...dang it, nobody got the nerd points-

Announcer: Told ya.

Quiet, you. For those of you guys wondering, I was thinking the telepathy would affect Link the most since Hylians are born with the cool ability to send thoughts to each other! Hence, telepathy! Hence, how Zelda contacts Link back in the early games! Hence...Announcer being annoying!

Announcer: Hey, I'm not the one who doesn't upda-*Glances down at title* well lookie here...double digits, huh?

Yep...I remember back in the days when I got really excited over these things...the tenth WGDitPC chapter was typed on my mom's friend's couch, by the way...*siiiigh*, the nostalgia...


/*\ Chapter Ten: Escape and Congregate /*\

The window shattered with an unholy CRASH! All eyes instantly went to the hole, jagged and branching cracks like a tree's roots. A breeze began blowing through it, whistling through the smaller cracks; they would have noticed, if they weren't so petrified in fear of the punishment.

"...Cress, Marco?!" the boys' mother called from downstairs. "Was that one of you?!"

"Of course she blames me first," Cress sighed.

"Hey, you broke the living room lights twice," Marco muttered back.

"We're dead," Harold whimpered. "My mom normally doesn't care if I break stuff, but on your turf…"

"We mighthavepossiblyaccidentally brokenawindow!" Marco yelled back quickly.

"You did what now?" her voice was closer now, probably a few steps from the door—they could hear her coming.

Acting swift, Freya swept her arm to the smasher's backs so that they were knocked off the table. This was met with several "hey!" and "we can hide ourselves, you know!" before they scurried off. All except Mewtwo, Pikachu, and Jigglypuff; Mewtwo gathered the other two creatures before encasing himself in a purple glow and vanishing into thin air, taking the unsuspecting Pokémon with him. Unknown to the bewildered kids, he teleported to the entrance of an old mouse hole and lead them to the girl's room.

The four sibling's mother, a young woman with black hair, opened a small opening in the door before swinging it open and gasping at the broken window.

"I can totally explain everything!" Cress shouted, jumping in front of the window with his arms flailing before ultimately falling on his side. He pulled an awkward smile and a pose after the impact, since falling on his side happened every now and then and he was used to it. "There was this ball, you see, and Freya—"

"Hey!" from Freya's side of the story.

"—bounced it to hard towards the window," Cress continued.

"Alright then—will you get off the floor? There's glass over there!" she groaned.

Cress scrambled to his feet and strutted back over to the others less than casually. Freya was glaring daggers and Harold was hiding a laugh under a cough, Caitlyn was still bewildered and Marco groaned in his facepalm.

/*\

The playroom was evacuated, and the girls took any toys they 'needed'; the kids somehow got away without a punishment, most likely because they were just playing around (as far as the adults knew) and didn't mean any harm to the window itself. It would need to be repaired, a difficult task considering it was on the second story, but only a fraction of the window was broken—a small tarp was put up to block out the incoming winds.

They didn't see the smashers for a good while afterwards, though.

They knew it wasn't because Freya had shoved them off, as she had meant well and they had survived worse. The mouse holes provided ways out, so it couldn't have been because they were trapped, even with all the adults now focused on it and putting a general no-fly zone over the place. In fact, Mewtwo was probably already leading the smaller Pokémon to safety.

So what could possibly trap ten very capable fighters in a room where exits were available?

Fear.

"We've got to get out of here," Samus spoke quietly from his spot behind a table leg. He held a defensive stance, legs poised to bolt and arm cannon at the ready, though being caught by one of the adults would ultimately lead to disaster.

"Are you sure?" Luigi asked, pressed against the wood leg just adjacent to Samus. "We don't know what's out there…"

"Mewtwo says it's safe," Ness offered. "And he's a pretty reliable cat, if you ask me."

"Yes, and he's also a psychic who could tell if someone's coming," Fox argued. "We've been in here when people who don't know us are in the room; why can't it stay that way?"

"Because adults are unpredictable and very, very suspicious," Samus stated. "They'll think the house is infested with mice—which it was—and whatever they send to kill the rodents would also kill us."

"So we need to get out of here," Mario swallowed his suspicion. In reality, instinct was binding the smashers to stay in the room: it had taken a while to convince them to come with Freya when she was writing down their stories, and even traveling in the ducts made the brave Samus nervous. An invisible force was binding them there, and they weren't sure what would happen if they left that bind for too long.

