Content Warning: Mentions of severe meltdowns
"Come on, Snake!" Diddy Kong chuckled, "this is taking a little bit too far! Haha!"
"No it isn't," Snake replied while writing on the whiteboard of the empty classroom. The Brawlers decided to stay in during break time to "do some chores" for the teachers, but what really happened is their usual harassment.
Wolf, Lucas, Pit, and the rest of the Brawl fighters were snickering in the background as their housemate wrote something.
"Let's see. What would Ponny see herself as?" He asked himself jokingly, smiling underneath his beard. Wolf got up from one of the desks in the classroom and helped Snake with the writing.
What they were doing to the whiteboard was covering it with offensive material, stemming from slander to full-on endless hounding.
"This is going to be so hilarious when that Primid sees this," Pokémon Trainer laughed, along with the other Brawlers. R.O.B was on lookout before but stopped previously to take a closer look at what Snake and Wolf were writing.
Upon finishing up, the party of two jumped off from the teacher's desk and inspected their work thoroughly. The words read Primids are not people! Go back to where you came from, Subspace Emissary Girl! in bold letters.
It was also coupled with a crude drawing of a dead Primid with fake blood pouring out of its body. As they laughed silently at their little doodle, Wolf's ears perked up as sounds of footsteps were heard from outside the classroom, causing them to scatter to the doorway and run out.
"Let's hope Ponny receives her little gift!" Pit said as they all scrambled out.
Much to their surprise, it was actually Daisy and Hero. They were both returning from break time to continue on their assignments, as promised, but walked in with the whiteboard covered in offensive material only directed at the small Primid.
As the tomboyish princess stared at the writing with a surprised expression, her friend took out his cellphone and snapped a picture of it for later.
"Who would do such a thing?" Daisy asked, her voice cracking. Hero simply scoffed.
"Those Brawlers, I bet." He put away his phone and sat down at their desks, continuing on their assignments before class went back in session. As they both swiftly answered the questions on their papers, Hero checked the picture of the writing.
He thought about it deeply, hoping he would have enough time to get in touch with Master Hand. Before he could do anything else, he heard Daisy say, "The Hand himself can't police the entire school. If anything that's Madeira's job, but I don't think he cares all too much."
Right. I'll think about it," Hero replied bleakly, putting his paper to the side and starting on another. As they were doing their work, Ponny came into the classroom, hugging her Eevee plushie. Looking up once, Daisy shot her head back up to see the small Primid about to look at the whiteboard.
Before the tomboyish princess could react, Ponny's face was scrunched up in fear and bewilderment as she was met with the offensive drawing made by the Brawlers. Hero took notice of her upcoming cries and got out of his seat to console the poor girl.
Ponny just couldn't take it anymore. She dropped Mrs. snugglefuss onto the ground and began to weep pitifully.
"Everything is going to be alright, honey," Hero said as he inched closer. "We've already got the evidence here, so you don't have to..
worry."
Before he could finish that sentence, the small Primid already slumped down onto the floor right in front of the teacher's desk and started to cry uncontrollably. She grasped parts of her hair as her red glowing eyes casted an ominous shine.
Daisy and Hero exchanged worried glances as they saw the Primid have a severe meltdown.
Is this an autistic meltdown? they thought to themselves, rubbing their arms uncomfortably. The small Primid's eyes became blurry with tears as the two Ultimate fighters escorted her out of the classroom.
"Where do we take her?" Daisy asked, holding Ponny's shoulder as she bawled her eyes out for the remainder of break time, her solid cries flooding the silence of the classroom.
"Let's take her to the councelor to talk this out," Hero replied. "She'll help us with this issue."
"But don't you think we should write a note to the teacher before we head out? That way we'll let him know that we're not absent and went to the councelor's office."
Hero, agreeing to Daisy's suggestion, grabbed a clean sticky note from Aries's desk and took out a sharpie marker to write down a note. As he finished, he straightened it out and attached the sticky note onto the desk. They left the classroom to head to the councelor's, in hopes of helping Ponny.
Upon their arrival to Mrs. Skull's office, they were met with various charms and trinkets surrounding the room, making it difficult to navigate where to sit and what is present. Hero, Daisy, and Ponny were amazed by the amount of diamonds, gems, and gold that inhabitated the office until a female pink Alloy dropped from the ceiling, wearing nothing but a costume.
Mrs. Skull is the school councelor for Smash Academy, but the emotional kind, while the others are business-fighting related. Judging by her name, she wears the Skull of a large bird on her head.
As she came flying down, she was able to make a perfect landing with just her feet, as she likes to call them her "talons". From head to toe, she wore nothing but bird attire, a colorful menagerie of feathers on her back.
"Good afternoon, Fighters!" She sang mysteriously, reaching her arm out to greet the two students and the small Primid.
Ponny was still crying, hugging her Eevee plushie and hiding behind Daisy. The Ultimate fighters were carefully bringing her out in front of Mrs. Skull to present to the pink Alloy. "Someone is in need of emotional support," the tomboyish Princess said, patting Ponny on the hat.
"She had a meltdown recently, and I think she needs to cool off before she can return to class." With the Ultimate fighters out the door, Mrs. Skull chuckled a small tune.
"I will see what I can do," she trilled as she directed Ponny to a seat. Her generous feathers wobbling in the air as she moved about, Skull grabbed a spare chair from the corner of her office and sat down in it while also facing Ponny.
The small Primid was looking away as the Pink fighting Alloy eyed her curiously, searching for an answer.
This is a tough challenge Mrs. Skull thought as Ponny sniffled a little. Reaching her hand out for the small Primid, she simply sank back into her seat as to avoid being touched. Mrs. Skull ruffled her feathers and said, "how long has this madness been going on?"
Ponny wiped away any remaining tear from her eyes and began to use more sign language of how her days at the Smash Academy were horrible and not worth continuing on. The pink fighting Alloy sat back as she listened further and wrote down every detail in her clipboard.
"Is this a recurring issue or has this just happened?" Skull asked as she quizzically rubbed the beak of her bird skeleton. Ponny replied by swinging her hands around in a circle, implying that the harassment has been going on for months.
"Master Hand. Not helping," the Primid chirped meekly. "Apathetic. Doesn't care."
Mrs. Skull sighed deeply, her singular eye shining brightly in response to the small Primid's red eyes blurry with tears, who looked shyly at the councelor.
The pink fighting Alloy took off her bird skull and asked, "what about Principal Madeira? Does he know about this?"
Ponny replied with a simple hand gesture. "Ultimate fighters reported it," she trilled, "unknown status for Principal."
Krystle Skull grabbed her clipboard and read over it carefully, making sure she had gotten every detail of the Primid's constant suffering at the hands of the Brawl fighters. She got out of her seat and gently held onto Ponny's shoulder.
"Thank you for telling me," she replied.
Mrs. Skull directed Ponny to the hallways and then said, "I would suggest you stay with the Ultimate fighters in case if this happens again." With that, the fighting Alloy closed her office door, leaving Ponny in the halls.
Before she headed off to class, she simply thought to herself some more.
There is no hope for me now. They all said the same thing, but what are they really doing at this point? Nothing, I bet.