©2002 This story was written by Katie (oh sure! Like I'll give you my last name!). It is totally 100% fictional, which is why it's a fanfic! If you wanna use it on your webpage, then you must e-mail me at katiec@nb.sympatico.ca. If I find my fanfic on your page without my permission, then I will personally kill you. Have a nice day :P!
WAR-NING! Some silly shounen-ai, cursing, some . . . interesting couples (very out-of-the-ordinary O.o), people who are extremely out-of-character, lemon-lime-flavoured humour, and much more naughty fun :D you have been warned! Also note that I really hate Ness, so he will be harmed periodically throughout. Enjoy!
[A/N: I mean nothing against gay people in this fic! If someone calls a homosexual character "queer", it's probably because they're pissed off. I also don't mean to offend anyone if it appears that I am using homosexuality as an insult. These are not my own views. I mean not to offend, and if I do, I'm VERY sorry!]
LEGAL SSBM DISCLAIMER: © 2001 Nintendo and HAL Laboratories. I don't own any rights for the game (peh! I wish! I wish I owned . . . yeeeheee . . . LINK too ^^).
Super Smash Bros. Melee: EXPOSED (Part 5)
Link didn't sleep at all that night. He simply could not believe that Marth of all people liked him!
I mean, didn't Marth have a wet dream about Samus? I thought he was in love with her! I thought he was all proud of his so-called heterosexual self! he thought. He paused for a second as he realized something. He smacked himself in the face. Ohhh, shit! He DIDN'T have a wet dream about SAMUS, did he!? It was about. . . . He shook his head to get the thought out. Dammit, what am I going to do!? The poor guy's a great bud of mine, but I like chicks! Especially Samus! . . . Hehehe . . . Samus. . . . Link's dirty Samus-thoughts commenced right then at six AM just as light was starting to pour in through the window nearby. Thanks to his dirty thoughts, Link got to sleep finally at 6:15.
Unfortunately, the normal time to wake up was 7:30 AM. Unless, of course, you happen to be DK, who drinks like a fish, or Pichu, who passes out from overdoses periodically. Or, Roy, who . . . wait, he quit his joint-smokin'. Damn. He's no longer an example, then.
"Hey, man, wake up!" came the voice of Marth. Link was happily dozing, and he rolled over in his bed with a cute little grin on his face.
"Just five more minutes, Mum," he groaned. Marth raised an eyebrow.
"Oi! Link, wake the fuck up," he muttered. Link snored even louder. Marth's expression went from slightly annoyed to downright pissed.
"Wake up, you lazy ass!" he shouted. Link smacked his lips, and started to drool on his pillow. Marth's eyes started to glow red (meep!), and his hair caught on fire.
"LINK, WAKE UP!" he shouted in a demonic voice. Link didn't lift a finger. Just then, Marth realized his hair was on fire. He screamed and put it out quickly, then resumed being angry. He glanced out in the hallway, and saw Bob-Omb walking by, his fuse lit. Marth grinned evilly, then ran out into the hallway and grabbed Bob.
"Oi! Gerroff me!" the Bob-Omb shouted angrily. "Whot the bloody 'ell d'you think yo're doing, you bloody 'uman!?" Marth smirked, then tossed Bob-Omb onto Link's bed.
"Let me tell you, ya yellow bastard," the Bob-Omb continued angrily. "Sod off right bloody now, or I'll get angry!" At that second, the Bob-Omb exploded. Link leapt and hit his head on the top of the other bunk above him.
"OW! FUCK!" he screamed. Marth noticed that his eyes had very dark, tired circles around them.
"Did you get much sleep last night, Link?" he asked cautiously. Link yawned sleepily and rubbed his head.
"No . . . euh, Marth, I, eh, have to go," he said quickly. He hopped out of bed (now that he was almost certain he had a concussion) and stumbled sleepily to the washroom, where Pikachu was takin' a leak.
"'Morning, Pikachu," Link grumbled as he walked over to the sink. Pikachu raised an eyebrow from the urinal.
"What happened to you?" he asked. "You look as if a Bob-Omb just blew up in your face." Link groaned.
"That happened, among other things," he groaned. He bent over the sink to splash some water on his face. Pikachu shook his head.
"When you fuck your family I guess that's just the way it goes," he sang. Link snapped his head up from the sink.
"What!?" he exclaimed. Pikachu shrugged.
"I dunno, man, it just seemed like a Blink moment," he said. Jiggle jiggle, zzzzzzip, and he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.
