The ghostly figured disappeared.
"Finally… This story is over," Link sighed.
"We shall report to the Master Hand," Zelda laughed.
Marth and Roy turned to eachother. Marth stood up from the dusty floor. And looked at everyone.
"Where is the Master Hand?" Roy asked. "Not only him. Where is everyone else that didn't show up?"
"Their safe at the headquarters. Luckily they did not go through much," Samus yelled out. " While all of you guys were being caught by this so-called spell, I ran back to the headquarters, and surpassingly everything was back to normal except for the ones that remained so-callingly dead."
"Lucky for them… Meanwhile we nearly killed ourselves," Falco complained.
"And also been possessed many times," Fox added.
"Is so-callingly even a word?" Peach asked in a loud annoying voice.
Marth pushed her an said, "Shut up, you!"
Roy stabbed his sword into he ground and gently let go of it. Marth unsheathed his sword.
"So… We felt this pain… But weren't really receiving it?" Marth said looking around for any of his injuries. "Is that even possible?"
"Yes it is," Link said.
"Guys… We know we are in no bad positions, so lets go back to the headquarters!" Zelda cried out.
"Right," they all said.
The smashers got home from the dark blood puddle and were saved by the communication discovered by Samus. The smashers settled at home. They're unharmed and clean home. No one, this whole time was really hurt. Although, only in the time when they thought they had received pain they had. The evil spirit was a ghost of an evil um spirit. Or… He was just a spirit that liked to play with peoples minds.
THE END(coughcough…what a crappy ending.)