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It felt... unexpected. In some strange way, y'know?
Ness said we were having some sort of apocalypse. I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not. Lucas just laughed. I smirked.
Breakfast was meek today, as always. It's been that way ever since January- Peach's lemonade doesn't even taste right. It's bitter as crap. Literally.
There was a different part of the cafeteria in the Smash Mansion. Snake said it was like some sort of black market for food. And of course, none other than Kirby ran it. None other.
"Alright, think you can handle the jar, Ness?" I asked Ness, pointing to the jar full of food ranging from cookies to small cups of pudding. Ness laughed.
"Of course," he replied. Lucas watched him intently as he put his first two fingers on his temple and closed his eyes. "And three... two..." I looked at the jar. It was starting to tip, and Peach was inattentive so far.
"One."
The jar crashed to the ground, making the beautifully sculpted clay it was used to make shatter.
"Oh, that's the eighth one this month," Peach groaned, turning around to clean the pieces up.
"Now. GO!" Ness pulled Lucas and I dashed in front of them. We took a right in the kitchen and the soft yellow pastel walls slowly faded to an ebony the further we went. As we descended down the hall, the bright glow of the flames underneath Kirby's large curry pot drifted into sight. Rather than being welcomed by Kirby's beaming smile and Snake's sickening cigarette smoke, there was no Kirby and only Smake leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. Next to him were three plates, each with a sausage biscuit and a fried egg on it.
"What the hell, Snake? Where's the curry?" Snake ran a hand through his slowly whitening brown hair frustratedly.
"Peach found out and snitched on us," Snake replied, growling lowly. "And hello to you too. Damn, you kids are getting old." That was true; a year had passed quickly. He chuckled. "Thirteen and you're already cussing your old man out."
"Where's Kirby?" Ness questioned. Snake frowned.
"Master Hand shut him off in his room like a package being sent out." His growl was louder than the last. "Bastard..."
"Great," I hissed. "Just great."
Lucas laughed. "Sorry, Mr. Snake. These two are just upset about not getting their curry." Indeed, Ness and I were upset. I threw my beloved hat on the ground and stomped on it and Ness folded his arms and was grumbling like a teenage girl who hadn't gotten her way.
"Go eat, you two," Snake shoved Ness and I towards the back of the room where the tables were. "Say, kid, aren't you gonna go... well, eat?"
Third-Person POV
Lucas hung his head as he gripped his plate tightly. "M-Mr. Snake? Are we going to... die?"
"Okay, kid. I know you're all depressed and stuff but-"
"Are we going to die?" Lucas's black eyes that were tinged blue showed signs of fear. Snake kneeled down to his height level.
"Now, could you explain to me really quick why we would die?" Snake snickered. He put out his cigarette.
"Well... Mrs. Zelda is listening to punk rock music, and Mr. Ike is bullying people, and Kirby is gone, a-and Toon Link sleeps in fetal position at night with his Picori Sword under his mattress, and-"
"Okay, kid. A bit too much there," Snake glanced back at Toon Link with his brow furrowed. "Look... just because things are changing, doesn't mean we're gonna die, okay?" Lucas smiled and nodded.
Little did Snake know that he was very, very wrong.
Toon Link's POV
So.. Ike harassed us again. But he wasn't alone.
Behind him stood a smirking Princess Zelda. Her beautiful golden tendrils had been dyed a dull brown. She'd been wearing a white camisole under a black blazer, a pleated black skirt, stockings, and short boots. Her gloves were cut fingerless and dyed black.
I knew something was up. So Ness, Lucas and I visited someone we least expected we'd visit.
Marth Lowell, the prince of Altea.
He'd just learned our lingo, thanks to Samus and Link, and spoke English quite well now. He was a nobleman. And I figured, if he was, he'd know some skills. He did. He's gained my respect in a day, that man. Amazing.
As I saw in the battles, Marth could literally pull anything off. He could kill Meta Knight four times without getting above thirty percent in damage, counter the Ice Climber's chain grab, and read a book calmly with a pissed as hell Samus in the same room kicking someone's ass. He's our idol, I swear it.
