O_o Wow, some people actually liked this story. I thought it was kinda
stupid, myself. *huggles you all* You make me feel so friggin' special! 8_8
*gives you a Tic Tac* Sorry, I ate all the cookies. =^^= *pig* Well, anyways, YAYNESS!!! You made it to chapter four. Please, forgive me if you are mentally scared for time and all eternity because of the previous chapter. It was quite disturbing, wasn't it? I'm sorry. Just some random information: Do you know how many times I used the word "pink" in the previous chapter?! Like, I think it was ten times!!! O___O
Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope there's nothing too disturbing in this one.
Disclaimer: If I owned Super Smash Bros., this would be one crazy game. O_o But, I don't, so all your sanity is spared. ^_^;
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The two swordsmen collapsed against their bunk bed, panting heavily. They were back in their own room, far, far away from Peach's. Unfortunately, the evil, pink images were etched deep into their innocent minds, never to be forgotten. Roy leaned his head back against the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily as he struggled to maintain normal breathing levels.
"Marth-" Roy whispered hoarsely, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of his face as he turned to face the little mouse prince. "We just have to get our bodies back. I can't stand the thought of Peach, disgracing me like that!"
Marth sighed, smiling sympathetically. He laid a furry paw on Roy's arm, hoping to comfort him, if only a little. He decided not to emphasize the embarrassment Peach had so readily dropped upon the poor swordsman's soul, and dismissed it from his mind and the conversation, not wanting to deepen the wound by bringing it up.
"We wasted too much time looking for him in the wrong places," Marth said coldly, "Dr. Mario could be anywhere now. I should've known those idiots would be too stupid to call a doctor."
Roy sighed, nodding knowingly. Peach and Pichu were quite the blondes.
"Dr. Mario is Mario's alter ego," Roy stated, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe the Mario Bros. would know where he is."
"Good idea," Marth said, bouncing to his feet. "Let's go find the Mario Bros.!" He started to scamper towards the door.
"Hold up," Roy said, catching the mouse by the tail. "I'm gonna put on some clothes. I'm beginning to feel a bit awkward, running around like this."
Marth sighed impatiently, but nodded. Roy had waited for him when he was embarrassed with the fact he was naked, so it was only fair he wait for Roy in return. Plopping down on his bunk, he waited, amusing himself by studying the little rat's features. The pink cheeks. Was it possible?
Roy strutted over to the closet, pushing aside various tunics belonging to both Marth and himself. Finally, he pulled out his regular blue and lavender outfit. As he slipped it on, he realized he'd have to tighten his belt a bit more than usual. His pants were all but falling down, caught only by Peach's absurdly wide hips. Shrugging, he tightened his belt. Not that big of deal. Stumbling into a pair of boots while fastening his cloak, Roy straightened up, examining himself in the mirror.
"Hmm. not bad," he said, picking up his blue tiara from the dresser. Carelessly tossing aside Peach's crown, which always miraculously seemed to stay on, no matter what situation it went through, he slipped on his blue tiara, then turned back to the mirror. Wow. He had managed to single- handedly turn the pink princess into a tomboy. At least, someone who looked like a tomboy. "Ah, it'll do." he said, carelessly waving his hand, as if to dismiss the matter. "Okay, Marth, I'm ready!"
He turned to his friend, and was slightly disturbed to see him twitching uncontrollably on the bed. "Uh, Marth?" he asked nervously.
"I just don't understand how that little rat FRIGGIN' DOES THAT!!!" Marth screamed, letting himself fall over backwards on the bed, exhausted, sweat beaded on his fuzzy brow. Roy stared at his friend, wondering if he'd finally lost his mind.
He quizzically raised an eyebrow, placing one hand on his curving hip. "Er, what exactly were you trying to do?" he asked.
"Thundershock, or whatever it's called." Marth said, sitting up and massaging his cheeks.
"Ah. I wouldn't do that, If I were you. I heard that Pichu hurts itself whenever it uses electric attacks." Roy stated calmly.
"Then, how am I supposed to defend myself?!" Marth demanded, flapping his arms in frustration.
"Defend yourself?" Roy questioned, "Against what?"
"Against whoever made us this way!" Marth shouted, exasperated, as if it should all be so obvious to Roy.
"Oh. Um, Pichu has some physical attacks, too. The aren't all that powerful, but they still do damage."
Marth sighed. "Well, whatever. I'll practice, after we find Dr. Mario." With that, he leapt off his bed, straightened his tiara, and trotted out the door. Roy paused, finally getting a moment to himself, pondering their conversation.
He'd never really thought this switching of their bodies was anything too serious. He'd figured maybe it was just some playful prank by the Master Hand. But, Marth was right. Someone had to have a reason for switching them. Maybe they planned to attack the Smash Bros. Headquarters. If so. . .