Fox and Falco sat in the lobby, thinking of something mean to do to someone.
"I know!" Falco said suddenly. "How about we go and put a bucket of fish oil over the door so that the next person who walks through there'll be smelling like fish for a week?" He snorted at his brilliant plan. Fox raised an eyebrow.
"Euh, no. I know! How about we put marbles on the other side of the door, so that the next person who walks in falls and breaks their neck?" He immediately started whooping with laughter. Falco shook his head.
"Dude, I want to be mean, but not that mean. Can't go around killin' people. We need something clean, but mean. . . . Oh fuck. Hit me, Fox, I just rhymed."
Just then, in through the door came Dr. Mario and Mr. Game & Watch talking excitedly. They turned and glanced at Falco and Fox sitting in their velvet purple chairs, and they stopped dead in their tracks.
"Fox and Falco," said Mr. Game & Watch. The dynamic (and rather annoying) duo ran over to see the two furry woodland creatures. Both Game & Watch and Dr. Mario held up a pen and some paper.
"What the fuck. . . ?" Fox hissed to Falco, who shrugged in reply. In great annoyance, the two watched as Dr. Mario grinned up at them.
"Can we have your autographs?" he asked hopefully. Fox and Falco glanced at eachother for a moment, a look of sympathy evident in their eyes. They looked to be mentally conversing, their gaze softening as if they felt sorry for the two pathetic bastards before them, when suddenly, their soft gazes were replaced by expressions of pure, flaming red malice. They snapped their necks around and gave the two obsessive dickheads the Looks of Pure Death.
"No, you pieces of shit!" Falco shouted, "you canNOT have our motherfucking autographs, and you want to know why? Because we hate you and you do not deserve our autographs! We are celebrities, stars! And what the hell are you? Well, chopped liver, my dear friend, CHOPPED LIVER!" Falco continued to shout and insult Dr. and Mr. for approximately 10.48663 minutes, and finished off with a grand "And therefore, YO' MAMA!", which sent Mr. Game & Watch and Dr. Mario to the floor, crying and screaming like school children stung by bees. Then, Fox grabbed Mr. Game and Watch, and Falco grabbed Dr. Mario. Then they dragged the poor little buggers off toward the Poké Floats.
At noon, when Roy woke up, he was feeling rather refreshed. His clothes didn't smell like day-old weed, and for the first time in awhile, he could really breathe again and smell something other than marijuana.
"Donkey Kong," Roy shouted triumphantly from the top bunk, "I think today is a monumental day for me. I've turned over a new leaf! - No pun intended. Ah yes, the birds are singing, the air is clear, and the grass - no pun intended - is greener! It is a beautiful day, DK, and I think I'm going to go out and enjoy it!" All of a sudden, the previous night's events rushed back into his mind.
Wooowowowowowo shisisisisisihshsihsis psychadelic neon rainbow flashback!!
Link walked into the druggie-dorm where Roy sat, taking a puff on an enormous joint. He grinned at the elven man as he entered.
"Link! Mah main man! Mah homey! Mah muchacho! Mon ami! Puraschikku foodo!" he exclaimed with a grin. "Come to join the party?" Pichu groaned on the bed and muttered something about the mermaids coming to feed him gumdrop gingerbread men and take him away to a land far, far away. Link raised an eyebrow slightly and coughed a bit.
"Errr, ah, no, not really," he muttered. "But I came to ask you for another hint on who likes me." Roy grinned deviously.
"Dude, you should know by now that it's Marth," he said. Link's eyes wided, then Roy realized what he had just done. "Oh . . . shit! That's it!" He threw his weed on the floor, then proceeded to jump off the bed and stomp on it until it was nothing but a big pile of mush. "I am quitting weed TODAY! Drugs are VERY BAD!" Link looked appalled.
"Are . . . are you serious!?" he exclaimed. "It's Marth!? Marth is the one that likes me!?" Roy sighed a bit as he grabbed a broom and a dust pan, then swept up all that was left of his marijuana and tossed it into the garbage bin.
"Well, I guess there's no use in denying it, since you obviously know now. Yes, Link. Marth is the one that likes you," he grumbled. "But please don't say anything to him! He'll kill me if he finds out I told you!" Link nodded a bit, and sighed.
"Okay . . . I won't say anything. Thanks, Roy."
Roy slapped himself across the forehead with an astonished look on his face.
"Ohhhh fuckdamn!" he hissed. He hopped off the bed and sped down the hallway to find Link. Donkey Kong groped his skull tenderly.
