T Plus 1 Day
September was now in the rearview mirror, and it was time to usher in the month of October. Young children made heaping piles out of the vibrantly colored fallen leaves and jumped into them, only to rearrange the pile and repeat. Temperatures were a bit nippy in the morning, and you could see people walking around in jackets and sweaters and boots. It was expected to be a fairly sunny day, with a chance of light showers during the night.
Today was also the first full day of the new update patch. The shock had worn off, and now it was up to the Smashers to tailor their strategies to the changes made. However, the majority aimed to take advantage of the changes applied to one Smasher in their midst.
Spirits were generally bright as the Smashers sat down to breakfast. One table in the courtyard was occupied by the fighters involved in Project Nerf. Located next to a frosted-over windowpane, they could safely talk about their plans for the day, as well as for the coming month.
Falco blew on a spoonful of peaches-n-cream oatmeal before leveling it into his mouth. "I'm telling you guys, I still can't believe it," he said.
"Believe what? That we actually did it?" asked Dark Pit.
"Well, yeah, and that in retrospect, what I'd said to him that day was true," explained Falco. "The Smashers got tired of his f—ing combos and did something about it."
"But you still didn't expect us getting help from the inside, did you?" asked Marth.
"I can honestly say that I didn't expect Crazy Hand to be on our side, at all," admitted Falco, "but it was a welcome surprise, for sure. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have gotten this done in a month."
"And if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gotten Sakurai to contact Master Hand," said Rolf.
"Yeah, Falco," Roy said warmly. "We're proud of you."
"Hey," said Falco. "Had to do what I had to do."
"Anyone look at the schedule yet?" asked Kyle.
"Not yet," said Chase.
"I can't wait to see who gets to take their shot at Luigi today," giggled Kyle. "Oh, boy, is this great!"
"Say that again," said Steve.
"Maybe we'll get another chance to double-team him," said the other Steve, who went by "Stevie" to avoid confusion.
"I'd sure like to double-team him with someone sometime," grumbled Dark Pit.
"He deserves it," added Rolf.
"Hey," Koopa spoke up. "Wanna come over to my castle tonight and celebrate some more?"
Again? asked Mewtwo.
"We were almost caught the first time," said Roy.
"That's because I had Peach over," said Koopa. "I won't do the same this time."
"How about tomorrow night?" suggested Falco. "We just partied last night."
Koopa nodded. "Even better," he said. "I promised our three friends their own slice of my kingdom, including their own castles. I have to finish getting my paperwork in order."
"Maybe we should get them something, too," mused Marth.
"Good idea," said Chase.
"They helped us, after all," said Stevie.
"But we helped them, too. Project Nerf was their brainchild," said Falco. "And this—the opportunity to finally score a win or two over Luigi—is a reward in and of itself."
"Hear, hear," said the others.
"Just—be careful, all right?" cautioned Falco. "We don't want to arouse any suspicion."
Silence.
"But—we destroyed the evidence," said Chase. "There's nothing to worry about."
"Blabbing about it in the open is evidence enough," said Falco. "Remember, loose lips sink ships."
The occupants of the table exchanged looks as thoughts of a certain man in red descended on them.
"Okay, enough of that," said Falco, breaking the tension. "Let's get a jump on the day."
"Great idea," said Koopa.
"I'm in!" sang out Kyle.
They disposed of their trash and left the cafeteria, headed toward the bulletin board in the Main Hall.
"Looks like we're the first ones here," said Koopa as they crowded round the day's matchups, scanning the paper for their names.
Kyle gave a shout of joy. "I'm fighting him!"
"Mewtwo and I are in a free-for-all with him!" laughed Rolf.
"I'm fighting him again!" exclaimed Koopa. "Awesome!"
"And I'm his first match of the day!" cackled Dark Pit. "Are you guys gonna watch or what?"
"You'd better believe it," said Falco.
"How about you, Falco? Are you fighting Luigi?" asked Marth.
"Nope."
"You don't sound too upset," said Roy.
"I'm in no rush to fight him," shrugged Falco. "You guys…?"
"I'm his second-to-last," said Marth.
"Hey! Look at this!" shouted Chase. "Look at that plumber's last match of the day!"
Everyone obliged—and gaped.
"It's that turncoat!" hissed Marth.
"You guys," said Falco. "I think he had a good reason for leaving. Not that I'm defending him or anything."
"No sense wasting your anger on him," Koopa said brightly. "Crazy Hand's got him under control. He got him to sign on to our next scheme. It's the perfect revenge."
"I still can't wait to face him on the battlefield," said Marth.
We all share that sentiment, Mewtwo put in.
"But for now, let's enjoy the blessings Project Nerf has given us!" said Roy.
"I gotta get ready for my match," said Dark Pit. "See you guys!"
"See ya!" With that, the group dispersed to prepare for their own matches.
1.1.1
Why, oh, why did I ever get mixed up with those a—holes?
Chad Wrainwright repeated that question over and over in his head. It had been playing on loop since those patch notes came in yesterday. Why did he decide to get salty rather than practice? Why did he throw in his lot with those three brothers? Why did he think that Luigi needed a nerf anyway? Why, why, why?
He could hardly hold his razor steady as he shaved last night's stubble from his face, leaving behind his now-trademark Van Dyke beard. Then, he combed and brushed his dark hair and trimmed his eyebrows. Chad was a pretty handsome man, with an angular face, square jaw and tall, muscular physique. After peering at his reflection, he pulled on a pair of blue jeans, a gray, long-sleeved shirt and black sneakers with white stripes on them, followed by a sports watch.
Staring at himself in the mirror again, Chad felt at ease. Maybe this would all blow over soon, and the Mario Bros wouldn't have to know.
"Chad, you are one good-looking S.O.B., and you've also got a lot of heart," he said to his reflection. "Don't you ever forget that." He winked at himself before heading to the cafeteria.
Peaches and cream oatmeal and fresh fruit were on the menu this morning. Chad got himself a piping hot bowl of the former and carefully steered his tray toward an open spot. It was then that his eye fell on—her.
She was a platinum blond young woman, tall and slim, wearing a dark turquoise top and a lavender undershirt with a turquoise skirt and purple ankle boots. A sparkling, silver watch was on her wrist. Blue-green eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, lashes accentuated with mascara. Light makeup was on her heart-shaped face, her plump lips sparkling with light pink gloss. Presently, she daintily skimmed off the top of her oatmeal and blew on it before leveling it into her mouth.
Chad realized that his mouth was agape and quickly closed it. "E-excuse me, miss," he said nervously.
The woman's eyes met Chad's gray ones. "Hi," she said.
"Is it okay if I sit here?"
She smiled. "Sure." She scooted over, making room for him.
Chad placed his tray on the table before settling into the spot next to her. "Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome."
"My name's Chad, by the way."
"Mine's Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie. Today's my first official day as a Smasher."
Chad grinned. "Welcome," he said.
"How long have you been here?" asked Charlie.
"Since November of last year. This is my first Smash tournament. Before then, I was a spectator."
"Did you ever want to be a Smasher?"
Chad bit his lip. "If you could say that," he said. "I was trained in a lot of fighting styles, but—the idea never came to me until recently."
"How does it feel to be part of this tournament?"
"It feels like it's helping me mature," Chad said honestly. "How about you?"
"It's been a dream of mine, too. You want to know why?"
"Why?"
Charlie pointed in Luigi's direction. "Him."
Chad's stomach lurched. "Him?"
"I've watched him, tournament after tournament, sporting event after sporting event, kart race after kart race," explained Charlie. "I heard about the times he deliberately put himself in danger to save Mario. Despite what people say about him, he's a hero in his own right. And I want to defend him from the hate he's getting."
"Luigi does inspire others," conceded Chad.
"Like with this patch. His down throw was nerfed, and he was a little upset a first. But he wasn't down for long. Most of his life, he's gotten back up and journeyed on."
"Yeah," Chad said distractedly.
Charlie looked at him. "Something on your mind?" she asked.
"Charlie—there's something I have to tell you," said Chad.
"Okay."
"I'm flawed. I wasn't always a nice person. I used to be—an entitled brat. I've done things that I'm not necessarily proud of."
"What things?"
