Three soft knocks sent Ganondorf leaping eight feet into the air, figuratively speaking. The dark wizard grumbled as he stood from his desk and walked to the door, opening it a crack and peering out, before he gave a loud gasp and hurriedly shut the door as he swore beneath his breath. Let's hope I can pull this off.

"Hey!" An indignant voice exclaimed, muffled by the door, but Ganondorf paid it no mind as he swiped the contents of his desk into the drawers, the loud thumping making him cringe. He began cramming posters into the body pillow he'd just retrieved from his mailbox moments ago, and the knocks came again. Dammit! He kicked the body pillow underneath his bed. Just wait a couple more- there! He rushed to the door, opening it swiftly to greet an annoyed princess and one of the famed Smash Brawl Drop Outs. Ganondorf gulped and crossed his arms as he leaned against the door, an eyebrow raised.

"Do you two need something?" The dark wizard drawled in what he hoped would be an unconvincingly nonchalant tone. Zelda frowned suspiciously at her evil adversary as he stared at her and Mewtwo, his expression surprisingly clear of the malice he'd been famed for displaying in the cruelest ways. How dare he slam the door in her face and return as if nothing had happened? Her slanted eyes narrowed, her dainty mouth turning down on the corners. Mewtwo shifted slightly next to her, watching the two opposing forces stare each other down.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there staring at me like the dolts you apparently are, or are you going to tell me a stupid reason as to why you're bothering me?" Zelda scoffed at the wizard's rudeness.

"We're here under pretense of duty Ganondorf," the elf princess said stiffly, "We ask that you to cooperate with us." Ganondorf frowned.

"Depends on what you want me to cooperate with…" He said, his gaze shifting between two makeshift detectives.

"We just wanted to ask you couple questions," Mewtwo said blandly, floating past the wizard into the dark room, "That is something a person of your...intellect...can handle, yes?" Ganondorf glared at the uninvited intruder for a split-second as he levitated by, before turning to the princess and gesturing sharply inside his room. The princess complied without a word, gaze studying every aspect of the wizard's dark and rather depressing room.

Ganondorf shut the door behind him as soon as his unwanted visitors passed him, turning to lean against it while he frowned grumpily at them, nothing unusual in Zelda's opinion. Honestly, Ganondorf was always grumpy.

"Well, get on with it then," he said gruffly, cracking his knuckles, "I have things to do."

"Like what?" Zelda asked suspiciously. Ganondorf scoffed as he looked down to examine his fingernails.

"Well, Bowser's having a birthday party tomorrow, so Wolf, Snake and I were going to go get him a gift, and tonight the guys and I are going out to watch a movie," the wizard replied nonchalantly, silently thanking the fire breathing lizard king for having a birthday party right when he needed it. Apparently, the princess wasn't convinced.

"Uh huh. So what was with all that crashing before we came in here?" She asked, wandering farther into the room. Ganondorf almost didn't want to go through with the rest of his plan, knowing what kind of gossip could sprout about him.

"Bowser, Wolf, and I have been planning to prank someone, who's name I will not disclose, for the past couple days and I don't exactly want my plans to be foiled by snoopy do-gooders," he explained, hissing the last part as he shot a glare towards the two detectives. The possibility of Ganondorf being the Smasher we're looking for are slowly dwindling, Zelda noted grimly, casting a glance towards Mewtwo, His alibi would be pretty rock solid if the interrogations with Bowser, Wolf, and Snake correspond with his claims. Mewtwo had closed his eyes in thought when Ganondorf began laying down his reasonings, a paw framing his chin and his head tilted down. Cool amethyst eyes slid open to piercingly eye the dark wizard, who promptly returned the look with a challenging one of his own.

Ganondorf's eyes concealed many things from Mewtwo, as was expected of people like him, but there were glimmers of emotion that he failed to hide. Unfortunately, every emotion supported his claim. But, Mewtwo still had a question for the wizard to answer.

"What were you doing last night between the times 10:00 pm to 12:00 am?" Mewtwo studied Ganondorf's eyes for any change. A dilating in the pupils, shifting in the irises, a twitch of the mouth, anything that would give something other than outrage and disbelief at the ridiculous question away.

"Sleeping," Ganondorf deadpanned, and Mewtwo humphed.

