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Marth laid quietly on his hotel bed, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. Next to him, his backpack laid splayed out on the bed. He had finally got around to changing out of Ness's clothes and into his usual get-up, the tiara still laid on top of his head. Marth just needed some time, even a little, to think about what to do. In his game, it was simple finding where they needed to go, most people wound up telling him! But now, he wasn't used to figuring it out, more specifically, used to the way this game is. With technology not advanced nor primitive enough for him to know how to use, obscure laws, and strange people not romanticized enough for him to feel comfortable.
A knock was at the door, then another. With reluctance, Marth stood to open the door.
"Are you Marth Falcon?" It was a police officer.
Marth had the urge to yell out that his name was not Falcon, but Lowell. Even so, he knew that was the worst decision to make for it was a police officer. Marth threw a smile on his face.
"Yes," Marth clenched his fist behind his back. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, we found eyewitness reports saying that you went into the back cave that was sealed off due to a murder incident. Is that true?"
"It was sealed off?" Marth feigned innocence.
"Yes, so you admit it."
"Well I'm certainly not going to lie about it."
"I see," the police officer turned his back to Marth. "I will need you to come with me to the police station. Bring your backpack with you, you aren't coming back."
Marth scoffed but did as he was told. Grumbling, he shoved everything down the backpack and threw it over one shoulder without regard that the flap was open. He then grabbed his bat that laid acrossed the floor and followed the officer to the Police Station.
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The police took him to the end of the corridor and into the final door. Marth stood behind him, his baseball bat in hand swinging at a slow pace. The officer opened the door and stepped in, he motioned his hand for Marth to follow. Once Marth walked in, the door had slammed behind him. He looked around, five other officers were here, all glaring at him. Gripping his bat, Marth scanned the room to find a window but, that was blocked by a cop.
"Sorry Marth," the police officer who brought him here said. "I'm Captain Strong and what you did was against the law. However, I heard you beat up the Sharks for us. So, instead of taking you to jail, how about we test that strength of yours? Fight us all at once if you can. Beat us all and you get off scotch free. Lose, and you go to jail and on charges of retaliation against a police officer."
What kind of cops are these!?
Before Marth could say anything, a cop lunged at him with a punch. He managed to barely dodge the hit but another cop went from behind with a roundhouse kick. A cough and a bit of drool come out of his mouth before Marth had enough and started swinging the bat. All techniques he used were for swordplay only but even so, Marth struck many critical hits on the cops. Two more cops went at him with fists aand Marth swerved behind one cop to hit him in the back of the head. Punches were thrown in the air at Marth, clearly not being aimed correctly. The punches began to tire him out and Marth bashed the cop's spine.
"I'm out of here!" The final cop said before running out.
Marth huffed.
"You dirty little..." Marth grumbled.
"You're not done yet, I'm still standing." Captain Strong gained a fighting stance.
Marth ran to him and bashed. Captain Strong dodged all the hits before grabbing Marth's hair and thrusting his knee into his stomach. Marth coughed as Captain Strong threw him against the wall.
"H-how...?" Marth could barely breathe.
"Is this all you got?" Strong asked.
Marth smirked. Strong stepped on Marth's back.
"What's so funny?"
"I hate myself. If not for this I would be dead..." Marth rose his hand. "PSI Rockin'"
Diamonds materialized from his hand and blasted. Marth blanked out.
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"Nggghhh..."
"Marth!"
Who...?
"I am a friend of yours."
A friend...?
"I'm trapped here in Happy Happy Village."
That voice...
"You need to save me..."
Sounds so familiar...
"Marth."
Whatever...
"It's me Zelda..."
Zel...
"Please save me..."
da...?
"Please!"
I don't think I can do it...
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Eyes slowly fluttered open, a hand twitched. The scent of air freshener and the heavy suffocation of steel. Where was he? Did he win?
"I have allowed you to access Twoson."
Marth rolled over to Captain Strong who sat on a chair near his bed.
