Alright, the Krabby O'Mondays can go here, the big 'ol network broadcast control studio can go up there...

Reevee21: Okay, Why are there people putting pennants in the Narration Platform?

For the big Renovations for our new Narration Platform, Blue Collar underlings, Food Court down below, an assortment of Tropes, you name it and we have full clout to pull 'em out. In fact, Reev, Percius, I would like to introduce you to Gary Sitterson and Steve Hadley who helped oversee the 2012 Sacrifice from the SouthEast American division of the Narrative Organization. You know, the one sacrifice that pretty much saved the world that year with the Viacom Executive Bloodbath. In-Universe, of Course!

Gary: How do you do.

And the Interns happen to be from a college camping trip, they were the intended sacrifices, but then Mr. Hadley woke up in a cold sweat and offered them the internship right on the spot and brought in the Viacronies instead. It actually satisfied the Ancient Ones for that year and the year after, true story! And for 2015, Solitary plus Ebola equals a realistic survival horror experience and in terms of sacrifices... Let's just say I can't wait to see the look on David Spade's face when he finds out there won't be a Grown-Ups 3!

Reevee21: Aha! Ahahahaa... Dark.

Hadley: Well, we've planned an executive producer's suite for you and Mr. DeeP DiSH, I think you'll like it.

Oh, that's right, I do internet reviews for a living...

Announcer: well, somebody has to remind you of your real-ish life obligations.

Says the guy who exists in a fictional realm beyond my reach when I spend my thursday sorting Laundry.

Announcer: Toushe...

Reevee21: Uh...so...how's your...day...been going?

Percy: Pretty well, pretty well. A friend of mine was claimed by their parent the other day.

Reevee21: That's cool! So, who was it? Aries, Apollo, some other greek deity's name that I can't remember...?

Percy: No, I mean by an actual mortal parent. They were a runaway.

Reevee21: Oh...yyyeeea, I've got nothing.

Gary: And they're ignoring us... Great...

Chapter Soundtrack

1-Sophisticated Gadget - Inspector Gadget
2-Longing - Madoka Magica
3-The Face Of Boe - Doctor Who
4-Boss Battle Song 1 - Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Chapter 14: Beauty

The group glanced at Chrom. He could tell who was who from thinking back to the Skype Chat that welcomed him into the world with open arms. He recalled the tall one as Kanji, the mature looking one as Takami, The kid with Glasses as Tedd, the brown haired dude as Elliot, the brown haired chick as Ellen, the interesting-looking girl as Nicole, the plain-looking girl, the boy with stripes on his hair was Harold, and the token black as Maria.

"Wait, I-Is that Chrom!" Maria freaked.

"Must be another trick the Chairs can do." Shrugged Machi.

"Really? I never would've guessed..." remarked Kanji.

"Where am I?" asked Chrom.

"Well, guess the Jig's up..." sighed Elliot, "Welcome to the Cockpit."

"How'd you get here?!" asked Harold, "Shell, How'd We Get here?! The Next Pilot hasn't even been chosen yet!"

"You were sitting in your chair thinking about Zearth too, weren't you?" replied Machi.

"...I was thinking about that Black Behemoth, yes." muttered Chrom before declaring in anticipation; "But I was also wondering what secrets were Daichi Hiding from me!"

"It seems just by thinking about MZ transfers us here, using our chairs as an intermediary to get from place to place."

"What do you mean 'get from place to place'?" demanded Chrom.

"How do you think Komo here was able to get to Mr. sleepyhead here straight from San Fransokyo?" added Nicole .

"Wait, that's how she showed up?" piped Harold finally. "That is so awesome! I can't wait to tell Marco and the oth-"

"Hold on, slugger..." Machi grabbed Harold by the collar, "I don't think we should tell the others just yet..."

"Aww... C'mon, Machi!" complained Harold. "This thing can definitely make our skype chats a thing of the past, y'know. Think about the commutes we could streamline and everything!"

"But think of the ways this could be abused!" Machi rebutted.

"Can't I at least try it for myself? I think I left my Backpack with Grace." Harold sighed...

