A/N: Not a long author note this time, so i'll get straight to the point: Chapter 2 update! Huzzah!

Review responses:

Gooey: 1. Woah, good catch there! I didn't notice that until you pointed it out, lol. 2. Ah, yeah, your right. I probably should have.

Only melee characters are included right now. I might find a way to wedge the Brawl characters into the story later, somehow.

Jeo the Fire God: Yack! -duck and cover- don't let them eat me, if they eat me, I would most likely be dead, then this will never get updated.. ever again.. D: -tosses update-

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The rest of the day went by slowly, but rather silently. Most of the smashers had retired to their rooms for the evening, Marth, however, sat on the couch in the lounge. He read the small post it note over and over again, still unsure of what to do about the situation at hand. A killer was on the loose, he knew that much, but what could they do to stop him? He sighed. It couldn't be any of them, could it? Mario was loved by almost all of the smashers, aside from Bowser, but Bowser hated pretty much everybody.

"Which would give him a reason to kill..." Marth whispered to himself, but shook his head. Sure, Bowser was good enough to be a prime suspect, but the writing on this note was way too neat and elegant to be the handwriting of the koopa king.

"What are you doing?" The sudden voice made Marth jump, and turn quickly, but only to see Roy giving him a weird look from the back of the couch. "You okay?"

"Yeah.. im fine. Just thinking about what happened today, is all." Roy sighed and jumped over the back of the couch, and seating himself next to Marth.

"You haven't let go of that note since Zelda gave it to you, you need to stop worrying so much. After all, worrying doesn't help anything, now does it?" Roy had a good point.

"I know that. It's just, I mean, who in the world would hate Mario so much they would murder the man?"

"Bowser?"

"That's what I thought as well, but look at this writing," he handed the note to Roy, "it looks too neat to be Bowser's."

"Yeah, I guess. Bowser never could write all that well with those big claws of his." He laughed.

"All jokes aside, who do you think it could be?" This made the red head think for a minute before answering.

"Can't really say, actually. I've yet to really give it alot of thought. But I will say this, whoever it is, is probably pretty clever and spying on us right now." Marth's eyes widened a little as he said this.

"Right.. now..?" He gulped, and Roy laughed.

"Relax. Im just joking. Yeesh, you're easier to scare than Link." Marth glared at him and went back to thinking.

He was just about to go into deep thought, when he was yet again interrupted. Pikachu came speeding in from the cafeteria, an angry Kirby following right behind him. Pikachu jumped up into Marth's lap and shielded his eyes with his little paws.

"Pikachu! Kirby! What in the world are you two doing?"

"That rat stole the last piece of chocolate cake! MY chocolate cake!" Kirby was fuming, and Marth was rather shocked someone could get so upset over something so small.

"Honestly Kirby, it isn't that big of a deal, why not just have Peach or Zelda make another one? Im sure they would love too." Marth suggested, making Kirby calm down slightly and raise an eyebrow.

"Have you not been paying attention all day? Peach is having a mental breakdown, and Zelda is busy trying to keep her under control. I don't think they will be baking cakes for a long time." He spat, making Marth blink a few times.

"Right.. sorry, I forgot."

"Whatever. That little rat will pay one of these days, just you wait.." Kirby turned and headed up the stairs to his room, leaving behind a shocked Marth and Roy, and a quivering Pikachu.

"It's alright Pikachu, he's gone." The little mouse took a paw off one of his eyes and looked around the room, before letting out a small sigh and hopping off Marth's lap and onto the ground again. Pikachu muttered a soft 'Thank you' before scurrying back into the cafeteria.

"It's official. Kirby is the murderer! Did you see the way he got angry like that?" Roy spoke up, and Marth hit him upside the head.

"Kirby couldn't be the murderer, and besides, he can barely even pick up a pencil." Something was bothering Kirby, though. He usually never got angry and attacked people like that..

"Y'know, there are these nifty little things called 'Typewriters' and 'Computers'. He could have used one of those." Marth hit him again.

"For one thing, this is handwritten, as in pencil written. As for the typewritter, refer to what I just said." Marth stated, and Roy rolled his eyes.

