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/*\ Chapter Eleven: A "Master" Hand /*\
"Well, this was an exciting day."
"'Exciting'?" Cress repeated. "You think too small. This day was a gargantuan mixture of absolute craziness, baked in an oven of impossibility, added with randomness sprinkles and a broken window top."
Marco turned on his side to stare oddly at Cress, who stayed on his backside and gazed at the ceiling in a relaxed state of memory. Since Marco usually occupied what was considered the guest bedroom, and Harold was residing in there now, that left him to house with Cress. He found it more peaceful than being stared down by Freya and Caitlyn's creations all night, and the couch did a number on his spine in the morning; it did, however, come at the expense of being with the least sane person in the household all night.
"…are you saying that today was a cupcake?" he finally asked.
"I guess," Cress shrugged.
As said earlier, least sane.
While the two were discussing about pastries and the day's events, the smashers were hidden in the shadows of the hallway and debating their next move.
The dining room and living room lights from below harshly contrasted the darkness of the second floor, like a city being viewed from afar during the night. Slits of light came through the railing, and fell away in shades around the stairs, but the rest was dark enough to hide even Ness' contrasting clothing.
"Ugh, with you wearing neon, how did they not see us?" Samus complained.
"Hey, don't like it, don't look," Ness shrugged.
The human-like smashers had their backs pressed against the railing, tall forms perfectly hidden by them. Donkey Kong and Kirby stayed nearby, even if Kirby tried and adorably failed to stretch himself high enough as to hide with the tall-statured.
"I wish Mewtwo had taken the rest of us," Luigi sighed. "At least he knows a little more than us of the terrain out here…"
"Fox? You've been out here; do you know anything?" Mario asked.
"I was unconscious or in a pocket just about the entire time, sorry," Fox answered. "I do know that all the kids sleep on this floor…"
"That's good enough," Samus deemed.
Donkey Kong turned at the sound of something banging onto floor and two different gasps; one panicked, one frustrated. All four noises originated from inside one of the doors, which also happened to be the one with a dawn-like light leaking from underneath. As he looked on, something very thin and shiny slipped underneath and skidded on the wooden floor.
After sending a glance to the others as they pondered, he approached it cautiously. It was about half his side, with a hole centered in one end and a tip sharp enough to spear the thickest fabric.
Without a doubt, a needle.
Surprisingly, he wasn't too afraid of something that could easily impale his spark out. Back at the jungle, Nintenna's father had used these slivers of metallic substance to fix torn fabric. And her mother had taught the girl to use it for them as well; nary a thorn-wound or scar from vicious animal remained when she had it in her fingertips.
With that said, he was curious to find out who used such a potent tool.
"Great, now there's stuff everywhere…" he heard Freya's voice complain.
"Just be careful, it might have broken that set of needles!" Caitlyn's warning followed.
"I think it did…ugh, we better pick these up, or the vacuum will catch them," Freya noted.
So the girls were seamstresses? Makes sense, seeing how they could craft Mewtwo so well.
…oh yea, and they were looking for them.
Donkey Kong hollered quietly for the others while gesturing to the door. The signal worked and they all approached, slow at first but faster when they realized the object he had at his feet.
"A needle? What?" Mario asked, probing it with a foot.
Link gripped it by the holed end and lifted it like a lance, causing several shouts of "watch it!" and the like from the smashers at the other end. He held it straight upwards and observed it a moment before deciding upon sheathing it to his back, crosswise of the Master Sword.
"So the girls are in here," Samus mumbled after a few more conversation snippets leaked from the room.
"That's great and all, but how do we get in?" Fox groaned, crouching to the crack of the door. It was only large enough for him to get a paw through and fetch a needle that had also fallen near the archway, perhaps tall enough for Kirby to squeeze through if he tried.
Ness stepped back and took a look at the handle pensively. "…if we get a boost," he finally said, "One of us could open that door from the handle."
"How?" Samus blurted. "That thing's too high to reach even if we try towering."