"I used to party hard, guzzling alcohol and—worse things. It got to the point that I couldn't even enjoy a simple cheeseburger anymore. So, around 2003, I started cleaning up my act. Unfortunately, I still had a bit of a short temper, and my first instinct was to get salty over things. I joined the fourth Smash tournament, hoping that I'd become a better man, but let me tell you, it wasn't easy."
"It never is."
"I—hate to have to tell you this, but—I used to be a total jerk to Luigi. For some reason, I thought I was better than him. And I used to complain to Master Hand about him. One day, we were paired in a Team Battle, and I just—sat back and let him do most of the fighting. Afterward, I was shaking hands with our opponents, who were friends of mine, when I saw the look on Luigi's face. He looked so—exhausted and so broken. And that was when everything changed. The next day, I apologized to him, and I've been working to earn his friendship since."
"Some of the people here didn't think highly of Luigi initially," said Charlie. "You see that costumed racer? He used to be a smug S.O.B back in the day because of some tier list. And that vulpine over there? He used to look down at Luigi. Both of them changed their ways. Others—don't."
"Maybe the other salty people who whined about Luigi will change their ways, like I did," Chad said hopefully.
"Yeah," said Charlie. "Maybe."
There was a comforting beat between them.
"You're really opening up to me," Charlie said finally. "Why?"
"I just—have a feeling about you," Chad replied. "So far, you've been a good listener."
"Sometimes, it pays to listen," said Charlie.
"Maybe—we can meet up again sometime?"
Charlie blushed. "Sure. Uh—let me give you my number."
"Thanks," said Chad as he, too, blushed.
The two exchanged phone numbers, and then Charlie finished her oatmeal.
"It was lovely to meet you, Chad," she said as she dumped her trash into the nearest bin.
"Same here, Charlie."
She tossed him a wave, and Chad watched contentedly as she walked out of the cafeteria.
1.1.1
After breakfast, Chad returned to his room, swapping out his long-sleeved shirt for a more comfortable tank top and slid on a pair of workout gloves to protect his hands. Now clad in more fight-worthy attire, the New England native strode to the Main Hall to look at his schedule. His stomach dropped when he saw the day's final opponent—Luigi.
Does he know? Does he suspect me? I didn't even try to hide my contempt. Chad let out a breath. Even after turning over a new leaf, he didn't consider himself among Luigi's friends. No doubt, Luigi was still thinking about how Chad used to treat him. Things like that didn't just automatically go away. Like with Falco's little outburst. Both Mario Bros had let go of their anger the day before the nerf, but Chad could only wonder how long they could keep to that resolution.
"There he is. There's the turncoat!"
Chad whirled. Standing there were the two Steves, wearing matching looks of extreme hate.
"Hey, I don't want any trouble, all right?" Chad said calmly.
"Oh? The traitorous ex-member of Project Nerf doesn't want trouble?" sneered Steve. "We trusted you, man! You had a lot of potential!"
"Potential I could use elsewhere," said Chad, "and furthermore, what gives you the right to harass me?"
"You bailed on us, and you're treating that as something heroic," spat Stevie. "Now, you're embarking on some epic quest for redemption. You really don't think it's that easy, do you? Cutting us out of your life, and suddenly you're the good guy?"
"I don't think like that at all," snapped Chad. "Hardly a day goes by when I'm not haunted by my actions. In fact, you should be happy I 'bailed'! Your so-called operation was dragging me back into a dark place!"
"Oh, of course—your dark and troubled past as an irresponsible party animal," said Stevie as he and Steve advanced on Chad. "Y'know, frankly, we don't give a d—n about your little redemption quest. We treated you like a brother, and you grievously betrayed us. Because—what? Luigi gave you puppy-dog eyes after that Team Battle?"
"It wasn't like that!" barked Chad. Lowering his voice, he said, "It wasn't. I had good reason for leaving Project Nerf, and that's the truth."
"You and the truth, strutting around the Smash Mansion, kissing up to the Mario Bros," Steve said contemptuously as he and Stevie cracked their knuckles. "We live in the presence of great truth. And that is the truth that you left behind—right there on that bulletin board!"
"I really don't have time for your b.s.," Chad said fearlessly. "There was a time when I considered you my friends, but now, you're just toxic influences. You befriended me just because I didn't care much for Luigi. Now that I've seen how I hurt him, you want nothing to do with me. And I want nothing to do with you."
Steve turned red. "You take that back!" he yelled.
"Well, you're the big man," challenged Chad. "Make me."
"Okay, you asked for it!"
The two Steves stepped toward Chad, who put up his fists. With a series of lightning fast martial arts moves, he subdued Steve first, and then he took down Stevie. The scuffle was over in minutes.
"Hey! What's going on here?" Eden demanded as she and a few Mii security guards arrived on the scene.
"They attacked me," Chad calmly explained. "I defended myself."
"He started it!" Steve accused as he lay in a heap.
"No, you were ganging up on me, and I felt threatened," Chad stated evenly.
"Whatever beef you have, I'm sure Master Hand can arrange for you to settle it on the battlefield," Eden said sternly. "I'll let this slide once, because I'm inclined to believe your story, Chad. But if I catch you engaging in another unsanctioned fight, it's straight to MH's office you go. Are we clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Chad.
"Yes, ma'am," the two Steves sullenly mumbled.
Slowly, Chad's adrenaline cooled as his two antagonists got to their feet.
"So, what do you say?" Eden asked brightly. "Are you three friends again?"
Chad rolled his eyes and offered his hand in a conciliatory gesture. "I may be swift to action, but I'm prepared to forgive and forget, if you'll have me. I've got better things to do with my time than nurse some silly old grudge. It's just that you turned up here and accused me of committing a crime, which I surely didn't. I don't know about you, but I wanna move on with my life."
The two Steves had no choice but to accept the handshake, as Eden and her companions were watching like a hawk. But their eyes warned Chad that this was far from over.
"Ready for your matches, Chad?" asked Eden.
"Yup," said Chad. Pointedly, to the two Steves, he added, "You have yourselves a nice day, guys."
With that, he walked out with his head held high.
1.1.1
Minutes later, Chad was seated in the second row of the stands, right behind Mario, a program in his lap. The man in red turned to greet him.
"Hey, Chad," said Mario. His tone was affable enough, but the New Englander wasn't going to push his luck.
"Hi, Mario," Chad replied. "How's it coming?"
Mario shrugged. "I don't know. I'm still trying to process this."
"Me, too," Chad said softly.
Mario's sea-blue eyes studied Chad. He was different altogether from the arrogant b—d who'd arrived at the start of this tournament. But he could never forget that he used to want this. He'd ranted in Master Hand's office about this. And now he was friendly with Luigi? The red-clad plumber wasn't sure if he could stomach that.
"So," said Chad. "It's Dark Pit?"
"Dark Pit," said Mario.
"Boy," said Chad. "A lot of people are blatantly rooting for him out there."
Mario nodded.
"Wh—what's wrong?" asked Chad.
"People are using this nerf as an excuse to attack Luigi," explained Mario, "and I don't like that."
"Trust me, the euphoria will die down soon enough," Chad assured him.
"And if it doesn't?" challenged Mario.
Chad sighed. "I don't know, M. I just don't know."
The stage lights snapped on, revealing the Kalos Pokémon League stage. First, Dark Pit gently descended onto the platform and struck a pose. He smirked as his fellow conspirators cheered. Then, he saw the three brothers sitting in the front row, opposite Mario, Peach and Chad.
"Get him, Pittoo!" whooped Vince.
Normally, Dark Pit wasn't hot for that nickname, but he was willing to make several exceptions. He waved to the crowd and started to psych himself up for the fight.
Across from him, a Warp Pipe appeared, and Luigi hopped out, invigorated and ready to fight. He wore a mustard-colored shirt and hat with green overalls, a Timex watch on his right wrist. Cheers erupted from Mario and Chad's side of the spectator area. From his seat, Chad studied Luigi, trying to unlock the secrets behind the focused facial expression. Blue eyes smoldered into Dark Pit, but the dark angel just stared smugly at him. He already had this fight in the bag.
Master Hand's booming voice started the match. "3…2…1…GO!"
"C'mon!" said Pittoo, spinning his blades and trying to provoke Luigi. "I'm right here!"
But Luigi didn't take the bait, instead hanging back and waiting for the dark angel to charge. He had a nasty habit of spamming his electroshock things, something Luigi vowed he'd exploit in the future. But right now, Dark Pit settled for dancing out of Luigi's reach and talking smack about his nerf.
