I do want to announce that another story will be written and published afterwards when this story is finished titled "Alone". In the meantime, enjoy whatever I have fished out here. Thank you for reading.
Ponny made her way from her last class to the next class in hopes of getting done with the school day than she had anticipated. Sure it wasn't great from the start ever since her introduction to the Smash House, but things have been improving ever since her talk with numerous people and the helpful assistance of the other fighters.
Maybe Madeira finally did something about the problem she thought happily as she skipped along in the hallways until she got to the class doorway, where her teacher, a female Wireframe that took the appearance of Princess Daisy, was writing away at her chalkboard.
She was busy caught up on the first assignment of the day until she caught her attention to the small Primid. Stammering a bit, she slammed the chalk down onto the desk and brushed her hands against her own coat.
"Ponny, you're here early!" She trilled, the Smashball on her Wireframe face glowing a bit.
Ponny walked over to her desk and plopped her backpack down, yawning as she stretched her limbs out from her long weekend break. As she regained her muscular composure, the small Primid looked on at the front of the classroom, where the teacher still stood.
While Mrs. Blythe was busy sorting her textbooks and papers, she looked up at Ponny and smiled.
"Ponny, sweetie, class won't start until two minutes, so would you like to help set up the classroom real quick?" She asked, her voice as sweet as honey. The small Primid nodded, getting out of her seat and walking up to the front.
She started by sorting every piece of paperwork by either completion or partial.
Ponny proceeded to hand Mrs. Blythe more of the unused textbooks to place underneath each student's desk, while also being in her first happy bliss. Upon finishing, the Wireframe teacher chuckled happily.
"Thank you, Ponny!" She squeaked happily, patting the small Primid on the hat. Four minutes have passed and already Ponny retreated to her seat, when every Smash Fighter entered the classroom and took their seats.
With a smile on her face, she proceeded with class as usual while listening to her teacher's angelic voice.
Ponny was lost in Mrs. Blythe's sweet, loving voice, making mental comparisons to that of an Angel, causing her to blush slightly. That was until it had been stopped abruptly after she heard the Wireframe woman say, "now if everyone would take out their homework from yesterday, that would be lovely!"
Every Fighter pulled out their papers in perfect unison as Mrs. Blythe came walking down the aisle. She started from the front row to the next, and finished when she got to Luigi and Kirby's desks. Ponny had remembered that she already gave her homework to the teacher before the due date, which gave the small Primid a sense of relief.
She sat quietly until the Wireframe gal finished collecting everyone's paper and strode causally across the aisle, her long cat tail waving slightly in the air.
Returning to her desk, Mrs. Blythe retreated behind her desk and sat down on her chair, grabbing out a textbook and opened up to a random page. She looked up and adjusted the glasses on her blank face and then spoke loud enough in her usual soft, yet authoritative tone to the entire class.
"Now, we will begin our lesson on the history of Smash Run, the alternate to your Classic route!" The female Wireframe turned her attention to the chalkboard, took out the chalk and started writing down some pictures of enemies from Smash Run and some sentences to go along with it. Ponny already had her notebook out and started writing, unaware of the unusual energy that seems to take place inside the classroom. Inside the room, there seemed to be only a few people that were present.
From the other row she saw some members from the Sm4sh house and the only two from the Ultimate house. They looked bored and sleepy, with only a few sitting attentively.
Despite the room looking dead and empty, the small Primid didn't seem to care and only worried about the notes and upcoming assignment at hand. She had her hopes high for this day to go swimmingly well as she had been praying to the high Heavens for her days to prosper lovingly the way she wanted. The small Primid had continued paying attention to Mrs. Blythe's lecture as she erased some words off the chalkboard and set down the chalk to turn to the class.
"Now that we have learned all there is to know about Smash Run, open your textbooks to chapter 25," she directed.
"You will be doing your next paper with the book. Doing it without it is optional, but you might need it eventually."
BOOM! A large crash had made the classroom door slide wide open, causing the other students to turn their heads reluctantly to see who it was. Mrs. Blythe, her attention caught at the person, looked over as well and sighed in disappointment.
