Caliban: I'm going to try again, and this time I'm going to finish this if it kills me. I'm way too annoyed to rewrite the original chapter…so I'm going to write a new one! I finally have a good Fox one!
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Fox Scares Falco I: I Don't Care Who Started It!
Hello. I heard other Smashers have started this journal entry sort of thing. It's apparently very popular, and although the idea of complaining to the world doesn't appeal, this complaint is worth it!
My roommate. He's the most irritating person in the universe, and I can say that because I've been all over the universe for my old job.
When we were working together he was just your average grumpy adventurer, and there's nothing wrong with that. But ever since we entered this tournament, he stopped being formal. For most, loosening up is a good thing. With him, it's not.
In his spare time, Falco Lombardi likes to prank people. That's the most annoying thing about him, because I'm usually his little guinea pig, and with some big comedy convention about to roll into to town, his pranks have gone from annoying people to trying to scare the tar out of people!
Just this week he's stuffed my mattress with nails, set a really poisonous snake into my pillowcase, turned my slippers into red-hot toaster grills, dunked my bed sheets in pranking slime, and messed with my alarm clock so I thought the world had somehow ended. And that's just my bedroom.
He annoys you anywhere, really. He replaces the text of your favorite book with some nasty romance novel and he can really stitch up that binding so you can never tell. I spent an hour yesterday looking through the romance section in the library for the text of my book.
While I was taking a much-needed shower he screwed with the plumbing so that it went between icy water and scalding water in perfect three-minute intervals. I'm not sure how he did it, and it's driving me crazy. Maybe he just kept flushing a toilet somewhere, I don't know. But I looked like a push broom for hours.
That's not the worst of it either.
When I was starving at lunch he filled my chicken sandwich with jalapeno sauce. And when I reached for the orange juice it was filled with motor oil and milk. Have you ever tasted motor oil? It sucks the life right out of you. Not even Roy could probably stomach it.
You can mess with my bedspread. You can mess with my books. You can mess with my showers, but you don't mess with my food. EVER.
"I can't TAKE Falco anymore!" I complained to Sheik in the library "He's too annoying for society."
Sheik didn't look up from her newspaper, but simply picked up her mug of coffee.
"This week he's messed with my bed, my books, my shower, my FOOD, everything! Why does it not bother you I'm being outsmarted by an idiot?" I snapped.
"Oh boo hoo. He took my mask away. Now I can't deliver sardonic comments from the comfort and safety of a mask. I have to deliver semi-sarcastic observations from behind a newspaper. Newspapers suck," Sheik replied, still drinking her coffee.
"So! You don't have to deal with him ALL the time! He's my roommate, and I'm his stupid guinea pig. All because of that stupid convention!" I sighed, yanking my hair.
"In a week or two, you won't remember him being this annoying, so until then don't do anything drastic. I'm serious. If I find out from the news Birdbrain is missing you'll join him," Sheik snapped.
"Whoa. I know you're grumpy without the mask but…ouch," I replied.
"I don't trust you to be smart when you're mad. That's why. Now go away. I want to read my horoscope in peace," she replied, and set her mug of coffee down.
It was times like these I had a painful urge to see what was behind that newspaper. Then again, who really cares? I knew her gender, and when you think about it, that's all you really need.
But I was pretty mad about Falco. She knew how annoying he could be. Why wasn't she going to let me kill him?
I left the library, grumbling about my sad situation.
I saw Mario in a similar stance, grumbling about his sad situation, whatever it was.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Oh, the usual. Someone in the house screwed up the plumbing. They made it so one of the showers in the house sprayed opposing temperatures in perfect three-minute intervals. Really annoying," Mario snapped.
"What are you complaining about? I was on the receiving end of that one. If you must know it was Falco's idea. He's gone prank-crazy ever since he heard about the comedy convention coming to town. He's not even that funny but he thinks he is, and now he's experimenting his painful pranks on me!" I replied.
"If you ask me, he needs a taste of his own medicine. If you want I can help you pay him back for the painful shower," Mario said, twirling his wrench.
"I'll hold you to that," I said, and with a grin, I ran off to my room to plot.
Sheik said I wasn't allowed to hurt him, but she didn't say I wasn't allowed to prank him.
