Hey y'all, happy Saturday! Oh, I forgot to mention something last chapter!

SO, the way this fic is going, it LOOKS like it's just going to be about the N64 game so far. But believe me, I'm going to *grabs broom* EXPLAIN ALL THE SMASH BROTHERS GAMES!

Melee, Brawl, and the 3DS/Wii U versions will come after I'm done typing how they created the stages, inspired fighting, found items, etc. I'll make EVERY character show up and cameo a LOT of other companies that played a roll (Intelligent Systems, Namco, Capcom, Nintendo EAD, and Monolith Soft to name a few). And apparently there's a rumor going around that this would be like Indian in the Cupboard? I have no idea how that got started, but I'm not aiming for it to be that way.

...Yes, Zetra: There will be Zelda. You'll see how she shows up.

/*\ Chapter 6: A Spark of Creativity /*\

Freya had little clue over what had happened in the car, just that something sent a jolt of electricity up her poor hand and left it useless for writing homework. But she had seen a little fox's head poke out of Marco's pocket, which was both startling and confusing all at once. It had been glaring at her quite angrily while holding its bruised snout (which was most likely her doing).

It angered her more when Marco revealed they had him since yesterday.

"You mean you've been keeping a living, breathing fox toy for an entire day?!" Freya growled as they lead Caitlyn and her up the steps. Caitlyn seemed not to have a care in the world of what they were hiding behind their backs (or pockets, in afternoon's case), but was curious as to why Freya now had a wrapping over her hand.

"Shhh! Mom or dad will hear you!" Cress scolded quietly, eyes darting from side to side in case the two adults were near. It was right after dinner, both occupied with other tasks like paperwork or what-not, so the chance was slim.

When they first got home, Marco had darted upstairs like a flighty bird while concealing something with a white glove. She didn't see where, because her mother promptly led her to the bathroom for some sort of covering for her burned hand. Yes, burned. Whatever had sparked her hand sparked it well.

It was ironic, since in their game if one was shocked hard enough, paralyzing of the victim would be the case. They had come to that conclusion after seeing how a paralyzed man shivered if he tried to move, like electricity was running through him.

"Okay, so, before you meet them," Marco started, being cut off by Caitlyn.

"Them? There's more than one?" she perked.

"Oh, so more than one living things! Wow!" Freya ranted sarcastically.

"Err, twelve," Marco sighed. "Anyway, just…don't freak out, okay?"

"I'm not a freak-person, though I may shriek when necessary," Freya deadpanned.

Cress rolled his eyes and opened the door to the playroom (noticeably more cautiously than earlier that day). But instead of a tiny, living, breathing fox greeting them at the entrance…a rather large, very dead, corpse of a mouse did.

Caitlyn covered her mouth to hold in a scream, but a bit of the noise still slipped through her lips. Freya lifted her eyebrows, Marco made a questioning grunt, and Cress just plain gasped.

"SORRY! Sorry!" a male voice apologized quickly from the ground. "We're cleaning them up, I promise!"

"Capn', what the heck happened?!" Cress asked, turning to Captain Falcon. The racer was a few feet away, in the process of shoving a different body down a mouse hole. Samus and Mario continued the job while he walked over to them.

"What the heck what the heck WHAT THE HECK WHAT THE HECK—"Freya repeated worriedly as he came closer, backing sideways with Caitlyn into the corner. They eventually reached a table and pressed against its side, though a curious "Hm!" from it caused Caitlyn to turn.

There, standing on their refuge from the oddity, was Link. Of course, she didn't see him as "Link", just as a green warrior looking up curiously at them. She turned away from Captain Falcon—who was explaining to the two brothers why there were was a rodent massacre—and bent down to get at eye level with him.

"Hello…" she greeted quietly.

Link raised a hand in greeting.

"I suppose you're with them?" she continued softly, nudging an elbow in the direction of the other gathering toys-come-alive.

He nodded.

"Huh…you're a bit of a quiet fellow, you know," the girl noted. She cocked her head at him, and namely the empty spot on his back…

Link shrugged in response to the note. It wasn't the first time he had been called a quiet person; due to some circumstance during his creation, an element just hadn't come into play that allowed him to speak. He could shout well, and had a Hylian tone that carried well in battle, but wasn't able to communicate through any other way.

"Wait…" she trailed, reaching into her pocket, "do you happen to own this…?"

His shield was nestled gently into her palm and she offered it to him cautiously. She had kept it on her all day after forgetting about it in the first place, though it looked his size.

He nodded rapidly and approached, lifting the shield out of her hand and slinging it onto his back—back where it belonged.