"Whatcha waiting for? Aren't you gonna try and combo me?" Pittoo asked mockingly. On those words, he danced in, slashed, and then danced back out. "Whoops, you missed me!"
"It occurs—did he get any practicing done before this fight?" Chad asked in a low voice.
Mario rolled his eyes. "I doubt it. But Luigi was in there most of the morning after breakfast, training hard."
"Well, that says a lot, doesn't it? If Pittoo wasn't practicing…"
"You don't have to say anything," Mario cut him off.
Luigi's practice showed in his approach to this fight. Whenever the dark angel attempted to spam that move, the plumber simply dodged. He weaved in close, slamming precise blows into his opponent's body. But when he tried to grab, Dark Pit would simply laugh and jump away. The dark angel was quickly turning this into a spectacle at Luigi's expense. Sportsmanship was all but thrown out the window as Pittoo spewed taunts, mockery and insults at his foe regarding the combos which no longer existed. Chad shook his head in disgust. Mario's face was stone. Peach's posture remained regal and calm, but Chad could see everything in her eyes.
"Hey, Pittoo!" Chad barked down at the dark angel. "Less talking and more fighting, huh?"
Dark Pit glowered at Chad. He'd never forgive him for bailing as he had. Then, he focused that burst of anger on stopping Luigi's approach, slashing and slicing his twin blades, keeping him camped out.
"Where are your combos now?" snickered Dark Pit.
Coldly, Luigi sent a Super Jump Punch into his opponent's smirking mug. Dark Pit simply spat blood from his mouth and guffawed.
"A marshmallow can hit harder than that," he taunted.
He danced and flitted here and there, Luigi doing the same thing.
"Yeah. You're not so super now. Not without those combos." Dark Pit just didn't know when to STFU. "Yeah. Look at you. You're not so bad. You're not so tough. You fight like [bleep], man. C'mon, you scared now? You scared? You'd better be. Let's see you combo out of this."
"Oh, my God," sighed Lauren, sitting on Mario's other side.
"Hang in there, Luigi," whispered Mario.
"Can't MH hear this?" asked Chad.
"I don't know. Hope so," murmured Peach.
Pittoo shot off a few arrows and swiped with his blades, but mostly continued to shoot off his mouth about Luigi's defunct combos and how he was nothing without them and so on and so forth. Pittoo's fans couldn't get enough of it, while the rest sat there, appalled by this display. Several times, Luigi managed to grab Pittoo, only for his muscle memory to keep throwing him off. The new combos hadn't been hammered in quite yet, but they were close. But Luigi kept breathing, refusing to give up, trying to tune out the slew of insults.
"Oh, boy, is this great," chortled Falco.
Vince had his hands crossed behind his head. "Indeed," he said.
"Although," Manny chimed in, "There's a bit of work required on Dark Pit's part. Luigi still has some moves he needs to watch out for."
"Bah," said Falco. "Let him have his fun."
"But look at him, Falco. He's barely doing anything—except grandstanding," Shane put in. "I thought we did this to give people a better advantage in a fair fight."
"Yeah, that and also to get at Luigi," shrugged Falco.
"You all should be happy that those combos are defunct," cautioned Manny, "but don't let it distract you. Just a pointer for the future, is all."
Meanwhile, Eden and Charlie sat next to Lauren, seething. Oh, how they wanted to wipe that look off of Dark Pit's face!
"When is he gonna quit showing off and fight?" growled Charlie.
"Maybe after another Super Jump Punch," huffed Lauren.
"I hope it's not always gonna be like this," groaned Eden.
"Oh, trust me," said Mario. "It is."
"Are you gonna talk to Master Hand, discuss your suspicions?" prompted Lauren.
"Yeah. Later today," Mario said distractedly.
"Yeah! You're nothing! You're a loser!" Dark Pit was sneering, getting right into Luigi's face.
Half of the audience gasped in horror. The words flickered across Luigi's face. His jaw was clenched. His eyes were flint.
"Easy, Lil' Bro," cautioned Mario. "Easy."
"Heh. I don't know why I'm even bothering with you right now. You should just forfeit. It'll save you a lot of pain."
"Aw, man, STFU!" Charlie shouted down at him.
"Yeah! Stop strutting around and fight!" Lauren led the charge.
Dark Pit struck a few poses before twirling his twin blades again. "You're not ready!" he crowed.
"No," muttered Chad. "You're not ready."
With each hurtful phrase leaving Pittoo's mouth, Luigi fought with greater finesse and caution. Curiously, this was a sure sign that he was growing frustrated and upset, even angry. While others started raging out, Luigi kept it focused inward, because flying into a temper wouldn't do anything, now would it? He hoped that ignoring this bluster would cause Dark Pit to get bored and put an end to it. It didn't.
He did manage to silence the angel temporarily with his Super Jump Punch and his back-throw, which resembled the usual way of getting rid of a certain pesky, princess-snatching reptile. His back throw was his strongest throw, after all, and it was his best way to take a stock when he was in a jam. Unfortunately, Dark Pit also liked flinging Luigi around, to the pleasure of his fans. Even worse, each time Luigi tried to pull of a new combo he'd been practicing, he'd go right into an old one instead. People hooted and jeered whenever he did this, and the dark angel wrested the advantage from him quite easily. Chad joined Mario, Peach, Lauren, Charlie, Eden and the rest of Luigi's fans in cheering and encouraging, and Luigi rallied, but it was barely any use. Dark Pit won the match.
"Nice try," Pittoo sniggered as he posed one last time.
Good-naturedly, Luigi applauded and offered a handshake. Dark Pit leaned in as if to accept, and then gave him the finger before skipping off.
"Well done, my man," said Falco, high-fiving him. "Very well done."
Pittoo grinned. "Thanks."
Neither Mario Bro failed to notice this.
1.1.1
"You wanted to see me?" asked Master Hand.
"Yes, sir," replied Mario, settling into a chair in the office.
It was mid-morning. The day's matches were in full-swing, and like yesterday, the norm was to whale on Luigi as much as they could without getting into trouble. The plumber had winded them briefly with Smash attacks, but any notion of hope was always yanked from his reach at the last second. Mario and others had watched as the likes of Marth, Roy, Steve, Stevie and Rolf humiliated Luigi and tried to break him down. And now, the man in red was tired of it and decided to seek out the Hand of Creation for help.
"What's on your mind, Mario?" asked MH.
"First of all, most of Luigi's opponents this morning have been—abusive, as of late," said Mario. "They're throwing his nerf in his face and saying these things—have you noticed this?"
MH sighed heavily. "I've already had a private talk with them earlier. But I shall call a meeting later today regarding this matter. This is quite—strange. No one has ever reacted to an update patch in this manner before."
"Which brings me to my second point," said Mario. "Something about this patch seems—off."
"Do explain," said MH.
Mario took a deep breath. "Based on the display I've witnessed so far," he began, "I have a feeling that the nerf on Luigi's down throw was—deliberately planned."
MH cocked himself to the side. "Why do you think that?"
"First of all, the update patch announcement came out of the blue," explained Mario. "Second of all, Luigi's combos were the only mechanic everyone was upset about. And when Mr. Sakurai came over to deliver the patch notes, I sensed—something—about him. I really think you were manipulated regarding this, Master Hand. It can't be a coincidence that Sakurai contacted you just weeks after people started screaming at you about my baby bro. The other stuff just feels—hastily tacked on."
"I see," MH mused after a beat. "However, I want you to know that update patches aren't used to hurt people. They intend to help them."
"This one just feels different," said Mario.
"Yes, I understand that, but you don't have any evidence supporting this claim," MH told him.
"No, I just have a hunch," sighed Mario.
"I cannot go by hunches alone, but regardless, I'm willing to launch an investigation into this matter," said MH. "Harassment of any kind won't be condoned in this tournament, and if I find that one or several of my Smashers sought to subvert this tournament, then they will be disciplined accordingly."
Mario smiled. "Thank you, Master Hand."
"In the meantime, I would advise you not to think about it too much," MH told him. "Luigi needs you at this moment more than ever, as he's trying to navigate this new environment. Talking about conspiracies isn't going to offer him emotional support, is it?"
"No—I guess not."
"But I assure you, if something comes up, I'll be sure to let everyone know."
