After some brief introductions were exchanged, the tour officially began. Master Hand had left them to go take care of some business regarding the upcoming tournament. Mario, being the friendly guy that he was, took the lead and showed the newcomers around, explaining as he did. Occasionally, Lucario would throw in a comment or two, but for the most part he kept silent. He found it odd when Master Hand had approached him with this job. After all, he wasn't exactly the most talkative person in the mansion. Still, he agreed to it. It wasn't too bad, though he did wonder why some of the newcomers kept giving him confused looks...

"Next up..." Mario announced as he pushed open the double doors. "We have the mansion's kitchen," The kitchen was decently sized and had a fair amount of utensils, though it hardly seemed enough to keep the whole place fed. "This isn't the main kitchen used for group meals, that one's a lot more fancy as you can imagine. This one's more for people who just want to fix themselves something."

"Looks like somebody's doing just that, huh?" Villager noted, pointing over to the open fridge.

Mario only spared it a glance before continuing. "You're free to eat whatever's here, just be sure... not to..." he snapped his head back to the fridge. "K-Kirby?! What are you doing?!"

Kirby briefly stopped raiding the fridge. "Ha?" Dozens of plates of food were balanced (very impressively) on his head(?). "Diggin' through the fridge," he said simply. "Lotsa good stuff in here!"

Lucario held back a sigh as Mario rushed to stop the ravenous puffball from eating them out of house and home. Kirby's stunts happened often enough that they became very tiring very fast.

"Look, Kirby..." Mario started, exasperation clear in his voice. "I know you know there's a limit to how much food you can take. Remember what Master Hand said?"

"He said, 'Only take enough to satisfy you'," Kirby tried to say in a deep voice but it still somehow came out as high pitched. He assessed the tower of food on his head. "I'm looking at this food, but it's not looking very satisfying..."

Sensing Mario's frustration, as well as Wii Fit Trainer's horror at the amount of food he was about to gobble down, Lucario moved to step in when Rosalina elegantly passed in front of him, her Luma trailing behind her. Everything was silent a she knelt down in front of Kirby.

"Little one, I have an offer for you. Do you see this?" she held out her hand and in a small white flash of sparks, a golden, candy like object appeared in it.

Kirby's eyes lit up upon seeing it. "Ooh... What's that?"

"This is called a Star Bit. It's a favorite treat among the Lumas. Isn't that right?" Her Luma squeaked happily and nodded in agreement.

"Can I try it? Can I try it?" Kirby, asked, bouncing on his heels. The plates on his head clattered around but surprisingly stayed in place.

"Of course you can," she offered the Star Bit to him. "Here."

The little puffball didn't need to be told twice. He took the Star Bit and downed it in a single gulp. Afterwards, he patted his stomach and hummed contently. "That was delicious! Do you have anymore?"

"Not right now, but..." she daintily raised her index finger, gaining Kirby's full attention. "I promise I'll have more later today. I can give you some after dinner, but only if you put away all of that food. It wouldn't do any good to spoil your appetite. Well, how's that sound?"

Kirby's eyes flashed rapidly from the stack of food to Rosalina. "Uh.. H-Hmm..." He tightly closed his eyes in deep thought. After a few moments, they snapped back open, as bright as ever. "Okay! Sounds good! I'll just put everything away..."

Lucario and Mario watched in silent awe as Kirby carefully placed all of the food back in the fridge before skipping out of the kitchen. No one had ever been able to reason with Kirby that easily.

"She's a pretty cheerful little thing, isn't she?" Villager said as soon as Kirby left.

"...Kirby's male," Lucario corrected after he regained his composure.

While Villager flinched and fumbled out multiple apologies (no one was sure exactly who he was apologizing to), the Wii Fit Trainer held a hand to her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "It was a good thing you stepped in when you did, Rosalina," she said. "I can't imagine what would have happened to his metabolism if he ate all that food at once..."

"Yeah. I don't know how you did it," Mario told Rosalina, "But thanks. It can be impossible to get through to him sometimes."

Rosalina smiled. "I always did have a way with the younger ones."

It was then Lucario realized something was amiss. Kirby had distracted him for a few minutes, and in that time he lost track of Little Mac's aura. A quick scan showed Mega Man was missing as well.

"Say... Aren't we missing some people?" Villager said, voicing Lucario's thoughts.

"I felt Little Mac's presence up until a few minutes ago. He must have broke off from us right before we entered the kitchen. As for Mega Man..." Lucario shook his head. "He's inorganic. He doesn't produce an aura. I know I saw him with us when we were in the teleporter room at the very least."

