Day two of this weird write a story a day thing. Did I even bother putting on an authors note last night? I dunno. I had tons of homework and it was late. Wait. Homework. Okay, um, no, I'm not revealing the "secret" yet, and I hope the ending is sad enough for you all who came for happy fun times! Yay! If it touches you at all, please leave a review, I've got like, four reviews so far, so thanks for that I guess? Wow, long sentence.

Luigi was, to say the least, a little tired. Third time this week! Seriously, first Micheal Jackson and his army of disco rabies raccoons, then King Arthur and his zombie warriors (which shot lasers out of their eyes.) and now Obama. Goddamnit.

He sighed, exhausted. He logged out of Smashlr, and, because he had no life, logged into Smashbook. He scrolled through his feed, Bowser had kidnapped peach once again, Little Mac was pregnant, and Mario had laughed for about 50 more comments.

Mario was weird. So weird, Luigi thought, as he put down his Barbie laptop and lay down on his sparkly pink bed. So weird. He was leaving his room and bumped into Samus.

"Hey Luigi, is it okay with you if I come in?" She asked, but the question was obviously ignored as she began to come in.

"Wait! I just have to tidy up a bit." He proclaimed, and promptly slammed the door in her face. He flipped over his covers, revealing a dark black underside, hid his laptop, and closed his multiple covers of dolls.

"Sorry." He said, opening the door once again. "I was just contemplating the cruel inevitability of death. What did you want?"

"Exactly that, actually. I've been, to be completely honest, cripplingly horribly, morosely, tear jerkingly sad lately."

"Well, when you put it like that, it doesn't seem so bad. Come in." He beckoned, his little comment bringing the faintest of smiles to her lips. "So, what's got you down." He said, in his best old dad kind of voice.

"I'd rather not divulge in that, plus I think you may already know why."

"So what did you want to ask?" He asked.

"You seem to be the only person here that isn't ridiculously happy 100% of the time. I just kind of want to speak to someone like minded for once. Mac sand all that, are great, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to talk to them right now."

"So what? Want me to sign you up for Smashlr? I'm sure you'll be able to find... One or two good people on there."

"No, I think I'll be alright, thanks."

"So what? Not to be rude or anything." He questioned.

"Just wanted to know if you have any, you know, like coping techniques?" She pondered, the idea just occurring to her.

"Well, um, some people like to surround themselves with happy things like dolls." She looked at him questioningly. "Not that I've done anything like that before." He covered up.

"Anything else?" She insisted.

"Not off the top of my head, but I'll message you a couple of links to useful websites. I mean, if that helps?"

"Yeah, that'd be great... Thanks." She concluded.

"Anything else?"

"One more thing, actually." She started to say something else, but trailed off.

"What? You can tell me. You were in 64 as well, not one of us doesn't know the other like the backs of our hands."

"Nothing, just this random math question I just figured it out."

"Cool." Luigi stated, unable to think of anything.

"Right. Anyway, was there some kind of fight going on outside before? I swear I heard, maybe lizards?"

"Funny story, actually, you see..."

"Thanks for letting me hang out with you for a while. It really helped."

"You're welcome. And, please you'd love Smashlr, you'd definitely get along with them. And, thanks for telling me that little secret."

"It means a lot to me, and I haven't even told Mac and that about it yet, so, yeah." Samus finished, and Luigi closed the door

"Some people are just... So devoid of sadness." She said to no one in particular.

Mario lay awake, plagued more than anyone with the hateful thoughts of Sony and Microsoft fanboys.

He looked at his clock 12:05

He stood up, and grabbed a gun. He walked over to the window and looked over the island, reassuring himself that he would do anything to save these people.

A random item dropped to the floor, causing a loud bang.

Anything.

Little Mac ran the length of the island, tears flowing from his eyes.

"You can't outrun the truth." He heard in his ears, and spead up, his memories flashing back to the man who had told him this.

He missed his parents so much, he barely knew them.

In the training room, lucina flung her sword wildly at the training bag, choking back tears.

She thought back to the horrible alternate reality, watching her best friends lives being ripped apart by death and suffering, even after being brought up in the castle.

She thought back to that horrible moment, when she was so close to death, and the pure relief she felt when she was zapped back to the past. And the grief when she realised she'd left everything but her sword and closest friends behind, never to return to.

Out of the shadows surrounding her, a hand touched on her shoulder.

Shulk stood strong for his friends and lucina, but was eternally tortured by the timelines that could be, watching everyone he knew dying, dying, always.

You're wrong.

Samus heard.

You're one of... Them? That's so weird.

You shouldn't even be allowed into society.

Then she thought back to when she'd admitted it Luigi, and how he'd accepted her. And... And Snake.

You're wrong. This time, this was her saying it to the others.

To the people that hated her.

She was amazing

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Samus: Some people may not even know the meaning of the word sadness.

At 12:05, in the Smash Mansion

Little Mac: It's a blessing and a curse. Actually more of a blessing. I'm just glad I myself have nothing to be sad about.

Shulk: Yeah, right, Lucina?

Lucina: Exactly.