Mario rose from his seat and shook MH's pointer finger. "I'd prefer it if you kept this between you and me," he said. "I'll see you around, Master Hand."
On those words, he briskly exited the office.
MH turned to CH, who had watched the exchange with great interest. "Do you know anything about this?" he asked.
"No, dear brother," CH calmly responded. "Nothing at all."
MH pressed a button on his intercom. "Send them in," he said.
Not long passed before four well-muscled Mii Fighters walked into the office. Their names were Jimmy, Timmy, Remy and Rory.
"Master Hand," the quartet said in unison.
"Hello, boys," greeted MH. "I have an assignment for you."
He gave each Mii a copy of a photo. "I want you all to keep a close eye on this Smasher," he said. "He's a very loose cannon. And we can't afford to let him go off."
1.1.1
Vince, Manny and Shane sat in Koopa's room, skimming over some documents, pen in hand. Occasionally, they took sips from the drinks Koopa mixed for them. As for the turtle himself, he sat across from the three brothers, eating his lunch.
"You guys are well-trained in this, aren't you?" asked Koopa.
"Yup," said Shane. "We were always taught to read a document before signing it, even if the person drawing it up is a good friend."
"Good men, all of you," said Koopa. "Wait—you consider me a friend?"
"Sure, we do," said Vince. "We spent the past month helping each other."
Koopa sighed heavily. "I don't have a lot of friends," he said. "Two of them are on vacation right now, but they'll be back soon. Aside from my generals and my minions, I barely have anyone. And maybe that's why I'm the way I am."
"Hey," said Manny. "You have us."
Koopa blushed. "Gee—thanks, guys," he said sincerely.
Shane was the first to sign his documents, followed by Vince and finally Manny.
"Are you aware that I require a property tax paid once a year?" asked Koopa.
"Yes, sir."
"And that you're also required to pay for the electricity, gas, and other utilities?"
"Yes."
"Great," said Koopa. "I see that you watched the virtual tour of your properties earlier this morning."
"We did."
"Perfect. Tonight, I'll show you around in person. Trust me, you're gonna love your new castles."
"We'll take your word for it," said Vince. "It was a pleasure doing business with you."
"Likewise," said Koopa, shaking hands with the brothers.
"And our advice for when you fight Luigi," said Manny. "Keep your head in the game. His down throw may be nerfed, but he still has a lot of powerful attacks in his arsenal."
Koopa blinked. "I'll keep that in mind. In exchange for your advice, I must warn you of something—or should I say, someone."
"Mario," said Vince.
"I overheard him in Master Hand's office, asking questions."
"Any proof of our association was incinerated," Shane reminded him.
"Yeah, but—I have a bad feeling about him," shuddered Koopa. "You three need to be careful."
"Never fear, Koopa," said Manny. "We'll make sure to cover our tracks."
"See you tonight," said Koopa as he let the trio out.
"See ya!" the brothers sang out.
Once they left, Koopa shut the door after them and finished his lunch. He could hardly wait for his match against Luigi. This nerf surely made life as a villain easier, and he knew just how he was going to celebrate…
1.1.1
The afternoon was just as bad as the morning, perhaps worse. Close to half of the spectators screamed terrible, hateful things at Luigi whenever he was on the battlefield. Rolf and Mewtwo battered him mercilessly during their free-for-all, as did Kyle. Some of the afternoon's opponents were more respectful of the plumber, but it was cold comfort at best. Still, Luigi wouldn't break. All he needed was more practice. It was a hard trek back up, but it would be done.
Later, Luigi floated on his back on the surface of the indoor pool, staring at the ceiling. The water was cool, lapping against his back, his body bobbing like a buoy. He lay there, spread-eagled, the floating sensation calming his nerves. He needed all the Zen he could get before his next fight.
Taking in a deep breath, he allowed his body to drop beneath the surface, the sounds around him growing subdued. He moved gently forward through this silent world, the silence broken only by occasional sloshing and gurgling from the pool's filtration system. Gracefully, he slid against the pool's smooth bottom. It appeared light blue, broken up by those black tiles. He glanced up and saw the pool's surface, glassy and wrinkly, letting in the lights from the ceiling and projecting it in the form of patterns against the walls. Additional lights, pool lights, bathed the bottom like sunlight. Luigi trailed a few fingers against the bottom and he continued to propel himself quietly through this oasis. A steady stream of bubbles issued from his nostrils, tickling his face as they floated upwards. The coolness enveloped him in a comforting embrace, further eradicating the stress. It lifted his hair, waving it about, and caressed the back of his neck. No words could describe how good it felt.
His eyes started to sting, and his lungs started to ache. Pushing himself off the pool's bottom, Luigi slowly and deliberately floated back up to the surface. Surfacing too quickly could be harmful, after all.
He emerged with barely a splash, heralding his return to the real world with a big gasp, readjusting his eyes to the halo of light around him. After blinking the water out of his eyes, he kicked over to the ladder and hoisted himself out of the pool, his steps a little shaky. His towel and clothes waited on one of the deck chairs. He tipped his head to the side to get the excess water out of his ears. Then, he grabbed the towel, dried himself off, stripped off his briefs and wrapped the towel around his waist before taking his clothes and going over to the pool's changing room to put them on.
A few moments later, Luigi re-emerged, now attired in an orange and navy ensemble, an orange hat on his head. He felt strangely—new. As if his former self had been shed in that pool. Smiling, the plumber strode determinedly out of the room. He hoped to clock in some time in the Training Area before his next bout.
1.1.1
"Is that him?" asked Rory, pointing to the figure who'd just leaped from a Warp Pipe.
"Nope, that's his brother," said Remy, rolling his eyes. He pointed to the man three rows down from them, in the middle seat. "That's him."
"Oh. Of course." Rory blushed a little at his error. "Funny that MH wants us to keep tabs on him."
"Remember what he said—he's a loose cannon. His brother's just been nerfed, and people are making his life Hell for it—he has good cause to be one." Remy popped a French fry into his mouth. "You have a brother, don't you?"
"A sister, actually," Rory said smartly. "Her name's Amy. She writes me every Saturday. Heaven help anyone who gives her grief."
"So, you understand," said Remy.
"Of course, I do. MH is worried about how Mario will express his protectiveness. He just doesn't want the guy to break the rules, all right?"
"Mario, break the rules?" Remy chuckled. "He's our poster child. He's the perfect hero. Everyone wants to emulate him in some way. That portly plumber is the nicest fellow you'll ever meet."
Rory nodded. "He's a nice guy, all right. Which makes him especially unpredictable. He also takes the role of the elder brother very seriously. If something happens to Luigi, then Mario will beat himself up over it because he wasn't there to protect him. And trust me, he will find the party—or parties—responsible."
"Well—you can't protect your siblings from everything," Remy mused, "but you can at least try."
On the stage, Koopa dramatically entered amidst a wall of flames. Remy and Rory groaned.
"I wouldn't mind turning my back while M gives that turtle a pounding," grumbled Rory.
"You and me both, pal," said Remy. "You and me both."
The match started.
Seated not far from Remy and Rory were Jimmy and Timmy.
"Okay—what are we supposed to do again?" asked Timmy.
Jimmy pointed to Mario. "All we have to do is shadow our man," he said. "Then, we report his activities to MH. And we swing into action if we suspect him about to fly off the handle."
"Yeah—I know that part," huffed Timmy. "I just want to know—what's the point in doing it like this? Treating Nintendo's mascot like some bad guy?"
"Ah, Tim-Tim—we're just looking out for him," said Jimmy, clapping Timmy on the shoulder. "In our own way, of course. MH just doesn't want him to do something stupid."
"Like—what? That's what I'm confused about," clarified Timmy. "Like—pick fights with the people antagonizing Luigi?"
"And do something he'll regret," said Jimmy. "I'm telling you, if he makes a rash decision, then it'll stay with him forever."
"How do you know he's going to make a rash decision?" asked Timmy.
Jimmy grinned. "I don't!"
A beat. Then, the two laughed.
"Trust me, Timbo," said Jimmy. "MH know what he's doing."
"A waste of time, so far," scoffed Timmy. "He's just sitting there, innocently."
"Careful," warned Jimmy. "It's only a matter of time. I can feel it."
"What are you, the Big Brother Whisperer?" snickered Timmy.
"It's just—Tim, I love you like a brother. And if anyone harmed you, I'd be on the warpath."