Whatever it was, it was better than being poisoned by bait or smoked out of the house or whatever people did with mice those days; they eventually came to the unanimous agreement that they had to leave the room until the window was fixed.

Link went first, the courage he was born with shining through ("Or maybe the idiotism," Samus had argued). His path consisted of quickly darting to the shadows of table legs, ducking behind scattered toys and other objects, even taking the dare to walk silently in the wake of an adult. He made it to the slightly-ajar door, and Samus could see him signaling for them to follow through her helmet's magnification.

Fox was voted next, using a slightly louder system of 'barrel rolling' to hiding places. Luigi kept wincing when a carpeted thud reached him, afraid they would attract unwanted attention, but he also made it and joined Link at the door.

Samus folded into his Morph Ball and simply rolled through the room, as unnoticed and unseen as the orange-shielded marble he had contorted herself into. They had seen this trick before, and still had no idea how he did it. All he hinted was the Chozo, whom they knew equally as much about.

Mario and Luigi both went at the same time, one with too much courage and the other with practically none. The brothers weren't the best at stealth, but managed not to be spotted by any of the four humans. There was a bit of a breath-holding moment when Mario jumped too high and made one of his electronic blar! sounds, making the humans look their direction. A teddy bear hid them, though, and the people eventually shrugged it off as the wind.

"I'm going to kill him for doing that if we all make it," Samus muttered. Link flashed her a surprised glance before turning back to where the five left were about to cross.

Back underneath the table, Ness, Captain Falcon, Yoshi, Kirby, and Donkey Kong were thinking about just how they would make it. The pattering of Yoshi's boots, the stomping of Donkey Kong's run, the plodding of Kirby's feet, and the clattering of Captain Falcon's metal could each give their owners away—or, at the very least, make the next person's passing impossible. Only Ness could really slip by undetected, but he wasn't about to abandon the other three for his own safety; what kind of a hero does that?!

"Hm…" Captain Falcon squinted across the room to where the others were tensely waiting. He turned around to their group, where Ness was posing philosopher-style, Kirby was blinking innocently, Donkey Kong was glaring at the terrain ahead, and Yoshi was observing the humans. "Anybody got any ideas?" he asked, drawing their attention.

"I could light a fire to distract them," Ness offered, throwing a spark between his fingers and shouldering the adults.

"We don't want to do damage, and they'll get suspicious, anyway," Captain Falcon dismissed.

Kirby inflated himself quietly and flapped his arms, silently asking if they could fly.

"What about ol' DK?" Captain Falcon prompted. "Flying's even more eye-catching than a fire, too."

Yoshi curled up and summoned an egg around him, his chirp from inside asking about egg-rolling.

"You know you can't lead that many eggs, Yoshi," Captain Falcon sighed. "Plus, I'd rather not be an omelet…"

Donkey Kong plucked Ness off the ground, ignoring the boy's protestant yip, and aimed it for the crack in the door.

"And if you miss…?" Captain Falcon asked.

"Hey, what about me? I can help!"

They had forgotten about the announcer when he shout-whispered in their personal space, causing them to flinch.

"You're a disembodied voice, what can YOU do?" Ness growled, covering his ears again.

"Don't underestimate the power of a narrator!" he chuckled mischievously.

Ness felt his presence recede, and cautiously peeked out from behind the table leg to see what would happen. Nothing did for several patient moments, and it looked like the parents were about to leave the room; hence, spotting the five who had already made it.

The clearing of a familiar voice caught him from his fears…

"AS OUR BRAVE HEROES ARE CAUGHT BY THE ENEMY," the Announcer narrated in an attention-catching voice, making the adults call out in panic, "WE CAN ONLY WONDER WHAT THEY CAN DO! WILL THE BRAVE FIVE FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS MESS…?"

The smashers were halfway across the room, and the parent's faces were priceless as they kept looking around for the invisible voice.

"OR SHALL THEY BE GIVEN AWAY, FOREVER DOOMED TO DO THEIR ENEMIES BIDDING?!" Announcer's voice was triumphant, somewhat ruining the fate he was telling; that didn't matter to the four people about to declare their house haunted, though. "STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE OF 'HEIRLOOMS'!"