"And what about Gruh... Green..." Villager stumbled. "Um... The other one?"

Lucario stared at him for a long moment. "...What other one?"

With a hefty sigh, Greninja dragged his feet through the mansion's winding corridors. He didn't quite know what happened. One moment he was enjoying a tour of the PokeDome, a large spherical shaped building where all of the Pokeball Pokemon were kept and cared for, talking to a very despondent Gogoat. The next thing he knew, the others had all but vanished. He called out vainly for them for a few minutes, he vaguely remembered the Gogoat letting out a semi amused snort before slowly trotting off, though it became clear that they had moved on without him.

A crash followed by a soft curse in a nearby room caught his attention. He got into a crouch out of habit and stealthily pushed the door open a tinge, just enough for him to see. A blue avian fellow in a white jacket and brown trousers was currently trying to right a fallen lamp, mumbling angrily to himself all the while.

After fixing it, the bird dusted his hands off and surveyed the room. "Feh. Course it ain't in here. Knowin' my luck, some idiot probably already snatched it up..."

His name escaped him at the moment, but Greninja was sure he recognized him as one of the Smashers. He was certainly bound to know this place better than he would. "Ah, pardon me, sir," Greninja pushed the door open fully. The bird tilted his head over to him in acknowledgment. "I'm, Greninja, one of the new fighters. I've seem to have gotten a bit lost, you see."

"New fighter? Oh yeah, they were doing that tour thing today..." he glanced around on the floor for a few moments, a troubled look on his face, before looking at him again. "Look, love to help you and all, but I've lost something important and I need to find it pronto. Head down to the lobby or something... You know where that is, right? You can probably find someone to help you there." He brushed past him and headed down the hallway.

Forgetting about his own problem for a moment, Greninja called out to him. "Could I ask what it is you lost, exactly?"

The bird threw him a smirk over his shoulder and reached into his pocket. His feathered hand came out in a hole at the end of it. "And of course, the keys to my Landmaster happened to be in there," The smirk was replaced with an annoyed sigh. "If some chucklehead finds them and takes the thing for a joy ride, the blame's gonna be pinned on me."

"If you'd like, I could help you search for them," Greninja offered.

"Don't you have some group you need to be rejoining?"

"I think this would be an equally well way to get acquainted with the area. If you'd let me help you that is, sir."

"Heh. You're not too bad. I'd appreciate it. But cut it out with the 'sir' thing. The name's Falco."

When they were only a few minutes away from the mansion, Little Mac had spotted a wooden stand set up along the trail from his window. He only caught a glimpse of the person manning it and completely missed what it was they were selling. He didn't know why that stand stuck out to him so much. In a way, it felt as if it were calling to him. The tour was proving to be a bit boring, there was nothing said that he wouldn't have been able to find out on his own anyway, so when the rest of the group got distracted by some fuss in the kitchen, he took opportunity to break off from them. Might as well check it out, he thought.

A fifteen minute walk found him back at the stand. The appearance of the man in charge was simple in every sense of the word. His hair was black and he wore a red shirt and black pants. That... Was pretty much all there was to say about him.

"Nothing but the highest quality chocolates here!" he called to the empty plains. "They even have the Official Mii Seal of Quality! They are just oozing quality over here! Come get them before they're all gone!"

The stand was selling chocolates. No wonder he felt compelled to check it out. It was probably Doc Louis somehow sending him telepathic messages. Well, he already came this far...

"Welcome!" the Mii greeted him. "How many chocolates would you like to buy? Only $1.50 each!"

"I'll buy one, I suppose," Little Mac fumbled through his wallet. The boxing gloves on his hands kept getting in his way but he refused to take them off. He failed to notice the Mii staring at him in shock.

"...Excuse me, but did you say you wanted one?" he asked.

Little Mac looked up at him. "...Yeah?"

The Mii sighed and leaned over his stand. "...Listen, I don't think you understand what kind of a deal this is. I'm selling these things for a dollar fifty a pop. That's ridiculous! And you say you only want... one?"

"Yeah, I'm only buying one for my coach. He's a big fan of the stuff."

"And if your coach was here, he'd see that this isn't any ordinary chocolate, kid. Look at this." The Mii waved one of the chocolate bars around. "This is one of a kind, top of the line stuff here. You're not going to find chocolate like this anywhere else. Nowhere. Not even on the internet."