"Aw, thanks, Jim," said Timmy. "I feel the same toward you."
"So, I guess I can relate to Mario and how he operates."
"We all can relate to him," Timmy said softly. "Maybe that's why he's so appealing."
"That being said, you can't let your guard down," cautioned Jimmy. "Stay vigilant and stay alert. Look for warning signs in his behavior. Because MH is bound to blame us if Mario does something."
Timmy shuddered a little. "I'll keep that in mind," he said.
1.1.1
Sitting there, beside Peach, Lauren, Charlie and Eden, Mario knew he was being watched. For what reason, he didn't know, but he knew it wasn't for a good reason. Peach's gloved hand was enfolded in his as he watched the match. The Mushroom Princess exchanged uneasy looks with Lauren as she observed her love's eerily calm disposition.
"I meant to ask—how did your chat with MH go?" asked Peach.
"He said he'd investigate," said Mario. "I don't think he believes me."
"Yet," clarified Peach.
"Yeah," chirped Lauren. "He needs to get proof first."
"This isn't proof enough?"
"It's proof that people are enjoying it a tad too much," offered Eden. "Not proof that the nerf was deliberately planned."
"Whoever wanted to plan something like this had to be smart and destroy all the evidence," said Charlie.
Sitting a row behind them, Chad's heart skipped a beat. Should I tell them?
Mario said nothing. His eyes were intense, mouth a hard line. Something brewing in his eyes. What was it? It was pain, frustration and hate, all riddled into one. Peach wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling his pulse beating against the crown of her head.
"Whatever you're thinking of doing," she entreated. "Don't."
The match continued to rage, in Koopa's favor. Luigi was, as always, doing what he could, but he couldn't stop messing up. There were people ceaselessly hooting with laughter, yelling at the plumber and holding up demeaning signs. Ushers would ask them to put these signs away, which they did—only to put them back up when their backs were turned. By now, Luigi's face was as flushed as his bro's, and he was sweaty and covered in slashes. But his determination remained unmovable.
"You stupid plumber," chuckled someone behind Mario.
"Serves him right," added another. "Let's see him strut around the Smash Mansion now."
Mario managed not to make eye contact.
On the other side of the battlefield, even Vince was starting to get impressed by Luigi's gutsy tenacity. "He's not gonna give up," he said.
His brothers shook their heads, just as awestruck.
"And now," Vince went on, "I really don't want him to."
1.1.1
After the matchup between Koopa and Luigi, Master Hand summoned everyone to the auditorium. The Smashers arrived in due time and sat, cross-legged, in neat rows on the floor. Sporting a stern expression, MH floated before them.
"Good afternoon, Smashers," he said.
"Afternoon," everyone echoed.
"The reason I summoned you is because of something one of you told me earlier this morning," said MH, giving a meaningful glance to Mario. "According to this Smasher, some of you have been using this tournament as an excuse to antagonize Luigi because his down throw was nerfed."
Dead silence.
"I've also observed some behavior supporting that accusation," MH went on. "Audience members were yelling horrible things at Luigi. Most of his opponents, and you know who you are, were fighting dirty. It's unacceptable! I didn't release this update patch to give you a punching bag! I released it to address your concerns to the best of my ability. You never acted this way over previous update patches, and there's no excuse for this one. I intend to maintain a spirit of friendly competition in this tournament, and I will no longer tolerate the egregious acts I witnessed earlier today. If this reprehensible behavior continues, then I'll have no choice but to invoke the tournament's zero tolerance policy and take further action. Am I clear on that?"
"Yes, Master Hand," said the others.
"This Smasher also tells me that this update patch may have been the result of covert manipulation," said MH. "While I agree that there was a lot of internal pressure behind this patch, there is no evidence that this is true. But mark my words, I do not like being manipulated, especially for malicious means. As of now, I am launching an investigation into this matter. And trust me, I can and will find proof that this patch was deliberate. If anyone knows anything about these accusations, then I strongly suggest you speak up now. Because you know who you are, and you know what you did. I'll find out sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner."
Steve and Stevie gave Chad a look begging him to speak up. Chad glanced around and saw the same looks from other conspirators. Quickly, Chad closed his mouth.
"Good boy," cooed Stevie.
"What was that, Stevie?" asked MH.
"Nothing, Master Hand," Stevie said quickly.
"The timeline leading up to this patch is too strange of a coincidence, I admit," said MH. "Only three weeks after the complaining started, Sakurai contacted me over altering the mechanics of this tournament. A very timely response, perhaps. But when I started discussing Luigi's opinions, Sakurai got a little—hot. I understand that L is lobbying him to get someone he loves into this tournament, but I hope he's not taking it personally. I couldn't help but feel a slight—twinge—during my meetings with Sakurai, that something sinister was behind all of this. Initially, I dismissed it as ridiculous superstition, but based on the antics I've witnessed over the past two days and this Smasher's visit to my office, I'm now inclined to suspect foul play."
"Master Hand—who would do something like that?" queried Rosalina.
"That's something I have to find out," said MH.
"A lot of people hated on Luigi because of his down-throw combos," said Captain Falcon. "How are you going to narrow down the list of suspects?"
Murmuring filled the room.
"Settle down," said MH. "In the court of law, a person is innocent until proven guilty, and that's no different here. But if there's reason to believe that this update patch was the result of some elaborate scheme, it's my duty to find out who's responsible and why."
"You have motive," Samus piped up. "Right, Master Hand?"
"There's motive, but no faces and no hard proof," said MH.
"Doing something like this just to get at Luigi is just—unthinkable," gasped Ness.
"I can't agree with you more," MH told him. "I've never heard such an accusation in my lifetime. My investigation intends to reach as high as Sakurai himself. I think that he was either in on this from the get-go, or he at least knew something. Smashers hatching a plot to subvert my brainchild instead of buckling down and practicing? Well, I won't have it! I condemn these acts of saltiness, just as I condemn the display I've witnessed since this patch went into effect. If what this Smasher tells me turns out to be true, then it will constitute an act of cheating, which will not stand. And if you notice something suspicious, don't be afraid to report it to me. If you were involved in this plot, then confess now, and so atone."
More silence.
"Very well, then," said MH, "but let me tell you, the sooner you come forward, the better. You are dismissed, Smashers."
As the Smashers got up and left the auditorium, Crazy Hand hovered behind a curtain, starting to get a little nervous. If Chad confessed, then the Hand of Destruction would lose power over him. This power was essential to the advancement of his latest scheme. He had to take steps to make sure nobody started getting second thoughts about this venture. Chuckling evilly, Crazy Hand slipped away unseen.
1.1.1
It was, finally, the moment Chad dreaded. He had to take two tension dumps before he was ready to step out onto Lylat Cruise. The stage background was dark, illuminated only by starlight and the glowsticks worn by the audience, but it was enough to see. Gamely, Chad waved to the crowds, who cheered in response. His breath hitched when he saw those three brothers in the audience. Best to ignore them. He needed to concentrate on getting through this fight.
He glanced at Mario. The portly plumber's expression was—unreadable. He surveyed the scene with gleaming blue eyes, priming himself for the excitement ahead. Chad couldn't tell who he was rooting for. Peach was rubbing his back, Lauren uneasily observing the two. Eden looked lost in thought and—there was Charlie! The blonde flashed him a smile which soothed Chad's stomach. She'd swapped her turquoise top for a lighter, short-sleeved turquoise shirt, and a small flashlight rested in her lap. Soon, he'd tell her everything. She'd be angry, sure, but he needed to get this off his chest, and pronto. Maybe after some cooling off, she'd be able to forgive him.
Chad just didn't know if the same could be said for the Mario Bros.
Turning back around, Chad saw Luigi standing there, facing him. His expression was as unreadable as his brother's, partially obscured by the stage's mood lighting. Chad began to take slow, deep breaths and he and Luigi stepped toward center stage.
The plumber wore a purple shirt and hat with darker purple overalls, hair neatly combed back. That unreadable look was still on his face as he sized Chad up, remembering the way he'd pounded him into brief unconsciousness and his rant at Master Hand after that fight. He thought about the way Chad used to be and the entitled, snobby way he used to act. But more than anything, he remembered how this man used to be pro-nerf. Was he genuinely remorseful, or did he change his tune for selfish purposes? His eyes searched Chad's as they stood there, in the middle of the battlefield, waiting for the match to start.
