Heyo! Haven't uploaded in AGES. Thought I'd make a new engaging fic to lighten everything up. Hopefully I'll get some time in the future but the thing is holidays ended and I've got extra classes to attend. Weekends are also very busy so I'm hoping I will be able to upload. Feel free to nag me.

P.S this is set in the same world as my previous fic (which I hope I can continue) and sometimes relates to events in my previous fic. (see Mario's Recovery in SSB section)

WARNING: Contains some content such as suicidal references which may trigger some people

Enjoy :)

Ace xxx

Again. It happened again. I pulled myself off the ground, reaching for my wrecked L hat and shook it off. L was right. L was for loser and what a better description for loser than me. I shake my head and exhaling deeply. Cap fixes up his falcon helmet and walks slowly towards me.

"GG Lu, you battled really well." Cap says encouraging me. I look over at him. His smile widens. I raise my eyebrow. The smile fades. It's all about routine. You battle. You lose. They smile. You make them stop. Mario says it's an ability he wishes he has. You want to have it when you're not at you home battlefield. I lost at my home today. Cap squawks like a falcon and a hoverboard arrives to him within a few seconds.

"Try working on the Twist & Turn powermove, Lu. It'll really help." Cap claps his hands and glides away. I sigh, dragging my beaten body towards my little mushroom hut, not far from the mansion. You're probably wondering why I don't live in the mansion and your answer is...the smash authorities won't let me. Before my fighting career, I lived happily in that mansion. When I started my career, the smash authorities said that my home battlefield was to be the mansion I lived in. To be honest, I was quite pissed and tried talking to them. They ignored me so I turned to Mario. Mario said that I could live in a mushroom hut next to his giant mushroom hut. I was quite confused why Mario didn't live in his galaxy home battlefield in the house on the planet and he said he moved out because of the loud battle noises. So now there's a useless empty house on a battlefield. Great work smash authorities.

I slump down on to my armchair and rest my aching leg. Cap cracked the edge of the two bones in my knee. He was doing a Twist & Turn powermove like me but it was more like Spin & Smash. I turned on the TV. There had to be some good matches going on right now. Sure enough, it was Incineroar vs Megaman. Poor Megaman. God he was going to get PULVERISED by Incineroar. Everyone knows Incineroar is a prodigy. He never loses. In fact, his streak has been wins since he began to perform the Wrestling Ring powermove. Damn if only I could have a power that insane. I decide to relax and forget that I have useless power moves.

Megaman goes in for a blast at Incineroar's stomach with his gauntlet. Shouldn't have done that I thought, shaking my head. Incineroar sidesteps, missing the blast by a millimeter and flips over another blast. Megaman really did fuck up. Incineroar goes for the swipe at his chest. Megaman dodges it obviously but was stupid enough to not see the counter attack. It's a broken rib and a half. Megaman doesn't want to show weakness though. That's a strength I wish I had. Incineroar does a Twist & Turn. I don't want to take notes though. I don't care. I realize he's about to pull a powermove. And win. Something I reckon I'll never do again.

Just then I hear a knock on my battered spruce door. I go to answer it seeing Mario standing there beaming at me. I lower my eyes to see a shiny golden Smasher Of The Year award. You'd expect me to care but I don't really. Mario wins an award at least once a week. Whether its a smasher of the year or not. The thing is, Mario isn't a prodigy. He's what you call an Imperium. It sort of means a prodigy who will always be a prodigy. There used to be a smasher by the name of King He was for sure a prodigy. He had winning streaks galore. Then one day it all just stopped. His magic had vanished. Wins turned to losses and he retired into the Meadow Kingdom. People go and visit him to learn of his Smash career in his small cozy cottage. I did once. Great place actually. He shows off his awards in a huge trophy case next to his kitchen. I wondered what it would be like to have that amount of trophies, awards and certificates. It pops up in my mind a lot.

"I did it Lu!" Mario shouts waving his arms at me. "I got 5 Smasher Of The Year awards in a row! I'm now classified as an Imperium! This is the best day ever!" 5 in a row? I swear he had ten. What about his bazillion Smasher Of The Month awards? Don't they count it for fuck's sake? Sorry, I just get enraged when people just don't respect him. Mario deserves a lot more then what he gets. The smash authorities are all about popularity and attraction. What's always in trend is new fresh faces that the audiences haven't seen before. Mario has been Smashing for years. Decades even. I started a little bit after he did but I've been in and out of the arena. For 2 years I took a break because I broke a bone in my spinal cord. I wasn't in that much pain. It's not that anyone should care anyway. The smash authorities always promote and advertise other prodigies like Corrin and Incineroar. They even advertise King ! The only promotion Mario ever got was one for the Oakland Kingdom Arena Tryouts. No one ever signs up for those because it's not a populated kingdom. And the ad only got put on the Treetop Kingdom billboard. Which everyone walks past but never pays any attention to. One of the things I love about Mario is that he doesn't care about these things. It doesn't bother him at all. He's an awesome brother. I hope he knows that.

We talk for a couple of hours before Mario leaves to attend a ceremony. I sit in silence in my dark living room. The TV flickers. Dang it. The darn black box. It's always breaking. I'll have to get one of the maintenance toads to come in and fix it. I think they're a bit sick of me. I don't blame them. I lie my head down on the hard striped pillows on my leather couch. I think of all the insults I've said about myself this past recount. I look around me. This home has no use to me. My mind then crosses to the thought about Waluigi. He committed suicide because of me. I started to hang out with Wario more than I should have. He took it personally. I felt like a piece of complete shit after listening to his suicide note. Not only did it make me cry but it nearly made me hurl to death. He hadn't done wrong in his life. Life had done wrong to him. If Waluigi was still watching upon me, I hope he knows that I hate myself for ignoring him completely. Then that word comes clear into my mind. Suicide. I try to flush it out of my head and think of something else but it sticks there. I never thought about it before. I think about how this past year has crumbled for me. I think about how I'd change it in every way. I think about how It'll never get better.

As night draws in, I remember the thoughts I had earlier. What would happen if I committed suicide? I don't reckon anyone would care. Not that they should. I'd have a great reason to too. Partially the same as Waluigi's. I guess...I don't want to think about it and I don't want to make it look like I just copied Waluigi. But why would anyone want to copy what Waluigi did? I just...I think...maybe. Potentially. If things go even more downhill...it's just a thought. It's not a complete decision. A thought. I rub my eyes. I felt broken. I needed to tell Mario about this. These dangerous, deadly thoughts. I'm so scared. I'm so fucking scared. If I do, and it's a big if, who would be impacted? Would anyone be impacted at all? I start to plan what I'm going to say to Mario.

I know what people mean now when they say their biggest fear is death.