Author's Note: Ackk... Sooo sorry about the lack of updates. School is getting the way, and I have to do my work... Oh well, I probably will only be able to get chapters up on the weekends, just so you guys know. Even then, I might get writer's block though, so just bear with me and be patient. Thanks, and on with the story!

Chapter 4-Dinner is Served

April 23rd, 9:00 AM-Main Hall

"The murderer is still at large." Master Hand announced to the 33 remaining Smashers(A/N:PKMN Trainer's Pokemon are in their Pokeballs now, and Ice Climbers, believe it or not, are two people. :o). An uneasy air filled the air when the hand said this. Murmuring circulated around the hall. "It is also very likely that the murderer is in this room at this very moment." No one said anything, but everyone looked around, as if to check if anyone in the crowd was holding a bloody knife.

"Why can't you just send us back to our homelands?" Luigi called. Master Hand looked suddenly very nervous.

"The rules of the Smash Mansion are very binding." He said. He struggled while speaking. "You are all kept here, in the Smash Mansion, no matter what until the next Smash Bros. tournament begins." Master Hand sighed. "I say this with a very heavy heart, but I'm afraid no one is able to leave this mansion... Not even me or Crazy Hand." The crowd was as quiet as a ghost town.

"We're doomed..." Lucario muttered. He turned and walked out of the hall, not saying another word. Others proceeded to follow him, not really caring what else the hands had to say.

The two hands shuffled away to their lounge, seeing no point in continuing.

"What if one of us is next?" Mr. Game & Watch asked. Neither Samus or Pikachu responded.

April 23rd, 10:30 PM-Captain Falcon's Room

drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip.

In the center of the room was Captain Falcon, his wrists slit and neck in a noose, hanging from his own room's ceiling.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Ay, Cap! Open up!" Ike called. "You okay?" Ike began to get worried. "No! No, no, no, no!" Ike kicked down the locked door. Window wide open, air breezing past him, Captain Falcon was dead.

Flashback

April 23rd, 9:00 PM-Captain Falcon's Room

Captain Falcon stepped out of the shower and dried off. He put on a pair of boxers.

"Ahh..." He sighed, feeling refreshed for the first time since the murders started. The racer stepped out of the bathroom. He noticed it right away. His window was wide open. "What the he-" Someone covered his mouth from behind with cloth. Captain Falcon slowly drifted off 'A...sleeping...drug...?' And then he drifted into sleep forever.

End Flashback

Master Hand's Office

Ike visited Master hand's office the next morning and informed him about Captain Falcon. amidst the discussion, the door opened and shut quietly. "How many more lives does this killer need to take?" Master Hand moaned. Pikachu, who had just entered the room, answered.

"That's exactly what I'm here to tell you about." Pikachu told the hand. "I found this next to Marth's body. I was so small that I was the first one to see it, being so close to the ground, and a-" Master Hand hushed him, trying to focus on the note.

"Pikachu, am I the only one besides you who's seen this?" Master Hand questioned urgently. Pikachu nodded.

"I nearly told my friends, but you announced a meeting before I could tell them."

"Good. Let's keep it that way." Ike shifted uncomfortably. Master Hand looked at Ike for a moment. "Ike, I swear to God, if you tell anyone else..." He handed Ike the note.

'This is only the beginning. The deaths are far from over, and I won't stop until everyone but me is dead. That is, unless you can catch me first.'

Ike handed the note back to Master Hand. "I'm not afraid of a coward such as this." Ike stated. "Singling out people and murdering them in cold blood when they are alone... I will face this wretch if he ever decides to visit me." Ike brandished his sword.

"I admire your courage, Ike, but this is no normal murderer we're dealing with here. He's smart." Master Hand replied. I would suggest-"

"Suggest what? Wait for him to come and kill me?"

"Ike, please-"

"If I'm going down, I'll put up a damn good fight!" Ike interrupted. He then stormed out of the office, out into the main hall.