"Stopp yellen ssoo looooouuudddd . . ." he grumbled in a still-drunken slur.
Mewtwo sighed lustily as he posted up his brand new poster of Joanna Dark that Celebi had given to him. Yes, Celebi. I know, I know . . . I mean, what the hell!? Celebi's this super-powerful Pokémon who can go to the past and into the future, but she has a crush on Mewtwo!? Fucken eh . . . gnar anyway, back to our heartwarming story!
"Joanna Dark!?" came the annoying voice of the poor little bastard Ness, whose face was covered with scars and whatnot because everyone hated him. Mewtwo spun around on the bed and eyed the dotty-eyed little fuckface.
"Yes, Ms. Dark, my lady. Do you have a problem, or are you jealous that I have such a lovely specimen of feminine beauty hanging above my bed?" asked Mewtwo defensively. Ness immediately began cracking up.
"Man, Mewtwo, get a life! Joanna is an ugly, skanky ho! Now, if you want a real woman, I suggest you go after Paula, if you can handle her!" he laughed like the stupid moron he is. Of course, Mewtwo took great offense to this. So much offense that his entire skin turned red and caught fire like Hades from Hercules (damn that was scary!). His eyes began glowing a bright, metallic orange as well. Suddenly . . . BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!! And all of Ness's clothes, his skin . . . even the floor surrounding him, was pitch black. Then he crumbled into a pile of cartoon dust with two dotlike eyes and held up a sign that said "OW". Dammit, Ness, this isn't a Wile E. Coyote cartoon! Then, he held up a sign that said "SORRY, NEKONEZUME". Aww, it's okay, Ness! I still hate you though.
"There, you stupid dick!" exclaimed Mewtwo. "Now, don't ever dis my lady again, or you'll be feeling it even worse than that!" Ness cringed in his dustlike state, then he held up a sign that read "GYEEEEEEEP! OKAY, OKAY, FINE!" Mewtwo grinned, dusted off his, er, "hands" (or are they paws? I mean, what the hell are those things!? Three "fingers" that are all ballike and stuff!? That's just messed up, at least Mew has hands! . . . or are they paws?), then walked out the door, leaving Ness to be cleaned up by the Topi custodian that entered the room just then. Mewtwo smirked as Ness was swept up and tossed into the waste recepticle.
At lunch time, everyone had a picnic outside on the lawn. Just about everyone was there, and it was somewhat of a potluck (Pichu brought these odd-looking mushrooms that no one touched). Everyone walked around the picnic table with plates and picked up the foods they wanted. Pikachu and Kirby were angrily fighting to get behind Jigglypuff, who was spooning a tasty-looking tuna casserole made by Zelda onto her plate. Finally, Pikachu caught up to her.
"Heyy Jiggy," he said. Jigglypuff turned around slightly. When she saw who it was, she continued to spoon casserole onto her plate.
"Hi Pikachu, what's up?" she asked. Pikachu grinned stupidly.
"I just came to tell you that . . . well, this world is such an ugly place, but . . . you're so beautiful to me," he said sincerely. Jigglypuff smiled and turned around.
"Aww, Pikachu! I'm impressed! That's so sweet, where'd you think of that?" she asked, blushing slightly. Pikachu's big, dumb grin broadened.
"I got it from a Blink 182 song," he said. Jigglypuff looked at him like he was an idiot, then she dumped her casserole over his head and walked off to get another plate. Pikachu stood there dumbfounded.
"Was it something I said?" he asked honestly.
Jigglypuff angrily made her way to the end of the table where a stack of clean plates was present. Kirby handed her one with a grin.
"Pikachu buggin' ya?" he asked. Jigglypuff growled.
"Fuck yes," she hissed. "He said something really sweet to me, then told me he got it from a Blink 182 song! What the hell is that!?" Kirby laughed a bit.
"You know, if I were your boyfriend, I would say things to you that I had said myself, not by some member of a punk band," he said. Jigglypuff frowned.
"I can't believe you'd be so insensitive, Kirby! I'm pissed off already, and you decide to think about YOURSELF! Well, I'll tell you right now that I hate both of you!" she shouted. Kirby's eyes widened, and Pikachu turned around to look at her, wiping casserole off his face.