"Where..."
"This is the holding cell for those that did something bad but have yet to face any sort of trial. You'd be surprised but it's barely used."
Marth nodded weakly, lifelessly.
"When you're ready you can leave." Strong got up and walked to the door. Marth could hear the clicking sound of his shoes on the cracked ground, it bothered him. "It was a good fight."
Strong took off his shades and turned his head to Marth, "Thank you." To Marth, his look was as sincere as his words.
Strong left, leaving Marth to look at the ceiling once more.
"Was I really... that weak?"
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Marth was all set to go to Twoson. He had his backpack on and his baseball bat cleaned up and ready for battle. After talking to the police, Marth was able to leave the small town of Onett and see Twoson. He didn't feel much leaving, except maybe a bit of guilt for not telling Little Mac and ROB beforehand but then again, 'You'll get no sympathy from me!'
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After going through an annoying forest with mushrooms attacking him constantly, he made it to Twoson. The city was big and bright and... filled with constant talk of a kidnapping. Before doing anything else, he found the nearest hotel and ran inside. A black telephone sat on top of the counter like the last time. Marth stuck a hand in his pocket before realizing that the slip was in Ness's clothes. After digging, Marth called.
"Hello?"
"Toon Link!"
"Oh hey Marth, what's up?"
"Can you tell me about the Smashers here?"
"Um yeah, just wait."
The sound of paper crumpling and a pencil scratching against the surface. A tongue click.
"Yeah there's a total of seven actually," Toon Link said with some sort of shock in his voice.
"Seven!?" Marth exclaimed. "How many Smashers were knocked out!?"
"A lot," Toon Link shrugged. "Um... let me see.. It's Zelda but Lucario can barely sense her the-"
"Lucario!? Mario said there were only four of you!?"
"Yeah, he's here with us. Wanna talk to him?"
"Yes!" Marth said in obvious tone.
Marth waited with impatient taps.
"Hello?" Lucario.
"Lucario, what are you doing here!?"
"You skipped seeing me," Lucario said. "I was in the house near the edge of the ocean, it was selling for some money."
"Oh... really?"
"Yes, anyway what do you need?"
"Can you tell me the locations of the Smashers?"
"I can't pinpoint the exact location but I can sense their aura enough to tell you if they are close or far from you. Ganondorf is the closest Smasher and seems to be south of your location and the only one outside. Roy, Red, Link, Pit, and Mega Man are close to you as well and are all together. Zelda is the farthest away, to the point where she is barely sensible. I cannot tell you anything else with my untrained power."
"Ganon is closest but Zelda is farthest? That doesn't make sense, if you kidnap someone wouldn't you be guarding them?"
"What do you mean?"
"Listen, I got a message from her saying that she's been kidnapped. Wouldn't Ganon be her kidnapper?"
"Considering what we're all going through, I don't think that's the case. You should go see him about it."
"Okay, thanks."
Marth hung up.
After withdrawing money from the ATM next to the telephone, Marth paid for a night's stay. Receiving his key, he left to his room and slept.
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"Marth... Please save me..."
Zelda... where exactly...?
"A cellar... near the village..."
But Link...
"He can't... Marth... He's stuck..."
Why...
"Save me and together... we can help Link and the others..."
What about Ganon...?
"Talk to him. He is not the enemy... Giygas..."
Not the enemy...? Giygas...
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Marth awoke in the middle of the night, breathing heavily. He felt a sudden fever come over him. The room felt too hot for him so he removed his clothes and switched over to the dirty striped shirt and shorts. He needed to wash his clothes seeing as though he had only two pairs and was short on fundings.
The room still felt hot to him, so he grabbed all his stuff, slipped on his boots, and went out. The lights were still on in the hallway, blinding as usual to Marth. Groaning, he headed toward the end of the hallway. Though the sound of hollow emptiness echoed, Marth felt a presence behind him. He turned and the lights flickered off for a second. When it went back on there was no one. Marth didn't feel like staying in Twoson anymore.