"H-hey, Caitlyn! Come over here to make sure I'm not hallucinating!" Freya stammered from her spot, cross-legged on the floor.

"Want to join us?" Caitlyn offered Link.

He nodded but paused over her hand cautiously. He took out his shield instead and put it on her hand again, stepping onto it. She cocked an eye at the odd way of transportation, but didn't say anything as he sat like a kid on a sled and held the edge while she walked to the others.

The eleven others were in front of a relaxed Marco and Cress but cautious Freya, the twin taking a seat next to her and letting Link down.

"So…um…hi, I'm Freya," she greeted warily.

A chorus of various greetings (some being "Poyo!" or "Pika!") answered her back.

"And this would be Caitlyn," she continued in a less shut-in tone, gesturing to her sister.

Caitlyn waved with a small smile.

"They're our younger sisters," Marco explained. "I wouldn't have gotten them involved, but Fox did something to Freya's hand earlier—"

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" 'Fox' protested. "She slapped my face!"

"It was an accident!" Freya argued back.

"Doesn't matter, you all know each other, let's just move on!" Cress suggested.

"Fine," both Fox and Freya spat. It was quite obvious they weren't going to be in such good relations from that point onward, but who am I to say?

"What was that, anyway?" Freya continued. "It was like a jolt of electricity or something!"

"Must have been Fox's spark," Mario decreed.

"Spark?" Marco repeated. "As in, energy?"

"That works…how to I explain this…?" Mario trailed questionably.

Lucky for him, Samus came to the rescue. "Listen, you ever heard the term 'spark of imagination'?" she started.

"Somewhere," Cress shrugged, "probably kid's TV, but go on."

"That would be a good way to explain it, then," Samus continued. "We come alive through that kind of science, by a will of thought. If we get too far from our 'sparker', you could say, or they just don't have enough creativity to light a spark, we'd go back to our limp, useless forms."

"Which would be why you were unconscious in the attic for some-odd years," Marco noted.

"Yes. 'Course, you can't spark just anything; it's a certain kind of fabric or something that does it," Samus added.

"So, wait," Caitlyn spoke up at last, "if you were already far from your sparker, then how did you come back alive?"

All eyes/fingers went to Marco.

"…what, you think I did it?" he took the bait after a moment of awkward silence.

"Think about it, dude." Cress noted casually. "The way you were ranting about these guys, and how you had that look in your eye, I'd be surprised if it were anyone else!"

"Huh…" Marco trailed before gaining a pleased grin. "That's pretty cool."

"Like a SUPPA POWA!" Freya giggled.

"Meh, it's cool for you," Fox shrugged. The saga of Fox and Freya continues…

"Hey, Freya?" Caitlyn tapped her sister while she was still chortling. "Remember that our uncle had these?"

"Yes?" Freya answered patiently, looking up from her smile.

"He also gave us that cloth, remember?" she continued. "And we made something out of it, didn't we?"

Freya's eyes widened. "Oh! You think it could be the same material?" she gasped.

She shrugged.

"Are you guys talking about that one cat thing you stitched a while ago?" Cress asked.

"Mewtwo. His name is Mewtwo," Freya deadpanned. "The fabric was this pretty lavender-y color, so we couldn't resist!"

"Well, go get him, then!" Marco waved them off. The two hastily got up from their seats and ran to the door. Marco, meanwhile, took out the glove he had been refraining from. "I wonder if sparking's all that hard…."

/*\

Freya and Caitlyn were a mess of excited squeals and flailing limbs as they ran to their own bedroom for Mewtwo. They hadn't thought up much for him, just that he was a clone of another monster they put together and he looked much more intimidating.

They flung open the doors and wasted no time gazing, though the temptation was high. Two twin-sized beds were in both upper corners of the room, one with black sheets, the other with dark blue. But shelves and shelves on the walls showcased hundreds of different monsters, some large, some small, all different. They were scattered on the floor, too, as well as piled up on the twin's beds and dressers.

"Number one hundred-fifty, Freya!" Caitlyn giggled.

Freya carefully scanned her side of the shelves with a hand posed to strike until she encountered her prey: a humanoid, light purple-furred cat creature with a thick tail and three-numbered hands and feet. Its dark blue gaze was pointed firmly ahead, like a soldier waiting for orders. Perhaps, after Marco sparked it, it would be!

Her hand snatched up the small figure (just large enough for her fingertips to touch when wrapped around) and the twins clattered back down the hall.

"Freya, Caitlyn, is that you?!"