"Very well. That is all. Thank you for your time," the Pokémon murmured, levitating towards the door. Zelda gaped at his retreating form, then sighed and followed. Ganondorf opened the door to let them out, muttering irritatedly beneath his breath. Once they had cleared the threshold, Ganondorf slammed the door shut, flicked on the silencers, and punched another hole into the nearest wall, next to the dent made from earlier that day.

"COMPLETE. FUCKING. WASTE!" He screeched, smashing his fist again into the poor, unfortunate wall. All that time, all that planning...GONE DOWN THE DRAIN THANKS TO MISTER AND MISSES SNOOPING ASS-FACES WHO CAN'T DO THEIR JOBS WORTH SHIT. He growled and stomped over to his writing desk, ripping the Sailor Moon stickers off the sides before spending the next fifteen minutes tearing the sparkly-eyed, stupidly grinning, sticky pictures of teenaged anime girls to wrinkled shreds on the ground. He was breathing heavily, sweat dampened his dark skin, his teeth were clenched, and he'd probably frothed at the mouth. Suddenly, his muscles went slack and his head thumped loudly into a pile of bright pink manga and he groaned again in utter despair.

Meta Knight lay in his room, the "eyes" on his visor dim, signifying that he was either unconscious or tired enough to be shut-eyed for an extended period of time. He believed it was appropriate to select the the latter of the two choices, for he was indeed quite fatigued. From the mental torment of not being able to do almost anything to help his situation, as well as insane mood swings he couldn't control, to the physical torment of headaches, extra body parts, and injuries, it was understandable that Sir Meta Knight, Head Knight of the Castle of Dedede, Defending Champion of the SS Top Tier, and wielder of the legendary sword Galaxia, found himself rather exhausted from the day's events at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Yes, quite understandable.

The knight groaned and rolled over onto his back, slipping his mask back to rest against the top of his head. His comforter was soft and warm beneath him, urging him to rest. His eyelids felt weighted as they refused to rise as his consciousness began to fade into the welcoming arms of sleep. Somebody knocked on the door and his eyes opened tiredly. Can I not have even five minutes of peace? He sat up, rubbing his eye as he slid off the bed and began walking to his door.

"Come in." The door clicked open, revealing King Dedede, Kirby perched on his shoulder. The pink puffball lept down enveloped the knight's legs in as big of a hug as his stubby little arms could manage.

"Meda Knigh'!" He squealed, laughing with childish delight when Meta Knight lifted and shook the leg he'd latched onto. The knight sighed, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Hello Kirby," he greeted at the giggling puff, glancing towards Dedede and adding, "Afternoon, Dedede. Did you two need something?" The penguin king gave a half-wave, then reached up and scratched the back of his head.

"Well, uh, not really…"

"Did you need to speak to me about something?" Dedede looked nervous. His blue eyes were comically large, he was sweating bullets, his beak twisting in a strange way to complete the epitome of discomfort.

"Um...sorta," the penguin king said, chuckling awkwardly, "uh, Meta Knight…" He took a deep breath before saying slowly, "Meta Knight. Are you okay?" The knight frowned confusedly at the question.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"Are you okay? Have you been feeling, um, weird, or something?" Dedede's face had scrunched up in the strangest way. He appeared to be half grimacing, half grinning. His eyes were nearly screwed shut. Meta Knight stared at the penguin in silence as the mood got increasingly awkward.

"No…?" Dedede looked relieved.

"Good! That's good! I was just wondering…" Meta Knight narrowed his gaze.

"Wondering…?" The knight's tone had darkened with what the king presumed was suspicion. Dedede gulped and his mittened flippers twitching anxiously. Seconds later, he sighed, his shoulder slumping as the nervousness left him. He trudged over to the bed and sat on it, the bed groaning quietly from the penguin king's weight.

"Meta Knight...we're worried. Samus, Ike, Marth, me, and even Kirby," he said, a frown beginning to furrow his brow, "You haven't been acting…yourself lately, and it's...well, it's scaring us." Meta Knight only stared, silent and stony, a slight frown pinching his eyebrows together.

"Meda Knigh'?" Kirby asked, squeezing the knight's leg gently, "Meda Knigh' okai, poyo?" Meta Knight looked down at the small pink puff, his expression softening, before he knelt down and picked him up. His eyes turned a calculating emerald green as he considered Kirby's question, as well as Dedede's admission of worry.

