Disclaimer: Blah Blah blah. Nintendo and HAL Laboratory owns the smashers.
News of Doctor Mario's death spread like wildfire.
The first to really know (other than Master Hand) was Pichu. The Pokemon had heard Master Hand exclaiming, before Crazy Hand shoved him off. As anyone could guess, Pichu told Pikachu, Pikachu told Ness, and the rest was history.
Doctor Mario's funeral, however was delayed. No one dared venture over to Master Hand as to where Doc's body was. Instead, a makeshift memorial full of Doc's pictures and trophies were use. Mario and a visibly upset Peach provided the eulogy.
And then came the media. Shocked about the well-liked physican's death the community reacted. The mailbox in the Smash City Tribune was overflowed with letters demanding more information.
"No comment, no comment!" Roared Master Hand, slamming the door on the cameras and newscasters. Defeated, the media pack trampled Kirby and Mewtwo, in search of Captain Falcon, who had last seen Doc.
Master Hand, locking the door, was speechless and angry. Not only at Doctor Mario, but also himself. Why was that man so nosy? It was only brought upon himself...
But the Hand felt regret. A figment of his past had come back, and it sure was haunting him. The whole thing would be hard to reverse, even if it was possible.
Master Hand turned around...
Urablur: So yeah. I apologize for this chapter, and for apologizing so much. It's hard to write with a cold.