Here's chapter 4! Sorry if it seems like I'm not including a lot of the smashers at this point. There's soooooo many of them and eventually I'll include all of them! This chapter is mainly about how some of the roommates are getting along. Things are a little rocky for some of them at the moment! :P Remember, if you like my story, don't forget to follow and favorite it. Also if you have something you wanna tell me, don't forget to review! See you all in chapter 5! :)

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Most of the smashers' rooms consisted of a bunk bed, a sofa, a small television set, and a chest of drawers, but the rooms of three had an extra bed squeezed into them, not allowing much space. All the rooms were fairly good sized, and had a bathroom just off the entrance.

Fox and Falco were walking down the hall, looking for their room."Here it is. Room 223," Fox pointed out as he stopped in front of a door. He reached into his pocket and felt around for the key Master Hand had given him, but it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" Falco asked, as he held up a small golden key.

"How did you get that?" Fox was bewildered. "It was in my pocket!" He tried to snatch the key from Falco, but he moved his hand, or wing, out of the way. "Come on, man!" Fox was starting to sound childish now.

"Hey, you at least owe me the honors of unlocking the door," Falco said. Fox knew he was referring to the arwing incident, and he sighed deeply.

"Fine. You can unlock the door," Fox conceded. Falco smiled slightly and put the key into the lock, turning it ever so slowly. Fox gave him a look, but didn't say anything. He allowed Falco to have his 'moment.' Finally, the lock clicked, and Falco turned the knob. Once they were inside, Falco immediately threw his bag onto the top bunk. "Hey! Who said you got the top?" Fox complained.

"Me. When I got here before you did," Falco threw Fox a victorious smile, then started to laugh. Fox joined in eventually, but not after pouting for a moment.

Bowser and Ganondorf had just settled down to go to sleep, when Bowser asked Ganondorf a question. "So," he began, not knowing for sure what he wanted to say. "What was that whole thing with Medusa about?" Bowser spoke into the bottom of the top bunk. They'd had quite the argument earlier about who would get the top, but Ganondorf finally pointed out that it might be safer for him to be on top, since he wasn't quite as heavy as Bowser. Bowser agreed reluctantly, not sure whether to take that as an insult or not.

Ganondorf stared up at the ceiling. "What thing?" he asked, knowing very well what 'thing' Bowser was talking about.

"The way you looked at her," Bowser answered. "And the fact that you were drooling," he added.

Ganondorf sighed. "If I tell you this, you have to swear not to tell anyone else. You hear?" Ganondorf found that he trusted Bowser a lot more since their last stay.

Bowser nodded his head, then remembered Ganondorf couldn't see him. "I swear," he said quickly.

"Alright." Ganondorf took a deep breath before he spoke again. "I kind of...like her."

Bowser's eyes went wide and all hope of him having pleasant dreams that night slipped away. "You what?!"

"You heard me," Ganondorf said. "There's something about her that I find very alluring." His voice got softer. "But she would never go out with me. I'm a little...scary."

"You're not all that bad," Bowser insisted, trying to make him feel better. "And besides, she's evil too. You guys would be perfect together!"

Ganondorf couldn't help but laugh. "Well, we'll just have to see about that." Not another word was said after that, as they both drifted off to sleep.

"Dammit!" Sothe cursed as he chased Pit down the long hallway. "Give me my scarf back, you little demon!" The sound of their running awakened several of the smashers who were already asleep, and they opened their doors to complain.

"What's the big idea?" Snake grabbed a hold of Sothe's arm as he ran past his door. "Some of us are trying to sleep, you know!"

"I'm terribly sorry!" Sothe apologized. "I'm just trying to get my scarf back from the angel boy!" He pointed down the hallway at Pit, who was still running.

Snake looked at him oddly. "Scarf, huh?" He shook his head. "Am I the only straight guy here?" he asked himself as he walked back into his room and closed the door.

Sothe gave the door a nasty look, then continued to chase after Pit. "Get back here!" he called.

Pit laughed mockingly. "You'll have to catch me first!" He looked over his shoulder at Sothe, who was severely lagging behind now. He kept on laughing as he ran, when all of a sudden, his feet fell out from underneath him. He plummeted to the floor and gave himself a rug burn on his knee. It was then that he realized he'd let the scarf fall too low and he tripped on it.

Sothe caught up to him and wretched the scarf from his hand. "I'll be taking that!" he said, and started back down the hall to their room. Isaac was waiting for them at the door.

"I don't think Master Hand will be very happy about this," he told Sothe as he entered the room. Sothe grabbed his duffle bag from off his bed and retreated into the bathroom, not saying a word in return.

"I don't why that stupid scarf is so important!" Pit fumed as he stomped into the room and climbed up to the top bunk, rubbing his knee the whole way. Isaac sat down on the bottom bunk, turned on the bedside table lamp, and began reading a book. "It's just a scarf!" Pit continued his ranting.

"Maybe to you, but to him it probably means something," Isaac said, trying to cool Pit's flaming attitude. Sothe came out of the bathroom then and crawled into the extra bed, not looking at the other side of the room at all. He lied awake for a while, toying with his wedding ring.

Pit noticed this and rolled his eyes. "What a baby," he muttered under his breath. Sothe heard him and shot a menacing look towards the top bunk, but Pit had rolled over onto his side and could no longer see him.

"He'll come around," Isaac said after a while, making sure Pit was asleep. "It might take some time, but I'm sure he will."

Sothe looked over at Isaac and smiled half-heartedly. "Thanks."

"Dedede, would you get out of the bathroom? I need to use it!" Meta Knight yelled through the bathroom door. King Dedede had been in there ever since they got up to their room, which was over an hour ago. "What are you even doing in there?" he asked impatiently.

Dedede made a loud, unpleasant grunting noise then, earning a disgusted look from Meta Knight. "I don't think you want to know," he answered, sounding a little winded.

Meta Knight breathed in then, and his hands flew up to his face, covering his nose. "I'm asking to use someone else's bathroom!" he shouted, though his hands muffled his speech. He ran from the room screaming.

"Chicken always does a number on me," Dedede sighed as he flushed the toilet.

Lucario lied in his bed reading a book, while Wolf was busy fiddling with the table lamp, trying to get it to turn on. After he'd been working on it for a while, he gave up and sat down on the sofa. "The damn thing won't turn on," he said.

"That's alright," Lucario assured. I can read with the light from my aura." One of his paws hovered above the pages of his book, a ball of blue light emitting from it.

Wolf turned on the television and flipped through the channels, intent on finding the one he wanted. Lucario burst out laughing then, barely being able to breathe. "What's so funny?" Wolf asked.

"You want to watch Teletubbies?!" He snickered. "Oh, that's too great!" He wiped a tear from his eye and continued laughing.

"How did you know that?!" Wolf asked, a little too defensively. "I mean, no I don't!"

Lucario was on the floor now laughing. "Yes you do! I read your mind!"

Wolf gave him an incredulous look. "Don't do that anymore! And swear to me you'll never tell anyone about this!" Wolf made him pinkie swear, which Lucario found a little childish.

"Alright, alright," he said. "I swear." Lucario and Wolf locked pinkies, and then Wolf climbed up to the top bunk. Lucario began to giggle again.

"Shut up!" Wolf yelled from the top bunk, then put his face down in his pillow.