"...Alright, but keep this a secret until we encounter an actual emergency." Machi declared, before remembering the big plush elephant in the room, "And no, Chrom's change in size isn't an emergency worth noting."

"Aaaaawww..."

Sora is walking home from his afterschool activities, conversing with Riku, Kairi and Naminé. They have had a long day of their respective cliques of Study Hall (To Sora's discomfort), Kendo, Chemistry, and Art.

"Man, that test was broken, am I right?" complained Sora.

"Only because you didn't even bother to study up on it." Riku snarked.

"Hey, I'll have you know I re-read Fahrenheit 451 yesterday." Sora declared.

"More like you skimmed it," Kairi snarked.

"Hey, Buzz off my case, Kairi." Sora barked back.

"Well, Maybe if you actually put in an effort in reading instead of playing video games or watching TV-" Kairi was then squirted with Soda, resulting in some playful roughhousing as Naminé stood there and watched her friend go at it with a plethora of random objects.

"Some things never change, do they?" sighed Naminé.

1

A whistle sounds and a man in a darkish-gray trenchcoat stepped forward and Declared "Stop right where you are, kids. I have some questions to ask you."

The four freeze in their tracks at that moment, curious about the odd man in the picture.

"...what."

"I represent the Strategic Homeland Investigation Enforcement and Logistics Division on the subject of the recent Giant Robot battles that have ensued as of late,"

"Well look harder for answers," Riku growled, "We're not the ones you want."

"Then who is the one I want, exactly?" the man in the curious coat questioned.

"Try our english teacher, he may know a little something." Sora redirected out of sheer spite for his teacher.

"Well, the educational system has been hit with budget cuts quite a bit as of late." The gullable inspector pondered, "Who's to say the man isn't constructing big bots for Dr Claw..."

"Riiiight..." sneered Naminé who started pushing away the clueless private eye to the school, "Just go on your merry way and we'll be minding our own business."

"Oh, uh... Thank you!" waved the man in the trenchcoat as he ran to catch the 'culprit'. Naminé and Kairi giggling all the way, topping it off with hi-fives for women, fist bumps for men, and the thought of emberrassment the man in the trenchcoat would probably feel upon learning of their fruity little lie.

Junko Kaname was sleeping on the floor in her drunken stupor as Hiro Hamada stared awkwardly at her. Elder brother Tadashi was not doing much better with a Drunk Aqua slurring her words around an entire audience to an underground bot fighting arena (don't ask.) which can kill her, if not for the fact that her death has been written in stone.

"Hey..." Hiro waved.

"Hey." spoke Tadashi in a flat, irritated tone.

"One shall stand and one shall break...break-breakdance, here we gooooo-hooooooooo..." as you can see, Aqua's unable to be responsible when she winds up drinking the stuff.

"So...how'd you find me?" Hiro shyly asked.

"You forgot to close your web browser again." reminded Tadashi.

"...so you showed up, cause I left the web browser open." Hiro recapped "Glad to see we're stuck here for the same reason."

"WAFFLES! I, uh, I thinks it's from Invader Zim or something..." slurred Aqua.

"Help Meeeeeee!" cried Tadashi in a hammy manner that would make Zim blush.

2

Meanwhile, In the waiting room, Ninten has arrived to pick up the women in his life. Beside him was a woman with Slender, fair skin, frizzy brown hair, green eyes, black shirt, blue jeans and black tennis shoes. She glares at Ninten curiously until slumping in defeat upon seeing the wedding ring.

"What's gotten you so upset?" asked Ninten.

"My nephews have run into some trouble with a bunch of lawbreaking bot fighters," spoke Cass, hiding her disappointment under the real reason she was there, "And now, here I am, closing my shop early to pick them up on beat poetry night!"

"Legal Hot Water, eh?" chuckled Ninten, "Funny thing, that's what brought my wife and daughter here, too."

"Well, at least we have one thing in common..." the woman sighed, before Ninten says... exactly what she says at the exact moment she says it.

"We're both stuck with jobs and families to juggle."

The two laughed upon noticing how relatable they were before the two introduced each other with the shaking of hands.

"Ninten Waku."

