Chapter 2: Something Fishy's up.
"Michelle, watch out," cried out her best friend, Mel. Michelle snapped back to reality and slammed on the breaks before she hit the small animal running across the road.
"Oh my God," breathed Michelle. "Did I hit it? What was that?"
"You almost hit a fox, Mich." Fox. Michelle was missing her furry friend, Fox, as well. She just couldn't get her mind off of him and the other Smashers. "Maybe I should drive." Michelle quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. We're almost there."
"I'm worried about you, Mich. You were completely out of it in Trig, slow with your actions in Drama, you spilled some paint on your good khaki's, and you nearly ticked off 'Satan' after she caught you doodling in your notebook again ('Satan' being her English teacher). You just haven't been yourself lately. Is your dad on travel again?"
"No."
"Then what's up?" Michelle sighed, looked at her pendant, and looked at the rear view mirror, then realized there's a long line of cars behind her. She quickly stepped on the gas and drove to their destination: Mel's house. She parked the car and she and her friend got out of it. They were walking up to her door until they stopped and noticed the sky get darker all of a sudden.
"I don't remember rain being in the forecast for today," stated Mel curiously. Michelle's eyes widened, her mind going back to the day she was sent to the Mansion in the first time, only this sky looked more.evil. She gasped as a dark purple aura surrounded her. Mel ran up to her, but was sent flying backwards as she landed on her back in her front yard. She watched in horror as her best friend suddenly disappeared into the dark purple light, then fainted from shock.
Young Link's room lit up from the nearby lightning strike, followed by a very loud boom, waking up the Kokiri. He sat up, wide-eyed, then looked around his messy, pitch black room and caught his breath. He hugged his Pikachu plushie close to him and got out of bed. He slipped on one of his toys and landed on his back with a thud, dropping the plushie. He quickly got up and went into the hallway, careful not to wake anybody up. He tiptoed to Link's room, quietly opened the door, and entered the clean, yet dark room. The power had gone out after the last lightning strike. He went up to Link's bed and looked at the tossing, turning, older version of himself. He always wondered why he never took off his hat. He quickly remembered why he was in the room and shook him lightly. Link quickly woke up, giving out a small shout. He regained his tired composure and looked at Young Link.
"Link, what's wrong," asked Link.
"The storm woke me up, and I can't get back to sleep," replied Young Link. Link stood up and ruffled his younger version's blonde hair, then his eyes widened as he gasped slightly. Young Link looked up at him quickly, hearing him. "What's wrong?"
"She's here.but she's in trouble!"
"Who's here?"
"C'mon, we've gotta find her!" Link started to run out of the room, but before he could get to the door, he tripped on his rug and fell flat on his face with a thud. Young Link laughed at him, then helped him up. "Let's bring someone else along with us. Preferably someone with good night vision. Ours isn't very good."
"Let's ask Fox and Falco," said Young Link. His older version nodded and both of them ran out of Link's room, in their pajamas, to Fox's room.
Michelle groggily opened her eyes and looked around. The room was dark. Very dark. She could barely make out two large figures. Her eyes widened once she realized they were two large gloves. She tried to sit up, but she was strapped down onto a platform. She couldn't even move her arms and legs.
"Well, well, well," said the first glove, Master Hand. "Look who's back, brother."
"Why, it's the human," replied the second glove, Crazy Hand.
"Why am I here," roared Michelle, looking more angry than scared.
"That won't matter in a few hours, Girl," laughed Master Hand. "Once the Phantom is revived, we'll use your spirit to restore his magic and make him even stronger than before."
"Face it," started Crazy Hand. "You and your precious Smashers are finished. And there's nothing you or your friends can do about it."
"And once Kimoru is revived," interrupted a third voice. Michelle looked at the large, horned and spiked figure and her eyes widened in fear, her face turning sheet white. "We'll destroy the Smashers and rule over Nintendoland!" The three laughed maniacally as Michelle lay there helpless, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Somebody. . .please. . . help me. . .