Little Mac rubbed his chin, unsure. "Uh..."

"D'you know why I set up shop out here in the middle of nowhere?" he asked. "I used to have this stand set up in Smashville. Lotta business there. Thing is, I got too much business. My goods would sell out in a manner of seconds. And when you can't keep up with demand, customers get angry, y'know? So I had to move shop out here in the boonies. And lucky you happens to stumble across my stand of legendary, premium chocolates. And you say you only want to buy one?! If you stumbled upon El Dorado, would you only take one bar of gold? No. You'd take as many as your boxing glove bearing hands could hold. And you know what? This stand here is basically the chocolate equivalent to El Dorado. Would that be El Chocolato? Actually, no, I don't care. What I'm trying to say is this is like winning the chocolate lott- "

"Hey!" Little Mac cut him off. "Like I said, I'm only buying one for my mentor. I don't actually eat the stuff."

The Mii rolled his eyes. "Oh for the love of... You don't have to eat it," he said as if the very notion of eating chocolate was absurd. "I'm having a sale here. $1.50 is an absolute bargain. The market value for this chocolate is easily ten times that. This is chocolate gold."

Little Mac's eyes widened. "T-Ten..."

"I see you're finally starting to understand," the Mii smiled. He ducked under his stand and pulled out two boxes full of chocolate. "If you buy these in bulk, you could resell them for a nice profit. Well, that's what I'd do in your shoes anyway. So I'll ask again... How many would you like to buy?"

After finding out they were missing a few members, the boy, Villager, had set out immediately to find them. Wii Fit Trainer followed his lead and searched on her own. When she thought about it, neither of them had actually asked permission from their tour guides to do so, but it was too late to change that now. Mostly because she was lost herself.

She remembered Mario telling them a story about how a man named Roy got lost in the mansion's halls for two weeks straight. When he finally showed up again, he stated he lived off of cobwebs and leaky water pipes and swore he came across the remains of someone's skeleton. No one was ever able to confirm this.

"I hope I'm not next..." she murmured worriedly. To her relief, she eventually found her way back to the main lobby, only to find a sight more terrifying than withered old skeletons.

A dinosaur with a hunched back walked by, humming bum-bum bum-bum as he approached the main doors. Even worse, a fearsome turtle-like monster with a spiked shell paced and forth, slouching as he did.

She brought her hands to her mouth. "Oh my!"

"Gruh? Keep it down over there!" the turtle monster roared at her. "Can't you see I'm busy?" He folded his arms and went back to concentrating. "What if I try taking her castle again this time? But I moved it to the sky, even to the center of the universe, and that darn plumber still finds a way to it... Maybe another dimension?"

"Yoshi!" the much friendlier dinosaur waved to her. "You're new! Nice to meet you!"

"Oh... Hello. Sorry, I just couldn't help but notice your postures. They're..." They were both looking at her now. She tried to find a polite way to say it. "... Absolutely terrible."

The turtle monster looked at her as if she sprouted a second head."'Posture?' Do you know who you're talking to, lady? The name's Bowser, King of Koopas! Do you think I care about 'posture?'"

"But the way you carry yourself now can't be good for your health. Posture like can take a heavy toll on your organs, and I can't begin to imagine the strain that's being put on your spine..."

Bowser snorted. "Oh great. Just what we need. A health nut. Listen, why don't you take your whacko ramblings to Greenie over there. I'm done here." He started to lumber off. Yoshi watched, occasionally sending concerned glances over his shoulder.

"And not just that," Wii Fit Trainer continued, "I imagine improving your posture will also improve your fighting abilities."

Bowser stopped in his tracks. "...Improve my fighting abilities, you say?" He turned to her. "Will it help me defeat Mario?"

"Well..." she considered this. "It would definitely improve your chances..."

"Grah ha ha! That's all I need to hear!" Bowser guffawed before stomping over to her. "From this moment on, I'm enlisting you as one of my minions!"

"I want to improve my posture, too!" Yoshi announced. He hurriedly joined the Koopa King's side. "I also want to fight better, too! And I don't want bad stuff happening to my back or organs... Especially my stomach!" He looked horrified at the thought.

"Don't worry," Wii Fit Trainer smiled. "I'll help both of you."

"What's your name, lady?" Bowser asked.

"Oh, me? Everyone calls me the Wii Fit Trainer."

"'The Wii Fit Trainer?' That's a mouthful. Shorten it down a bit!"

"Oh..." she thought for a moment. "Well, how about Miss Trainer?"

"Shorter!"