"Cassidy Hamada."

It was a long drive home for Ninten, it was bad enough that his wife was in her usual post-happy hour stupor, now Aqua's been touched by the 'wonders' of Alcohol... But at least he could find a way to squeeze a reaction out of Takashi.

If he could get Takashi out of his room, that is...

There they stood, King and Princess, Face to Face on the low table in the living room, awaiting a conversation. "So, our memories will last as long as the bodies Daichi sparked for us, huh?"

"Yeah... There's also this chick named Sarah, She isn't important right now, she's toast." Bowser recapped. "Anywho, I want to prove myself to you that...that I ain't the same beast who would kidnap ya on a regular basis!"

3

"You think so?" Peach glared, "Well, where were you when that so-called Hero of Twilight Drove his Sword through Mario's Chest!"

"I watched with Joy until the impalement, Alright!" Bowser barked, "I just... didn't expect him to actually go through with it, y'know..."

"So what you're saying is that you miss him, too?" sighed the maiden of the Toadstool "I miss him, the same way I miss my family. He's-"

"Do you want to talk about it or not?" roared Bowser.

"Well, not with that additude you're not!" sneered Peach, "And since they think the only thing we know is fighting, we may as well do just that instead."

"Count me in!"

4

And with that, the battle was on. Bowser made the first move by sliding on his belly to spin spike the princess, but Peach retaliated with a turnip to the noggin. A slap to the face and and a hit with a parasol was all Peach could get out of her rebound before Bowser unleashed his Bowser Bomb for her to Dodge, leaving the Koopa King open for the Toadstool heiress to grab him by the shoulderblade and proceeded to kick him in the shin several times in a row before tossing him behind her for a Peach Bomber to knock back the shelled Dragon-Dinosaur...er, thing.

While all of this was happening, the noise from the battle was building up to the point where it would wake the dead, or at least one of the children of the household. Daichi struggled to remain asleep to be prepared for his job as a paperboy working for his uncle, but something had to give and he had to know what was going on...

Peach juggled the Koopa king into the air and then slammed him into Yoshi's seat cushion. "Had enough?"

"Please, I was just getting started!" sneered Bowser as he went all out with his spinning shell attacks, piercing the princess' body in quite a few spots. Of course, being the sturdy Smashers they are, they obviously can't receive anything from their kind besides some bruises and temporarily dislocated bones. But that doesn't stop the blasted King from trying, going as far as to repeatedly bash his head against the part-time damsel-in-distress the moment he had her in his grip before tossing her off the table. Through some miracle, Peach takes hold of the ledge of the table and gets up, hungry for more. The two dashed at one another before Daichi stepped in and saw the brawling warriors together in his living room.

"Uh... This is..." Peach stammered before realizing that the goose has been done well cooked. "Exactly what it looks like... :("

Chrom explained to Daichi what happened to them that night, from the awakening to the burning table. Daichi showed concern for these new 'Smashers'

"Nicole's gonna flip when she sees 'em walking and talking like this..." sighed Daichi.

"I think I might have a solution to our problem..." stated Chrom as he whispered his plan to the young lad.

"Smash Bros.? You can't be serious!" Daichi pleaded as Chrom shook his head saying: "Okaratsu and I will lend a hand during the battle, We won't let you perish so easily."

"Easy for you to say," chuckled Daichi. "In fact, you might be lucky to have me around..."

"What do you mean?"

"I know this guy somewhere who can help." Daichi sighed, "He has my things waiting for me back at his place."

"Is it that Marco person I saw in the skype chat?" asked the man in the white cloak.

"Of course... he's part of the Dev Room."

Hmm... What's Daichi planning, I wonder... Maybe it has something to do with the costumes Marco had sparked in the previous chapter?

Reevee21: HECK YEA, costume changes! My second-favorite angel was inspired by one of those! And hoi boi, looks like our Ylissean friend will be encountering Marco pretty soon...I can't spell Ylisse without looking it up I'M A FIRE EMBLEM FAILURE -

Bonus Nerd Points to those who can guess who wrote the aforementioned Fahrenheit 451 novel! I think you should know him from your high school literature class.