"Wolf, you're late," she said flatly, her voice still soft but stern. "Please take a seat."
"Sorry, Blythe," Wolf chuckled as he rushed over to his desk and plopped down, his chest heaving as if he had been running. "I got distracted by something important happening at home."
"What's so important about what you're doing at home that you have to be late for school?"
The Wolf fighter snickered a little as he pulled out his textbook and flipped it to a random page. Looking up to see the Star Wolf leader continue on like the rest of the class, Ponny shrunk back in fear at the sheer sight of him, his bulking weight overpowering the desk he sat at. She didn't let that get in her way of finishing up on her notes as she scribbled all the way through each paragraph and dropped her pencil down on the desk triumphantly emanating a slight thud.
Sitting up straight and smiling proudly, the small Primid paid close attention to the Wireframe teacher, her eyes staying glued to her. While she swiftly shifted the eraser across the chalkboard to write down more things, the sound of the classroom door opened, the curious glances of the other students resulting afterwards. The person who appeared in the doorway happened to be Yoshi of the Smash Veterans and he was wearing his usual attire of a white hoodie and glasses.
"Oh! Hello there, Yoshi!" Mrs. Blythe said as she turned her head to see the gree dinosaur inside the classroom, "is there anything I can do for you?"
"Hello, Blythe," Yoshi replied, "I was wondering if the Brawl Fighters are here. I need to speak to them immediately."
"Why, yes!" The Wireframe teacher turned her attention to Wolf and Ike, her face displaying no emotion as she motioned her hand for them to come over. "O'Donnell, Ike. Yoshi needs to speak with you two."
The Wolf fighter and the swordfighter both looked exchanged annoyed glances at each other as they got out of their seats and hobbled over to the Smash Veteran. A small majority of the other fighters were snickering at the sight of the two brawlers being pulled out of class for something, but what exactly?
Yoshi left with both of them trailing behind as they exited the doorway in an angered fashion and pushed past each other. Along the way to Madeira's office, they passed by a few students who took notice of their silent walk of shame and chuckled underneath their breaths along the way.
Inside the office of the white fighting alloy, there stood Mario, Luigi, Link, and the rest of the other smash Veterans waiting silently while staring at the office door. A clicking sound was heard for only a second and in came the green dinosaur with the other two brawl Fighters by his side. Wolf looked up and saw the rest of his brawl brethren in the office with the veterans holding their wrists firmly, but one kept yanking their hand away.
"They got ya too, huh?" He asked as he sat down in the chair facing Madeira.
The other brawlers nodded and darted their eye balls at the white alloy, their hearts sinking deeper with anticipation from the incoming discipline for their past transgressions. Madeira sighed deeply and slumped back into his chair, his spherical glowing face settling and the light dimming slighter.
He looked over at the Smash Veterans and waved for them to exit the office. Mario followed them along as they filed out of the room one by one.
"Are you aware of why I called you all in here today?" He asked, his voice in a calm but firm undertone.
"I can already guess why," Lucas piped up, "it's because of what's been happening recently?"
Damn, he guessed right Fox thought darkly as he looked at the other remaining brawl Fighters boring their provoked gazes at the round glowing face of Principal Madeira, sitting still in a more frightening posture in his chair. The smash Veterans looked up at the white fighting alloy, their faces settling into a more worried look. Mario exchanged his glances with his green brother as Wolf stepped up from the crowd of brawlers and cleared his throat a bit.
"Alright, enough with this. What's going on?" He barked, his fangs barred at the principal, "why did you drag us out here to talk to you!?"
"Before we begin with the situation at hand I will like to assess some things and provide what evidence has been presented to me by the helpful Smash Veterans," Madeira lightly announced as he waved a hand at Mario and Fox. The white fighting alloy opened up one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a somewhat large stack of papers, photographs, and some notes. He slammed them against the desk and spread them out individually like they were playing cards.
The brawl Fighters, with the exception of Snake, looked on with fear in their eyes as Fox silently shifted his smile towards Mario's direction, his eyes showing any form of fruition. Wolf stepped up at the white alloy and flared his lupine nostrils, his lips curving back into the form of a snarl. "Who would... How did-!?"