Samus' Room

"Ike's bold, assuming he can take on a serial killer like this." Samus said.

"You're right, but you forget that the murderer is still a smasher. If we're ready for him , then it will be just like a fight in the arena. The stakes are just...higher..." Pikachu reminded her.

"Well, whoever it is has gotten away with this many murders, and most of the victims were murdered in daylight-when they were awake. There must be something that is giving this person an advantage over normal Smashers." Samus replied. Mr. Game & Watch sat quietly in the corner, listening in on the conversation.

"I'm going down." He said abruptly. He stood up and walked out the door.

The Kitchen-6:00 PM

Steam filled the kitchen. It smelled of meat. Fresh, too. Almost appetizing. A pot sat boiling over the burners, filled with... pork? Kirby hummed happily to himself as he sizzled the Smashers dinners.

"They'll enjoy my special Pork-Steak dual flavor dish!" He waddled over towards the double doors leading to the dining room. Still humming, he pushed open the doors. "Dinner is," He placed the plates of Pork-Steak at each spot. "Served!" He called. Smashers started to fill up the dining room and began eating. Kirby watched the Smashers eat his creation. 'Yes, enjoy it!' He thought as he watched them scarf the food. Many Smashers began to eye Kirby suspiciously. 'Uh oh... They're onto me...' Kirby started to sweat. Someone finally spoke up.

"Kirby, what are you playing at?" Lucario threw his dish to the ground. "You call for dinner, then Ness doesn't show up for dinner! Is there a secret third ingredient in this dish?" Lucario yelled. "You haven't even touched your dinner!" A smile crept along the pink puffball's face.

"Ok, you caught me." Everyone gasped. "There is a secret third ingredient in my dish." Everyone looked down at their food in disgust. "I added gourmet chicken breast in there too!" He laughed. Everyone kept their cold stares on the puffball. He didn't notice and went to his own food. He inhaled the entire meal, and some people gagged.

"Where is Ness?" Lucario questioned.

"I don't know!" Kirby replied, realizing that everyone was still suspecting him. "I haven't seen him for a- Oh, Jigglypuff! Have you finished?" Jigglypuff nodded, rubbing her stomach. "Good. I'll take your dish." Kirby replied, and waddled over to the balloon. He took the dish and walked towards the kitchen. He threw open the double doors and stepped inside.

"What a lying piece of-" Lucario started, but was interrupted.

"OH MY GOD!!" Kirby ran out of the kitchen, dropping the dish onto the floor. Kirby ran out of the dining room and up the stairs of the main hall. A deathly silence filled the room.

"What was it?"

"It must have been in the kitchen... I'm not going in..."

"Me either..."

"I'll go." Meta Knight stood up and walked slowly towards the kitchen doors, sword drawn. Everyone watched tenatively as Meta Knight threw open the double doors and stepped in.

Steam filled the kitchen. Meta Knight could barely see the ground in front of him. He hit a shelf, and dishes fell to the ground, clattering loudly. The masked swordsman jumped at the loud sound, but slowly stepped ahead. Suddenly, his head hit something. No, not a wall. More like a wooden lever in the wall. Wait, not just one... Two. No, three. Four. Five. Five wooden bars sticking a few inches from the wall. 'Agh! I can't see shit through this steam!' As if on cue, the steam moved out of the way. The knight struggled for a second to adjust to the sight. He opened his eyes. less than a foot away from his face, Ness was stabbed to the wall, a knife through each hand and foot, and one thrust deep into his head. Meta Knight tore his eyes away from the bloodied kid. Stepping out of the kitchen, he quietly walked past the Smashers, who bombarded him with questions. He opened Master Hand's office and quietly shut it.

"What is it, Meta Knight?" The hand asked, barely looking away from the paperwork he was doing.

"Ness is dead." Meta Knight stated. He quietly stepped out of the room, leaving the hand in silent terror.

Author's Note: There is no author's note. o.o