Studying Luigi, Chad's mind was bursting with questions. Had Luigi truly let him into his circle? Will he ever consider him a friend? Could Chad really atone for his sins? Should he tell Luigi what he knew about Project Nerf? How would he react if he confessed? How would Mario react? And Charlie? He'd just met her, but—her empathy and gorgeous looks were starting to draw him in. He had to choose between confessing and inviting their wrath and spending the rest of his days as Crazy Hand's—girlfriend. The former looked only slightly better in comparison.
He closed his eyes, clearing his mind, and slid on a pair of red and gold padded, fingerless gloves. The rest of his attire consisted of navy leggings, a red tank top and blue, slip-on sneakers. Meeting Luigi's gaze once more, he flashed him an easy smile.
Slowly, Luigi returned the smile, and both men raised their fists.
"3—2—1—GO!"
The fighters circled one another like boxers as the audience watched in anticipation. Along with his attitude, Chad's fighting style had improved. He started relying less on his weight and strength and more on swiftness, preferring open-palm strikes to punches. When an opponent's percentage was at least 50, that was when Chad would start throwing punches. But he also liked doing kicks and elbow strikes when in close-ranged combat.
Chad was the first to close in, aiming a kick at Luigi. But Luigi leapt aside and sent Chad off his feet with a low attack. Swiftly, Chad rolled to his feet and avoided the fireballs shot in his direction before closing in again with several strikes to the body. Luigi swung a hefty punch into Chad's abdomen, ending the barrage. The New Englander staggered, but didn't fall. He regained his senses in time to dodge a f-air to the face, throwing a spin kick which knocked Luigi away. When the man in purple got to his feet, Chad retreated a few paces. Luigi's face was flint, eyes flashing dangerously. He waited, nostrils flaring, for Chad's next move.
He didn't have to wait long. Chad dashed back in with sharp, light body blows and elbow strikes. Luigi smoothly ducked and dodged, striking back whenever he saw an opening. Now, the two fighters were up close, attacking relentlessly. Mario and his companions drank in every detail. This was definitely a long time coming for Chad. Gradually, Luigi gained the upper hand. Chad's flurry of open-palm strikes and kicks could barely hold a candle to the plumber's Smash attacks, aerials and special moves. He used their power to make up for his nerf. Then, he stopped thinking about the nerf, because he couldn't afford to lose focus.
A month ago, Chad would've started to get frustrated, but not this time. He remained patient, fighting defensively, blocking as many blows as he could. That Super Jump Punch was by far Luigi's deadliest move, but also the hardest move to pull off. Maybe he could bait Luigi into throwing the punch too early or too late. Then, he could capitalize on Luigi's vulnerability to rack up damage before trying for a K.O. It was worth a try. Chad jumped clear of a grab attempt and performed a back Suplex, briefly slowing Luigi down.
Luigi studied Chad, both of them breathing hard and bringing their best strategies to the table. The latter was swift and coordinated, but his reluctance to throw punches could also be a weakness. Chad was fast, but Luigi could be faster and hit harder. It only took one well-placed punch to turn the tide around. Then, he'd batter Chad with f-airs, tilts and his down-B. Chad also found himself rammed by that side-B, but he also recalled Luigi's tendency to overshoot targets. He had to keep that in mind, too.
Chad dropped down and kicked his legs out and around, first knocking Luigi off-balance before dealing additional kicks to the body. Luigi hit the ground with a grunt of pain and surprise, and Chad cartwheeled over him, hitting him with an elbow strike as he did. He finished the attack with a flashy kick to the face, and then landed in a combat stance.
"Whoa!" gasped Vince. "Did you see that?"
"Why didn't he do that earlier?" Shane wanted to know. "Maybe he would've beat Luigi if he still had—had…"
"Yeah," said Vince. "I think so, too."
Manny was silent, but he also agreed with his brothers. They weren't willing to acknowledge it, but the afterglow of their accomplishment was starting to fade away. But why? Didn't they want this?
Now, Luigi was back on his feet, staring Chad down. The unreadable expression was back on his face. Yet Chad saw the question all the same.
You WANTED this, didn't you?
Chad shook away the twinge of guilt as he shielded fireballs and advanced, closing in with a no-look kick to the abdomen. Luigi kicked back as he got up, spearing his hand into Chad's jaw. He went flying, but he twisted his body and teched his landing. They circled each other again, and then simultaneously leaped back in, exchanging fierce blows. Finally, Chad made his move, leaping in, and darting back out as Luigi threw his trademark uppercut, causing him to miss and leaving him wide open. Chad wasted no time, grabbing Luigi and delivering a forward Suplex, switching from palm and elbow strikes to punches, kicks and knee strikes. With a mighty heel kick, Chad sent Luigi offstage, smashing him with another no-look kick as he tried to recover.
One stock lost, one stock left.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Chad waited to feel something, triumph, maybe. Instead, he felt guilt, guilt which increased as Luigi respawned, his face unsmiling, his fists clenched.
You WANTED this, didn't you?
Not like this, Chad wanted to say, but the heat of battle and the adrenaline between them took over. Before long, the New Englander had engaged Luigi, solid blows flying between the two and hitting their mark. Cheers floated around them, cheers for both fighters. Chad could feel his opponent's hurt and distress with every punch, saw the questions and accusations in his eyes. Saw the memory of himself, spoiled and entitled and throwing hissy fits. Saw the image of Luigi slumping in his grasp the last time they fought, him noticing but not caring as he continued to grip him by his shirt collar, driving blow after blow into him. Cold anger now colored Luigi's face, his fists and feet landing blows with icy precision, targeting areas bound to hurt the most. Chad gave as good as he got, but he was unsettled by Luigi's eyes. Nothing could truly be forgiven so quickly, especially his past actions. Maybe after this bout, after they had the opportunity to fight it out, Chad would help Luigi understand. Maybe he'd confess his complicity in Project Nerf—or be one step closer to confessing.
In the stands, Mario stared hard at the action. Chad said that he'd changed, but Mario wanted nothing more than for Chad to get his just desserts on the battlefield, and boy, was he getting them. He could hardly wait for his own turn against Chad, just as he couldn't wait to face off against those who'd attacked Luigi's combo skills and contributed to his nerf. The sight of Luigi, crumpled on his bedroom floor, was still fresh in his memory, and it had awakened his inner rage. He told himself to trust Master Hand with his investigation, but would it be enough?
After doubling Chad over, Luigi grabbed him, swung him around three times and then hurled him off the stage and out of bounds. The plumber flashed his fans a peace sign, feeling a little better. Now, the two were tied at one stock each. Who would win this battle?
For a moment, they stood there, fists raised. Then, Chad danced in and out, feinting. Luigi still wouldn't take the bait, having learned from his first stock loss. Two can play at that game, he thought, dancing in range of Chad's strongest attack before sliding back out, causing him to lose his balance. Before he could react, Luigi's uppercut smashed into him. It didn't K.O., but it racked on plenty of hurt.
Chad pulled himself together and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose before intercepting Luigi's next attack, grabbing him, pummeling him with knee strikes and then body-slamming him onto the stage. Luigi bounced back up, allowing Chad to follow up with flashy spinning kicks and punches before finishing with a soaring axe kick. Everyone applauded in awe. This was a new and interesting side of Chad.
Luigi rolled to his knees and stood, swiping blood from his own face, playing defensively. Chad dashed back in for a Smash attack, but this time, Luigi was ready, slamming two punches into his foe's body and kicking him away. Chad somersaulted back up and aimed more flurries of quick strikes at Luigi, but the latter dodged or blocked most of them, answering back with even more bruising strikes. The spectators had gone silent as the fighters danced about Lylat Cruise, exchanging punishing blows, so full of emotion that the pain hardly registered. They were so quiet that they could hear the deep grunts and breathing of the two combatants.
Indeed, the nerf hadn't made Luigi any less breathtaking to watch. He was still graceful and fluid, body bouncing and twisting and weaving against the starry backdrop. His blows settled into a repetitive rhythm, almost in time with his breaths. Face set in granite firmness, eyes twinkling and flashing, curls of hair getting stuck to his forehead as a film of sweat materialized on his skin. Charlie rested her chin on her hands as her eyes flitted from the well-built, sweat-washed Chad to the choreographed, steely determined, sweat-washed Luigi. She found herself rooting for both of them.