…jerk.

/*\

With a gentle shove of the flat of her palm, Caitlyn pushed the fire-type evolution of Eevee back into its place. She sat back on her haunches, legs folded beneath her, and admired the shelves upon shelves of creatures.

Both the twins had accepted that Marco's sparking didn't work on these specific toys, and that they would be forever looking over the bedroom for as long as their fabricated pelts lasted. And more would join them, as long as Caitlyn had fabric and Freya had ideas, until eventually they would need to resort to piling them on the floor or in boxes or maybe even hanging from the ceiling; the three legendary birds were already up there, each strung higher than the one before it, flying in an upwards circle above and between the two's beds.

She fell onto her back and cast eyes on each one, from the terrifying Aerodactyle they had formed out of clay to the warm and cuddly Torchic stuffed with downy chicken feathers. Most of them were made of cloth, true, but if the art teacher let her use an extra hunk of clay she would make a Pokémon out of it. Some were fully clay, like the replica Golem and Onix; some were made of both, like Omanyte and Parasect; and a few were a kind of their own, like the Porygon made of scrap plastic or the Oddish that was actually a flower pot.

Pikachu, Jigglypuff, and Mewtwo were all perched upon the dresser in various actions. Mewtwo had his legs dangling over the edge, tail swerving gently as he picked up Caitlyn's relaxed mood. Jigglypuff was curiously poking at a Charizard doll on the windowsill, wondering if it would come alive and attack. Pikachu was watching some toy fish decorated as Magikarp float about in a fish tank Freya had acquired at one point, as well as the bobbing Seadra and the plastic Gyrados coiled at the bottom.

Freya opened the door to the room and closed it without turning, stumbling to her bed like a zombie and falling onto it. "I'm boooooooored," she complained.

"What are your brothers doing? I am sure they are entertaining," Mewtwo offered.

"They're looking for the rest of you guys and said I can't help because it would look suspiiiiiiiicious," she drawled.

Mewtwo turned back to the shelves as Freya let out a sigh. He had memorized most of their work on the first day he was let in the room, now able to know each by species name and evolution. He was still working out type advantages, and the moves each could learn, which the girls themselves had to look to a cheat sheet for.

"…Freya?" Caitlyn asked.

"Yeaaaaaa?" Freya groaned.

"Do you think we could try and find that extra cloth that we made Mewtwo out of?" she continued.

"I don't know…" Freya huffed.

Caitlyn put on a determined, 'I know what I must do' expression and rolled off her bed. Crawling over to Freya's bedside, she kneeled and set her chin on the sheets.

"Do you wanna build some Poke-moooooon," she sang to a certain Disney princess movie's song lyrics, "c'mon, I'll find some clooooth…"

Freya turned her head to give Caitlyn an amused smile.

"I can't take this anymore, I'm really bored, let's go and craft a 'mooooon! We only have each other…and those three-" she shouldered in the smasher's direction, "what do you wanna doooooo?"

"Do you wanna build some Poke—moooooon, it doesn't have to be Poke—moooooon…" Caitlyn waited for Freya's reaction.

"…HECK YEA!" Freya shrieked, jumping out of bed. Caitlyn laughed alongside her as they ran out of the room, leaving a bewildered trio of Pokémon behind.

"…what in Kanto just happened?" Mewtwo asked.

Every good book has a song at some point!

Announcer: AHHHH, I love the smell of a fourth wall break in the morning!

Save that for WGDitPC, you little—

Announcer: Language!

Fine then…BONUS NERD POINTS to anyone who can tell me what/who Chozo, Barrel Rolling, and Kanto are! And thanks for reading! …*ahem*,

~Do you wanna play some Smash Brothers? C'mon, let's go and braaaaawl…I'll beat you with Pit, admit it, you're bored out of your miiiind! We only have two players…lets Me-e-lee, or I can drag out the 3DS…do you wanna play some Smash Brothers? It doesn't have to be-e Smash Brothers…~

Announcer: Stop singing already, you Frozen-obsessed freak of nature!

okay, byyyyeeeee…~ Hug your Eevee, guys, I'll see you next chapter! Bye!