Cerulean orbs gazed at the shadowy, midnight-blue ceiling as the sound of a clock ticked and tocked soothingly. However, the soft yet repetitive sound was futile in lulling Marth to sleep. With a soft sigh, Marth tossed in his bed and looked at Roy, who seemed to be asleep.
Marth tried every technique he knew in order to fast asleep, but it was one of those moments when the brain refuses to rest your body after a tiring day. Counting to a hundred, not thinking about anything, and even sarcastically telling himself that he did not need sleep failed to make Marth drowsy. Marth then tried to count Skiddos leaping over a fence.
Nope. It did not work a bit.
How about pretending to be stranded on an island?
Repeat.
Slow breathing?
Rinse and repeat.
Marth pouted and grumbled to himself. Yes, he felt the exhaustion in his heavy eyes lips and his light-headed mind. But for a strange reason, his brain decided to hold onto the edge of the cliff of sleep! It refused to drop his consciousness into the depths of dreams!
"Hey Marth, are you still awake?" Roy suddenly asked.
Marth sat up in the sleeping bag. "I thought you were asleep!" he whispered.
Roy smirked. "Well, something is bothering me. That's why I can't fall asleep."
"Same here, except that I don't really have a problem." Marth responded. "What's bothering you, Woy?"
"It's the art fair." Roy answered with a worried tone in his voice. "I still don't know what to draw. Also, I'm not sure if I should do some street art, or just part an artwork on a canvas or something like that."
"What's a street art?" Marth asked curiously.
"It's when you take an image from the Internet and draw the picture on the streets with chalk pastel." Roy explained. "The results are terrific, however it is time consuming. That's why I'm not sure if I should do street art or an ordinary artwork."
"Woy, I can help you on you street art." Marth replied, blinking. "If I remember correctly, the festival is not until this Saturday. I don't work on Saturdays. Link also doesn't work on Saturdays, but I'm not sure if he wants to join us."
"If that's so, I'll consider doing street art." Roy responded with a small smile.
Muffled yet loud, angry shouts outside were heard gently bumping on the thick walls and windows. At first, the two boys ignored the soft bickering, thinking that a married couple in the neighborhood was arguing with their partner outside. Marth rolled onto his stomach like a Growlie obeying a trick, buried his face into his pillow, and exhaled loudly in frustration.
"Are you ok?" Roy asked.
"Yeah, it's just that I can't fall asleep..." Marth sighed his answer.
The angry shouting eventually turned into vicious, disputing yells. Several voices joined in the furious, heated commotion, giving strength to the loudness of the argument that now echoed down the street and slammed on everyone's windows. Marth turned onto his left side and looked at the pitch-black windows. The windows were covered with binds, only allowing fleeing light from the tall, illuminating lamps outside.
"I hear loud voices outside..." Marth spoke as he sat up in his sleeping bag. "I think something bad is happening."
"It's probably some arguing neighbors." Roy reassured calmly. "Just ignore them."
"They sound really angry..." Marth remarked as he got out of his sleeping bag and went to the window. He carefully parted the window blinds and nosily looked at the scene across the street.
Three strangers dressed in dark suits were standing in front of the Greil's doorway, speaking to Elena and her husband Gawain, who were stubbornly blocking their path. Although Marth could not read their facial expressions due to the darkness and clearly hear their conversation, judging by their gestures and tone of their rising voices, he could tell that they were not in a friendly conversation. The strangers did not seem to be ordinary residents of this neighborhood. Who were they, and why were they here? Curious and wanting to discover what was happening, Marth set the side of his head against the window and tried to listen to the conversation. As he did that, he failed to see one of the men swiftly pull something out of his pocket.
BANG!
The sound of a fired gun rang down the street, causing Marth to flinch, cry out in fright, and duck down to the floor. Roy's first instinct was to hurry to Marth's side. What the heck happened? Did Marth get hit? The window did not shatter, but still!
"Marth, are you ok?" Roy asked panicky, looking at the white carpet for any traces of blood. He failed to see any. Marth answered Roy's question with a large, tight embrace and buried his face into Roy's smaller shoulder.
"Are you ok?" Roy asked again as he set a gentle hand onto Marth's trembling back.
"I think so..." Marth softly whimpered.