Watching Luigi temporarily stilled the storm in Mario's soul. Throughout this fight, Luigi hadn't tried his down throw on Chad, and yet he was still keeping up! Maybe it was a good idea to put that down throw aside for a bit and try something else. His forward and back throws were pretty strong and gave breathing room in the face of Chad's melee attacks. And his special moves made him a force to reckon with long before any of the Smashers got a down throw. At least Luigi wasn't being curb-stomped. Mario quietly watched on, feeling reassured.
Even the three brothers who didn't care very much for Luigi found themselves entranced by him. It occurred to them that they'd never really seen him fight before. They only came here to see his combos fail him for the first time ever. But now, they were stepping back and actually observing him in close hand-to-hand with Chad. No matter how hard Chad hit him, Luigi got right back up. Even when Chad switched tactics and started relying on punches, Luigi wouldn't be kept down for long. So many pent-up emotions were converted into well-needed energy. It was almost as if there was a combination of fire and electricity in his limber body. Vince, Manny and Shane found themselves wondering if watching Luigi in action would've given them more of a thrill before the nerf.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," breathed Vince, "but he's—amazing."
"Yeah," said Manny. "Maybe that nerf was for the best."
"Yeah. Maybe," echoed Shane, unconvincingly.
They continued to watch as Luigi crouched down, charged himself up, and blasted off with a Misfire! Chad was picking himself up when the Green Missile encountered the center of his body. The wind left him in a rush, his legs turned to jelly, and his feet left the ground. Lylat Cruise shrunk before his eyes, and he saw a bright flash as he hit the blast line. But seconds before, Chad had caught the satisfied smile on Mario's lips.
"GAME!"
Luigi had won his last match of the day.
1.1.1
After Luigi's victory was announced, he went over to Chad, and they shook hands.
"Hey—could you walk with me for a second?" the plumber asked quietly.
Chad nodded. "Sure."
Arm in arm, the two Smashers ventured down the corridor.
"You know, that actually felt pretty great," Chad said finally.
"For you?" asked Luigi.
"For both of us," explained Chad.
"And why do you think that?"
"Well, I…"
Abruptly, Luigi pulled Chad into a small room and closed the door.
"This is what I want to talk to you about," Luigi said softly.
"I—don't follow," said Chad.
"Yes, you do," said Luigi. "During our fight, I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"If you're talking about—Luigi," sighed Chad. "I'm a changed man."
"Yes, but you wanted this. You were among those lobbying Master Hand for this. Well, now you've got what you wanted."
Chad hung his head. "Yes, I used to want it," he confessed, "but after that Team Battle, and I saw that hurt look on your face, it gave me all sorts of doubts about what I was doing. I had to reevaluate myself and my priorities."
"You've done a good job," murmured Luigi.
"L, it was in your eyes during the fight. I knew that you were thinking about how I used to be around you, and I want you to know that those days are behind me."
"That may be true, Chad, but do you really think that turning over a new leaf automatically erases your past actions?" challenged Luigi. "Because it doesn't. Especially not for me."
Chad sighed, knowing what Luigi was talking about.
"You saw how your actions were hurting me, and you apologized. But I just can't stop thinking about what you did. You've got to understand that, Chad." Luigi sniffled and wiped at his eyes. "I keep hearing your diatribe at Master Hand, and I keep seeing you beating me unconscious. Did you even know I'd lost consciousness? Did you even care?"
"I…" Chad dropped his eyes. "No. Luigi, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."
"Chad, think of me as a church. I welcome converts, but I don't make them Pope the same day. And I don't know if I can trust you. How do I know that you won't fall back into your old habits? I don't even know your motives for turning around."
Chad didn't have an answer for that. Luigi made an excellent point.
"Are you really sorry for the way you acted? Or are you just trying to better your image to accomplish your own ends?"
"Accomplish my own ends? Luigi, I really do feel bad about what I've done. Please, just give me a chance to make it up to you."
Luigi stared into space. "Yesterday and today, I didn't catch a break," he said. "It was open season for me. Hours after the patch was live, everyone knew that my down throw had been nerfed. Most of my opponents used that fact to torment me. I was mocked by Smashers and audiences alike. I ignored them and endured it all. And I just kept thinking about you and how you used to be on their side." His eyes moved to Chad. "Is this what they wanted? Is this what you wanted? My combos done away with so you all could have fun at my expense?"
"I—I don't know," spluttered Chad. "I don't know why I was with them. I don't know why you and your combos were such a big deal…"
"I seem to recall people saying that I 'didn't deserve them'," said Luigi. His voice was starting to jerk, tears trickling down his cheeks. "When I defeated them, they said it was my fault they couldn't win. They couldn't stop going on and on about how much they hated my combos and that I was overpowered—that I—I needed to 'stay in my place' as Player Two or whatever." He spoke through heavy sobs, his body heaving, his voice choked. Teary eyes blazed balefully at Chad. "And you were going off about how you came from a prestigious family and spent most of your life training in all styles of combat, and so you should've won and not me, a 'shadow'. How can I reconcile that with the fact that you're now on my side? How can I look at you and not see the sore loser you once were? Please, just tell me how?"
"You all should be ashamed of yourselves, inviting someone like him here…Those god—m combos should be illegal…Super Smash Brothers is just a gathering of incompetent, pitiful cartoons…"
"Please, you've got to let me in," entreated Chad, also tearing up. "You've got to tell me how I can make this right."
"Just promise me you won't act like that again," sobbed Luigi. "Promise me you'll do something besides making petty gestures. Promise me you won't get upset when you lose to somebody. Promise me…"
"I promise," Chad said solemnly.
And then Luigi was in Chad's arms, sobbing into his shirt, the New Englander's chin resting on the top of his head. Chad was conflicted. Now was the perfect time to confess what he knew about Project Nerf. Luigi was getting everything off his chest, baring everything to Chad, demonstrating a willingness to start over fresh. If he told the plumber about an actual scheme to get his down throw nerfed, would it undo the process or accelerate it? He thought about what Luigi said, his reluctance to trust him. Keeping this from him would serve to enforce that reluctance. Chad needed to make a decision, and fast.
"L," said Chad. "I need to tell you something."
Luigi raised his head. "What?"
Chad took a breath. "I wasn't the only person who wanted you nerfed."
"I know."
"What if I were to tell you that there were calls for a nerf against you for a very long time?"
"Gee, I'm not surprised."
"And what if I were to tell you that there were people who hated you and your down throw so much that they hatched a plot to get you nerfed?"
He felt Luigi tense in his arms. "A plot? Who would want to…?"
There was a crash outside.
"I—I have to go," said Chad. "I'll explain everything later."
Abruptly, he got up and headed for the door.
"Chad, wait!" cried Luigi.
But he was gone.
Out in the hall, Chad was investigating the noise when his phone buzzed. He groaned when he saw the caller ID.
"Yes?" he asked.
"My office. Now," said Crazy Hand. Then, he hung up.
Suddenly feeling nauseous, Chad turned and headed for CH's office.
"Chad!" shouted a voice behind him.
He whirled. Luigi ran up to him, questions in his eyes. "What in the Inferno is going on?"
Chad's heart pounded. He wanted to tell him everything, but he had the feeling that doing so would put him and everyone he loved in danger. "I—I can't explain right now," he said sadly. "I'm sorry. Good fight." Briskly, he walked away, leaving the plumber standing there with the knowledge that Chad was keeping something from him.
1.1.1
By the time he reached CH's office, Chad's stomach was churning. He had to force himself to knock on the door and put on a cheerful façade as the booming voice within asked, "Who is it?"
"It's Chad."
"C'mon inside."
Reluctantly, Chad obliged.
CH sat at his desk, watching funny meme videos on YouTube. "Please, sit," he said.
Chad plunked himself down on the chair opposite CH.
"How'd your fight go?" asked CH.
"Better than I expected," Chad said earnestly. "I lost, but not by much."
"You're taking it rather well," opined CH.
"I learned my lesson, Crazy Hand."
"Really? You're not even a little bummed out that he won, considering…?"
"No, CH. No. I'm fine. I'll do better next time," Chad broke in. "Did you call me in here to talk about the match, or are there far more pressing matters to attend to?"
"Are you giving me an attitude, Chad?" CH asked calmly.