"Miss T! Miss T!" Yoshi offered in his cheerful way.

"Whatever," Bowser finally agreed. "Now get to work, minion."

"Okay," Miss T took a deep breath and got into the Tree position. "First, let's start with some basic yoga positions. Follow my lead."

In truth, Mega Man enjoyed the peace that had fallen over his fair world. It had been a long time since he saw any action, true, but it had been equally long since he last saw destruction. But the part of him, the part that was remodeled to fight and defend, felt unneeded as a result. It was a conflicting feeling, and one he'd hope would pass over time.

So when one day an invitation to one of the most prestigious fighting tournaments ever hosted arrived for him, he had wanted to turn it down. He was built to keep peace, he reasoned. When he fought, it was for peace. It was only by Roll's and Dr. Light's, the man he considered his father, encouragement that he accepted.

"I think this may be just what you need, Rock," Dr. Light had said. If that's what his father thought, than he figured he should give it a chance. It still felt strange that he would be fighting for, all things considered, fun.

He had stayed in the darkness of the teleporter room for awhile, thinking. The group had moved on, he was fully aware of that, but it didn't concern him too much. What concerned him now was whether or not he made the right choice. Was his place really here? He eyed up the cylindrical teleporters lined up on either side of him, eight on each side. They were apparently being refurbished and reprogrammed for the new tournament, though during his time there he noted that none of them led to anywhere but the stages. A bit disappointing. It would have been nice to have an easy access to his home.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a spark flash between two of the teleporters. He left to investigate and ended up finding a white robot tending to some wires in the wall. Not wanting to get in the way, Mega Man turned to regroup with the others when the robot noticed him.

"Greetings, Mega Man." It's voice, unlike his own, was completely mechanical.

He was a little shocked that it knew his name. "Hello. Ahh... I don't think we've meet before."

"I am Robotic Operating Buddy. You may refer to me as R.O.B.. I assist Master Hand with any tournament related issues and maintain all of the mansions machinery and electronics," The way he said it reminded Mega Man of someone reading off of a script.

"So you're in charge of the teleporters as well?"

"Affirmative," R.O.B. inspected his work for a moment before shutting the panel of wires. Once he did, the room buzzed to life. Blue streams of light ran through lines in the walls and floor and the teleporters glowed with white light, casting away the darkness. "Maintenance complete. The teleporters are now fully operational."

Mega Man was so busy taking in the sights for a second time that he almost didn't notice R.O.B. hover past him. "Is Master Hand your creator? You seem to help him out with a lot of things."

The fellow robot paused. "...No. I do not remember who my creator was or what my purpose was. One day, I, as well as hundreds of others of my build, were activated in an abandoned laboratory upon a floating island. There were no traces as to why we were built or by who. Despite that, we lived something of a life there. But that was a long time ago."

Though it was hard to tell, Mega Man thought the robot seemed almost melancholic as he spoke. For a moment, he thought it was because of his missing memory of his creation, no robot was built without a purpose after all, but for some reason that idea didn't seem to fit.

As if reading the question on his face, R.O.B. continued, "A great terror fell upon this land, and I the direct cause of it. War spread. Once all of the fighting was done, my home was destroyed, and I found I was the only one of my 'kind' who survived. I returned home for a time, but the floating island carried too many memories for me. I sought a new purpose and soon found myself enlisting as a participant in Master Hand's tournament."

"Why?" Mega Man immediately asked. "Why would you choose to keep fighting when you lost so much because of it?"

R.O.B. considered his question. "I had not thought of it that way before. It is true that I lost much in that war a few years ago, but... I believe the fighting that takes place here is of a different kind."

Greninja quickly found out that Falco's keys were not the only thing missing in the mansion. After he broke off from Falco to cover more ground, he ran into a distressed looking princess.

"This isn't good..." Princess Peach had told him. "I have a match coming up in less than an hour, and I can find my parasol anywhere! I don't know how I'll fight without it..."

Just as he did with Falco, Greninja promised he'd keep an eye out for it and continued his search. It was not long later that he ran into a chubby Italian man reeking of garlic.

"If someone thinks they can just go and steal Wario's bike..." he growled through gritted teeth. "They've got another think coming!"

Holding his nose, Greninja gave him the same promise, if only to get away from him.

The case of 'just a few missing things' soon burst into an epidemic.

"You haven't happened to see my hat anywhere, have you? It's green... Has an 'L' on it... N-No, it doesn't stand for loser..."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Greninja. I'm trying to find my friend, Rope Snake. I hope he hasn't gotten insecure about his jaw again and slithered off into a hole somewhere..."