Roy opened the window blinds and peered outside. Lights in every house down the street flashed on as concerned and terrified people hurried out of their safe barriers to see what the commotion was. Her long, green hair tied in a large bun and dressed in a white bedgown, Palutena cautiously looked around for danger, before hurrying towards the scene armed with a broomstick. Rusl boldly approached the crowd with Link by his side.
The lights in the hallways flashed on and the sound of hurrying footsteps thundered through the halls and down the stairs. Roy looked out the slightly-open door and caught a split second-image of his parents hurrying towards the stairs.
"Lyn, stay here and watch the boys!" Roy heard Eliwood order Lyn.
"I don't want anything to happen to you, ok?" Lyn's voice sternly replied. "I'm coming!"
"I don't want Marth and Roy to get hurt, understand?" Eliwood retorted back. "I'll be ok. I promise."
"I understand." Lyn replied calmly.
Marth jolted in Roy's arms and nervously looked around when he heard the front door open and violently slam shut. "Hey Woy, do you think everything's ok?" he asked softly.
"I don't know." Roy answered, embracing Marth tighter.
"Are you scared?" Marth could feel Roy's quick heat eats against his chest.
"A little." Roy's body went tense. "I don't know what's happening."
There was a small knock on the door and Lyn opened the door and stuck her head through. Her emerald eyes sparkled with concern and worry as she entered the room and approached the embracing teens. The gem-like orbs narrowed in sadness when she noticed Marth quivering slightly in field and Roy's pale skin, which resembled the color of snow.
"M-Mom, what's happening?" Roy questioned softly, his voice trembling nervously.
"I don't know." Lyn kneeled next to the boys and set a gentle head on Roy's shoulder. "I think there was a shooting across the street."
"A shooting?!" Marth gasped loudly.
"Yes." Lyn reassuringly answered. She began to stroke Marth's azure hair, which felt as soft as a feather. "It happened across the street."
"Where's Dad?" Roy questioned.
"He's across the street, trying to figure out what's happening." Lyn caught the terror-stricken expression on Roy's face. "Don't worry, the other neighbors are there. He's not on his own."
"Is he going to be ok?" Marth's voice anxiously trembled. He set his head on Lyn's chest and whimpered, "I don't want him to get hurt."
"He'll be ok." Lyn answered cooly. She wrapped her arms around Roy and Marth. "I promise."
Roy and Marth began to slowly relax in Lyn's arms for the next few minutes. Much to their relief, after about ten minutes, they heard the front door open loudly, loud footsteps stepping in, and the door gently closing. The sound of the door locking and a soft, exhausted sigh confirmed the guest was Eliwood.
"Oh, your father is back." Lyn spoke to Roy, before turning to Marth. "See, Eliwood's ok? It's ok!"
Strangely, Marth did not reply. Upon investigating the silent male, Lyn learned at the bluenette had fallen asleep. His breathing was quiet and in rhythm with his rising and falling chest. With a soft yawn, Marth cuddled closer to Lyn and sighed.
"He fell asleep..." Roy remarked with a weary smile.
"So innocent..." Lyn mumbled before saying, "I'm going to put him in bed."
Using her gathered strength and trying to not wake Marth, Lyn was about to gentle set Marth into his sleeping bag, when Roy suddenly stopped her. "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Lyn asked, a bit confused at Roy's action.
"Put Marth in my bed." Roy ordered. "After what just happened, I don't think Marth wants to be... Alone."
Lyn smiled at Roy. "Whatever you say."
Lyn carefully lifted Marth and slowly carried him to Roy's bed. Once when she carefully settled the bluenette onto the bed, Lyn turned to Roy and sternly said, "I'm going ask your father what happened."
"Can I come?" Roy asked.
"I don't think it's a good idea." Lyn answered, shaking her head. "It's serious talk. You might not be able to understand what's going on."
"Will you Marth and me what happened tomorrow?" Roy sat down on his bed.
"It depends on your father." Lyn responded as she exited the room. "Just get some sleep now, understand?"
"Yes." Roy said as Lyn slowly closed the door. As he got into his bed and tossed the covers over him and Marth, he suspected that something happened at Ike's home, since he lived directly across the streets from him. But, what happened? Did Ike suddenly get infuriated, happened to have a gun conveniently in his hand, and fired the shot in retort?
"I won't be surprise if Ike is involved in this." Roy mumbled unclearly to himself.