The two froze at the sound of their father's call. Freya tossed the toy to Caitlyn, who tucked it behind her back. "Yes, dad, we got a bit excited!" Freya shouted back, holding the excitement out of her voice.

"Could you come down here?" he asked, walking in view of the stairs. "I need to tell you something!"

"Alright!" Freya answered for them both as she cantered down the steps and stood erect before her father. Caitlyn followed suit, still hiding Mewtwo.

"Do you remember your cousin Harold?" he asked.

"Dearly," Caitlyn sighed in sweet memory. Harold was a preteen and personal ally of the girls for helping out with their monster-fights. He even came up with the name: Pokémon, for how they could always be carried in pocket but were vicious as beasts all the same.

"He's coming to stay for a while."

The sentence didn't register in either's brains for a moment. "What?" Freya blinked.

"Harold and his parents—your aunt and uncle—will be staying for a few days at our house," their father repeated. "They just called; there was an accident at the house and they can't live there for a few days."

"That's awesome!" Freya shrieked for the umpteenth time that night. Perhaps he could meet the toys, too? The way they took out mice made them sound fit for battle, and they were talking toys, anyway. Marco might have not allowed it, but she was sure they could convince him.

"Go tell your brothers, too—he'll be staying in Marco's room!" the parent called after them when the rushed back upstairs with renewed excitement.

They finally swung open the door to the playroom and shut it again, Mewtwo in their grasp.

"Hey guys, guess what?!" Freya bubbled excitably.

"What?" Cress asked.

"Harold's staying over!"

"What?!" Cress gasped.

"I said, Harold's staying over!" Freya shouted louder.

"WHAT?!" Cress yelled back.

"I SAID, HAROLD'S STAYING—oh forget it!" Freya groaned.

"NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU FROM ALL THE SHOUTING!" Cress shouted, startling everyone.

"Well, here's Mewtwo," Caitlyn addressed, placing the creature in the center of the smashers. They stepped back from it at first, a little taken-off by the appearance, before Pikachu slinked to it and sniffed its foot.

"Huh," Marco noted, raising an eyebrow. "Why Mewtwo?"

"Well, we call it that because he was based off our other toy, Mew," she explained.

Marco slipped on his glove and stretched his fingers a bit. "Why 'it'?" he prodded. It took fuel to light a spark, after all.

"It's what we call a Legendary Pokémon, meaning there's only one of these—one of mew's clones, anyway. Only a few of the legendries have genders anyway, like these two we call—"

"Stay on topic, Caitlyn," Marco stated, trying to think up any more background for the clone. While he was at it, he tried working on a few poses for his hand that would light a spark. Snapping wasn't working, oddly enough.

"Oh, right," Caitlyn jolted. "Umm, he's a Psychic type, so he can use techniques like Shadow Ball and Psychic. Or he can use more physical attacks, like Tail Whip and Headbutt."

Marco stopped snapping as a thought came to him. If he was a psychic and a clone, did that mean it didn't feel too great about itself?

"There was this one guy, Giovanni, who wanted to make him the strongest Pokémon ever, but it failed because Mewtwo thought it was being tricked…"

He closed his eyes and tried for a cold, shut-in kind of personality. It didn't want to hurt anyone, apparently, perhaps less trustworthy as well.

"It only trusted a few people, and it's so smart that it can only be caught by a certain kind of Pokeball—the Master Ball, which can catch any Pokémon. Dusk Balls might also work—"

"Caitlyn, stay on topic," Cress noted absentmindedly, searching the toy for any kind of reaction.

Marco could clearly think up the character now, a lonely, hermit sort of personality. It would look over everything with a critical eye, not trust anyone without any great reason to, but rely on its own power and smarts to overcome others. No one took it or used it without it knowing, trained after its incident with Giovanni. Maybe it like fighting; maybe it wanted someone to consider a partner, one that was equal in strength and mind…

"Marco…look."

"Whu?" Marco murmured after Cress nudged him back to reality. His eyes widened when he saw the cat-like psychic glancing around at the other toys around it.

"Mm?" it hummed in questioning. "What's going on…who are all of you?"


Mewtwo, I thought you were a psychic! Use your head and use your brain to figure out what they're thinking! …wait, what? GRRRR, NOW YOU'RE CONFUSING ME!

And what's this? A chapter within a week of the last update? WHAT IS THIS SORCERY, REEVEE?

BONUS NERD POINTS if you can pick out the reference to GAME FREAK Freya made, OR why I used Mewtwo as an example, OR when he has spoken before in-game, OR which company this "Harold" guy might be!

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Hug an Eevee, I'll see you next chapter!