"Michelle, watch out," cried out her best friend, Mel. Michelle snapped back to reality and slammed on the breaks before she hit the small animal running across the road.
"Oh my God," breathed Michelle. "Did I hit it? What was that?"
"You almost hit a fox, Mich." Fox. Michelle was missing her furry friend, Fox, as well. She just couldn't get her mind off of him and the other Smashers. "Maybe I should drive." Michelle quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. We're almost there."
"I'm worried about you, Mich. You were completely out of it in Trig, slow with your actions in Drama, you spilled some paint on your good khaki's, and you nearly ticked off 'Satan' after she caught you doodling in your notebook again ('Satan' being her English teacher). You just haven't been yourself lately. Is your dad on travel again?"
"No."
"Then what's up?" Michelle sighed, looked at her pendant, and looked at the rear view mirror, then realized there's a long line of cars behind her. She quickly stepped on the gas and drove to their destination: Mel's house. She parked the car and she and her friend got out of it. They were walking up to her door until they stopped and noticed the sky get darker all of a sudden.
"I don't remember rain being in the forecast for today," stated Mel curiously. Michelle's eyes widened, her mind going back to the day she was sent to the Mansion in the first time, only this sky looked more.evil. She gasped as a dark purple aura surrounded her. Mel ran up to her, but was sent flying backwards as she landed on her back in her front yard. She watched in horror as her best friend suddenly disappeared into the dark purple light, then fainted from shock.
Young Link's room lit up from the nearby lightning strike, followed by a very loud boom, waking up the Kokiri. He sat up, wide-eyed, then looked around his messy, pitch black room and caught his breath. He hugged his Pikachu plushie close to him and got out of bed. He slipped on one of his toys and landed on his back with a thud, dropping the plushie. He quickly got up and went into the hallway, careful not to wake anybody up. He tiptoed to Link's room, quietly opened the door, and entered the clean, yet dark room. The power had gone out after the last lightning strike. He went up to Link's bed and looked at the tossing, turning, older version of himself. He always wondered why he never took off his hat. He quickly remembered why he was in the room and shook him lightly. Link quickly woke up, giving out a small shout. He regained his tired composure and looked at Young Link.
"Link, what's wrong," asked Link.
"The storm woke me up, and I can't get back to sleep," replied Young Link. Link stood up and ruffled his younger version's blonde hair, then his eyes widened as he gasped slightly. Young Link looked up at him quickly, hearing him. "What's wrong?"
"She's here.but she's in trouble!"
"Who's here?"
"C'mon, we've gotta find her!" Link started to run out of the room, but before he could get to the door, he tripped on his rug and fell flat on his face with a thud. Young Link laughed at him, then helped him up. "Let's bring someone else along with us. Preferably someone with good night vision. Ours isn't very good."
"Let's ask Fox and Falco," said Young Link. His older version nodded and both of them ran out of Link's room, in their pajamas, to Fox's room.
Michelle groggily opened her eyes and looked around. The room was dark. Very dark. She could barely make out two large figures. Her eyes widened once she realized they were two large gloves. She tried to sit up, but she was strapped down onto a platform. She couldn't even move her arms and legs.
"Well, well, well," said the first glove, Master Hand. "Look who's back, brother."
"Why, it's the human," replied the second glove, Crazy Hand.
"Why am I here," roared Michelle, looking more angry than scared.
"That won't matter in a few hours, Girl," laughed Master Hand. "Once the Phantom is revived, we'll use your spirit to restore his magic and make him even stronger than before."
"Face it," started Crazy Hand. "You and your precious Smashers are finished. And there's nothing you or your friends can do about it."
"And once Kimoru is revived," interrupted a third voice. Michelle looked at the large, horned and spiked figure and her eyes widened in fear, her face turning sheet white. "We'll destroy the Smashers and rule over Nintendoland!" The three laughed maniacally as Michelle lay there helpless, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Somebody. . .please. . . help me. . .