"And there's nothing out here to use," Luigi added.
"Hm…" Captain Falcon put a hand to his chin. Looking from Samus to the needles Fox and Link brandished, an idea started to light up in his eyes. No one could really tell since his eyes weren't visible to the eye, but trust me, there was an idea.
"Anybody got a rubber band?" he finally asked.
"Why?" Ness asked.
"If we take those two needles," he pointed to where Fox and Link were having a mock-duel, "and stick them in the floorboards like a V," he formed a shape with his arms, "then string a rubber band across them and lodge Samus in her morph ball in it," he lastly pointed to Samus, "then launch her, she could reach the doorknob!"
"And if I don't want to be used as a mock cannon ball?" Samus deadpanned.
"Then we'll use Kirby."
"Poi?"
"Eh, sounds good enough," Ness shrugged.
"Perfect plan! Hey, Fox!" Mario called to Link and Fox.
"THIS IS SPAR—you needed something?" Fox stopped right before his action of kicking Link in the gut so he was launched off the edge. Link slouched to the floor in relief and quietly slinked out of needle-range, re-sheathing his own.
"…uh…" Mario stuttered before regaining his serious look. "We're going to need those needles."
/*\
Using a hair tie found on the floor of a nearby bathroom, the ten formed Captain Falcon's mock-trebuchet. And after confirming that the needles were safely wedged into a gap in the wood, Samus rolled into his sphere state and allowed himself to be loaded ("Watch the hands, buster.").
"And so I'm going to jump out of this at the last second and open the door?" Samus confirmed. His voice sounded contortioned when in this form…almost feminine.
"Yep!" Captain Falcon nodded.
"Alright, here we go," Mario stated, grabbing the end that required being pulled back. Most of the others pitched in as well, save for Kirby, who lacked the limbs needed for the job.
"One…two…THRE-HEEE!"
The band snapped back the instant they all let go, firing Samus upwards. Unfortunately, the force was too great; she instead rebounded off the handle at great speeds and knocked around the walls for a while like an out-of-control bullet.
"TAKE CO—" Ness was barreled over by the ball and couldn't finish his sentence due to lack of consciousness.
Samus finally stopped the process by jumping out, hitting the handle of a nearby door and rotating it as he slipped off. It clicked quietly and the door was propped open, the smashers audibly sighing in relief. If he had smashed a window or something, there wouldn't have been any other place to hide…
"Wrong door, but it'll work," Fox shrugged.
Link poked his head into the room, carefully observing what room they had unlocked. Items were strewn about the floor like a series of islands on a carpet sea, unrecognizable in the starlight that filtered through the small window on the wall. A desk with stacks of paper sat in one corner, evidently homework, and a bed was placed opposite of it—so the headboard was against the wall. A mattress was parallel to the bed, both occupied by sheets and the sleeping form of a certain duo of boys.
"It's Cress' room," Captain Falcon breathed, Ness dragged by him on the neck of his shirt.
"Not exactly who we were aiming for, but better," Fox muttered, investigating a nearby heap. At least the clothes were mostly focused in one pile, like a makeshift launder basket…
"So…mission accomplished?" Luigi asked.
The others shrugged.
Yoshi trotted up to the side of the desk, where the fingertip of a single white glove was visible. They were both kept up there, apparently, safe from any rodents. It was Marco's, seeing how it reflected the low light and was clean of the darker shade Cress' carried.
As he watched, it twitched.
The confused dinosaur wiped its hands over its eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Marco's glove, an inanimate object clearly not capable of anything on its own besides laying limp, had shivered slightly. But when he stared hard enough, he could make sure of it, and exclude the possibility that it was just a strange reflection or trick of the eye. It had moved.
And moved again.
Yoshi cautiously whined to the nearest smasher, Luigi.
"Hm? What is it, Yoshi?" Luigi asked.
