The next day had arrived when Ponny had been awaken by the sudden flash of the morning sun through her window, subduing her face and causing her to flinch.
Opening her eyes, she noticed Mr. Game and Watch still sleeping soundly with a pillow in his arms. The Primid smiled a bit as the 2D fighter rested comfortably next to her, knowing that someone gave her a chance.
He's so nice to me Ponny thought, shifting her eyes to the door. He's the only one in the house that accepts me for who I am...
The morning light was still shining through the window, indicating for the Primid to get up. She gently nudged Game and Watch awake to start on today, hoping it will turn out better than yesterday.
The 2D fighter let out a groggy beep and then exited the room, leaving Ponny in the light.
Upon leaving her bedroom, she took notice of one of the fighters from the Ultimate house walking away from her door. The Primid realized that this one was none other than Isabelle, and she carried the insulting note in her hands.
"Morning, Ponny!" She squeaked, turning her head abruptly to the sound of the Primid waking up.
The only two things she could do were wave her hand and point at something in the crook of the Shi Tzu's arms. Isabelle shifted her attention to the paper she was carrying and opened her mouth to speak.
"Just... something," she replied sheepishly. "Nothing to worry about."
The dog fighter took off without hesitation, resulting in the Primid becoming confused. What? Ponny thought. As she was about to continue her little tread to the main lobby, two individuals from the Brawl House came running past her, tripping her over on purpose.
Ponny landed with a hard thud on the hallway floor. "Whoops! Sorry, Primid!" Wolf sneered, "didn't see ya there!!"
Both him and Lucario were laughing as they proceeded their usual tomfoolery as Ponny was left on the ground, nearly driven to tears.
Before she could even continue to cry, Marth lifted her up and brushed off her shoulders. "Are you alright there?" He asked calmly.
The Primid just smiled brightly and cupped her hands together in thankfulness.
The Hero-king proceeded to escort Ponny from her bedroom to the halls, hoping that none of the Brawl fighters continued their ongoing harassment towards her.
Meanwhile with Isabelle, she handed Master Hand the insulting note left on Ponny's bedroom door. Mario was inside the office with them, examining the note as he listened to the dog's explanation.
"The Brawl fighters did this! Whatever their intentions are, I will not let this stand!"
The red plumber shifted his glance towards the imperial Hand, who rubbed his fingers against the words of the note, reading it on repeat with the tips.
He moved his fingers to the bottom corner of the paper, where he could feel the Brawl signature.
The letter B was unmistakable and impossible to miss, since it was visible throughout the note. Master Hand snapped his fingers to Isabelle, who perked up in attention.
Mario's face grew worried as he looked at the Ultimate fighter, who seemed to be trembling in her seat.
The entire office fell into deep silence until Master Hand spoke for the first time during this conversation.
"Isabelle," he began, "we take issues regarding harassment, slander, and targeted bullying seriously here in the Smash House. It is no surprise that the Brawl House is acting up again."
Truly enough, this was not the first time something like this had happened. There have been reports of Wolf biting the heads off squirrels, Ike was stabbing innocent civilians, and so on and so forth.
The Brawlers have become supreme Bruisers for this alone. For this reason, they were sometimes tranquilized and put to sleep for only a few hours.
Mario exchanged his glances with Isabelle, who looked at Master Hand. They anticipated for his response to this issue, whereas he let out a detectable sigh.
"Okay, Izzy. I will talk to the Brawl House," he finally declared. "Until we get this issue resolved, I suggest you and Mario watch over Ponny."
The Shi Tzu fighter voiced her agreement alongside the red plumber and they both were about to leave the office, but not before Master Hand spoke again.
"If you suspect any suspicious behavior, don't hesitate to contact me or come by."
Nodding their heads, the party of two walked out the door. Left in the industrial shining of the fluorescent light bulbs, the Hand spirit shifted himself into the large window behind him.
Placing himself gently on the pane, he could feel the energy of numerous Smash fighters outside, training on their moves.
Cold sweat starts to emanate from his fingertips, indicating that his tears were slightly dropping from his spiritual body. "It has come down to this," he told himself.
"Would this mean... that I have to bring in my brother...?"