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The five stared at Phil Swift. They tried to comprehend the situation. The guy from the Flex Tape commercials was now here, IN I MINISCULE HIDDEN BASEMENT, because he entered through a magical door?! Dark Pit got a feeling that the author ran out of ideas and decided to talk in dead memes. Again. And I am here to say, yes. Pittoo was right. 100%.

Joker looked at the can of Flex Glue in his now trembling hands. The green Inkling boy just stared in awe at the man that had been one of his role models for ever so long. Dark Pit still considered that I ran out of ideas when writing this. Lucario was leaning against a wall cursing, while Ridley was trying to understand what was going on, since he was too crammed in the small room to move his head.

Phil Swift was happy. He always was. While the five stood and stared at him, he stood and stared back, humming Piano Man by Billy Joel the entire time. It was Lucario's favorite song, but he didn't feel like admitting it to everyone else. Why would he? Now really wasn't the time for that, was it? His two closest friends were missing, his precious child was probably possessed, there was an anti-vax child running around capturing people, and he was stuck in a basement with three teenagers, an oversized dragon-thing, and the Flex Tape man. Things really couldn't get worse, could they?

I hate to break it to you, but it could. Cringe-wise, that is. I'll now be transitioning to Meta Knight and the humans he was with, so prepare for a transition.

TRANSITION WORD, Ethan had calmed down and stopped punching his hoodie. He left the bathroom feeling slightly less confused. He walked back into the bedroom. There was now a mudkip. Whazt? He thought for a moment that it would be best to start punching again, but he realized that that was a terrible idea. TERRIBLE. He would become addicted to hoodie-punching! He breathed in, and endured his surroundings. Bedroom. Nearly empty. One person. Two small blue things. Meta Knight. Meta Knight was talking to a mudkip. The mudkip had an eyepatch. Meta Knight just got bitten by a mudkip. Meta Knight said a swear word. Lily looked surprised, but didn't seem to care much. The mudkip burped.

Ethan decided to go back to the bathroom and punch his hoodie again. Just as he was about to leave the room, Meta Knight asked him why he kept walking away. Excuse time! Nevermind. He ignored the question and stayed in the bedroom. He walked up to his bed and the cubby next to it to try to find anything he'd need. Phone, backpack, Switch, water bottle, an old pretzel, headphones. Lily looked over at him and realized that she should probably do the same thing. She called to the Mudkip, and it came and ran up to her. She picked it up, put it on her bed, and started to pack. Glowsticks, butterscotches, laptop, blanket, trumpet, sandwich, backpack (duh), computer charger, sketchbook, pencils… By then she had run out of space. To make more space, she got rid of the trumpet, giving her space to add an extra hoodie, with a little space left. Nice.

The two had both finished packing. Meta Knight had noted it. They were about to leave, when Ethan's phone started vibrating. He picked it out of his backpack. A video call.

From Joe.

Ethan answered the call immediately. "Guys! I think Joe managed to escape from Gemma!"

The person on the other side appeared. The excitement drained from Ethan's face. It was Gemma.

"I found you, you little mooses!", Gemma shouted.

"Did she just call me a moose?", Lily asked.

"Wait, YOU're here too?" Gemma had no idea about Lily. She was enraged!

"Huh?", Lily asked. "What's going on?"

"Gemma is trying to take us captive," Ethan said. "In a Hot Topic."

Lily loved Hot Topic. It had all of the best Hoodies and T-shirts and exclusive figures. Why would such an amazing place become a dungeon? Honestly though, none of this situation made sense.

"How did you get Joe's phone?", Ethan asked.

"Easy. I demanded him to give me the password and explain to me how to use it. When you control people's mind, asking them to do stuff for you is easy."

Meta Knight was watching the conversation. Gemma noticed he was there, and laughed even harder. "So you all found each other, eh?" Gemma kept laughing. "Wanna see someone? Someone who means A LOT to you?"

"You mean…"

Gemma clearly had no idea how to do a video call. The camera kept zooming in on random things. Like other people's socks. Or hair. Or some random Twisted Sister lanyard that just kept appearing for some reason. Gemma was crazy.

"ETHAN," Gemma shouted through the phone. "Give the phone to Meta Knight, now!"

"Geez, okay…"

Meta Knight took the phone. Gemma grinned.

"Alright, blueberry."

Meta Knight rolled his eyes, but then gulped.

"Someone wants to say something to you."

"Oh god…"

"LUCAS," Gemma shouted. "Come over here!"

Meta Knight looked at the phone, which was almost as tall as him. The veiw jerked again, zooming in on some gum on a bench, then a ripped down sign, then someone's glasses. When it finally came back into focus, Gemma wasn't alone. A boy was next to her. The boy was around twelve or thirteen. Through his glowing eyes Meta Knight could see a face scarred with sorrow and fear. An old hoodie of a rock band. Denim shorts. Butter hair. Meta Knight felt like crying. It was Lucas.

Gemma was happy. She had never felt better in her life, had she? She giggled. "Welp, I know where you are now. This will be easy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Bye, blueberry!"

"D-Do you want your phone back?"

"..."

Lily's mudkip looked sad. The girl tried to comfort the frightened Pokemon, until, suddenly, it let out a bird-like squak.

"What the…"

"Oh. I see." Lily looked at the others. "Mudkip thinks we're all gonna die."

"Oh. We knew. They'll be coming for us soon, anyway."

Meta Knight looked at Galaxia. The small sword looked pathetic in this time of crisis. Gold light shone off of it like a chicken nugget. Like his chicken nugget, Lucas. They knew the girl would come for them eventually. Guilt filled him. Was it really his fault, as Gemma had said? If Lucas and Dark Pit never sat at the same lunch table, would this never had happened? He started to cry. This was the end of normal life at the Sakurai Academy of Fighting and Fighters. SAFF. "Nintendo Fighter School". "The place where Hell comes to Heaven". It would no longer be an ordinary school with crazy teachers and school lunches made from water, cliques and homework overloads, bullies and fire drills, the school was now chaos. Total chaos. There was nothing they could do about it.

A knock was on the door of the dorm. More knocks. The door slammed open. Footsteps. Voices. Shouting. Purple. Lots of purple. A girl with a bandana over her eyes. Hands. Duct tape. Mudkip noises. The group was surrounded.

"Meta Knight's aura!" Lucario shouted. "He's in trouble. We have to help him."

Sorry about that if it sounded a little cliche.

"I can help with that!", Phil Swift said loudly.

"Why…"

"Follow my lead!", the Flex Tape man chimed. Using some Flex Seal, he created a magical door that even Ridley could fit through. "C'mon, guys!"

The five awkwardly followed Phil Swift. Phil Swift kept humming Lucario's favorite song. It gave Lucario hope, sort of.

"Dog thing," Phil Swift commanded. "Where is the 'aura' coming from?"

"I-It's moving," Lucario responded. "But it appears to be headed-"

"What is it?", Green asked.

"Meta Knight is going to… the place our lunch table started."