonged to Roy. Marth opened his door and was met by a grinning pyro with a demented child-thing latched onto his back. Marth's eyes widened at the sight of Chubi, and he quickly slammed the door.

"Oi, Marth! What's wrong? It's just a little kid. Besides, I think she likes me!" Said Roy cheerfully. Marth cracked the door open slightly.

"That thing isn't human." He hissed. Roy blinked in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't think Marth likes Chubi very much…" Chubi said in her child-like voice, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I think 'Prince Marth' is having PMS…" Roy whispered so that only Chubi could hear. However, either Marth did hear, or he just wanted Roy to take the child-thing away, because not even one second after the words had left the pyro's mouth, the door opened quickly, slamming into Roy's face before closing again.

Roy yelped and broke into a long stream of Japanese expletives, and Chubi broke into a long fit of giggles. Mewtwo, who just happened to be walking by, shook his head in embarrassment.

"I'm not coming out as long as that thing is still out there." Marth yelled through the door.

"Fine!" Roy finally conceded, letting Chubi down. "Go play or something." He said, shooing her away. She frowned, but smiled again when she saw Captain Falcon round the corner at the end of the hall. She laughed and ran after him.

"There, she's gone. Happy? What's with you, anyway? She's just a kid." Roy said, rubbing his nose tenderly. "Jeez… I think you broke my nose…" Marth opened the door a little, and, not seeing Chubi, opened the door completely.

"Get over it, princess." He smirked in response to Roy's comment about his nose. "That child-thing is evil. I got a really bad feeling from it when I let it in." He looked around. "Speaking of which… where did it go?" He asked, suddenly feeling much more uncomfortable.

"I don't know, I just told her to go play." Roy replied, still tending to his injured nose.

"Great…"

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That night, everyone was seated around the dinner table, with the exception of Captain Falcon and Mewtwo. Chubi was once again latched to Roy's arm, humming to herself lightly. Nobody even seemed to notice the absence on the racer, but that might have been partially due to the fact that many of them tried to ignore him anyway. Marth kept glancing at Chubi periodically from the other end of the table, still extremely suspicious of the bizarre child-thing.

"Ahem!" Everyone's attention suddenly turned to Mario, who stood up and held up a glass. "For those-a who don't-a know yet, there's-a new person going to be-a living here." He pointed the glass at Chubi, who smiled widely and began giggling. There were a few whispers around the table, and a few 'aww, she's so cute!'s from some of the girls.

"She's evil." Suddenly, the room was silent. All heads turned to the source of the voice, standing in the corner of the room. There stood Mewtwo, arms crossed, eyes trained on Chubi. Marth gaped at the Pokemon. Someone actually saw it besides him! "That's what Marth thinks." The psychic added. Marth let out an exasperated sigh. He didn't see it, he just read his mind and repeated what he was thinking.

A low murmur of voices buzzed over the table, and Chubi glared at Marth, violet eyes narrowed.

"Although, I can't say I totally disagree with you." Mewtwo commented telepathically to Marth, so none of the others could hear. "There is definitely something… unusual about that child."

"But no one believes that! They all think she's the sweetest thing since Electro-Rat over there." Marth thought, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Pikachu, knowing that the hyperintelligent psychic Mewtwo would pick up on this message.

"Hey! Has anyone seen Captain Falcon?" Fox suddenly asked, catching the attention of the table.

Silence reigned supreme over the room as the inhabitants took in the absence of the racer. Indeed, the loud, obnoxious human was missing, which, considering there was food readily available, was cause for alarm.

"He probably got lost. He's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed." Ganondorf scoffed, then took a swig of whatever it was in his glass.

"Neither are you." Link commented under his breath, avoiding eye contact with his enemy, lest his corneas spontaneously combust.

"You want to say that to my face, you poncy, skirt-wearing fairy?" Ganon bellowed, shooting up from his chair.

"You aren't so smart yourself, fatso! And it's a tunic!" The Hero of Time stood up as well, drawing the Master Sword in the process. Link the younger buried his face in his hands, embarrassed at his older incarnation.

This was also a normal occurrence, and thus, the table ignored the ensuing fight between the two enemies, which quickly degenerated into a fistfight due to Mewtwo's disarming Link and using Disable on Ganondorf's magic so they wouldn't kill each other. Chubi giggled merrily in delight at the humorous scene.

Marth massaged his temples wondering for the hundredth time that week why he lived in the mansion. Oh yeah, free room and board. Damn. He stood without even touching his meal and left the table, passing Mewtwo on his way out.

"Don't let your guard down." He whispered as he passed the psychic Pokemon. The humanoid cat watched him out of the corner of his eye.

"I never planned to." He added, slightly reassuring the prince.

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Marth stepped into his room, more tired than he felt he should have been. His life had suddenly become more chaotic than normal, what with everyone except Mewtwo thinking he was loony for being suspicious of the 'adorable little angel who couldn't possibly do anything wrong.'

Massaging his temples, he walked over to the closet to look for something suitable to sleep in, and stopped dead in his tracks. There was an unmistakable odor coming from behind the door. It smelled like one of Donkey Kong's attempts to cook, in other words, it smelled like something dead.

Marth cautiously grasped the doorknob, morbid curiosity tinted with fear welled up in the pit of his stomach, urging him on. He twisted the knob slowly, and the door flew open from the weight of something leaning against it.

Out fell the mangled body of Captain Falcon, stinking of decay and blood.

Marth screamed.

A/N: Ooh! Cliffhanger!