A/N I understand I haven't updated lately- it's the whole 'my-disc-is-being-a-stupid-chunk-of-cursed-metal-and-it-does-not-seem-to-work-let's-crush-it' and with the website not letting me log on. I really mean it, gomen. Also, my laptop is being cruel again and won't turn on sometimes. ::insert super mad face here:: Sorry. Well, I finished The Tournament, and the second installment of this ficlet is due!

Yes, I understand this kind of story has been done before? Did I not say that in the first chapter?

"""" I understand this story has been done before, but I really want to do it.""""

Well, I just copy-pasted it, so there ya go. ::smile:: He he.

Thanks for all these reviews! That's a ton for just the first chapter for me, definately a record.

I am so sorry I didn't put a few of the characters in the first chapter ::cough:: Kirby ::cough:: But he will be in upcoming chapters, just not this one. Don't worry, though!

Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Super Smash Brothers. I don't even get why people do disclaimers, but my brother once got a flame, and in it was junk about 'and there wasn't any disclaimer' or something like that. So... that's why I do this. I suffer because of EVIL and INSISTENT people like THEM!!!!!!

Okay, not really suffer, but you get my drift.

(Begin Chapter Two)

"Camping?" asked Samus skeptically. "Remember the last time we tried to do something normal?"

Peach bounced up and down. "So? We survived."

"Almost didn't," muttered Zelda.

Peach rolled her eyes. "No, really. Come see." Grabbing the two friends by the arms, she dragged them to the rest area.

Inside the rest area, it was packed. All of the Smashers were crowded around the bulletin board, where announcements, threats, and posts of lost weapons or items of clothing were tacked on there.

Some Smashers were sprawled out onto couches and chairs. Young Link and Ness were playing SSB:M on a new platinum GameCube. Quickly tapping the keys, Young Link was ahead of Ness by a single point. Ness desperately punched the buttons, but was quickly thrown off the stage, Mushroom Kingdom 2, by a hookshot.

Link was surfing the Internet in a corner of the room on a Windows XP Dell computer. Hearing someone approach behind him. Minimizing the window, he turned around and flashed a smile. "Hi, Zelda." He shook a little shard of plaster from his blond hair.

Peach stepped in front of the princess. "Didn't you say you were staying in your room when I met you in the hall?" she asked, pulling out a heavy cast-iron cooking pan.

Link threw up has hands as a shield and said, "I decided to come here to see what the racket was about!"

Samus ducked around the Hero of Time and double clicked on the minimized window. "You're looking at Legend of Zelda fansites?"

Link grabbed the mouse out of her hand. "So?"

Zelda grinned. "Let me see." She took the mouse and scrolled down. Then gasped. "Someone posted that-"

Peach peered at the screen, then her eyes widened. "No way!"

Samus nodded, commenting, "Yeah, I'm completely on the side of Zelda. This is a weird site, you won't believe what I've seen-"

Peach shook her head. "No, I mean, they said she was better looking then I was!"

Link looked at the forum post. "Really? Well, they're right..."

Seconds later, Link was nursing a massive head wound by frying pan.

Zelda glared, once again, at Peach, who was inspecting the site. "He was just being a boy, you didn't need to do that!"

Peach was intent on nitpicking the site. "Oh shush. He'll get over it." She clicked on the part of the site labeled, "Fanart." Opening a portion of the sub-category called, "Princess Zelda/Shiek."

Peach tapped Zelda on the shoulder. "Check this out. It's fanart of you!"

Link, still rubbing his head, looked over and whistled. "That's not half bad."

Zelda had to agree, though the next one she saw she protested.

"Exactly WHAT am I wearing?" she asked vehemently, glaring at it with her scarlet eyes.

"I believe it is a chibi of you wearing a Kokiri outfit," said Link. "Kind of cute. Don't see why you're mad, Zelda."

"Should we look at the fanarts of YOU?"

Link hastily clicked off the site. After bookmarking it, of course. "Let's go see what the whole camping fiasco is about."

Many of the Smashers were whispering excitedly about the trip. The sign said, as Samus, Link, Zelda, and Peach read it:

"A camping trip at the local campground is set for next Wednesday. Bring a sleeping bag, pillow, toothbrush, toothpaste-" ("Do some of the Smashers have teeth?" asked Peach.) "- and a tent for every four Smashers. Have fun!"