Marth had been totally helpless. He hadn't been able to figure out Pichu's attacks.
Roy paused, then stooped to the ground, feeling around for some kind of leaf, root, anything. He didn't find a single thing. Peach could pull turnips out of any terrain, even the Headquarters' tiled floors. He was in Peach's body, but still couldn't do it. Whoever had did this to then deserved a pat on the back. It was an ingenious strategy indeed. Their forces were noticeably weakened, now, since neither of the two Japanese swordsmen knew how to fight anymore.
But, why were they the ones who switched? There were a lot stronger people they could've immobilized, like Ganondorf or Mewtwo. Why just them? Unless. . .
Marth poked his little fuzzy head back in the doorway. "Roy? You comin' or what?"
"Huh?" Roy blinked, his train of thought broken, "Uh, yeah, sure."
He'd have to do some more pondering after they found Dr. Mario. Maybe then he'd have some idea what was going on.
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Marth and Roy quietly walked down the stairs to the living room. Peach winked flirtingly at Roy when she passed them in the hall, probably on her way to the showers. Marth shuddered. What a horrible sight, his best friend with curly hair, tons of make-up, and a big, poofy pink dress. Roy barely constrained himself from brutally attacking her, and demanding his body back.
They continued to walk in silence. It was still early in the morning, maybe around 6 'o clock, so most of the Smashers were still snoozing in their beds, unaware of the horrible occurrences.
As they walked, Roy began to ponder some of the things that were on his mind. How could Peach be so carefree about the change? Perhaps it was because she was an idiot. As long as she could maintain her artificial beauty, nothing else seemed to matter to her. Were they the only ones affected by the body-switching? And, if so, why? They weren't the strongest people there, so why disable just them?
Once again, his thoughts were broken as Marth sharply poked him in the leg. "Look, there's Dr. Mario!" he exclaimed, jabbing a pointed claw across the room. Roy turned in the direction of the claw. Sure enough, there sat the white-jacketed (is that a word?) middle-aged man, curled up on the couch, sniffing curiously at a bowl of PokeFood for no apparent reason. "Now we won't have to look for the Mario Bros.! What a way to save time!"
Marth dashed across the room, overflowing with joy and confidence that they would finally be able to switch back.
"Dr., Dr.!" Marth cried, waving his paws in the air as he scampered over to the couch. "Something terrible has happened!" the mouse prince cried, leaping up next to the man and shaking him desperately, causing a couple kibbles to topple from the bowl. "You have to help-"
Marth trailed off as Dr. Mario began picking up the fallen bits with his mouth, and eating them. "Uh, what?!" Marth asked, utterly confused.
"Pikachu!" Dr. Mario exclaimed, pinching Marth's cheek, "Pika pi pi pika chu?" He offered a clump of the brownish food to Marth. Marth screamed, a terrible, screeching noise that grated on one's senses, and zipped away from Dr. Mario.
"HE'S LOST HIS MIND!!!" he shouted, leaping into Roy's arms and burying his face in his neck.. "Hold me, I'm scared."
Roy rolled his eyes, and dropped the little mouse to the floor. Marth sat quietly on the ground for a moment, then began whining and crying, complaining about how insensitive Roy was. Roy ignored him.
"Why in the world would Dr. Mario be eating Pokemon food?" he pondered, scratching his head. Tiny white flakes peeled away from his scalp and cluttered his shoulder. "Damn, Peach has dandruff."
Marth paused in his whining. "Dr. Mario is acting strangely like. Like. PIKACHU!!!" He leapt up from the ground. "Is it possible that we weren't the only ones who got switched?"
Roy snapped his fingers. "Of course! Everyone must have been scrambled! Whoever is out to get us knew none of the Smashers would be able to control our new forms, and thereby weakened the entire community by switching all of us around!"
"Then, Dr. Mario obviously doesn't know how to fix it, because he's still stuck somewhere in Pikachu's body." Marth said, realization finally striking him. His eyes began to fill with tears. "And that means-"
"N-no! Don't even think that way, Marth!" Roy kneeled down next to the little rodent, and pulled him into a warm embrace. "There's still hope, as long as we keep our spirits high and our confidence in succeeding strong!"
Marth sighed. "So, in other words, it's utterly hopeless. We're stuck this way for the rest of out lives." Roy smirked.
"Not exactly. I have a slight idea about what might be going on around here. But, first, we have to find the real Dr. Mario."
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*claps* Yayness! This chapter was a lot calmer than any of the previous ones. No worries, I will still keep the humor. I know it kinda faded in this chapter, but I'm not exactly feeling very cheerful right now. Family problems, blah. Gotta love 'em. -_-;
Sorry if this chapter is a little confusing. It's 2:50 in the morning, and I really didn't feel like getting into major detail.
