A/N: Hello, everyone! And welcome back to Tales of Smash!
Now you may be thinking: "Another full chapter so soon?" Well...yes and no. You see I wanted to do something differently this time around. I was thinking about making these fun little shorts after every two full chapters of this story. Some of them come from ideas that wouldn't really be all that lengthy for a full chapter, while some others are just instantly thought of by me. This short being the latter.
I want to do a short after every two full chapters so this story can have a little more variety.
And I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but the names I decided to give both the Wii Fit Trainers will be forever known as Stacy & Alex. I needed to give them names so I don't have to constantly write Female/Male Wii Fit Trainer every time they're mentioned. Just thought I'd get that out the way.
Anywho, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros., that belongs to Masahiro Sakurai and Nintendo.
Chapter 3, Shorts: Angel Cookies
When it came down to Princess Peach's baking skills, she was an absolute master at it. From pies, cinnamon rolls, brownies, and thousands of cakes, the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom was the one to call when you needed some baked goods.
Most specifically cake.
And speaking of which, the princess herself was just taking out a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the oven. And boy oh boy, did they smell like the definition of heaven.
"Thank goodness they're done," Peach said as he placed the try of sweets on the counter before sniffing them. "And they smell just right! But, uh, maybe I should use less sugar next time..."
As the princess took off her oven mitts, Daisy came into the kitchen.
"Hey, Peach, could I use see you for a sec?" The princess of Sarasaland asked.
"Did Luigi forget the lights in the basement again?"
"...Yeeeeah..."
Peach sighed worryingly. "Ok, I'll help,"
The princesses then left the kitchen without a second to pass. Though as soon as they left, someone had peeked through the pantry. And that someone happened to be the light-winged angel, Pit.
The angel tiptoed his way over to the batch of sweets, glancing around to see if anyone else was nearby.
"I guess Miss Peach wouldn't mind if I ate just one cookie," The boy helped himself as he picked up the hardened sweet and absolutely demolished it whole. The taste of it sent the angel into a sugary daze.
It was truly that good.
Even though the angel limited himself to only one cookie, he just couldn't help tasting another. "Well, maybe I can have just another one,"
That was a complete lie.
He kept eating one after a other, then other, then other, then other, then other, then other, then other, then other, then other, then other, and wouldn't you know it, other one.
He couldn't really help the fact they tasted like heaven.
Only one more cookie sat on the once filled tray, and the angel was just about to pick it up. However, as soon as he placed his hand down on it, another hand had placed on top of his.
And that hand happened to belong to Young Link.
The two boys looked at each other, then the cookie, then at each other, then the cookie, then at each other again, and then the cookie. They both glared at one another before placing their hands back at their sides.
And then, they broke into a fight—a pathetic one as a matter of fact.
The two boys threw inconsistent slaps at each other as their little brawl continued as they exited the kitchen.
Their slap fight went on through the hallway, the living room, the dining room, the fitness room, the arcade, the observatory, the spa, the attic, the music room, Dr. Mario's office, the indoor pool, the ballroom, the library, the bowling alley, the conservatory, the tennis court, the backyard, the front yard, a nearby forest, a beach, a desert, a blizzarding mountain, a volcano, a sewer, across the ocean on a yacht, and all the way back into the kitchen.
Both the boys tussled as they entered the room as if they didn't just travel half across the world as if it was nothing.
"You're not getting that cookie!" Pit exclaimed, continuing his slaps.
"You already ate half of them!" Young Link additionally exclaimed, returning the favor.
"Ooo, a cookie," A seemingly innocent voice piped in among the boys' tussling.
They both looked around to find a singular Lemmy Koopa in his Clown Car munching down on the exact cookie that started their little slap brawl, their eyes as wide as saucers. And the Koopaling was quick to notice them.
"What?"
A/N: Thanks for reading another chapter of Tales of Smash! Or thanks for reading the first short of Tales of Smash!
I mostly want to make these shorts to fill in the void of waiting for another full chapter (even though this story isn't doing so well right now), so hopefully I can have more ideas in the future.
I was also thinking of having you guys possibly give me chapter ideas for the future, and I'll be sure to credit you! (Please nothing relating to fetishes, kinks, or anything of the sort).
If you want to, please leave a review! I would really appreciate it a lot!
Anyway, until next time!