"You never know." He simply shrugged and stood up. "Anyways, im going to head out to get a bit of fresh air for a bit. I might practice with my sword for a while too. Wanna come?" He offered, but Marth shook his head.

"No thanks. I don't really think I could practice with so many things on my mind. Thanks though, maybe some other time."

"Alright. Later." With a wave, Roy headed out the door, leaving Marth once again alone in the room.

Marth sighed and was about to go back to thinking about the murderer, when he realized that he no longer had the note. He remembered handing it to Roy, but he never gave it back.

"Crud! Roy! Hold up!" He shouted as he stood up from the couch and ran out the door. At first, when he walked outside, he saw nothing. The sun had already gone down, and the only light visible was that of the small porch light they turned on every evening. But other than that, he only saw darkness and the trees that surrounded most of the mansion. He ran off towards the field where he had played baseball at earlier, careful not to trip over unseen rocks, or holes.

After a few moments of running, he made it to the large field, but saw no sign of his friend anywhere. Suddenly, he heard a shout come from his right, and headed towards the source of the sound. When he got close enough, he could make out two figures in the distance, one looked to be Roy, and another was a figure he couldn't distinguish. He could easily tell them apart, as Roy's sword was lit up with flames, and the unknown figure was using a small dagger as its weapon.

"This can't be good.." He muttered to himself, and rushed to help his friend fight off the attacker. He drew his sword, but was noticed by the figure when he got near. The figure jumped back away from the two and stood eyeing them for a few moments.

"What are you doing here? I was kicking his butt!" Roy said as Marth stood beside him.

"Kicking his butt, huh? Then what's that large gash on your arm?" He pointed out.

"It's nothing, just a cut, that's all." It was actually more than a cut, as it was bleeding pretty heavily, however Roy just shrugged it off.

The attacker didn't allow them to continue on with their conversation, as he charged at them yet again, however he was more focused on Roy than Marth. Roy blocked his blows with his sword, and attacked at any opening he found, but the attacker dodged his attacks easily. With a yell, Roy raised his sword and brought it down on the figure, but he raised his dagger up in time to block the fierce attack. Marth saw this as a perfect chance to help, and he thrusted his sword straight into the attacker's chest. Roy backed off as the attacker dropped his dagger to the ground, and fell down along with it. Marth slowly pulled his sword back out of the figure's chest, but strangely, it wasn't covered in blood, but more of a black liquid.

"What in the world.." He whispered as he looked at the unknown liquid that covered his sword. He glanced at the figure on the ground, but before he got a chance to see the identity of the attacker, they vanished in a large puff black smoke. Marth coughed and waved his hand in front of his face, in an attempt to clear away some of the smoke so he could see. It didn't take too long for the smoke to clear, but when he looked at the ground once again, the figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Alright, now that's just weird." Roy said, as he walked up to Marth. He was still holding his hand up to his right arm, in an attempt to stop some of the bleeding.

"Yeah, but we can talk about that later, right now we need to get you to Dr. Mario to get that wound taken care of." Roy rolled his eyes.

"Im fine, really. But whatever makes you happy." They walked off towards the mansion, and it was only after the fight did Marth notice that it had started to rain again. The rain was starting to fall pretty hard by the time they were finally inside the mansion, and both of them were a bit wet from being out in it for so long. Walking through the lounge, the rounded the corner and headed towards Dr. Mario's office.

Dr. Mario's office was located to the left of the lounge, and down a hallway. Master Hand saw the need to make his office exactly like a hospital room, as Dr. Mario originially worked as a doctor in a hospital before he came to the smash mansion. Though Dr. Mario wasnt seen much around the mansion, he could always be found right in his office either treating a patient, or examining medicines. Peach would sometimes help him too, but that was usually only for serious wounds.

"Dr. Mario! Are you in?" Marth knocked on the wooden door, and shortly after he heard the clicks of Dr. Mario's shoes as they walked across the hard floor.

"Yes? Who-a is it?" Dr. Mario asked, as he opened the door. "Ah! Marth! Good to-a see you. What brings you to-a my office tonight-a?" Marth didn't need to answer that question, as the doctor had already gotten a glimpse of Roy and the red liquid that was running down his arm. He hurried them both into his office, making Roy sit down on one of the beds as he examined his cut. Marth sat down in a small chair beside the bed and watched the doctor get to work.