"That's right; I HATE you! You're both a couple of stupid, ignorant, self-centered fucks, and you ruined my lunch and I hope I never see you fuckers again after this damned week is over! You hear me!?" she screamed. Everyone looked at her strangely. "Besides . . . to tell the truth . . . I'm in love with Pichu." Everyone raised their eyebrows in surprise, and turned to face Pichu, who was happily chomping away on his weird-looking mushrooms. He dropped the one he was snacking on and looked at Jigglypuff with wide eyes.
"You . . . you love me?" he asked in a cute, choked-up sort of voice. "No one's ever really cared for me before . . . that's why I turned to drugs . . . but. . . ." His eyes welled up with tears, and he tossed the plate full of wacky shrooms back into the bushes. Then, he burst right into tears and started sobbing loudly.
"I L-L-L-LOOOOOVE YOU T-T-TOO, JIGGLYP-PUFF!" he wailed. Jigglypuff smiled warmly, walked over to him, and helped him up. The two then walked hand-in-hand into HAL, with Pichu still sobbing slightly (it was the cutest, most sickeningly heartwarming scene I have ever seen in my entire life! *mops tear away* 'Scuse me. . . .). Then, Pikachu and Kirby looked at eachother with their eyes open wide and their jaws near the ground.
"What-the-hell?" Pikachu muttered. Kirby shook his head slowly.
"I don't know, man, but that is some seriously fucked up shit."
Later on, Pikachu and Kirby were sitting in the dorm by themselves on Pikachu's bed, blasting sad Blink 182 songs and crooning along.
". . . I'm giving up, she found someone," they sang together sadly. Kirby sighed as he dabbed at his eyes with the corner of a napkin he stole from the picnic.
"Man . . . where did we go wrong?" he asked Pikachu sadly. "I mean, both of us tried and tried and tried to get her, and that got us absolutely nowhere!" Pikachu nodded in agreement as a tear spilled down his face.
"I mean, I didn't mean to piss her off by taking the quote from Blink! Man. . . ." At this time, Pikachu found it would be appropriate to quote Blink 182 once again. "Girls are such a drag." Then, something clicked on in Kirby's brain.
"Pikachu, maybe that's the problem," he said suddenly. Pikachu raised an eyebrow.
"Eh? Maybe what's the problem?" he asked, sounding slightly confused. Kirby sighed.
"Well, Pikachu, have you ever had a girlfriend before?" he muttered. Pikachu blushed a bit.
"Euh . . . well I don't normally tell people this, but . . . no, I haven't," he grumbled, sounding embarassed.
"Neither have I," said Kirby, "but I think the reason you and I have never had girlfriends is because, well . . . we're meant to have boyfriends instead." Pikachu's eyes widened, and he threw his hands into the air in protest.
"Uhm, no, I likes ze women, thank you very much!" he exclaimed. He closed his eyes and started to protest some more, when suddenly Kirby turned over and kissed Pikachu. Pikachu's eyes snapped open, and he saw Kirby before him. His eyes were closed, and Pikachu immediately knew that this was a sincere kiss. Slowly, Pikachu closed his own eyes, and returned the kiss.
Back at the picnic, Nana decided that it was high time she told Bowser how she felt about him, despite the fact she was not a princess. Popo protested.
"Nana, are you stupid!? You're not a princess! Bowser only likes princesses!" he hissed. Nana still looked determined.
"I don't care. He deserves to know," she said. Popo then shut up because, hey, she had a point. Nana spotted Bowser sitting alone under a shady maple tree, slowly picking away at the strawberry cobbler that Nana herself had made. That made Nana grin, even though she noticed Bowser looked slightly heartbroken and lonely. She walked over and sat down beside him, with her plate of Bowser's onion soufflé.
"Hey Bowser," she said happily, "your onion soufflé is really something else!" She choked down a bite of it. As much as she hated the taste, she thought she'd be nice to him. Bowser looked up slowly, and smiled weakly.
"Hullo, Nana. Thanks for the compliment, they're always appreciated. Your strawberry cobbler is amazing. Who'd have ever thought that cinnamon would be such a great companion to strawberries?" he said with a shrug. Nana grinned and blushed slightly.
"And who'd ever have thought that olives and vinegar would put the perfect accent on the onions?" she lied. If I take another bite of this shit, I'll gag! Bowser laughed a bit.
"Usually humans don't like it. It's an old Koopa recipe passed down through the generations. Each generation improves it a little more. I can honestly say that mine is better than my own father's, and my grandfather's, although I don't like to brag," he smiled. "I guess you're different, though. That's good." Nana's face grew slightly pinker.