So, y'know, of course someone that great should be able to be the Phoenix Wright of the Smash Mansion or something. So, Ness, Lucas, and I paid him a visit.
Marth's dorm was tidy, just as I suspected. The walls were a dark sapphire blue and had white carpeting. The walls were lined with bookshelves and the bed, which was quite large, was in the corner with a small nightstand with an iPhone on it to the left of it and a window to the right of it. There was a desk between one of the bookshelves. A lamp with a rectangular black lampshade was on top of it along with a few papers and a mug filled with pencils. There was a computer chair pushed into it. Lastly, there was a small flatscreen TV with a Wii beside it and a bean bag in front of it in the opposing corner of the bed.
"Damn. I'd love to have this room..." I heard Ness whisper. I grinned.
Lucas walked over to one of the bookshelves. "Where's Marth? Samus and Link said he always eats his lunch in his room." He asked nobody specifically with a quizzical expression.
I shrugged, but laughed. "I have no clue, but I know how to bust some time." Ness arched his brow and Lucas tilted his head.
Oo Two or Three Hours Later oO
Marth entered his room casually with his nose in a book like he always did when he entered a room. He looked up from the pages, however; he must've heard Ness and I playing as ourselves in Super Smash Brothers on his Wii and Lucas's ear-splitting loud chews as he munched on Cheetos. I had a glob of mustard dangling from the corner of my mouth from the sandwich I'd just had and Ness spilled some Coke on his shirt.
"How the hell did you guys get in here?" Marth yelled.
"Already in the swearing section of your English dictionary, Marth, now are you?"
"Shut up." Marth slammed the butt of his katana's hilt into my forehead. "Now, can you just tell me why you're in my room?"
Lucas had put down his Cheetos and hadn't looked up from the Animal Crossing City Folk case he was examining. "We needed to ask you something."
"And how did lolling around in my room eating my food help you achieve this?"
"We had nothing better to do, for your information." I piped up, placing my hands on my hips dramatically, shaking my head for more effect. I got an extra hit to the head because of this.
"If that's how it's going to be, remember this moment when you wake up late and there's no breakfast left for you." He laughed cruelly at our reactions.
"Alright, alright. Just get down to business, alright?" Ness interrupted me as I began to say 'Douche bag'.
I straightened up. "Alright, whatever. We need you to help us investigating something."
Marth closed his book. "Something like... what?"
CLIFFHANGER! ;D
Okay, I'm just kidding. Globbles, people.
OoOoOo
Marth examined Ike and Zelda as Ike pushed Olimar aside and Zelda stepped on all of his Pikmin.
"Yes... It is quite peculiar," he admitted, crouching lower behind the towering potted plant. I wiggled around behind him. Usually, I couldn't sit still this long. It was torture.
"Toon Link!" Lucas's voice interrupted my small train of thought. "T-there are people exiting the cafeteria through the back door! Get Ness, hurry!" His voice came out of the walkie talkie attached to my belt. I pressed a small button on the device without looking down.
"Ness, you there?" Without taking time to confirm his presence, I added, "There are targets heading your way. Turn them around."
"Got it." Ness said back. I smirked to myself. Then tapped Marth's shoulder.
"Lucas, Ness, and I are sending Smashers down to pass by Ike and Zelda. Hopefully someone will come." I informed. As if on cue, Captain Falcon moseyed through giddily. He stopped and watched Ike and Zelda, who were standing side by side stepping on Olimar's helmet, curiously. Then, he walked over to them and without warning, Falcon Punched them through the wall.
"Stay beautiful, citizens. And keep Falconing." He hummed We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus as continued to the cafeteria, carrying a startled Olimar who droned, "I feel so violated..."
"Ouch," I murmured. I heard Marth laugh.
"The problem is obvious," he stated. "And the solution is simple."
Cliffhanger
I tried my best to make it long. I hope I did well. ;-;