"Nothing serious, right doctor?" Roy asked as Dr. Mario was examining the wound.

"No. It's-a rather deep though-a. I should be able to-a patch it up." He looked over to Marth, and motioned for him to follow. Marth did so, and followed the doctor to the other side of the room where he kept all of his medicines stored in cabinets, and drawers. After searching through a few cabinets, he pulled out what looked to be a liquid medicine, and a few large white bandages. He handed these items to the swordsman, and they made their way back over to Roy, who was looking rather bored on the bed.

"Hand me-a the medicine please, Marth." The doctor ordered as he put on his white gloves and took out a few cottonballs from his coat pocket. He dabbed some of the liquid onto a cottonball and applied it onto the wound. Roy flinched a little, but did nothing else as the medicine was applied. When the doctor finished, he washed the somewhat dried blood off of the arm with a washcloth, before taking the bandage from Marth and wrapping it around the wound.

"There! All-a done." Dr. Mario looked pleased with his work, and the two thanked him before exiting his office and heading back into the lounge.

"What was that thing, do you think? It just came out of nowhere and attacked me when I began training." Roy stated as they sat down onto the couch once again.

"I don't know. I couldn't get a look at the face. But from the way it moved, it wasn't... human. It dodged your attacks with such ease, it was amazing. I was lucky I came out after you, otherwise you probably wouldn't have walked away with only a cut on your arm."

"Yeah, yeah.. I hear you. I could have handled him though." Roy huffed. "Why did you come out there, anyways?"

"Oh! Right! You didn't give me the note back. I was going to read over it again, but, well that's kinda hard to do when you don't have it to look at, now isnt it?" Marth chuckled as Roy reached into his pocket and pulled out the note.

"Yeah, you've already read it about five hundred times." Roy rolled his eyes, and tossed the crumpled piece of paper to his friend sitting next to him.

"Very funny." He rolled his eyes as he took the note. "It was strange, actually. When I stabbed that.. thing, there was no blood on my sword, only this strange black liquid."

"Black liquid? Is it still on your sword now?" At this, Marth stood up and unsheathed his sword, only to find it perfectly clean and not a trace of the liquid anywhere on it. "I don't see anything.."

"What? It was on there a little bit ago! Right after I stabbed it!" He frantically searched the inside of his sheath, only to find absolutely nothing.

Roy stood up from the couch and yawned. "Uhuh. Sure. Anyways, im beat, im heading to bed. Night." He walked up the stairs and headed for his room, leaving a shocked Marth alone in the lounge.

"It was there, though.. I know it.." He whispered to no one in particular. He didn't have time to think it over, as a loud scream filled the mansion. Marth raced up the stairs, seeing a crying Ness standing at the top of them, looking into Kirby's room. Marth ran over to get a better look as to what he was staring at, and his face went pale as he looked inside the dark room.

Kirby lay in the middle of the room, a thin dagger potruding from his stomach. Marth noticed that a small note, just like the last was attached to the hilt of the dagger. Gathering up his courage, he walked inside the room, removed the note from the dagger quickly, and exited the room slamming the door shut behind him.

"Hee-Hee!

Another one is now gone, just like the first!

Mario, and Kirby, oh dear, who should I choose next?

Hee-Hee! Hee-Hee!

A game of cat and mouse now begins! With only 23 remaining, this shall be a very interesting game indeed!"

Marth gulped. Yet again, the note contained a splotch of blood at the very end of it. What exactly did they mean by 'a game of cat and mouse now begins'? Looks like whatever it means, this killer is going to do anything in their power to kill off every last person living in the mansion.

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A/N: End of chapter 2! Excuse me if it gets pretty lame about halfway through, my brain kinda stopped working at around the fight scene. Thus, bringing me to the conclusion, that im not good at fight scenes. That, or writing at 3 in the morning is not a good idea. 8D

Marth: rolls eyes

Whatever. Anywho, review! Next chapter will probably be up either this weekend, or next week. Im getting a new computer, so im probably going to wait for that until I write my next chapter. But worry not, as it has already shipped and is on its way, so it wont be a long wait. :D

Also, excuse any spelling errors in this chappie, im kinda lacking spell check at the moment. :S