"We haven't been able to find that hammer anywhere. I think Nana must have dropped it in a volcano this time or something. She's clumsy like that."

"Yeah, well, screw you too, Popo."

Exhausted, Greninja plopped down on the steps in front of the mansion, next to a weary looking angel. "...Did something of yours get stolen too?"

"Just my sense of security," the angel replied.

Greninja decided there was no helping him there.

"There you are, Greninja!" Greninja looked up to see Villager trotting over to him, covered in flower petals. "Were have you been? Everyone's been worried about you!"

So they did remember him! It was almost enough to leave him all choked up. "I.. I'm sorry to have caused you any troubles," he said, bowing. "I got caught up in other matters. But if I may ask, where exactly have you been searching?"

Villager took notice of the petals clinging to him and began to brush them off. "Oh here, there, everywhere. It was pretty fun! I found a lot of neat things laying around, and did you know they had a huge garden back there? There were so many bugs! I got distracted trying to catch them all. There was this big red, metallic looking one with pincers for hands, twice as tall as I was! I'm going to need a bigger net!" Villager went on ecstatically, but Greninja only hung on to one thing he said.

"...Pardon, but did you say you found something?"

"And then I saw a..." Villager snapped out of his reverie. "Huh? Yeah. When I was looking for you, I saw some things laying around outside and decided to pick them up," he reached into his pocket... And pulled out a whole ball of items. Greninja saw a handle of a pink parasol sticking out of it, a green cap, a wooden mallet, a confused looking red snake, as well several other things that undoubtingly belonged to someone. Oh, and several species of butterfly.

"V-Villager... Those items..."

The boy tilted his head. "What about them?" After hearing Greninja's explanation, he dropped the ball of items as if they had burned him. "Wh-What!? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to steal them, honest! I just have this compulsive urge to pick stuff up!"

Nodding, Greninja sorted through the items. "I'm sure the others will understand once we explain the situation." Most of what had been reported missing was there... Except... "You wouldn't have happened upon any keys, have you?"

"Keys? Yeah, I did find some... But I dropped them," he reached into his pocket and pulled out giant yellow motorcycle, "To make room for this!"

Greninja's jaw dropped.

Down the road, Little Mac came trotting up toting a mountain of chocolate bars in his arms. "Hey guys! What'd I miss?"

The day winded to an end. The newcomers were free to stay at the mansion and settle in despite the tournament not starting for another few months yet. Master Hand had heard of the exploits of the day, most notably the group getting lost, some scene in the lobby involving Bowser knocking a few holes in the walls trying to do yoga, and Little Mac somehow getting conned into buying 300 dollars worth of overpriced one dollar candy bars.

Not a bad day in his mind.

"Now all that's left to do is to send out some more of these invitations." He glanced over to a small pile of envelopes, each closed with a red seal, that lay on his desk. "...Hmm. Will that be a sufficient amount? It seems like less than I normally send... But who else is there?" As soon as he said that, a strange idea came to him.

"That Mii fellow who was wandering around... Hmm... I wonder..."

Now that life has finally stopped punching my free time in the face, I can get back to writing. ...Bleh, I don't know if I like how this on turned out...

I don't know why I made that Mii a shady haggler. It just happened. But if I were him, I'd stay far away from Little Mac. Very far away. And Villager's kind of a kleptomaniac... Well, at least he's not a maniac maniac, right? Still don't really have a name for him... I might just keep it Villager I guess. Speaking of names...'Miss T.' was suggested by Sepron, and I grew rather fond of it. Oh, and for the record... Mega Man gave me hell. I had no idea what to write for him for the longest time, believe me, and I still don't quite like how it ended up.

Hijack Attack: Ahhh, you caught me. In Pokemon Y, I actually named my Froakie 'Dororo'. It was the best.

Now with that all said and done...I wonder what happened to the keys to Falco's Landmaster? Oh well. I guess we'll never kn-

"Huh?" Pit jumped after accidentally kicking something. He caught a flash of silver before it clattered underneath a low hanging table. "I wonder what that was..." Lying flat against the ground, he reached his hand out and blindly felt around under the table. "Let's see here... Ew... Don't want to know what that was.. Wait... Aha! Gotcha!" He pulled his hand back and discovered that the object he kicked was a set of keys. Pit scratched his head. "Huh. Wonder what these are for..."

...

...

...Oh.