It was getting very late, plus Marth was getting antsy about staying outside. He and Roy climbed into the tent and got into their pajamas. They climbed into their sleeping bags, but Marth reached into his knapsack for something. He pulled out a familiar black-and-white plushie and began to hug it tightly.

"Why'd ya hafta bring Pan-Pan along?!" whined Roy.

"I can't sleep without her! I get scared at night and can't sleep, so I have Pan-Pan to keep me company," said Marth.

"You're scared of the dark?" asked Roy. He chuckled as Marth continued to hug Pan-Pan.

"Well… uh… kinda, sorta, not really…" mumbled Marth.

"It's ok. You'll be safe with me. I ain't gonna let nothing get you cuz you're my bestest friend," said Roy. He wrapped his arms around Marth, who was now calm.

"You're my bestest and only friend, didja know that?" Marth sighed contently. Roy suddenly let go and stared at Marth with pity. "Why'd you do that?" he asked curiously. "You're… not used to hugging, right? That's… to 'girly'?"

"Oh, Marth… Why didn't you tell me earlier that you didn't have no friends?" gasped Roy.

"I dunno. Is that a bad thing? To never having friends?" Marth sat down and looked up to Roy while holding Pan-Pan close to his chest.

"Do ya ever get lonely when you didn't have nobody to play with?" asked Roy.

"Sometimes. I play with my sister all the time. When her friends have a sleepover here, they let me be with them. Mommy, Daddy, and everyone else in the castle would play with me too," said Marth. "But… But when I try to make friends with other kids, they… they…" His voice cracked a bit as he tried to go on. Unable to continue, Marth buried his face into his hands and cried.

"…The other kids didn't want to be your friend?" asked Roy. Marth nodded as he continued to cry. "Why? Why don't they not like you at all?"

"They… they say that I'm mean an' bossy an' a girly-boy. It's not true! Not true at all!" Marth cried harder as he recalled all those memories when the kids would bully him and call him names. "Roy? Do you think that I'm like that? Am I really that girly? Bossy? Mean?" asked Marth. "Please be honest, ok?"

"Well… I… Ugh…" Roy stammered.

How could he tell Marth the truth? If he told the truth, Marth might take it the wrong way and cry harder, not to mention end their friendship. But if he lied, then that would be wrong to do. Roy just sat there, thinking over this and how the kids were right. He thought about how Marth ordered him around like a slave and how he'd throw a fit when he didn't get his way. Roy also thought about how the older prince would have tea parties with his plushies and even dress up in his sister's clothes and pretend to be a girl.

"Roy? Roy? Roy? Are you asleep?"

"Huh? What?" Roy looked and saw Marth stare at him with concern. The effeminate prince looked ready to start another crying fit.

"…I guess it's true then", sniffled Marth.

"No, it's not. I was thinking… about those jerks. Those other kids are jus' jealous of ya cuz you're a prince", said Roy. He felt horrible about lying to Marth because he knew that Marth could be rather mean and bossy. He didn't blame the other kids for picking on Marth for his extremely feminine behavior because he too was guilty of the same crime.

"Really? Thanks, Roy. You are a true friend!" Marth hugged Roy tightly while crying again.

"C'mon, we have to go to sleep now. Plus it's getting a tad chilly", said Roy.

As Roy covered up in a few layers of blankets, Marth reached into his knapsack again for something else. He pulled out a light pink blanket that had a large white bunny printed on it that kind of matched his pajamas. (The pajamas were a pink shirt and shorts that had a bunch of little hearts and white bunnies on them.) He started to stroke it and started to feel at peace for some reason.

"What's that yer holdin'?" Roy asked curiously.

"Oh! It's my blankie. I've had it ever since I was born", Marth answered back.

"Your… blankie?! You've kept that?!" exclaimed Roy.

"Yeah, when I go to sleep, I need Pan-Pan, my blankie, and my binky. Sometimes my bottle too. I've got 'em in here, somewhere…" Marth started to rummage through his knapsack while holding the security blanket in one hand.

Roy tried to hold back laughter, but the young mamkute couldn't help picturing Marth with all those items. He ended up laughing hysterically at his own imagination.

"Aha! Found it!" cried Marth. He pulled out a sky blue pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. "I think Ellis forgot my bottle, though…," he said to no one in particular.

"You are such a big baby!" laughed Roy. "Lemme guess; you still wear diapers as well?"

"No way! Why would I do that for?" said Marth.

"I just thought that since you have a buncha baby stuff, you'd also wear diapers," joked Roy. He wiped away some tears from his eyes that were caused by his laughter.

"Not funny, Roy!" grumbled Marth. He turned his back to Roy and curled up in fetal position.

"I know, I know. Sorry, Marth. I just found that really funny. You're older than me, but you still sleep with a blankie and have to have a binky. C-can you forgive me for making fun of you?" asked Roy. He didn't get a response, so he just assumed that Marth was too upset to answer back. "Are ya mad at me?" Roy crawled over to Marth and turned him over onto his back. Turned out that Marth was fast asleep! Now relieved, Roy went back into his sleeping bag and curled up to go to sleep.

A few hours later, Roy was still wide awake. He doesn't fall asleep as easily as Marth. Roy kept glancing over to Marth, wishing that he would be awake too and just talk about anything. Roy was feeling so desperate for conversation that he was even considering listening to Marth talk all about himself. He suddenly heard something scurry by outside. Roy looked around and heard the sound again. This time, Marth bolted up, fearing for the worst.

