The next morning was a fairly normal morning in Smash Manor. Palutena woke Pit up early, checking on the condition of his training pants from the comfort of her own room. Pit was proud to be dry, and indignant to be checked, but Palutena was a little disappointed that he might actually free himself from the cute bedwetting pants.
Pit slid his dry training pants off and put on his normal boxers. He frowned at the loose garment, feeling like there was nothing standing between his privates and the outside world. Pit pushed these thoughts out of his mind, reminding himself that he was a big boy and had worked hard to earn these boxers.
After Pit was fully dressed and sure all the other boys were awake, he decided to wait for the rest of Cabin B to get ready and go with them to the fights. Normally he would pick up Dark Pit and the two of them would go together, but today he wanted nothing to do with his other half. He didn't want Dark Pit anywhere near him while his embarrassing problem was acting up; one slip of the tongue from Palutena would ensure relentless teasing from his doppelganger.
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Dark Pit's morning, on the other hand, started extremely early when he woke from his hangover coma feeling much healthier but strangely...moist? He wiggled in his bed a bit and felt something thick strapped to his hips and going between his legs. He looked around at Cabin A. The lights were off and everyone he could see from his bottom bunk seemed fast asleep. He carefully slid his hand under his sheets and felt between his legs, his fingers being met with a warmish plastic that seemed to be bulging.
"No…!" he cursed quietly to himself, vaguely remembering Isabelle getting him dressed the night before. He wanted to be mad at her for putting him in this thing but, as his hand reached below his butt and felt a small leak, he didn't really have anyone to blame but himself.
...And Pit! Damned Pit, giving Dark Pit such a tiny bladder! Dark Pit hadn't wet his bed, that bedwetter Pit had wet Dark Pit's bed! He grumbled angrily to himself as he rolled off his mattress, quietly and carefully waddling to the bathroom while trying to minimize the crinkling noise.
Stuffing his rolled up diaper into the bottom of the trashcan, he swore to get even with Pit. He wasn't tired, having slept nearly 30 hours, so instead he got dressed and sat outside Cabin B to wait to confront Pit. As he sat there fixating on his own recent potty troubles and how bad he felt, his heart began to soften. He thought maybe he should let bygones be bygones and the two of them could walk to the fights together, like always.
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When Pit entered the hallway, his friends in tow, he jumped a little when he saw Dark Pit leaning on the wall, deep in contemplation. "Get lost, Pittoo. I have nothing to say to you," Pit said angrily.
Dark Pit felt a brief sting in his heart and he remembered why he'd come out here in the first place. "What's wrong, am I not cool enough to hang out with the bedwetter?"
Pit, Blue, Lucas, and Toon Link all went red in the face. Popo followed Dark Pit's gaze and looked up at Pit, who was the reddest of the bunch. Pit saw the little Ice Climber's gaze and nervously coughed into his hand.
"Fly off a cliff, Pittoo, they've heard it before. Nobody cares," Pit said.
"They?" Dark Pit echoed. "I'm not talking to them!" He added insistently, remembering Ness' rules forbade him from talking to anyone in Cabin B except Pit and Popo. "I'm talking about you!"
Pit lunged forward, clasping a hand on Dark Pit's mouth and angrily shoving him against the wall. "How did you find out?!" he whispered desperately.
Dark Pit pushed Pit away. "A little birdy let your secret slip," he said coyly.
Pit's fists balled up in anger. He assumed Dark Pit's patron Goddess, Viridi, must have been spying on him at some point and told Dark Pit. "Well it was your fault for getting me drunk in the first place!" Pit yelled.
All the boys in the hall froze for a moment and stared at Pit, piecing together exactly what Pit meant by that.
"Wait, I was told you used to wet the bed," Dark Pit revealed, a small smirk forming on his lips.
Pit's angry stance slacked a little and he looked around in horror at his cabin mates, who all looked equally awkward. "I...uh-" he started, at a loss for words.
"It's okay, Pit," Blue said, putting on a cheerful tone and patting Pit on his back. "It happens. No big deal."
"Yeah, maybe you should let your new 'royal friends' know that sometimes little Pit does a little piddle in his big boy panties," Dark Pit mocked, his face suddenly turning very bitter.
The dichotomy between Pit and Dark Pit was that of the same song mastered by different speakers. Because Dark Pit was merely a reflection of Pit's negative emotions, Pit had all of Dark Pit's anger, his jealousy, and his loneliness. They were usually drowned out by Pit's chipper, virtuous soul but today Pit's wrath came fully to the front due to the rage he felt toward his clone.
Dark Pit, likewise, possessed all of Pit's sense of justice, his sense of loyalty, and his sensitive demeanor. The hurt he felt from his only friend abandoning him matched Pit's own fury and the equal but opposite angels were finally on the same negative frequency.
"That's it!" Pit shouted, balling up his fists again. Dark Pit dropped into battle stance as Pit charged toward him, tackling him into the wall. Dark Pit, having few options in this disadvantageous position, resorted to headbutting Pit and sending him stumbling back. Then, pushing off the wall, Dark Pit tackled Pit to the ground and the two of them started wrestling and trading blows on the floor.
"Guys, stop!" Lucas shouted, grabbing Pit's tunic and trying to pull him off but only managing to rip the shirt off the boy and reveal his black tank top. Toon Link and Popo both nervously watched the struggle while Blue silently cheered Pit on from the sidelines.
The ruckus in the hall caused two other doors to open as Ness and Isabelle both stuck their heads out to see what the commotion was about. The two exchanged a nod and ran toward the scrap.
Pit, meanwhile, was perched on top of Dark Pit and scratching at his face like a wild cat. Appropriately, he felt something grab him by his scruff and pull him backwards. As Dark Pit sat up to chase after him, he felt his entire body stunned and held into place.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Ness shouted, holding Dark Pit with his PSY powers.
"Nothing!" Pit and Dark Pit both insisted simultaneously, neither wanting their own individual secrets to spread any further.
Isabelle, holding Pit with her fishing pole, decided to take charge. "Aright! Everyone who wasn't fighting and isn't holding a Pit, go to the matches right now!" Her angry, commanding voice was somehow ever cuter than her regular, nervous voice. The boys in Cabin B obeyed, nonetheless, and they sympathetically looked back towards Pit as they left him to his inevitable punishment.
