It had been a rainy miserable day at the Smash Mansion.

Samus had been busying herself by working out in the gym. Despite the separation between the mansion and the gym, it was a better option to run out into the rain then to stay in the mansion common room and have to listen to the constant irritating arguments given out by the other Smashers.

And even if Samus's friends were there, she rather enjoyed the rarity of silence and alone time.

She had her feet placed under a thick mat so that it would be easier for her to indulge in sit-ups, an exercise she always seemed to start out with.

This was nice. The tranquility surrounding her, the light pitter-patter of rain on the top of the metal roofing, the freshness of the air, and the reoccurring thought of the warm shower water she would be satisfied with after she finished up.

Thats when she felt it.

There was a quick, sharp pain that flashed through her ribs, causing her to stop.

The hell was that? She wondered, placing a hand on her rib cage. Maybe it was time for her to head inside and help herself to the warmth of coffee and shower water.

As she walked through the rain to get to the entrance of the mansion, she thought about the match she had lost to earlier that day. It was against Bowser.

She had fought him multiple times before and had always won, that's what he got for being so damn reckless, but this time she had agonizingly lost. Especially after his 'finishing' move, which was basically him smashing you into the ground with his spiked turtle shell. It had left Samus in a small ditch carved into the stage.

But after her loss, she got right back up and decided to train some more. Sure she hurt, but the doctor could wait. Her next match couldn't.

So there she had been, still training even hours after Bowser's triumph. It wasn't even that she wanted to beat Bowser. It was just losing in general that made her feel weaker and unprepared.

She pushed open the heavy doors of the Mansion, only to be met with the loud chatter of Falco, Fox, Ness, and a couple others arguing about who was more reliable when it came to betting.

"You can always count on Zelda to win a fight for ya!" Ness yelled at them. Zelda, cross-legged on a lounge chair, had her hand on her heart as if to symbolize her application, but her face showed concern.

"Thank you, Ness. But fighting isn't always the solution."

Ness bowed his head slightly, but then agreed. "Yeah.. I guess you're right!"

Samus, now soaking wet, tried to get past the group of people without being noticed. Unfortunately, she wasn't as invisible as she thought.

"Hey. That fight you gave was pretty pathetic today." Bowser boomed from a crossed the room, causing Samus to stop in her tracks.

"Oh shut up, Bowser." Rosalina cooed. She had been grooming Luma with a brush. "Not everyone is expected to win against you. Even though you are quite easy to defeat."

Peach giggled from the corner, causing Bowser to start an up-roar.

"HOW DID SHE LOSE THEN? ARE YOU SUGGESTING SHE'S JUST WEAK?!" The Koopa King roared.

"Oh calm down, Deamon-Turtle," Samus chuckled, "it's okay guys. I was just having an off day. I'll kick his ass another day."

"Oh, Samus! Your clothes are all wet!" Peach worried.

Leave it to Peach to be concerned about clothing, Samus mused.

"It's fine, Peach. I was just on my way to get changed."

She finally proceeded to her assigned room, occasionally dripping on the hallway carpet.

When she finally reached her room, she stood facing the door for a minute, examining it.

It was a dark auburn brown, with small chiseled lines forming a pattern. There was also the symbol that represented her game imprinted on it, to show that the room belonged to her.

But it wasn't the door she was focusing on. It was what it kept from her.

She slowly reached for the handle, turning it as quiet as possible. Then, she slammed it open.

Ah-ha, so she was correct.

The room was covered in darkness, but unable to hide the small creatures fidgeting around in her open drawers. They all looked up.

Pikmin, She thought with distain.

"Get the Hell outta my room, ya freaks." She growled at them, as they quickly scurried around her floor in panic. They had been pulling particles of clothing out of her drawers, one with a sock in hand, and the other with one of her bras.

Once she opened the door a tad wider, they saw their chance to escape and scuttled a crossed the floor and out into the hallway. She was sure to grab her bra from the yellow Pikmin whom had taken possession of it, before he brought it with him,

She slammed the door once they had all fled, and exhaled. She then stalked over to her bed and face-planted in the solace surface of her comforters.

This has become an increasing problem in the Smash Mansion, and no one knew why. They all knew that Captain Olimar wasn't some creepy pervert, hell, he didn't even talk. But he wasn't the problem. It was his stupid henchmen. One of these days one of those little brats would make a getaway with her underwear. Then what would happen?

She would have to talk to him about it tomorrow, but now.. now it was time to rest.

She closed her eyes and let the sleepy haze take control of her.