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I sincerely apologize for making you wait so long! I was without the Internet for the past few days, so I wasn't able to update. Please forgive me! Anyways, now I am all settled and comfortable in the setting of my own home, so posting chapters should be more frequent (that was a horribly worded sentence), unless I'm playing Super Smash Bros. If you were kind and posted a review with a suggestion, critique, or question (or if I just feel like it), I will reply as soon as possible. Same thing with private messages, I'll get back to you. I would love if you shoved ideas into my brain, not that I am lacking them; I just love to see how other people think. *gets uncomfortably close to your face* Just kidding.

Master Hand's POV

The hand sighed and slouched in his chair. How troubled he was; the new smasher's being shy and bothered by the veterans, particularly Bowser. Bowser sat in a chair next to Ganondorf outside his office; they destroyed the TV over an anime. Link was in trouble, for one of the first times, for trying to murder Marth again. Master Hand often felt like a principal of a high school rather than the 'boss' of the Smashers.

Olimar was currently in his office, Falco still holding him by the collar. "I saw him writing that stupid gossip column thing for the newspaper."

"Not at all! I was-." Olimar tried to explain.

"Falco, I don't see why you dragged him here when I have more important things to be dealing with."

"The gossipy thing violates our privacy!"

"That thing also makes the newspaper very interesting for the readers. Besides, there isn't anything truly wrong here. Olimar, you are free to go."

"Thank you." He brushed himself off and glared at Falco. "As I was trying to say, it was Pikachu who wrote it. I saw a Pikmin leave his room, so I went in to see if they were there. I saw the computer and examined its contents."

"Pikachu? Now that is a whole different story."

"How, might I ask?" Falco placed a hand on his hip.

"Pikachu has been doing some other things that have been bothersome to the rest of the Smashers."

"Alright then," Falco sighed. "I'll be seeing you around then."

"I guess so."

Pikachu's POV

The mouse Pokémon ran for his life from almost every brawler. He jumped over the hedges and dashed over to the town plaza where he was greeted with the rest of the fighters. He was about to end peacefully and turn himself in or he was about to meet a certain death. Whichever it was, he wasn't going to like the result.

"Look, whatever I did I'm sure isn't all that bad."

"We all know that you have been writing the gossip column, and we are here to seek revenge." Marth yelled.

"I didn't do anything to you though, so why do you want to kill me?"

"That is beside the point! You have exploited our lives and we are going to bash your face in for it. By the way, I didn't kiss Snake last week; I sucker punched him square in the nose." Samus hissed.

"And I did not 'thoroughly enjoy' my dare!" Peach barked.

"I'm not addicted to drinking chocolate milk." Meta Knight swung his cape around, the motion full of pride.

"I never wrote Martha on Marth's door… but now that I think of it." Toon Link admitted.

"You are a lying sparkly mouse!" Mario called out.

"Seize him!" Ike hollered.

The last thing the 'sparkle mouse' knew was that he had over a hundred fists coming at his frail body.

Luigi's POV

Master Hand entered the living room, newspaper in hand. "The Hundred-Handed Smashers Go Ballistic…" Master Hand read aloud. "You've drawn all possible attention to the mansion, congrats. So we can say nothing was edited in the photo to make you all look more attractive, we are having your designs changed and your lovely collection of outfits burned so you can have different pallet swaps."

A few of the brawlers looked excited, some didn't seem to care, and others were agitated beyond comparison. They all walked out of the mansion, entering the buses in no specific order. The drive wasn't too long, thank goodness, for some of them were becoming rambunctious. Once they arrived, they all stepped out, looking around at the three buildings.

"On the far left," Master Hand started. "We have the first stop, your physical appearance. You might become taller, shorter, plumper, thinner, bustier, etc. In the center, we have the tailors, making your gorgeous outfits even lovelier. Last, you have your final touchups done to complete your look. Don't complain, don't become violent and angry towards the people, and last but not least, everyone better come out of that second building with clothes on or there will be an issue. Have fun."

Everyone entered the first building, Mario (no surprise) getting in first. After that, it was a mess of trying to get everyone into a straight line without someone hurdling their way to the front. Almost everyone came out looking better, some people staying the same, or in Wario's case, looking worse. Next was the fitting. They weren't as rowdy when it came to that, but some people were still feeling entitled to going first. After finishing in the last complex, everyone came out looking stunning.

The princesses complemented each other (including Marth), the heroic characters made sure their attire was protective enough, many of them made sure they were still able to move with amazing agility, and some of the brawlers acted as though they had a lust for themselves after seeing the changes.

Luigi felt a little odd, keeping an almost identical appearance to the one before. Of course, Mario bragged about how much better he looked despite his lack of change as well. He shuffled back to the buses, taking his previous seat. He watched some of the fighters mess around, some already brawling. Only if he had enough friends to lead a life like that.

Something tapped him on the shoulder. "I think you look very nice Luigi." Princess Rosalina said, her voice incredibly cheery.

"Th-thank you." He replied nervously. "You look very pretty today. Not that you don't look pretty everyday, which you do."

"Why thank you. May I take a seat?"

"No one was sitting in it anyways." He sighed, remembering how lonely he was.

"What's the matter?"

"People always admire Mario for being, well, Mario. Nobody ever pays attention to Weegie."

"Well, I think you are just as good as Mario. You're nice, funny, and sweet; Mario is a bully, and I think he needs a reality check. He is letting all this fame get to his head."

"You're too kind princess."

"Come one Rosalina- some of the boys are going to start fighting!" Peach stuck her head in.

"Alright," She sighed. "I guess I'll see you soon. But for now, good bye." She kissed the plumber on the cheek and left the bus.

"Mama mia…" His face turned red and he sank into his chair.

What? That's it? No, that can't be! I'm sorry to let you down with such a short chapter after two weeks or so. Man, you must really hate me. I would make it longer but I am preoccupied with the continuation of my other fan fiction, s/10467619/1/A-Small-Universe

Someone some time ago suggested that I have Rosalina and Luigi as a couple, and I agree with that. I typically don't think about Luigi, such a lonesome character. Well, he gets the fairest one of them all! I keep having people suggest Samus x Little Mac. Too bad, so sad. Samus is roughly twenty five, Little Mac is seventeen. It is gross beyond comparison in my opinion. So please, for my sanity, STOP SUGGESTING IT! Besides, I already have in mind someone she would love, but that's for another day and another fan fiction.

Well, that's all for today! Please leave a review and most suggestions are welcomed!