He pointed to the glove firmly, casting Luigi's gaze to it. They both flinched when it slipped out of view, taking Cress' glove with it as it piggy-backed on top, and made a barely audible sound of cloth wiping on wood.
But it increased to something stranger; a chuckle. A human-like, very low, somewhat unnerving snuff of laughter.
"Did you hear that?" Fox hissed.
"I thought that was just me," Luigi whimpered.
Whoever was on the mattress turned over in his sleep, and a quick flash of smooth black told them it was Marco.
The glove leapt as well.
"WHOA!" Samus yelped as it dove towards him, middle fingers crossed like an airplane in a much-apparent attempt at dive bombing.
It levitated above them, not the least floppy and lifeless but filled and pulsing like it was an actual hand. A bit of a wrist, a ghostly and black one that faded off abruptly past the main joint, was visible from afar; it was much more visible up-close—when it was trying to maim them.
"AH! ATTACK OF THE GLOVE!" Luigi yelped when it stabbed at him, small red bursts of light showing upon contact. It finished with a final jab and sent him into a nearby pile.
"Hey! No one picks on MY brother and gets away with it!" Mario growled, forming a fireball in hand and pitching it at the wrist.
It made contact and erupted in a small blast of flames, the glove flipping around and facing him angrily.
"So it can be harmed!" Fox deducted as it went on hand-to-…hand combat with Mario. He quickly skidded up behind it, trademark speed coming into play, and shot several blasts.
Unexpectedly, the glove touched on the floor with two fingers, mimicking a person. It backpedaled and kicked at Fox, then went forward and tripped up Mario before finishing with a flick. Both smashers landed nearby, groaning slightly, as it turned to the group.
"Well?! Harm it!" Samus snapped, loading her canon.
A brawl ensued, the door snapping shut when a gust of knockback wind hit it. The glove was clearly beyond the fight-or-flight strategy the mice had used in the past, and was much more of a fight-and-fight-and-fight fighter. It used motions most people would normally use; snapping, poking, walking, slamming, slapping, and flicking, for instance. But they were all so much more hurtful, and the swerving turns of the hand made even basic attacks hard to land.
It was quickly evident that the same barrier Marco put up was in place, seeing how Link went limp after hitting it. It was also quickly evident that no matter how loud they screamed in pain or war-cry, neither brother would respond. It might have been because of the sheets they were buried under…
Samus managed to fire a shot into the black interior of the glove, and it froze mid-attack to cringe in much-apparent pain. Marco hissed through gritted teeth back where he was, and subconsciously gripped his right wrist, like he felt the pain of the glove…
"Hey!" Mario shouted above the sounds of battle. "You saw that, right?!"
"Saw wha—AUGH!" Fox yowled as he was flung through the barrier, falling into a lifeless pile of fabric.
"How Marco moved!" Mario elaborated. "Like this is his doing!"
"Why would—" Luigi cut himself off to duck under the glove's swipe. "Why would he do this?! He'd never take out Link OR Fox!"
"Maybe it's his subconscious?!" Samus suggested before jumping up in his morph ball to drop an explosive above the glove.
"How does that work?! It's a GLOVE!" Captain Falcon groaned. During his complaint, the glove raised itself and formed a claw-like pose. White beams of high energy blasted from the tips and moved as it shifted, unfortunately hitting the captain and knocking him out of bounds with a dying shout.
His toy form clattered on top of Ness, who happened to be finally waking up. He quickly yelped and flung the defeated form off himself, sighting the battle. "What the—what's going on?! Is that a glove?!" he asked through cupped hands.
"BATTLE, YES, GET ONE OF THE KIDS!" Samus hollered.
"Okay then!" Ness yelped, whipping around franticly. Marco was still locked in his apparent nightmare, one Ness wasn't sure he could pull him out of, which left him with simply Cress.
He ran over to the bed, jumping over Kirby's limp state on the way, and trying to keep out the attention-grabbing sounds of the duel. On the way inwardly complaining how he was always the one to be knocked out, highly unlikely since he wasn't even that tall of a smasher, and how he always had such a bad running speed.