"We take situations like this very seriously regarding harassment and bullying towards anyone in Smash Kingdom, let alone subspace refugees. Our school, the Smash Academy, is a school meant not only for brushing up your techniques and skills, but is also a safe space for the remnants of the subspace emissary. They were here to reform and live healthy lives, not revive war and cause destruction!"
Principal Madeira continued spreading out each and every piece of paper out on the desk before him, ranging from the offensive note given to him from Isabelle, the photograph of the writing on the whiteboard directed at the victim, and then piles upon piles of disgusting papers of the ongoing abuse spiraling out onto the floor. The smash Veterans scoffed in disbelief at the brawl Fighters while the head of the group, Wolf, breathed heavily upon the rows of evidence before him.
"This was all recorded by numerous fighters suspicious of your behavior regarding our Primid friend and they say that you all are doing this, correct?" Madeira asked as he ruffled at the collars on his olive coat. From the crowd, Pit, Lucas, and Wario exchanged worried glances and darted their eyes toward the principal once more before Meta Knight stepped up beside Wolf.
"This could be anyone else's, sir," he lied, his voice covering up the obvious undertone of his false claim, "we would never lay a hand on any subspace refugees, even if it costed us a simple coràzon."
Fox rolled his eyes and then walked up to the white alloy principal's desk with a disgruntled waltz across. He took a deep breath and then said, "a few months ago I've witnessed the Brawl Fighters in the act of harassing Ponny and the ultimate Fighters, especially since it has been confirmed that she is indeed a subspace refugee. Link was there too. Right, Link?"
He turned to the green hylian readjusting his shield and attracting his attention far from the corner of the office. Jolting his head up in surprise, Link waved his hand a bit and walked up to Madeira, his face blank. "Of course I was there!" He replied, his tone sure and gentle, "I tried to prevent Fox from attacking them as a result, but I left out before anything happened."
The white fighting alloy had continued his concentrated death stare very carefully and remained for their cold daggers to pierce into the souls and freezing their muscles like the venom of a snake coursing through a victim's veins. Madeira swivelled himself in the office chair and got up from its perch, padding over to the other brawl Fighters and flaring out his alloy horns a bit. Walking around them menacingly like a tiger surveying its food carefully before eating, the white alloy principal took his seat back on the chair and swung himself back to the desk.
"Aaand with this annual dance coming up," he continued, pouring himself a full cup of coffee into his mug, "I have set up security watches for the dance. Judging by the recent events happening with you brawlers, I don't think I'll be able to trust you guys ever again-"
"What makes you think we'll do something stupid, Madeira!?" King Dedede roared, "the Melee fighters have that covered for that little girl!!"
"And we are aware of that, but we need to know if we can trust you guys," Mario spoke in, his mustache twitching slightly, "because of what happened last time..."
The red plumber grabbed his arms and grasped the skin tightly, his entire body trembling horribly from the memories of last year's dance. He looked at the Brawl Fighters once more and took notice of Wolf's snarling lips, his fangs finally settling down and going into a calm state. Their eyes met with certain acceptance of the thought and then they looked back at Madeira. The brawlers nodded their heads in sole agreement while some of them scoffed a bit.
"Alright," Wolf declared, "but just know nothing suspicious is happening with us! That will be the end of it, got it!?"
Principal Madeira, still looking on with his usual disappointed scowl, had come to a mental decision to settle his emotions and sighed to cool his own cybernetic head. He dismissed the smash Veterans out of the office with a simple wave of his round, spherical hand and exchanged his glance to the brawlers again.
"If I as so much as find out about anymore suspicious activity, there will be severe consequences," Madeira hissed under maliciously, his red core of a giant eyeball turning into a strawberry red.
Wolf nodded rapidly at the principal's ultimatum and turned himself over to the brawl Fighters, his bushy mop of a tail waving in the air like the magnificent wings of a bird. He signaled for the others to leave the office upon the white alloy's silent dismissal, closing the door with a mighty thud. Madeira looked away from the door windows as the appearance and silhouette of the brawl Fighters had vanished from the clear, opaque glass.