Leaning against the oven, Marth was about to doze off and drift into the sea of sleep when he was jolted awake by a small pat on the shoulder. Marth's heavy eyes snapped open as adrenaline rushed through his veins and forced his exhausted body awake. The first thing his cerulean orbs meet was Link's stern facial expression.
"Hey Marth, wake up!" Link ordered. "I know that you're feeling sleepy and all, but now's not the time to sleep!"
Marth yawned softly and rubbed the dark circles under his eyes. His joints cracked loudly when he stretched his cramped and knotted body. "Sorry, Link... It's just that, after when happened last night... I couldn't really sleep well..."
"I understand." Link replied as his strict expression softened. "Still, we need to work! We can't slack off!"
"Right!" Marth replied with a tired yet large smile.
Zelda, who was making a small pizza on the counter and trying to avoid the boys, suddenly spoke. "Wait, what happened last night?" she asked curiously.
"There was a gunshot that woke up everyone in our neighborhood." Link explained. "Apparently, there was some kind of a commotion across the street. I went out with my Dad, but he quickly sent me right back into the house for safety."
"So, you don't know what actually happened?"
Link scratched the back of his head. "Well, all I know is that Ike's family was involved with some strangers who wanted somethin' from them. But, we don't know the truth. So, I'm just kinda gossipin' right now."
"It's all right." Zelda reassured with a small smile before turning back to her work. She briefly looked out the open window and peered at Ike, who was quietly sitting at the counter waiting for an order. "I hope he's ok..."
Link glanced out of the window, looked at the back of Ike's indigo head, and replied, "I think he is!"
Hours of work slowly passed, and Marth's drowsiness did not crease. Everything from loading and taking out a pizza and serving it to the patrons seemed to eat away all of his energy. His balance was topsy-turvy like a top slowly creasing its spinning. When Marth finally gathered his little, feeble strength and set a large, silvery tray on top of the oven. He looked at his reflection in the silvery, mirror-like object and saw an exhausted teenager with uneven, tangled blue hair and shadowy circles surrounding his pink eyes.
Link noticed Marth's weariness. "Hey Marth, why don't you take a small break or somethin'?" he offered. "If you keep on workin', you might faint! Take a minute or two!"
Marth exhaled loudly in relief. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't want to get into trouble and hold everything up!"
"Don't worry, Zelda and I got it covered!" Link cooly stated. "We just need to work harder, right Zelda?"
"Y-Yes!" Zelda replied to Link.
"Go to the restroom and splash water onto your face. It'll wake you up!" Link suggested.
Marth nodded and exited the kitchen. As he approached the restroom door and reached for its handle, his round ears caught a faint sound coming from behind. What was it? Marth nosily put the side of his head against the door and tried to identify the noise.
It sounded like crying.
When Marth finally identified the feeble sound as weeping, the soft sobbing suddenly creased. It became completely silent, well nearly silent, as Marth could hear some of the patrons talking, Fox and Falco smirking to themselves (Yes, they were loitering and playing on their laptop as usual!), and the pinball machine ringing and blaring its sound effects. Marth's eyes scanned the room before a wall clock caught his eyes, reminding him that he was not off the hook of work yet.
Remembering the main reason why he was taking a break in the first place, Marth quickly entered the bathroom and immediately halted into his path. All of his senses immediately froze in shock as he made eye contact with narrow, cobalt eyes.
Standing in front of the sink was Ike. Marth's first survival instant was to avoid starting a conversation with him and quickly flee the scene. However, there was a tiny detail in Ike's eyes that stood out to Marth. The last time he looked into his eyes, Marth spotted a hint of sparkling sadness in a pool of livid, narrow blue. This time, Ike's eyes had lost their lively, blue hue and small sparkle. The bright colors were clouded with a wave of dull, lifeless gray. The surrounding white sea that surrounded the gray island was slightly pink from hysterically shedding tears.
Marth stood still for a few moments and continued to look at Ike. No, this could not be possible! A tough and intimidating guy like Ike could not cry! This was the same person who violently pushed him on the ground and made him cry in front of his friends! Wait, a person? No, Ike was not a person! He was a terrifying monster! A dragon that spewed his flames of fury on everything that got in his way!
Sniffing softly, Ike uncharacteristically looked away, covered his face; which were streaked pink with dry, warm tears, and began to tremble like a nervous, timid child. Marth's alarmed expression fell and began to relax.