"Anyway, uhm, Bowser," she said, putting a hand to her cheek to hide her blushing face a little bit. "I didn't really come to discuss food, that's the thing. I came to . . . to . . . tell you somthing," she said nervously. Bowser cocked an eyebrow and looked rather interested all of a sudden.
"Really? Hmm, what did you want to tell me?" he asked. Nana looked down at the grass.
"Well, Bowser . . . you know the feeling when - when you really like someone?" she asked, looking up at the shimmering blue sky through the leaves of the maple tree. Bowser smiled weakly.
"I know that feeling all too well, Nana," he said. Nana sighed, and she closed her eyes. Bowser noticed she looked considerably sadder.
"Well . . . well, that's . . . the way I . . . feel for you, Bowser. . . ." she said slowly. Bowser's eyes slowly widened.
"You . . . like me?" he asked. Nana looked down and nodded slowly, her face red as a beet. Bowser looked at her with sympathy.
"That's sweet, Nana. No one's really liked me before. I'd probably like you too, but . . . well, Nana, I'm a bad guy, and I'm only interested in princesses. I'm really sorry, Nana, but that's just the way I am. I'm no good for you, anyway. You're such a nice girl, and you're awfully cute! I'd hate to . . . well, corrupt you," he said. Nana smiled sadly.
"That's okay, Bowser. I didn't really expect you to like me back anyway. I just thought you deserved to know." She shrugged. "Feelings are feelings." She stood, and she walked over to where Popo was standing. Popo could tell simply by the look on Nana's face that Bowser had rejected her.
"Nana, I told you he just liked princesses. I'm sorry. Looks like you have no choice but to get over him," he said. Nana frowned.
"Yes, I do have a choice," she muttered, "and I'm going to be a princess."
Ganondorf walked behind Yoshi as he spooned the ham and cheese omlette Ganondorf had made for him onto a plate. Ganondorf smirked, noticed no one else was around, and walked right up and . . . O_O grabbed Yoshi's ass. This made Yoshi jump slightly, but then he turned around. When he saw it was Ganondorf, he grinned like a dope.
"Hey hun," said Yoshi, "what's up?" Ganondorf shrugged.
"I see a nice ass, I just have to grab it, ya know?" he said. Yoshi laughed a bit.
"Oh stop it, Gannie, you're making me blush," he giggled. Ganondorf looked down on him with an odd seductive glare.
"You know, Yoshi, you're just so hot, I may have to take you, right here and now," he said with a grin. AHHHHHH!! Okay, this is entirely TOO DISGUSTING FOR ME!
"Uhh, Nekonezume? Why are you writing it, then?" Yoshi asked. Now, let's not be silly, Yoshi! I'm writing it because . . . euuuhhh, because . . . hey, you know, I could kill you or your precious Gannie anytime I wanted!
"You wouldn't dare!" Yoshi exclaimed, looking appalled and saddened. He wrapped his arms around one of Ganondorf's thick, trunklike legs.
"Ohhhh, Yoshi, you know I love it when you do that," Ganondorf said in a low voice. "What do you say we get out of here?" AAHHHH!!! That's not right!! I really could kill you guys, you know!
"Yeah, but you wouldn't, coz you really think we make a cute couple," said Yoshi with a shrug. Now wait just one tootin' minute - "Bye!" And with that, Yoshi and Ganondorf walked into the house (with Yoshi still clinging on to Ganondorf's leg, disgusting) before I could kill one of 'em. Dammit.
Later on that night, the girls were all in their dorm (no one was sleeping with anyone else tonight, for some odd reason), when Peach had an idea.
"Girls," she said with an evil grin, "let's play Truth or Dare." All the girls immediately started giggling.
"Oh, yes!" said Samus suddenly. "We have to make a special mixture for those who don't feel like doing their dare or truth. Be right back!" She ran into the kitchen.
Five minutes later, Samus returned with a big bucket full of foul-smelling stuff. Daisy took one look inside and made a disgusted face.
"Samus, what the hell is in there?" she asked. Samus grinned maliciously.
"Three tablespoons of peanut butter, eight squirts of ketchup, some horseradish, apple jelly, half a cup of this morning's leftover coffee, some milk, two and a half teaspoons of mustard, three spoonfulls of mayo, four egg whites, and to level it all off, some water," she announced triumphantly. All the girls in the room looked at eachother with wide, wide eyes and looked very ill. "You have to eat one teaspoon of that if you don't do your dare or your truth," Samus added. The rest of the girls looked at eachother, then shrugged.
"Okay," they all said in unison. They all sat around in a circle, and Peach went first. She eyed her victims carefully, then swooped in for the kill.