"Have fun, yeah right," snorted Zelda, frowning at the notice. "Local campground... is there one around here?"

Samus shrugged. "There must be."

Mr. Game and Watch came over to the bulletin board, and jumped up and down to see the notice. This continued for a few minutes until Peach lost it and whacked him upon the head with a tennis racket.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT!" screeched the princess. She chased the poor Mr. Game and Watch around the room, brandishing the tennis racket with fury.

Zelda started towards the door. "I'd better get packed," she said, opening the door.

Samus hastily ran towards the door also, calling over her shoulder, "Uh, me too!"

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-!" shrieked Peach, still pursuing the panting Mr. Game and Watch, who had desperately been throwing sausages over his shoulder to divert the peeved princess's attention.

(At Zelda's room)

Zelda tossed a pair of pajamas, a light blue dress, and other garments in her suitcase, which was decorated with Triforce symbols. Shuffling through her clothing cabinet and pitching random artifacts of clothing over her back, she heard a knock on the door. "Enter," she called, rummaging through her shoes, which were all high heels.

Samus entered, her starry bag and planet-bedecked sleeping bag hefted over her shoulder. "Well? Are you coming? We need you to transport half of us to the campground." She looked dubiously at piles of attire that littered the princess of Hyrule's bed. "You really going to take all of that?"

Zelda looked at the heap. "Well, maybe not." She selected a few items of clothing and shoved them in her bag, and hoisted it over her shoulder. "All I need is my sleeping bag."

Samus nodded towards the corner of the bed. "It's under your bed, right there."

Zelda grabbed the sleeping bag and slipped it under her arm. "Okay, I got that. Who has the tent for the four of us girls? I suppose Jigglypuff can squeeze in if we tried, with you, Nana, Peach and me in there."

Samus nodded down the hall. "Peach has it. Beware, though- it is covered in bright pink flowers and has the words "Perfect Princess" all over it."

Zelda grinned. "Oh well. Let's go."

(At the campground)

Zelda slumped over in a park bench, completely exhausted. Most of the rest of the Smashers were looking around at the campsite, which was basically a few clumps of trees, a water pump, a bathroom that looked like a restroom from the 1500's, and patches of dirt where they could set up a tent.

Roy was looking at a sign that said, 'Hostiaterr camp grounds.' "What does 'Hostiaterr' mean?" he asked, scratching his head. "Sounds Spanish."

"Well," said Peach, poking at the signs, "I heard somewhere 'terr' means 'land' so it's something land."

"Hostia means 'victim' in Latin," said Zelda, not really paying attention to what Peach was saying, "So we are in a camp called 'Victim Land.'" She shifted on the bench, then froze, getting what she just said.

Zelda let that soak into the Smashers for a moment.

"Whoa... you don't think the Master Hand is trying to kill us, is he?" asked Fox. "Geez, that's below even him!"

"No, not really," said Falco, inspecting a rotting log. "Remember that time he poisoned the water in Termina and said we could all go swimming?"

"Oh yeah. So I guess it's not really below him."

"I bet it's all just a silly joke," said Zelda sternly. "Really."

"Joke this," said Peach. Her face was pale, and she was shaking, even though it was warm out. She pointed towards the top of a hill nearby.

Where a gravestone was, sticking straight up out of the grass.

(End Chapter Two)

A/N Cliffy! ::cackles evilly:: No, it's not going to be a horror story- you will see. This will be humor, and so far I hope I have satisfied those needs.

Well, let's see. This is the only fic I'm working on. Maybe I'll do a Redwall one soon, but that's a maybe.

I actually have a little Latin dictionary in my room on my desk. I grab it when I need to think of a name and look up different words. That's where I got 'Hostia' from- 'terr' I already knew.

About the whole website-fanart thing in the middle of the chapter, I actually have went to a website like that. They had the weirdest and cutest drawings. One was an anime Zelda, and it was great. I just made up the Zelda-Peach thing because hey, it might be out there. And I have seen debates on who's the cutest Smasher, but whatever. I forget the site name, but it still is in my memory, drifting among the endless strands of time.

School started about a week ago for me, and you know what that means- I will not be updating as often due to homework, extracurricular activities, and the seven hour a day session of torture. Oh yeah, it's called school. ::nervous giggle::

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