AN:
tswift1fan: Who's back?
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tswift1fan: Oooohkay, so let's try to summarize our disappearence as quickly as possible, hmm?
Natasha99: SO firstly, we had to move to Wyoming. Secondly, the computer decided to break, so not only did we have reformat it once, not twice, but three times!
tswift1fan: And lastly, my birthday was two weeks ago! Yay! *pops party popper*
TRIVIA QUESTION: Which Mario game was rumored to put five kids in an asylum?
ANSWER: Mario 64? We don't remember X'D
SHOUTOUT: But the answer didn't matter cause none of you got it right! X'D
DISCLAIMER: Yeah yeah yeah obviously we don't own any games by Nintendo blah blah blah
Chapter 25; Time to Waste
Azmarie
And Azmarie thought that thing was Makayla. To be honest, her day was already pretty terrible. First Makayla mysteriously disappears. Second, her boyfriend calls. She was so not in the mood to talk to Calem. Third, well, this!
She was so sick of this! She was already pretty ticked in the first place before the clone of her best friend. But now was no time to rant. The Maclone (yes, that's what she was calling her) tilted her head and smiled creepily.
"Something wrong?" She asked her in an emotionless voice. No, not quite emotionless, but not quite evilly, nor enthusiastic in any kind. "Don't tell me you don't remember me, Azzy." Maclone spat.
"Shut your mouth, you thing! What do you think you're talking about? Where's the real Makayla?" Azmarie shot back, anger practically dripping from her words. She felt Red stiffen beside her. He could tell she was set and ready to blow.
"Oh, but what would be the fun in telling you? It would be much more fun to watch you guess." Maclone said, stepping forward, Makayla's straight blonde hair swaying. Azmarie stepped forward as well, grabbing Maclone by the collar of her shirt. Being but an inch taller, she hoped it made her look intimidating.
"I'm not going to ask again," she said, shaking Maclone for emphasis. "Where is the real Makayla?"
Maclone smirked. "Real Makayla? Why do you even care?"
"I could slap you right now-"
"I'm serious. She never cared about you. She took all the glory. Consider me doing you a favor."
"What are you talking about?" she said between gritted teeth.
"She was the one who caught Xernias. Am I wrong? No, I'm not. She didn't give you any credit. Was your name ever on the news when Team Flare was stopped? No. Everyone was interviewing Makayla and her brand new shiny legendary. You were much stronger than her. Why did you even put up with her? She never appreciated you."
Azmarie pinched her lips shut, dropping the shorter girl. "How do you know all this?"
"That doesn't matter. What does matter is your revenge. You were underappreciated. Wouldn't you like to strike back? To show the world what you're really worth?"
"Don't listen to her, Az." Red said from behind her.
"Shut your ignorant mouth, you wannabe Pokemon Master," Azmarie said, shoving the girl. "You think you know what you're talking about? Guess what? You don't."
"Oh," Maclone said. "But I do. Tell me you don't feel hurt, Azzy."
Would telling her that she didn't feel hurt be the right thing to do? Or telling the truth? Azmarie was hurt. But she brushed it off as shallow. Who cared if she felt left out? That was selfish. She was fine.
"I'm fine." She stated simply, leaving no room to argue. Well, more or less. "Where's Makayla? I'm not asking again."
"Makayla? What Makayla? There is no Makayla. Only me."
"You mean-?"
"Yes. Your friend is dead."
Azmarie knew nothing.
Everything was a blur.
Makayla… dead? What was the best way of handling this? Violence and anger? Crying and sorrow? But the answer was all too clear.
She punched Maclone square in the face.
-_-_- Silly Smash Bros. -_-_-
Renee
Roy, Renee, and Ike seemed to be on this endless walk down every hall in Smash Mansion. Each corner held suspense. Pettra could be in extreme danger, or just adding extra emphasis to her singing (or screaming, in this case). She hoped the second option. To make it worse, Roy was extra annoying. Sure, Renee loved her boyfriend and all that, but he seems to never stop talking. At least it cleared the air.
When Renee and the guys finally seemed to settle in a comfortable silence, a shrill screech echoed through the halls.
"Let go of me, you freak!" Shouted Pettra's voice.
"Pettra?" Renee called out. She hated how she always came up with no response.
"Don't worry about it," Ike commented. "Captain Falcon is probably just trying to make a move on her. She's probably fine."
"You don't know Pettra like me," she replied, not bothering to glance at him. Mainly because she didn't want him to see the fear in her eyes. "She's not that kind of girl. She can handle Douglas. She only screams if she's in real danger."
"Well-" Ike began, but Roy interrupted him.
"Knock it off, Ike." He said.
"What? Just tryin' to brighten the mood." He said defensively.