"W-w-what was that?!" he stuttered.

"I have no idea," Roy answered back.

"Is it… a monster?" Marth whimpered quietly.

"Nahh, I doubt it. Probably a rat or some--"

"A RAT?! EWW! GROSS! YUCKY! ICKY!" cried Marth. He clutched tightly onto Pan-Pan while rocking himself back and forth.

"I would like to go catch it, but I'm too cold! Nighty-night, Marth," said Roy. He curled up and tried to go to sleep.

"You wanna… catch an icky rat that is all dirty and covered in yucky germs that'll make you really, really, really sick?!" squeaked Marth.

"Yeah… Whaddya think?" replied Roy. This made him feel so nauseated that he put the pacifier back into his mouth to keep himself from getting the urge to throw up.

A few minutes later, Marth heard some large creature move around outside. He crawled over to the entrance and opened the flap of the tent to see what it was. The creature was a large bear! Marth looked at it curiously (for it was very dark and he didn't tell what it was) and the bear stood upright on its hind legs with its forelegs raised. Marth's blue eyes grew in fear and he turned a sickly white.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOYYY!!!" Marth shrieked at the top of his lungs. It was safe to say that he did sound like a girl when he did that!

"Hnn… Wha?" Roy asked sleepily. Marth jumped onto Roy's stomach and screamed out his name again. "Oo-ah! That hurts! What gives?!"

Too frightened to speak clearly, Marth was babbling very quickly. He was shaking very badly and was pointing at random objects.

"…Riiiiight," Roy said dryly while narrowing his eyes at the traumatized Marth.

Marth repeatedly pointed behind Roy while shouting out nonsensical sounds. Roy just looked dumbstruck as he tried to figure out what the effeminate boy was trying to say. It took him a full 10 minutes before he realized what Marth just witnessed. Although Roy was quite a fearless child, he wasn't all that bright. He looked out and came face-to-face with the bear itself.

"Uh… What kinda animal is this?" Roy asked curiously. The bear roared loudly in Roy's face in reply to his question. "C-could ya repeat that?" asked Roy.

Marth yanked on Roy's shirt and tried (but failed) to pull him back into the tent. "That's a scary monster! It's gonna hurtcha!" cried Marth.

"I think it's hungry," Roy said calmly.

"What are you talking about?! You're either very sleepy or very stupid!" Marth replied.

"Trust me on this one. Whenever you--I mean I get hungry, I start to get really grumpy," Roy stammered. "Do we have any sandwiches left or did we eat them all?"

"You mean you ate them all," corrected Marth. "I think we might have a peanut butter and jelly one left… if you didn't eat it already."

Roy went through the picnic basket and found the sandwich. He peeked back outside and the bear was meandering by their campsite. Roy got out and approached the bear carefully with his hand extended out. He carefully moved slowly over to the bear and it began to sniff the sandwich. The bear didn't stop there and sniffed this strange creature that was in front of it from head to toe. It was curious about what Roy had in his hand, so it took a bite out of the sandwich. It realized that what Roy had was edible, so it began to eat the whole thing. Afterwards, it started to lick Roy's sticky hand.

Roy headed back into the tent after making sure that the bear had decided to leave. Marth was rocking back and forth, wrapped up in his security blanket with his pacifier in his mouth and Pan-Pan close to his chest. It was obvious that he was very worried about Roy's safety and many scenarios were playing in his mind. Roy noticed this, so he patted Marth's shoulder a few times to let him know that everything was all right. They finally got back into their sleeping bags and went to sleep.

While Roy was sleeping, Marth got up and left the tent. He didn't bother to wake up Roy, which wouldn't make any difference. Marth was an incredibly light sleeper where almost anything would wake him up. Roy, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He was such a heavy sleeper that sometimes no matter how loud you'd have to yell or how strong you'd have to shake him awake, it would be totally ineffective. This ability to sleep through practically anything could be a major flaw if there was any sort of danger, however.

Marth walked over to where the lake was, not worried about anything. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that he wasn't awake at all; he was sleepwalking! The Altean dripped his hand into the water to feel the temperature. It was incredibly arctic; something that Roy would never tolerate. It wasn't until about 10 minutes later when Marth returned to the tent. His hair was damp and his whole body (and pajamas) were completely soaked. Marth curled up into fetal position again and fell back to sleep. Roy groaned a bit as he sat up. He reached for another blanket, barely awake when Marth started screaming loudly. He looked around sleepily before registering Marth's voice. That's when he realized that something could be wrong.

"M-Marth? What… is it?" Roy yawned loudly.

"I'm all wet!" he wailed.

"Why are you wet? Didja have an accident?" Roy asked, still half-asleep. An awkward silence from Marth indicated to Roy that he was probably right. Little did he know was that it was really due to sleepwalking--err, swimming. "Well… uh… g'night," Roy quickly said before going back to sleep.

"…I want to go home, first thing in the morning…" Marth muttered under his breath. According to his tone of voice, he was very embarrassed about what happen. He had no idea about the fact that he sleepwalks, so he thought that Roy was correct.

"Ok, then. First thing… first… thing…" Roy couldn't finish his sentence due to sleepiness and he zonked out, snoring softly.