Wow! Incredible! This is how long the story had been running!? That's a lot of months, weeks, blood, and tears put into this alone! I just wanna say thank you for the support and positive reviews over the course of one year, the story's original lifespan. It means so much!!

~ NyQuil S.

After the school bell had rang to alert the rest of the campus that their current class has ended, the entirety of the school had been seen bustling out and scattering across each and every part of the halls. A few people in particular, the Melee fighters, were already meeting up with each other at a different part near the stairs. Upon them reuniting, they waved hands and gave each other secret handshakes. Mr. Game and Watch, however, was feeling a slight giddiness in himself as he had his hands buried deep inside his two black pockets. He swung his hips back and forth in anticipation and kept shifting his gaze over to something.

"Hey, Game and Watch, what's wrong?" Falco asked as he fixed his gaze at the 2D fighter in a state of impatience.

Mr. Game and Watch, ignoring the Bird's question, still looked at the Vendor selling dance tickets and then said, "Bop," before scurrying off to him. Looking forward after his Polygon partner, Falco simply shrugged his shoulders and continued with the conversation.

Meanwhile with the small 2D Fighter, he was able to approach the fighting Wireframe selling the tickets. On his way over, he continued to fumble through his pockets to look for the $20 dollars he had been saving up for this event, sighing in relief that they were still there. He walked up slowly to where the Wireframe sat at her chair, slumped out of boredom but gained an attentive posture when she saw Game and Watch, amidst the loud crowd of students and staff alike.

Readjusting her glasses, she asked, "Hello there! How many tickets are you willing to purchase?"

"Beedop Boop," the 2D Fighter replied, but he knew it seemed too much for him to hear, especially with what he had in mind.

"Two tickets, right? Okay then." The Wireframe scooted back in her chair to retrieve something from the inside of the desk, which were a tray full of tickets. Taking two out and placing them down in front of Game and Watch, she said, "that'll be $15."

He simply proceeded to hand her a single $20 bill and thanked the vendor for the tickets before he eventually rushed back to the other Melee Fighters. Shoving both the tickets inside his pocket, he was met with Zelda's curious gaze.

"What was that about?" She asked as she twirled herself around and looked down at the 2D fighter. Mr. Game and Watch, his face burning of a red hot sensation of love and ecstasy, he replied with a single "Beep". The other Melee fighters turned their attention towards Game and Watch and gave him faces of shock.

"W-Wait," Young Link said, "you're going to ask Ponny out to the dance?"

"Beeeep!!"

They each exchanged surprised glances and then affixed their gazes back at the 2D Fighter once again, but this time, they all silently applauded him and gave him pats on the shoulder, as if he confessed to something good. The crowd of Melee Fighters soon erupted into a cacophony of whoops and hollers of appreciation.

"This is your very first girl in years!" Ganondorf exclaimed, "let's celebrate!"

The entire group chuckled and walked off to their next classes in hopes of getting the day over with. Mr. Game and Watch skipped happily along the halls to where his next teacher's classroom was, his positive attitude of asking out the Primid girl coming into play. However, he kept his hands buried deep inside his pockets yet again as he entered the class, amazed by the fact that he was met with an almost empty setting.

Not a single fighter had showed up except for a few of them as they were either laying their heads down or looking through their phones. Game and Watch turned his head to see Mr. Guzman, a Geolyte, sitting at his desk with his face buried in a book. The 2D Fighter took his seat next to Terry and looked up at the board, his mind wondering why they were doing nothing. Apparently, there hasn't been a lesson today as it had been cancelled with no warning or explanation.

"Master Hand wouldn't tell me why we had to do this," Guzman explained, his voice low and calm, "but there will be no lessons today. So, just enjoy doing whatever." He went back to his book as every other student still continued their usual hobbies as Mr. Game and Watch shot a quick glance at the clock over on the far side of the walls, his anticipation building up inside of him and causing him to have the urge to burst like a balloon. Sitting back in his chair and taking out a piece of notebook paper, he proceeded to take out a pen and placed the tip of it on the center of his nose.

Across the upper line, he wrote "Ponny" in cursive, his handwriting being shown in an exquisitely graceful light on paper. The silence of the entire classroom was filled with the scribbling of his pen and the paper being ruffled with each motion across its lines. Meanwhile with the Ultimate Fighter Terry, he looked over in curiosity and nodded his head in agreement.

"Is this a letter you're writing?" He whispered to Game and Watch, causing him to stop in his tracks. It was as if his heart stopped from the realization that Terry had been reading his mind, but he brushed off this feeling and then replied with a single "Bee-eep Bop Bop."