"Zelda," she said passively, "truth or dare?" Zelda smirked, and everyone looked at her with wide eyes.
"Dare," she said. Everyone but she and Peach gasped loudly. Peach grinned.
"I dare you to come into the bathroom with me, sit by the door, and pretend we're . . . you know," she said. Okay, as much as I hate writing this part, I figure we've got enough shounen ai in this story to do the girls for awhile, we need to let the guys have something, no matter how small it may be!! . . . augh, I guess. All the girls in the room made disgusted faces.
"Peach, that's nasty," said Daisy. Peach grinned.
"We're going to have some fun with the boys; play with their minds a bit," she said. She turned to Zelda. "So, are you going to, or do you want a little nibble of Samus's concoction?" Zelda smirked.
"I'm not stupid, Peach, of course I will. This'll be a riot."
Peach and Zelda ran into the girls washroom as the other girls peeked out the door. As Peach and Zelda entered the washroom giggling hysterically, they closed the door quickly and stationed themselves by the door. Right then, they both started artificially moaning, rather loudly.
Link was going on an evening stroll through the corridors. He couldn't sleep too well, mostly because he wasn't on top of Samus, but also because he still could not believe Marth liked him! Link sighed loudly as he passed by the girl's lavatory. Suddenly, he heard something. . . .
"AAAAHHH, OHHHHHHH ZELDDAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Link's eyes widened, and his heart started racing.
HOLY SHIT!! He thought, a grin starting to grow on his face. That's! That's! Thaaaaaaa . . . HOLY SHIT! MOTHERFUCKING SHITTING FUCK SHIT FUCK!! And with that, he sped off to get the rest of the guys.
Approximately one hour later, all the (straight) guys had their ears pressed to the door. All of them were insanely turned on, and some of them . . . heh anyway, their soldiers were standing at attention, I'll say that much. Suddenly, the screaming got louder and louder.
"OHHHHHHH ZELDAAAAAAA!!" screamed Peach, "I THINK I'M GOING TO . . . TO . . . AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
"PEEAAAAAAACHH!! OH, FUCK! AHHHHHHHHH!" Zelda screamed in reply. Suddenly, they both stopped. Slowly, they stood up (trying to conceal their laughter), and they (very, very) slowly opened the door and walked out. All the men gazed up at the two women (they had mussed up eachother's hair to make it look valid) with drunken faces.
"Oh, we're sorry, did we wake you up?" asked Zelda with a giggle. Shiek reached out and grabbed her around the waist.
"You, are coming with me, you little minx!" he exclaimed with a grin. He picked her up in his arms and carried her off toward the . . . broom closet!! What the hell!? Suddenly, Captain Falcon reached out and grabbed Peach's hand.
"You and I need to, ahem, TALK," he said, dragging her off toward the . . . laundry room O_o.
Ahhh yes, it seems all was well that night, except for with Nana. She received and gave her truths and dares very absent-mindedly, as she was determined tomorrow that she would somehow become a princess.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
A/N: GYAAAAAARAGARAOOOO ;_; I'm SO sorry minna!! I really am! I can't BELIEVE how long it's been since I updated this fic! Gnar, well would you believe I had an ENORMOUS case of writer's block (which I did), and thanks to Britz (for the Bowser turning Nana down and Nana going on a quest to be a princess idea), Arreiyenne (for the truth or dare idea), and Akkima-chan (for the idea of Mewtwo beating the everlasting urine out of Ness for dissin' his lady)!
THE THIEF HAS BEEN CAUGHT! That's right, the notorious pimpmastajay has been caught! And let it be known to all that I have forgiven him (despite the fact he lead others to believe my work was his own and tried to become recognized for work that was not his own :\), but if he ever does it again to ANYONE I will not forgive him ever ever ever because it's simply not fair. Uncule.
Ennyhoody, I know this chapter sucked ass, but it's building up for next chapter . . . which is going to be REALLY, REALLY interesting ^_~. How? Well, you'll just have to wait and see! Anyway, I'm no longer overridden with ideas, if anyone wants to lend some!! Oh, and please no more Marth/Link ones, I already have my own plan for them, but thanks! Feel free to e-mail me with any ideas!!
Oh yeah, also e-mail me with opinions on an SSBM:E website. I'm planning on making one, but I wanna know if people would sent in fanworks like art and the like, or would participate in a message board and stuff. Please e-mail me if you like the sounds of it! Till next time! ^_^