He did, eventually, make it to Cress' side (unfortunately not fast enough for Donkey Kong, whose body was pitched out of the arena like a thrown baseball). Cress himself looked pretty drugged, and both the height difference and Ness' lack of volume would prevent him from actually getting him up. But if he didn't, Mario, Samus, and Yoshi would be doomed…then him, if that glove somehow escaped its boundaries.
"But still!" he growled to himself. "How am I going to reach him…?!"
"I'm still here!" Announcer chirped out of nowhere. To be honest, he had been hanging around the house unseen since the assignment to distract the adults, but the sheer paranoia at a disembodied glove attacking sent him into a bit of a holy-crab-we're-doomed self-rant. And since there wasn't anything better to do and waking up Cress might save them all…
"That's great!" Ness fist-pumped. "Can you wake up Cress?"
"Pfft, yea, what else am I going to do, announce him?" Announcer muttered sarcastically. A second thought hit him. "Wait a minute…"
"Don't mind me, I'll just go and find some cotton for my ears."
"Have fun with that…CRESS!"
"AUGH!" Cress shouted, jumping out of the mangled bedding. "WHAT IN THE—"
"HEY! GLOVE! ATTACKING! NOW!" Ness barked.
"What do you—WHAT IN THE—" Cress gaped as Yoshi let out a dying squeal. The unfortunate reptilian became splayed across the bedpost, leaving just the bounty hunter and plumber. The glove was beginning to show signs of defeat, patches ripped and edges flayed. But it was unknown if the two could take any more, either, both panting and sore from the beating.
Cress launched himself off the end of the bed and side-rammed into the desk's side, not paying attention to the bruise as he was too busy slipping on his own glove. It didn't show any signs of going haywire, or any sort of alike reason Marco's glove would have.
"I have literally no clue what's going on, but I think YOU need to stop acting so CRAZY!" Cress barked, firing a beam at the shield. It broke a split-second before Samus hit it, letting her get away with skidding the floor instead.
The glove whipped around and froze. It might have been the sight of Cress about to slap it, or maybe the alike glove he was holding, or maybe the whole situation altogether, but for whatever reason it froze and let Cress swat it into the wall.
It merely flattened against the wall, a few minor electric shocks racing across it before it fell limp onto the floor as nothing more than a harmless glove.
There's more, but I ought to cut if off here so your eyes don't burn away or something.
And I updated because TODAY IS SUCH AN EXCITING DAY! I got my New 3DS (the newest system, mind you) in the mail today, had it booted up, and now own the freedom to play Pokémon X and KI: U anytime I want! YUSSSSS!
Announcer: Good for you, good for you. The first thing on your list better be a Super Smash Bros. 3DS game…
It isssssssss, I promise, don't I LOOK like an SSB nerd to you? Anyway, BONUS NERD POINTS to anybody who picked up Cress' reference, Fox's reference, or understand what a Morph Ball is and the issue revealed on Game Theory (owned by MatPat) with it!
Announcer: So hey, getting a new system's nice and all, but why else won't you wipe that stupid grin off your mug?
*Massive smile plastered on face*…I'll give you a hint. *Lays arm across Announcer's shoulder in an "X, X everywhere" pose*. Somewhere out there…roughly one year ago…there's a thirteen-year-old.
Announcer: Okay…how are you doing that when I'm invisible—
And she's acting all hyper, grinning like a Rotom, and do you know what she says?
Announcer: Uh, no…
She's saying, "Gee, I can't wait to make a FanFiction account!"
Announcer: How would you know? Not everyone wants to write stuff about Nintendo—
"And I think I'll call myself Reevee21!"
Announcer: …wait…wait wait wait wait, wait. Wait. One year ago?
Mmmm-hmmm.
Announcer: A thirteen-year-old.
Mmmm-hmmm.
Announcer: …happy birthday, Reev.
Thank you. Thank you very much.