Review! But, please. Spare the air, no flames. ^_^
*gives you a Tic Tac* Sorry, I ate all the cookies. =^^= *pig* Well, anyways, YAYNESS!!! You made it to chapter four. Please, forgive me if you are mentally scared for time and all eternity because of the previous chapter. It was quite disturbing, wasn't it? I'm sorry. Just some random information: Do you know how many times I used the word "pink" in the previous chapter?! Like, I think it was ten times!!! O___O
Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope there's nothing too disturbing in this one.
Disclaimer: If I owned Super Smash Bros., this would be one crazy game. O_o But, I don't, so all your sanity is spared. ^_^;
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The two swordsmen collapsed against their bunk bed, panting heavily. They were back in their own room, far, far away from Peach's. Unfortunately, the evil, pink images were etched deep into their innocent minds, never to be forgotten. Roy leaned his head back against the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily as he struggled to maintain normal breathing levels.
"Marth-" Roy whispered hoarsely, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of his face as he turned to face the little mouse prince. "We just have to get our bodies back. I can't stand the thought of Peach, disgracing me like that!"
Marth sighed, smiling sympathetically. He laid a furry paw on Roy's arm, hoping to comfort him, if only a little. He decided not to emphasize the embarrassment Peach had so readily dropped upon the poor swordsman's soul, and dismissed it from his mind and the conversation, not wanting to deepen the wound by bringing it up.
"We wasted too much time looking for him in the wrong places," Marth said coldly, "Dr. Mario could be anywhere now. I should've known those idiots would be too stupid to call a doctor."
Roy sighed, nodding knowingly. Peach and Pichu were quite the blondes.
"Dr. Mario is Mario's alter ego," Roy stated, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe the Mario Bros. would know where he is."
"Good idea," Marth said, bouncing to his feet. "Let's go find the Mario Bros.!" He started to scamper towards the door.
"Hold up," Roy said, catching the mouse by the tail. "I'm gonna put on some clothes. I'm beginning to feel a bit awkward, running around like this."
Marth sighed impatiently, but nodded. Roy had waited for him when he was embarrassed with the fact he was naked, so it was only fair he wait for Roy in return. Plopping down on his bunk, he waited, amusing himself by studying the little rat's features. The pink cheeks. Was it possible?
Roy strutted over to the closet, pushing aside various tunics belonging to both Marth and himself. Finally, he pulled out his regular blue and lavender outfit. As he slipped it on, he realized he'd have to tighten his belt a bit more than usual. His pants were all but falling down, caught only by Peach's absurdly wide hips. Shrugging, he tightened his belt. Not that big of deal. Stumbling into a pair of boots while fastening his cloak, Roy straightened up, examining himself in the mirror.
"Hmm. not bad," he said, picking up his blue tiara from the dresser. Carelessly tossing aside Peach's crown, which always miraculously seemed to stay on, no matter what situation it went through, he slipped on his blue tiara, then turned back to the mirror. Wow. He had managed to single- handedly turn the pink princess into a tomboy. At least, someone who looked like a tomboy. "Ah, it'll do." he said, carelessly waving his hand, as if to dismiss the matter. "Okay, Marth, I'm ready!"
He turned to his friend, and was slightly disturbed to see him twitching uncontrollably on the bed. "Uh, Marth?" he asked nervously.
"I just don't understand how that little rat FRIGGIN' DOES THAT!!!" Marth screamed, letting himself fall over backwards on the bed, exhausted, sweat beaded on his fuzzy brow. Roy stared at his friend, wondering if he'd finally lost his mind.
He quizzically raised an eyebrow, placing one hand on his curving hip. "Er, what exactly were you trying to do?" he asked.
"Thundershock, or whatever it's called." Marth said, sitting up and massaging his cheeks.
"Ah. I wouldn't do that, If I were you. I heard that Pichu hurts itself whenever it uses electric attacks." Roy stated calmly.
"Then, how am I supposed to defend myself?!" Marth demanded, flapping his arms in frustration.
"Defend yourself?" Roy questioned, "Against what?"
"Against whoever made us this way!" Marth shouted, exasperated, as if it should all be so obvious to Roy.
"Oh. Um, Pichu has some physical attacks, too. The aren't all that powerful, but they still do damage."
Marth sighed. "Well, whatever. I'll practice, after we find Dr. Mario." With that, he leapt off his bed, straightened his tiara, and trotted out the door. Roy paused, finally getting a moment to himself, pondering their conversation.
He'd never really thought this switching of their bodies was anything too serious. He'd figured maybe it was just some playful prank by the Master Hand. But, Marth was right. Someone had to have a reason for switching them. Maybe they planned to attack the Smash Bros. Headquarters. If so. . .
Marth had been totally helpless. He hadn't been able to figure out Pichu's attacks.