He ran to the end and opened the door. There, an employee sat behind the counter half asleep. He looked to Marth then allowed his head to fall upon the desk.
"I'm checking out," Marth reached into his pocket for the key. "Here, and good-bye."
He handed the employee the key and left without turning back. Just like in Onett, he was directly faced with the cold night wind, only this time it felt good. He sneezed and started to walk around the town.
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Apparently, all stores were open twenty-four seven as he ended up stocking up on hamburgers and other foods, buying an even stronger bat, and getting himself a copper bracelet. For some reason, he had a good amount of money stored away with some to spare, $200 to be exact. Walking past a little kid's school and the bus stop, Marth encountered two fruit houses. One had the lights on which sparked Marth's curiosity. He sneezed then headed over.
"I'm so hungry..." Marth heard a man's voice inside the home. "Ngghhh..."
The man coughed a few times.
"Food..."
The man sparked at Marth's sympathy. It reminded him of the victims of the war. His hand trembled, grabbing onto the knob weakly, hoping the door was open. It was.
"Hello...? Are you okay?" Marth asked. He slid the door open enough for him to get a peek. A fat man knocked out on the ground heaving, next to him a strange machine. Marth ran over to him and knelt down. The fuzzy carpet was wet against Marth's knees but he didn't let that bother him. Marth shook the man's body, earning him a groan.
"Nggggh... huwah..." The fat man opened his eyes. "Who...?"
"Hey, are you okay!?" Marth asked.
"Mmmmm... Yeah... I fall all the time... I'm running out of funding but my project is almost complete..."
"Project...?"
"Yeah, you see there is this pencil statue blocking the way... I decided to get rid of it so people can go to Happy Happy Village so -"
"Happy Happy Village!?" Marth's yell scared the fat man. "It's been blocked!?"
"Yeah... If you want to go there I can make you a deal..."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Can you give me some food... Anything really! And $200 for funding... If you do this then I can go on and finish this up..."
Quickly, Marth dug into his pockets and gave the man the rest of his money and some hamburgers he bought. The fat man ate in delight as Marth impatiently tapped his fingers against his leg. He then realized that his knees are wet.
"My knees!"
Marth stood up in disgust and the fat man looked up.
"Sorry about that, I spilled the last of my cherry cola on the carpet. You can use my bathroom to wash it off."
Marth stomped around the house, looking for the bathroom.
"Do you have a washer and dryer by any chance? I need to wash my clothes..."
"You're clothes got wet!? Oh, well yeah you can use my washer and dryer. I don't mind. I rarely use it, I'm usually stuck in these clothes anyway..."
Marth scurried around the house looking for the washer and dryer. After going into a hall, Marth opened one of the doors. It was the bathroom, rarely used with a towel hanging upon the sink, new. Marth swiped the towel and headed off opening another door. It was the fat man's room, messy and filled with mice who looked at him crazy. He immediately shut the door and opened a third door, it was the washer and dryer room. Marth sighed in relief. Finally, he found it.
He shut and locked the door behind him and undressed. He sneezed again and the fever was gone. Marth knew he had to call Mewtwo about this. But, for now he was concerned with his only sets of clothes which laid upon the dryer. Marth scanned the instructions labelled on the washer. He groaned.
Marth removed any and all of the metal plated armor on his clothes (granted, it wasn't much) and shoved both pairs of clothes in the washer. He turned the knob to hot/cold and water poured down. Marth grabbed the detergent and waited for the water to rise high enough. When it did, Marth poured a cup and a half inside the washer and closed the lid.
Marth then wrapped the towel around his waist. It was time for the prince to take his shower.
Wow, washing clothes was actually easy. Marth thought. I can't believe this is all I have to do... I would never wash my own clothes...