"Well," said Renee. "Keep quiet. I'm trying to listen." Immediately after saying this, she leaned against the wall, peering down the next hall. The scene was not one to remember. One that she wanted to remember, anyway.
A blonde girl in all black was pressed up against the wall, scratching at a hand on her throat. The hand belonged to a towering figure, thicker than a tank. Standing next to him was a replica of the girl, except with a strange purple aura and glowing yellow eyes. Pettra's eyes are yellow, but they don't glow. Not that bright, anyway.
Renee clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. The girl being choked was Pettra. She never thought she's see Pettra lose a battle. But here, she wasn't only losing. She was dying.
And Renee had to do something about it. She didn't even notice Roy and Ike peer over her shoulder. Ike was about to take a step to help Pettra, but she held her arm out to stop him. She whispered as low as she could.
"Stop, we need a plan."
"Here's a plan," he responded, whispering harshly. "We go save her from that guy!"
"If you run out there like an idiot, that nano-bug Pettra will decapitate you on the spot. The only way we have a chance is by surprise." She responded simply.
"Well, what's your plan, oh wise one? 'Cause blondie over there is running out of breath."
"Classic surprise tactic."
"That doesn't tell me anything! We sho-"
"Here's the plan;" Roy said, annoyed. "I'll attack the fake Pettra, you two go for the big guy when I give the signal. Understood?"
"What happens if she gets a, uh, lucky shot?" Renee asked, choosing her words carefully. Roy smirked, drawing his sword.
"She won't." And he dashed off before she could stop him, tackling the clone. It seems completely startled to be suddenly tackled, but quickly regained its balance. The larger guy turned in surprise, dropping Pettra, who was wheezing and gasping for breath. The suspenseful seconds waiting for the signal were some of the worst seconds of Renee's life.
Suddenly, in the midst of battle, he glanced back at them, locking eye with her, nodding. "Now!" She whispered to Roy, and, without warning, lit her dagger and shot a green fire ball right at the large guy's face. He yelped, covering his face. The Pettra clone looked at Renee and Ike in surprise, a good enough distraction for Roy to get a good blow in the head.
It didn't knock her unconscious, but it definitely caught her off guard. She stumbled back, holding a hand over her face which was leaking purple specks. Nano-bugs.
Roy tried to drive the sword through her, but she was faster. She spun around, dodging the blow, and sending a swift kick to the lower stomach. Renee stopped paying attention to him and charged the man, Ike tailing behind.
"Enough of this!" The man shouted in a familiar voice she couldn't place at the moment. "Nano-bot, destroy them!" The man grabbed Pettra by her arm.
"No!" Renee screamed, shooting the most powerful blast she could muster. The burst was so bright, it lit the whole room. She saw the man's face.
Ganondork.
Her eyes widened in surprise. Of course, she thought to herself. Ganon's the strongest man they have on their team. Why not send him to kill an agent?
Out of nowhere, a boot struck her in the mouth, making one of her teeth bleed. She stumbled back in surprise, seeing Nano-Pettra standing in front of her smirking. "Hello, Renee." She said, evil glinting her golden eyes. What happened to Roy. She wished she could check, but she couldn't afford to get distracted. The sick taste of blood flooded her mouth and began to leak.
Renee summoned a fire ball at ready. When Renee didn't respond, Nano-Pettra scowled.
"Are you not happy to see me?" She asked.
"Well," Renee said, voice coming out with a slur through blood. "You just kicked me in the face."
"But causing people pain is so much fun. You should see what I did to your little boyfriend over there." She said in a sinister, yet emotionless voice. She couldn't stand it, so she glance over her shoulder to where Roy was. He lay on the ground, blood spilling from his shoulder. When did a gun go off? Or was he stabbed?
Renee suppressed a strangled gasp, turning back to Nano-Pettra. Renee immediately knew she shouldn't have looked. Not only is she extremely worried about Roy bleeding to death, but now both Ganondorf and Pettra were gone. Nano-Pettra smirked, as if the game was in her hands.
"What are you so happy about?" Ike asked. "You're outnumbered."
"I know," she smiled. "Two against one. Hardly seems fair. Perhaps we should even it out, yeah?" Without another word, she turned the gun and shot him in the leg. He let out a surprised gasp and fell to the floor, grimacing in indescribable pain.
Renee couldn't stop the strangled squeak that escaped her, which made Nano-Pettra smile all the more. She simply put the gun back in the holster and drew her sword.
"I don't have much time to waste," she said. "So let's make this quick."
AN: So anyway, now that our computer's all fixed up and running, HOPEFULLY we can update sooner. An update a week sound good? Anyway, thanks for 102 reviews! Not sure if the celebration one-shot will be up anytime soon cause of the reformat and all that.
TRIVIA: How do you make Eevee evolve into Sylveon in Pokemon X/Y?