Chapter 8: Him
So the drunken party was all fine and great. Then Falco came to the door, and he was simply pissed. At what? Because for some reason, he hadn't been invited. So he was pissed, pissed at the world, and he was drunk. Drunk and pissed is not a good mix inside a raving maniac who is half bird and wields a gun that seems to never run out of ammo. So he busted down the door and starred around the party. Whipping out his gun, he shot several, hmm, not several, more like quantum amounts of bullets through the air, that streaked across in red burning laser lights. Everyone, seeing as they were all wasted, watched the beautiful colors streak passed them in oo's and awe's. Pikachu was the only one who actually seemed scarred as Falco growled and came speeding towards her. She shrieked and tried to escape by ducking behind Donkey Kong, but the primate moved and she was helpless and vulnerable. Falco ran up; heaving in and out in an angry rage, fire burning around him. And then, he cried.
"Wasn't I good enough to come to your party?"
The tears trickled down his cheek and Pikachu felt really bad so she came up with a quick excuse.
"Actually, I did invite you. Your answering machine must be acting up."
This, though it seemed like a really bad lie at the time, worked. And the party went back to the happy hussle and bussle of drunks.