Welcome to the stupidest, lamest, shortest, and just plain crappy update ever. I've had NOTHING to go for the last few days, but I did get a bunch of lame ideas done. Prepare for the next few chapters to be stupid and short. Review reply,

12345: What? What is Marth? GAH THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME! TELL ME NOW!

Yeah, That's why I said 'reply' and not 'replies'. Meh, I got the idea for this chapter from a picture I saw once. I actually love the bumpers, and if you plan on fighting me on brawl PREPARED TO BE BUMPER'D. ...That made no sense whatsoever.

The only reason for this update is to show you guys that I'm alive. And even the great 'SSBB Oneshots' story had really short chapters. I'll stop before this note gets longer than the chapter.

Ike looked at Marth; the prince was panting heavily. Marth had taken a lot of damage, but Ike did too. They were both at high damage and it was only a matter of time before one of them was KO'd.

"There's no way you'll win this Marth!" Ike yelled.

"Yeah right! With my speed, you're doomed!" Marth yelled back. Just then, Ike noticed a bumper appear on the stage, bounce, and it somehow set itself up.

"Hey Marth, dare you to walk into that bumper!" Ike said.

"What? Heck no!" Marth said.

"What are you scared?" Ike taunted.

"No, I'm just not stupid." Marth replied.

"You're scared! Admit it!" Ike yelled.

"I'm not falling for it Ike." Marth said.

"Bok-bok-bok!"

Marth facepalmed as Ike embarrassed himself. "Fine I'll do it." He said and started walking towards the bumper.

"With that damage there's no way he'll-"

"GAH!" Marth exclaimed when he was flung back from the bumper.

"GRAH!"

...Right into Ike.

"I win." Marth said when he was teleported back to the mansion.

"Only because you slammed right into me." Ike replied.

"You told me to walk into that bumper!"

"And you were stupid enough to listen!"

"Hey, who was the idiot that ran off a cliff?" Marth asked.

"I did what I had too!" Ike exclaimed.

"You also attacked me during a team battle, and you lost because of that!"

"Will you just quit your bitching?"

Marth frowned. "Hm… no. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag."

"What are you doing?" Ike asked.

"Annoying you. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag." Marth continued saying the same thing over and over again and Ike decided to walk away. The prince followed him however and didn't stop. Not even once. Marth followed him around all day, saying the same thing over and over.

Whether Ike be training… "Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag-"

Or watching TV… "Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag-"

Eating… "Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag-"

Or even in the bathroom, "Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag."

Finally, when Ike was walking down the hallway and Marth was still nagging at him, he snapped.

"SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUT, UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!" Ike yelled at the top of his lungs.

Marth stopped and stared at Ike. "No. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, na-"

POW! Ike punched Marth right in the face and the prince fell on his back.

"My face! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!" Marth exclaimed.

"Gods, Marth! That's what you get when you don't shut up!" Ike yelled. Marth shot him a glare and kicked Ike right in the, well, you know.

"SWEETCHEEZEITS!" Ike exclaimed and fell down. Marth stood up and glared at Ike, while still covering half his face with his hand.

"Don't you ever, EVER, touch my beautiful face again! EVER!" Marth yelled and kicked Ike again. The prince walked off, furious.

Ever since that day, Ike despised bumpers.

Lame update is lame. ._.