"Truthfully, no, Kirby. I haven't been feeling okay," the knight murmured, his silvery gaze dimming somewhat as he lowered his gaze to the floor, his tone becoming ever darker, "I don't think I'll be feeling okay for a while. Not until I get my old body back." The king scoffed, capturing the knight's attention. He set Kirby back down on the ground, despite the puff's protests, and turned on Dedede, eyes flaring a sickly red. The penguin didn't seem to notice.

"Meta Knight. It's not the end of the world now that you're in a human body-" He didn't know what, but he felt something crack.

"I'm not going to heed the remarks of an ignorant child. Don't presume you know everything, you incompetent fool," he spat, as if the words were like vomit on his tongue. His chilling voice was venomous, each word a sharp fang imbedding itself into the mind of the receiver, sending shivers down his spine as the poison sunk into his head. But Dedede wasn't about to back down, so he shook off the feeling and stood up, his flippers clenched firmly into fists.

"Okay, this is exactly what I'm talking about! You're not yourself. The Meta Knight we all know wouldn't say something like that!" The knight's lips thinned into a flat line, temper beginning to flare beyond his control.

"And what," he growled animously, "would he say?" Dedede blanched, then shook his head and looked directly into the knight's eyes.

"If you're so smart, why don't you find out?" Dedede sighed and motioned to Kirby. "C'mon, it's almost dinner time. We should be going." Kirby glanced at Meta Knight, worrying reflecting from his glistening sapphire eyes. The knight refused to look at either of them, his ruby red gaze glued to the floor. The pink puff a small, disappointed "Poyo," before he bounded onto Dedede's shoulder. What that, Dedede turned and exited the room, leaving the door open.

He hated himself now. How could he say something like that to his friend? Meta Knight grit his teeth, a sick feeling twisting in his stomach. His right shoulder was aching again, his ankle seeming to click and pop every time he moved it, his head throbbing fitfully. Not only that, but he still felt the remnants of his uncontrolled emotions. He didn't even know why he became angered. It just...happened. He fell back onto his bed, sighing as his mask fell off the top of his head. He rubbed his face with the heels of his palm before he dropped his arms limply onto the mattress. His hands clenched the blankets tightly in his fists.

"What is wrong with me?" He muttered out loud to himself. Silence. Creak.

"What wrong with you is that you're hungry and you're not spending enough time with your friends." Startled, Meta Knight sat up quickly, immediately regretting the action as it put his head in a tizzy. His surprised white gaze transitioned back into a somewhat dull silver as his eyes managed to focus on the blonde woman lounging in the doorway.

I have like...literally no words right now. Um... So, that chapter that I said was almost done? Yeah, no. It was like half finished and I didn't like the beginning part of it, so I did major editing. I ended up deleting the entire thing and starting the chapter from scratch and then I just sorta...stopped. Then a few weeks later, I start writing again because my older brothers came back from college and one of them got beyond obsessed with Zootopia a started writing Fanfiction. Which, in turn, got me back into a writing so here I am now at 11:30 at night posting this...is it the 11th or 12th chapter? I have no clue. But! The next chapter has been started today and will be completed...when it gets completed. I don't plan on abandoning this story, only updating it...whenever...wherever... (No, not the Shakira song ya dingbats.)

Responses!

sakuralavender: Hm...yes, Sailor Moon was quite the leap for Ganondorf to take. Perhaps he thought that a guy like him becoming addicted to an anime of sparkles and magical girls was more believable than a guy like him becoming obsessed with a cartoon with friendship and magical ponies. And, um, I'm no Sailor Moon expert, but I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate being torn to shreds by a grumpy wizard with anger issues that rival the main character's. But hey, it's better he vent out his anger on non-existent magic girls than that poor, poor wall that had suffered so much that fateful day...

Luna-Moon-Knight: You have no idea how hard I Undertale. Fanfiction (both reading and writing), fanart, fan-theories, AUs, SHIPPING, even group chats with my friends. I need so much help... And you're welcome! I'll try not to make the wait quite so long but...well, you all know me and my...ways... But I'll probably be focusing on uplaying my Undertale story now that I finally got this one updated.

Anyway, see you in the next chapter!

Well, more like ramble hopelessly, but you know what I mean!

I think...

Do you?

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