Without thinking twice, Marth suddenly stepped towards Ike, threw his arms around the larger male's abdomen, and gave him a warm, soothing embrace. He flinched when he felt Ike's muscles tense in his arms.
"What am I doing?" Marth asked himself as he cringed, waiting for Ike to strike him.
The thundering pain never came. Ike's attempts to hold in his sobs failed, as a small, feeble whimper fled his mouth. Unable to hold it in for any longer, Ike buried his face into the smaller male's shoulder and began to weep loudly. Marth set a gentle, warm head on his trembling back, encouraging the indigo-haired male to let everything out. He was attempted to ask what was wrong. However, he stayed silent, as he did not want to ruin the moment.
When Marth stepped into the house, the first thing he did was drop his bag onto the wool carpet, collapsed onto his knees, and exhaled loudly in exhaustion. After hours of working endlessly and tediously, he was finally rewarded a long, relaxing break. Marth shook his head slightly as he tried to keep his eyes open and prevent himself from passing out in front of the door. He felt a thunderous wave of freedom wash over him, resulting in a pinch of adrenaline rush through his veins. The rush lasted for about a few seconds though, and Marth quickly reverted back to his exhausted state.
"Hey Marth, why are you on the floor like that?" Roy asked, looking at Marth. He was seated on the sofa, watching the TV.
"I'm really tired and hungry..." Marth groaned grouchily.
"Sit on the sofa with me and take a nap." Roy suggested, giving Marth a gesture to come. "Also, Mom and Dad are making dinner. It should be ready in twenty minutes."
With a quiet "Mmmm hmmm.", Marth trudged towards the couch and sat next to Roy. He kicked his black tennis shoes off and slouched ungracefully on the sofa.
Marth's heavy cerulean eyes gazed at the flashing colors flickering and sparking inside the mechanical box, followed by voices and banging sounds. "What is this show about?" he sleepily asked.
"It's about murder mysteries." Roy answered with eagerness in his voice. Marth could tell that the redhead's interest was glued into the show.
"Really? Don't murders scare you?" Marth questioned. He curled into a small ball and laid his head against a large, fluffy pillow. Drowsiness began to spin in his head.
"Some of them are pretty disturbing." Roy admitted. "But, I like the, because they teach me to be aware of my surroundings."
"Oh." Was Marth's simple response. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and used his internal strength to open them again. "What this case about?"
"It's about this mass murderer who killed eleven people." Roy explained. "Right now, the police is interrogating suspects."
Marth trembled nervously at Roy's answer. "Why is this murderer killing so many people?"
"So far, I don't know. The show did not tell me yet. Maybe if we watch for a little bit longer, it'll tell us who is the murderer and why he committed these murders."
Marth feebly nodded and continued to watch the show. As lights flickered brightly in his eyes, a top known as sleepiness began to spin faster. Marth sighed under his breath. Come on, he wanted to find out who was his horrendous murderer! Why did sleep want to claim him at this important moment, instead of during the middle of the night?!
Despite Marth's nagging, angry protests, his efforts were in vain. He eventually drifted to sleep.
"Hey Marth, wake up!" Roy's voice exclaimed as Marth was shaken awake by the cardinal-haired male.
Marth moaned loudly; he dreaded being woken up in the middle of sleep. "What is it, Woy?" he huffed in irritation.
"Dad said that dinner's ready." Roy replied with a small smile. "Didn't you say that you're hungry?"
"Y-Yeah!" Marth piped up as he clumsily and quickly got off the sofa. In the process, he clumsily stumbled over his own feet and took a small tumble on the floor.
"Hey Marth, are you ok?!" Roy asked in concern.
Marth shakily got up. Despite feeling a bit distressed from his tiny fall and a little embarrassed, he managed to bubbly smile at Marth. His grin resembled those of a little child's. "Heheh, I'm ok! I just tripped because I felt tired!"
With an understanding nod, Roy led Marth into the dining room, where Eliwood and Lyn waiting for them. The two were sitting across from each other and having a small, quiet conversation. Sitting on the square, wooden table were four cups of apple juice, four plates with a ham and cheese sandwich and a small salad, and four sets of utensils. The sliding door behind the table was slightly open, allowing cool air to enter the stuffy, warm room. A thin screen in front of the opening prevented pesky insects such as mosquitoes and flies from pursuing the freshly-made food.