Roy paused, then stooped to the ground, feeling around for some kind of leaf, root, anything. He didn't find a single thing. Peach could pull turnips out of any terrain, even the Headquarters' tiled floors. He was in Peach's body, but still couldn't do it. Whoever had did this to then deserved a pat on the back. It was an ingenious strategy indeed. Their forces were noticeably weakened, now, since neither of the two Japanese swordsmen knew how to fight anymore.
But, why were they the ones who switched? There were a lot stronger people they could've immobilized, like Ganondorf or Mewtwo. Why just them? Unless. . .
Marth poked his little fuzzy head back in the doorway. "Roy? You comin' or what?"
"Huh?" Roy blinked, his train of thought broken, "Uh, yeah, sure."
He'd have to do some more pondering after they found Dr. Mario. Maybe then he'd have some idea what was going on.
--~~*~~--
Marth and Roy quietly walked down the stairs to the living room. Peach winked flirtingly at Roy when she passed them in the hall, probably on her way to the showers. Marth shuddered. What a horrible sight, his best friend with curly hair, tons of make-up, and a big, poofy pink dress. Roy barely constrained himself from brutally attacking her, and demanding his body back.
They continued to walk in silence. It was still early in the morning, maybe around 6 'o clock, so most of the Smashers were still snoozing in their beds, unaware of the horrible occurrences.
As they walked, Roy began to ponder some of the things that were on his mind. How could Peach be so carefree about the change? Perhaps it was because she was an idiot. As long as she could maintain her artificial beauty, nothing else seemed to matter to her. Were they the only ones affected by the body-switching? And, if so, why? They weren't the strongest people there, so why disable just them?
Once again, his thoughts were broken as Marth sharply poked him in the leg. "Look, there's Dr. Mario!" he exclaimed, jabbing a pointed claw across the room. Roy turned in the direction of the claw. Sure enough, there sat the white-jacketed (is that a word?) middle-aged man, curled up on the couch, sniffing curiously at a bowl of PokeFood for no apparent reason. "Now we won't have to look for the Mario Bros.! What a way to save time!"
Marth dashed across the room, overflowing with joy and confidence that they would finally be able to switch back.
"Dr., Dr.!" Marth cried, waving his paws in the air as he scampered over to the couch. "Something terrible has happened!" the mouse prince cried, leaping up next to the man and shaking him desperately, causing a couple kibbles to topple from the bowl. "You have to help-"
Marth trailed off as Dr. Mario began picking up the fallen bits with his mouth, and eating them. "Uh, what?!" Marth asked, utterly confused.
"Pikachu!" Dr. Mario exclaimed, pinching Marth's cheek, "Pika pi pi pika chu?" He offered a clump of the brownish food to Marth. Marth screamed, a terrible, screeching noise that grated on one's senses, and zipped away from Dr. Mario.
"HE'S LOST HIS MIND!!!" he shouted, leaping into Roy's arms and burying his face in his neck.. "Hold me, I'm scared."
Roy rolled his eyes, and dropped the little mouse to the floor. Marth sat quietly on the ground for a moment, then began whining and crying, complaining about how insensitive Roy was. Roy ignored him.
"Why in the world would Dr. Mario be eating Pokemon food?" he pondered, scratching his head. Tiny white flakes peeled away from his scalp and cluttered his shoulder. "Damn, Peach has dandruff."
Marth paused in his whining. "Dr. Mario is acting strangely like. Like. PIKACHU!!!" He leapt up from the ground. "Is it possible that we weren't the only ones who got switched?"
Roy snapped his fingers. "Of course! Everyone must have been scrambled! Whoever is out to get us knew none of the Smashers would be able to control our new forms, and thereby weakened the entire community by switching all of us around!"
"Then, Dr. Mario obviously doesn't know how to fix it, because he's still stuck somewhere in Pikachu's body." Marth said, realization finally striking him. His eyes began to fill with tears. "And that means-"
"N-no! Don't even think that way, Marth!" Roy kneeled down next to the little rodent, and pulled him into a warm embrace. "There's still hope, as long as we keep our spirits high and our confidence in succeeding strong!"
Marth sighed. "So, in other words, it's utterly hopeless. We're stuck this way for the rest of out lives." Roy smirked.
"Not exactly. I have a slight idea about what might be going on around here. But, first, we have to find the real Dr. Mario."
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*claps* Yayness! This chapter was a lot calmer than any of the previous ones. No worries, I will still keep the humor. I know it kinda faded in this chapter, but I'm not exactly feeling very cheerful right now. Family problems, blah. Gotta love 'em. -_-;
Sorry if this chapter is a little confusing. It's 2:50 in the morning, and I really didn't feel like getting into major detail.
Review! But, please. Spare the air, no flames. ^_^