Worth

Tom Nook sighed, sitting on the rug in the Sony common room. He glared at one of the few chairs in the room, which Ganondorf was lazily stretched out on. He had actually gotten up earlier than anyone else, still on his store schedule internal clock, but had opted not to sit in the chair, knowing that he would just be muscled out of it by one of the bigger people. And he couldn't allow that yet.

Tom Nook knew the power of first impressions. He knew most of the contestants in Sony house had no idea as to why a cute little raccoon was stuck with a bunch of clearly evil people. Because he hadn't made a name for himself or stuck out in any way, people were quicker to ignore him and concentrate. Some of the smarter contestants were still holding out judgement on him, knowing he couldn't have been put in Sony house without good reason.

However, he saw the looks in other contestants' eyes. Tom Nook knew that they were already thinking he was a harmless little animal, no matter his placement. And harmless in Sony house meant you probably died within the hour. Since he hadn't proven or disproved their theories with a first impression yet, he could still make them think he wasn't someone to trifle with.

Opportunity came in the form of Kefka, who, crossing the carpet and not paying attention, tripped over Tom Nook. Kefka ungracefully stumbled to the carpet, earning a few snickers from some of the others. Disgraced, he whirled around and directed a scorching glaze at the little vermin who had dared to put himself in the same room as himself, where he might trip. Expecting to see a cowering, blubbering raccoon begging for forgiveness, he instead saw a raccoon that didn't even seem to have noticed that Kefka had tripped over him.

"You!" the urchin turned around to look at Kefka. "You should be prostrating yourself before me, kissing my feet, groveling for your life after what you did!" Did the animal look a little…smug? No, impossible. "Why should I apologize because you were too busy daydreaming to watch where your big clown feet were stepping?" the raccoon answered calmly.

The entire room perked up. Something exciting was happening. Kefka stayed silent, but the air around him started to crackle with magical energy. Most of the people in the room were bored, and were a bit bloodthirsty even when there was action going on. A diversion from this…ugh…peacetime, would be welcomed by all, even if it simply consisted of a little raccoon being made into a stain on the carpet.

Instead, they saw Tom Nook stand up, casually dust off his Nookington's uniform, and reach into his pocket. He pulled out a simple leaf, and tossed it at Kefka. "Catch." Kefka stared at the leaf for a second before snatching it out of the air, confused. Was this the only resistance to be offered from the creature? Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke, and a large coffee table rapidly expanded out of the space where the leaf had been. Kefka cried out and was immediately crushed under the furniture.

Yelling out curses, Kefka futilely tried to move the coffee table from his chest. He was a mage, not a bodybuilder. He finally blasted the chair, sending dust and wood scrapings flying across the room. As Kefka stood up, he winced; his ribs were bruised, and it HURT. That little thing had HURT HIM. "YOU LITTLE-" Kefka began, right before he was cut off by a shovel smacking into his face. Kefka fell to the floor, clutching his nearly-broken jaw.

The rest of the room was in awe. The shovel was nearly bigger than Nook himself, but he was wielding it as if it was as light as a stick, or fishing rod, or something.

Two sharp raps sent Kefka howling and wondering whether to hold his jaw or his kneecaps. Tom Nook jumped onto Kefka's bruised chest, gently laughing as if it were all a big game. Kefka's cries of pain turned to cries of rage, how dare that thing embarrass him so, he would fry it, fry it and dance on his grave woah wait time out where did that thing get an axe?

Tom Nook held the axe in both hands, poised as if ready to strike Kefka down. It was against the rules, of course, and despite all the pain Kefka was in, he doubt he would be able to before the clown destroyed him. It didn't matter, though. It was all about appearances.

"You assumed I was a harmless little raccoon, didn't you? That I was easy pickings. Well, my clownish friend," Tom Nook said, chortling as he drove the axe into the floor with great ease for someone of his size. "Appearances deceive. You of all people should know that, jester." he finished in an altogether more sinister voice.

Then Tom Nook was a different person, cheerfully stowing away the axe and walking away as if nothing had happened. "Oh, and by the way, I will be procuring random odds and ends for an unofficial shop I plan to be opening soon. Who knows? Maybe one of them will make the swelling go down, jester! For a price, of course!" He left the room laughing, leaving everyone else rethinking their strategies.

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"Hey, you! Pyramid thing! What is wrong with you?" Ganondorf sauntered up to the thing in the corner. "You don't move, talk, eat, or even sleep! What are you, anyway?"
Everyone else in the room silently agreed, remembering that Pyramid Head, as the roster had called it, had done nothing but silently stand in the corner ever since it's arrival.

That didn't change. Instead of responding to Ganondorf, it didn't move at all. "Oh, too good for the rest of us? Too above us to even speak to us? Is that it?" Ganondorf said threateningly."

Pyramid Head moved ever so slightly, turning its head towards Ganon's. If you could see its face, you would have said it was looking Ganondorf straight in the eyes. Ganondorf met the stare defiantly. Then, strangely, his eyes glazed over, and it looked as if he were in another world. After a few seconds he snapped back to reality, violently shaking. Ganondorf leaned over and vomited, emptying his stomach in response to the experience he had just head.

For the longest time, no one even dared to glance in Pyramid head's direction.

By KamikazePotato