"Mom, Dad, we're here!" Roy said as he and Marth sat down at the table.
"Oh!" Eliwood exclaimed, snapping out of his tiny world. "They're here! Let's get started!"
While Eliwood and Lyn calmly enjoyed their meal and Roy hastily devoured his dinner, Marth unsteadily looked at the meal presented to him and unsurely picked up his sandwich. It was a moment when you were starving and desperate for nourishment, but you were not really in the mood to chew and taste the grub. After sniffing and staring at the sandwich, Marth took a tiny nibble and shakily swallowed. Even though he took a small nap, he did not have the energy to eat.
"Marth, are you ok?" Lyn asked, raising an eyebrow at the bluenette. "Usually, you eat very quickly."
"I'm just tired..." Marth softly puffed. "After last night's commotion, I didn't really sleep..."
Roy quickly slurped his juice. "Oh yeah! Dad, what happened last night?"
"Oh yes..." Eliwood began sternly. "Last night, some agents from the insane asylum confronted the Greils. They wanted to take Ike, their son."
"W-Why?" Marth asked with wide eyes. He remembered Ike in his arms, sobbing softly into his shoulder during work. Did that event have something to do with his despair and agony?
"Today, I talked to Mr. Greil during work." Eliwood continued. "Apparently, Ike has a bipolar disorder and the agents claimed that he was a huge threat to society."
"A bipolar disorder? What is that?" Roy asked. His brain began to place the pieces together. Was this why Ike often resorts to violence in situations?
"It's a mental disorder characterized by sudden mood swings." Eliwood continued. "One minute ago, you feel happy, the next thing you know, you feel furious. It's something that you can't control."
"No wonder why the insane asylum wants him!" Roy suddenly blurted out. "Ike's family is just wasting their energy! Why wouldn't they just hand him over?"
"Roy, Ike's family loves him dearly. It'll be hard to just hand him over to some corrupt strangers." Eliwood strictly claimed.
"He's a jerk!" Roy argued back. "Ike's the same guy who harassed Pit and me in school and made Marth cry in public! Why should he not be sent to the asylum?"
"The asylum is not the best place for Ike to be!" Eliwood answered bluntly, his voice rising. "He needs his loved ones by his side in order to live on!"
"Wait, what is this asylum and why is it a bad place?" Marth asked, feeling disordered like tangled hair.
Lyn sighed sadly before she began. "The insane asylum is a place where all people with mental disorders are sent to. Once when they are locked behind bars, they will never walk in the sun with their family and friends ever again."
"Doesn't the asylum help them?" Marth uncertainly asked. "I mean, they gathered everyone with these problems..."
"No, they don't." Eliwood responded in a low, monotone voice.
Marth shivered at the tone of the older redhead's tone of voice. "You've actually been there?"
"This is only a rumor, but there are stories of people fleeing from the asylum. Only a few managed to succeed. According to them, they were often left in the dark with little warmth or food. Apparently, the workers there took all the money that was meant for these people for themselves and neglected them." Eliwood described. Although he seemed to be calm, he was cringing painfully in the inside. His heart stung as he thought of the pain those people had to go through.
"Why don't they do something?" Marth questioned curiously. "Can't they just gather some people and fight against it?"
"The asylum is officially part of the government. If people launched a protest against it, it would be considered to be an attack towards the government. Despite the asylum's corruptions, sadly it is still very important piece to society. They are responsible for keeping the most notorious, psychotic sociopaths in history away from civilization." Eliwood shook his head miserably before taking a small sip from his cup.
"Do you know any of these 'sociopaths' that are held in there?" Marth was getting intrigued.
Eliwood paused for a few moments. "Well, I don't fully know all of them, but there was one mass murderer that stood out to me."
"Who is it?" Marth softly asked, a bit afraid.
"His full name was never revealed to the public due to the atrocities he committed. His was known as the Masked Slasher by many." Eliwood simply answered.
There was a long pause.
"That name really sounds familiar." Lyn spoke up. "I think I heard that name a long time ago."
"He began his massacre eight years ago and claimed the lives of eleven innocent people." Eliwood replied emotionlessly. "I remember those days. People were so terrified, they locked their doors and windows shut and slept with a gun by their side."