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Done with his shower, Marth stepped out with his body dripping wet. His tiara and the copper bracelet had ended up getting wet as well but it wasn't all that bad. He wiped the water off of them and placed it back on him. A beautiful body, when did I become so conceited? The mirror filled with condensation gave him a clouded form of himself. He opened the door and left but not before staring back into the bathroom, thinking to himself that he's not alone.
He quietly shut the door before skipping to the washer and dryer. The clothes were finished being washed and now was drying time. Like last time, Marth read the instructions and did it. Shoving the clothes in the dryer and slamming the lid down then turning on the dryer by pressing a few buttons. It turned on, a bubbly feeling landed in Marth's stomach.
I should probably check on the fat kid.
Marth found his way to the living room, it wasn't far of course, but Marth felt lost in the awful stench and the dirty conditions. Of course, he noticed this earlier but paid no mind to anything else but the situation at hand. Now, he could barely stand it. His feet walked upon wrappers, food stains and mouse feces yuck! How can somebody live in these conditions?
The fat boy was slumped against a wall, asleep. Mumbling incoherence, the fat man rolled to the side, only to be rudely awaken by Marth.
"Wha...?"
"How can you live in these conditions!?" Marth yelled. "Did you finish the eraser thing!?"
"About that..." The fat man held up his machine. "I'm almost done, it needs one more hour to finish the making process with this machine."
Marth groaned.
"Well then I'm stuck here for a whole hour," Marth looked around. "Do you have cleaning supplies?"
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The entire hour, Marth spent cleaning up the whole house. It was a tiring experience and in fact, his first time ever cleaning but he knew what to do. The mopping and the sweeping wasn't perfect and he had no way to fully clean up the stains that littered the wall. Even so, Marth felt accomplishment inside of him. It made him so happy that he forgot that he was only wearing a towel the entire time.
"It's done! It's done!"
Marth's ears perked. He ran over to the living room.
"It is!?" Marth asked.
"Yeah," he held out the eraser. "You did so much for me, thank you... You can have this. It's a useful item if you see another pencil about."
Marth let out a hearty laugh, then took the eraser.
"You know, I never asked your name," Marth said.
"It's Apple Kid, what about you?"
"Weird name but I guess it suits your attire and body structure. I'm Marth."
"That's a pretty weird name too," Apple Kid said as he stood. "But it's nice to meet you. If you need anybody please take this Receiver Phone and call."
A mouse emerged from a hole in the corner of the room. Marth shrieked and backed away, waving around his broom for protection. The mouse then had more mice come out, holding a phone. The broom was dropped but not before Marth felt disgusted.
"Eww... Ew..." Marth backed up even more.
"Don't worry, they're friends," Apple Kid said before getting the phone from the mice and handing it to Marth.
"Ew!" Marth held it by the antenna. "I'm going to get dressed now... My clothes are dry..."
Marth went to retrieve his clothes.
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When he left Apple Kid's house it was already morning. The citizens were already walking around, mainly to a park located nearby. Though parks weren't really his thing, people were selling some junk that seems relevant enough. He heard about these things from Red, people will occasionally sell in strange places, like a Pokemon Center where a man sold him a Magikarp, whatever any of that is.
He was inside the park, taking glances at the items they sold. They were junk, literally. Sure, there was food but there was also broken junk being sold despite being unusable. The concept didn't seem too fun to him now, as all he did was bend over and look.
Marth did buy some eggs though, he planned on possibly boiling them. Marth was prepared to leave but then he heard a familiar voice.
"Morning is such a nuisance."
Marth spun on the ball of his foot. His eyes widen and his grip on his baseball tighten, running toward the man at lightening speed. The man noticed quick enough to swerve.
"Ganon..." Marth growled low. "You kidnapped Zelda didn't you!?"
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AN: Sorry but I'm so tired... I'll stop here...
EDIT: So anyway, just had spell check look over a couple things. First off, some spellings mistakes I fixed :D Also, it's 'Giygas' and not 'Gigyas' I pronounced the name as the latter that's why