"No—I'm just wondering what's on your mind," Chad said quickly.
"Good, because you're already in enough trouble as it is." The mood was turning ominous. "Not only did you beat up my two friends Steve and Stevie this morning, you also came close to whispering an—intimate detail—into Luigi's ear."
"Okay, first of all, they accosted and attacked me," said Chad, "and second of all, Luigi and I were just talking things out."
"'Talking things out'? Don't you forget that I have eyes everywhere, Chad? I know exactly what you were 'talking things out' over. And I seem to recall that there was a point in making sure Luigi or anyone close to him didn't find out about any of this."
"Well, doesn't he deserve to know, considering what he's been put through lately?" asked Chad.
"As I recall, we made an agreement just the other day, which stipulates that you have no more second thoughts," CH said smartly.
"Agreement? Hardly?" spat Chad. "You're using me as your puppet, and I won't allow it!"
CH giggled. "Oh, this is rich! You actually think I don't know what you're doing!" He giggled some more. "It's seen as clear as day on movies and TV shows. Well, this isn't a movie or a TV show. And you're not getting off that easy, Chad. I own you now."
"Over my dead body," Chad bravely shot back.
"I have an investment to protect," said CH. "And if Luigi gains wind of Project Nerf, then that investment will be destroyed. So—if I so much as sense you trying to get out from under my thumb…" He laughed. "They won't even find what's left of you."
"Well, thanks for the update," said Chad. "Can I go now?"
"Nothing's keeping you from doing so," CH said coyly.
"You think you've got everything under control?" sneered Chad as he headed for the exit. "You couldn't be more wrong. Everything's gonna fall apart, and there won't be a d—n thing you can do about it."
And then he was gone, slamming the door behind him.
1.1.1
Later that night, Vince, Manny and Shane sat aboard Koopa's airship, en route to their new castles. The horned turtle steered his craft low across the heavens, the engine and propellers barely making a sound. His passengers were clad in sweaters and jackets to keep warm in such a high altitude. Below them, most of the houses were dark, the souls within sleeping soundly. Few cars glided across the streets, and only the drive-thrus of fast-food restaurants were open at this hour.
Finally, the quartet arrived in the Dark Lands, Koopa's dominion. Smoothly, the Koopa King landed his airship and steered her toward the docking bay. After the airship was finished docking, Koopa and his passengers disembarked.
"We'll be using this to get to your properties," said Koopa, indicating his Clown Car. "Interesting ride, isn't it?"
The three brothers studied the smiling clown face on the front of the car. "Uh—yeah," they replied in unison.
Koopa hopped on and held out a clawed hand to his guests. One by one, he helped them aboard.
"And here we go," Koopa sang out as the Clown Car took flight, sweeping the foursome over the castles, moats and manors of the Dark Lands.
"Hey—I smell perfume," Manny said after a while. "It's a woman's perfume!"
"I know," said Koopa. "Heavenly, isn't it?"
"Was—she in this car recently?" asked Vince.
"Do you really think I'd take that risk tonight? But yes, she was," said Koopa.
"How often do you wash this thing?" asked Shane.
"Often enough," eyerolled Koopa. "Fact is, I like the smell of her perfume. It calms me when I'm under stress. So, when the time comes to wash this thing, I do it in such away that this smell isn't washed off. If they could make soap with that fragrance, then I'd buy it in a heartbeat."
"I hear that you want to throw a party at your castle," Vince spoke up.
"Yeah. A slumber party," said Koopa. "I've decided to postpone it until my two friends get back from vacation."
"Didn't know MH allowed that," said Shane.
"Yeah. Greenie's combos were that bad. I wish they'd waited it out a little. Then they would've contributed to Project Nerf. But they're gonna be so elated when they get the news."
"When are they coming back?" asked Manny.
"They're scheduled to return to Smash next Monday," said Koopa. "I'm going to meet them at the train station."
"You're a true friend," Vince said wistfully.
The Clown Car arrived at a decent-sized castle with purple walls and navy blue turrets. Red and gold flags with a white "S" on them waved proudly, mounted on the turrets. Koopa pressed a button on the remote control, and a drawbridge lowered itself over the moat.
"Here we are at Shane's castle," said Koopa, handing the remote control to Shane. "What do you think?"
"Wow—it's even better than the virtual tour!" crowed Shane.
Koopa lowered the Clown Car and helped Shane out. Then, he handed Shane the deed to the castle, as well as other important documents, all organized in a large envelope. "Don't lose these," he cautioned.
"I won't, I assure you," grinned Shane. "Thanks, man! You're one in a million! I'm organizing a housewarming party right now!"
"Good night, Shane," said Vince.
"'Night, Shane," added Manny.
Shane waved. "Sweet dreams, guys!"
The three watched as Shane skipped into his castle.
"Onward," said Koopa, and they got moving again.
"I've never seen Shane this happy since we started making real progress with Project Nerf," smiled Vince.
"Wonder how he's going to use his new castle," mused Manny.
"Hopefully wisely," said Koopa. "Alright, Manny. This is your castle."
Manny stared. His castle had cream-colored walls, cream-and-silver striped turrets and blue flags with a silver "MB" on them scattered all around. In place of a drawbridge, there was a moving walkway leading to the castle entrance.
"Whoa," breathed Manny.
The Clown Car lowered beside the moving walkway, and the Koopa King helped Manny off before giving him the important household documents.
"Place your thumb on the sensor," said Koopa. "The moving walkway will activate."
"Thanks, Koopa. I'll never forget this," Manny said gratefully. "Good night, Vince."
"Good night, Manny," said Vince.
Manny entered his thumbprint into the sensor and stepped onto the moving walkway as it came to life. Slowly, he rode the walkway into his castle, waving at Vince and Koopa the whole way.
"Okay, Vince," said Koopa. "Let's get you to your new digs."
With that, the Clown Car continued on its way.
"Aren't you going to celebrate Luigi's nerf in your own—special way?" asked Vince.
"Definitely, but not right now," said Koopa. "Don't you worry—I haven't forgotten."
"You're waiting until everything dies down? Smart."
"Well, first I've got to show you to your new homes," said Koopa. "Then, I have to prepare for my friends' arrival. Not to mention keeping MH off my tail."
"While we're on the subject, I got a call from CH earlier," said Vince. "He sounded a little—unnerving. He wanted my assurance that I wasn't gonna blab about Project Nerf. Of course, I'm not gonna blab."
"Me neither," said Koopa. "That's asking for a death wish, considering that I have two pesky plumbers breathing down my neck. And furthermore, why this sudden concern over us blabbing?"
"Chad," realized Vince. "He's trying to get out from under CH's thumb."
"I don't blame him. Being under that glove's thumb is a fate worse than death. But you didn't hear that from me." Koopa pulled up to the last castle. "Here we are, Vince. What do you think?"
"Oh, my…" said Vince as he surveyed the property.
Vince's castle was the largest of the three. Its violet walls were festooned with silver, gold and pink banners. Gold turrets were topped by burgundy flags with a gold "V" on them. The moving walkway to the castle was a lovely multimedia experience and perfectly personalized. Vince couldn't stop staring as Koopa lowered the Clown Car to the entrance.
"Welcome, Vince," said a pleasing female voice as Vince hopped off the Clown Car.
"This place knows my name!" cried Vince, giddier than a kid at Christmas.
Koopa handed Vince his important documents.
"You've really outdone yourself, Your Highness," Vince went on.
"What can I say? You earned it for helping me," said Koopa.
"I can't wait to meet your friends," said Vince.
"I'm sure they'll be happy to meet you, too," said Koopa. "Maybe—the three of you can come to my castle sometime. I'd really like that."
"I'll talk to Manny and Shane—see if we can find time," said Vince. "Good night, Koopa. And—thank you."
"You're welcome," said Koopa. "Night-night, Vince."
Vince hopped on the moving walkway, enthralled by the welcoming multimedia display.
"The multimedia has an on-off switch!" Koopa called after him. "It'll save you electricity! And trust me, it has a better effect at night!"
"Got it!" Vince called back.
Smiling to himself, Koopa revved up his Clown Car and flew back to the airship dock. Once aboard his airship, he fired up the engines, un-docked and set a course back to the Smash Mansion. If he was lucky, he'd make it back in time to get a sufficient amount of sleep.
Please R&R.