"I was eight during that time..." Roy added. "Being just a kid, I didn't understand what was happening. The only thing I remember is Dad and Mom refusing to leave me alone. They would not let me out of their sight and tell me to sleep with them."
"Do you know why he killed so many people?" Marth enquired with large, fearful eyes.
"People don't clearly know why." Lyn answered. "Some people say he did it for amusement, others say that he did it for revenge. I think he was just crazy."
"How did he look like?"
Eliwood sighed at the wave of questions that Marth washed in. "His identity was never revealed, as if it was, it would shook the public and cause hysteria."
"I saw an episode about him today!" Roy added. "He was portrayed by a really muscular, tall, scary guy! That's how I think he looks like!"
"I think he was a gentleman who was part of a high social ranking who suddenly got a screw loose." Eliwood stated his opinion.
"I think he was just a large thug!" Lyn remarked. "I can't picture a gentleman becoming a mass-murderer!"
"Well, there's no way to figure that out!" Roy concluded. "The episode said that the Masked Slasher attempted to escape, only to get killed in an accident in the process!"
Marth smiled and made a quiet, gentle noise. "Well, I'm glad! At least everyone is safe from him now!"
There was... so much blood. Blood on the white walls. Blood on the ceilings. Blood on the ground... Blood on t-t-those dead bodies...
Why can't I move? I have this... largebloodyknife inmyhand. Both of my hands... arecoveredinblood.
What'sthat cryingnosie comingfrom? Whathappened? Someonepleasetellme...
"...MARTH! WAKE UP!"
Marth violently tossed and turn in his sleeping bag as he thrashed and struggled against the invisible forces threatening him, sniveling and screaming for help. Trying to pull him out of his night terror, Roy hastily grabbed Marth by his shoulder and began to fiercely shake him. This was a bit strange to him, as Marth seemingly never had a vicious response towards a nightmare before.
"Marth, WAKE UP!" Roy exclaimed before slapping Marth in the face with the palm of his hand.
With a short, high-pitched cry, Marth's eyes snapped open as he reconnected with reality. Cerulean orbs darted around the dark yet familiar room as his heart pumped panicky and his lungs squeaked for air. His breathing slowly calmed as he came to the conclusion that the terrifying scene was just a simple nightmare.
"That...That was just a... a dream..." Marth huffed shakily.
"Are you ok?" Roy asked.
"I think I am, Woy..." Marth uneasily answered. "That was a scary dream..."
"What happened? Did it have something to do with the Masked Slasher?"
"Yeah... I think so... I just saw dead people and lots of blood..." Marth whimpered softly as he remembered the shocking image.
Roy gave Marth a pat on the back. "Just try to go back to sleep." he said, trying to reassure the bluenette. "I don't want you to be very tired tomorrow. Next time during dinner, we won't talk about mass murderers and whatnot!"
"Really?" Marth asked childishly. "T-Thanks! Uh, sorry for waking you up like that..."
"It's okay! We all get nightmares." Roy assured. "Try to get some sleep and don't let it bother you."
"I'll try!" Marth cutely responded. "Goodnight, Woy!"
"Goodnight." Was Roy's last reply before he drifted to sleep.
As Marth snuggled his warm, cotton blanket, he looked at the ceiling, shut his eyes, and tried to fall back asleep. Despite his heart's protests, his brain refused to stop thinking about the horrible nightmare he had. It was like a drug; it is bad for you, however you could not resist taking it, or you would suffer from withdrawal.
"What was that dream about?" Marth quietly asked himself, so he would not wake up Roy. "Why did it feel so familiar?"
Author's Notes: The irony level is pretty high here.
Here's a super long chapter to make up for the waiting. In case you don't know, I'm currently on fall break. That doesn't mean I'm entirely free, as I have some homework given over the break. Welp, might as well get used it it.
Please excuse any typos in this chapter. I was rushing to finish this chapter because it was late and I really need my sleep. I didn't want to feel like Marth during work, ok? When I get the time, I'll go back, reread the chapter, and edit any errors.
Story Questions:
When you can't sleep, what do you do?
What was the strangest dream you've ever had? Personally, I once had a dream that I got up in the morning and got ready for school. I felt so disoriented when I actually got up!
Any suggestions for villains working in the asylum? (Can be in SSB or not.)