Terry was frozen by this response as he took a step back and gulped a knot down his throat. He then regained his composure and said, "for Ponny, it seems. You have a crush on her now?"

"Beedop Beep." Mr. Game and Watch shrugged his shoulders in silent agreement and continued writing, his attention being focused primarily on the letter than anything else.

"Game and Watch, you don't have to hide your feelings from that Primid. Honestly it isn't a smart decision to hide it until it's too late."

"Beeeep," the 2D Fighter replied as his voice gave off a long sad drawl. Terry raised a hand to pat him on the head and chuckled before returning to his seat. Keeping his gaze fixed on the lines underneath the title he wrote, Mr. Game and Watch tapped his pen against the side of his steel desk, mustering up thoughts on what and how to describe Ponny in her best forms. During her first day at the Smash House, Game and Watch remembered seeing her alone, minding her own business. While he tried to remember the good memories he had with her, like sleeping beside her in the bed and becoming her very first friend, the only kinds of memories that kept coming back were terrible, awful ones - he remembered the sneering laughter of the Brawl Fighters whenever they threw something at the small Primid, called her names, and even tried to humiliate her on occasions.

However, he had high hopes that Master Hand rectifies this situation and helps out around it, unlike some individuals he knew growing up with the other Melee Fighters. He began writing his words down, as well as rhythmically swaying his shoulders slightly as he hummed a low tone underneath his breath. The constant scribbling of his own against the paper once again, Mr. Game and Watch had expressed outright joy at his constant thoughts of finally being together with Ponny, the sweet Primid girl he had just met months prior to her adoption.

It all seemed very solid in his mind as a song - a heartfelt melody - played in his head over and over, making the pitch black 2D Fighter's face turn into a dark crimson color. Allowing a lovestruck smile to curve across his face, Game and Watch continued his little note, knowing the right words to say and to put down in an effort to win Ponny over.

While he wrote some more, the clock on the wall had already been drifting away slowly as it was close to the end of the class, meaning the 2D Fighter had done what he needed to do. It was almost as if his hand felt burnt out because as soon as he wrote down the final line, it fell flat on the metal desk and released the pen from its grasp. Mr. Game and Watch let out a short breath of relief as he looked at it and smiled, his face lighting up a bit some more as he lifted the paper up like a small puppy and nodded his head in approval.

Folding it into a small square, Game and Watch carefully slid it inside his pocket a second before the bell rang and released the rest of the students out into the halls. Behind Terry, he followed close to him as he tried his best to spot out the Primid girl in the crowd. Swerving his head back and forth to find her, Game and Watch had treaded carefully, his vision preocuppied by the tall statures of his classmates. That was until he met up with the rest of the other Melee Fighters who were waving a hand in his direction.

Game and Watch rushed up to them, his face a blank expression. Looking around some more and keeping a watchful eye on the crowd of passerbys, the 2D Fighter leaned in and whispered something to Marth.

"Bee-Beep, Bedoop?" He asked, his voice low.

"Oh, you haven't heard the news lately?" Marth replied in a worried tone.

He exchanged glances with the other Melee members, their eyes blank and shoulders shrugged.

"...B-Beep?"

Marth, his eyes affixed to the expressions of his housemates, took a deep breath and said, "Ponny hasn't been at school for the past couple of weeks."

Deep down, something inside the 2D fighter clicked as he stood frozen in place, his mouth agape to reveal his shocked expression. Sweat beading his forehead, he asked, "B-B-Beep Bo?"

"Well we don't know for sure what happened," Bowser replied, "all we know is that she was going through some things and she just-"

The Koopa king stopped mid-sentence as he stopped speaking for a short minute, his bushy scarlet eyebrows slanting and furrowing. What the other Melee Fighters had rarely expected was to see their friend become angry at something, especially at an ongoing problem, but this was something new for Bowser to react negatively to. His peach colored muzzle turning into a provoked snarl, his eyes started to glow red with genuine rage.

Flexing his fingers and unsheathing his claws, Bowser angrily stormed off into the hallways, where he was destined to know of the small Primid girl's whereabouts. Looking onwards, Zelda ran up to him and reached a single arm out, her voice echoing in the silent air of the halls.

"Bowser, what are you doing!?" She asked, her voice on the edge of fear.

"To take care of business," the King growled, a monstrous snort coming from his snout. This answer had required no explanation as this "business" he was destined to take care of was something that would result in an immediate bloodbath they tried to intervene, so the rest of the Melee house simply stood behind as they allowed their ideal heavyweight Housemate to deal with the problem.

"...He'snot actually gonna kill someone, is he?" Falco asked, his voice low in order for Bowser not to hear.

"Gee, I hope not," Young Link replied.