Pranks could be painful, and yet you could get away with them. So I'd have to think up a prank non-painful enough so Falco didn't die, but painful enough. The man had pain coming since the day he was born. It was time to met justice!
My first ever prank was a simple prank. Frame him for breaking the remote. Smashers are people who love their remote. If I make it look like Falco broke it, the living room would do the killing. Hey, give me a break. I'd never pranked anyone before.
Falco moseyed into the living room, with not much purpose except to mooch the snack bowl while watching sumo with the others.
For some reason or another, the remote was left unattended, surprising since the Smashers are such control freaks.
The instant Falco picked it up, he was electrocuted and the remote burst right in his hand, covering him with bolts and wires.
Roy was the first to notice.
"Hey guys! Falco broke the remote!" Roy yelled. All eyes instantly fixed onto the broken remote.
"Uh…no I didn't! Ness did. Him and his dangerous baseball bat…See, this is what happens when you fiddle too much!" Falco snapped, throwing all evidence onto Ness.
"Ness really broke it," Roy said quietly, and then began cheering "YES! Now they HAVE to buy that awesome new remote with the little hand cushion! Excellent work Ness. And you made it look like an accident too! Let's buy him lunch, guys! Maybe that place that sells the noodles with the crab!"
The whole living room burst into cheer, picking up Ness and showering him with affection, with Falco yelling that HE really broke the remote, but no one listening.
I, of course, was watching everything from the hall and I couldn't believe it.
Well, Falco passing the blame, I could believe.
Time to try and have him hurt some other way.
Well, I could just do multiple evil tasks, plant his identity there, and have THOSE people kill him.
Definitely beneath me, but sacrifices must be made to get Falco.
I ran over to Ganondorf's garden and killed his Piranha plants. Chopped their heads RIGHT off, and then I left little scraps of Falco's clothing at the scene of the crime.
Then I ran to Dr. Mario's clinic. I threw open his cabinets and found bottles and bottles of colorful pills. Spilling them all, I mixed in a few of Falco's feathers into the mess.
I saw Captain Falcon's room wide open and defaced every poster inside, and 'accidentally' tipped over his F-Zero trophy collection. I left a spray-painting of Falco's face on a wall.
The most evil deed was yet to come.
I went to Peach and Zelda's rooms, blindfolded, and set their underwear cabinets on fire. Then I left a note in Falco's bad handwriting, saying that was for the terrible cheesecake you made.
Then for good measure I wrecked the Mario Bros. Room and just…I don't know, I figured mob psychology would lead them to think it was Falco.
It was a wreck like no other. If Falco was aware that I'd destroyed so much and put the blame on someone else as a 'prank', he would have been proud.
Then quickly I ran to my room and got rid of any and all evidence that clung to me, and there was ENOUGH. Muddy shoes, pills, red face paint, that smell that you just burned something, destruction…
Pretty soon, I heard an angry mob amass outside, around Falco. They didn't tear him to shred, however. I was disappointed. Negotiations? He just destroyed something important that belonged to you!
Suddenly, that angry mob walked inside…upstairs…towards me! Oh crud! Who could have seen me? I was foolproof!
"Fox, open the heck up! We'd like a word!" Dr. Mario snarled. I opened the door, and played innocent.
"What ever is the matter? I'm in here enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich and you bang on my door?" I asked. Wow. I didn't know I could be so smooth.
"Finish your sandwich and keep your crazy roommate under control! Keep him on a leash from now on, and for his safety, keep him away from anyone else! I managed to convince the crowd that Falco's just an idiot but from now on it's your job to make sure he doesn't prank ONE MORE PERSON for a week or they will kill him!" Link said.
Great. Now not only do I have to keep him in contact at all times, I don't get to kill him and they didn't! What does someone have to do to get a death wish around here? There's no doubt that if THEY kill him I'll go with.
I grabbed Falco's leash and dragged him into the room, sighing.
How will I ever get rid of him? I tried sending angry mobs twice and they didn't work.
Falco opened the closet for clothes, ignoring the frightening bloody zombie nailed to the other side of the door.
Scary pranks don't work on him either. NOTHING WORKS! I'll just have to ignore Sheik and kill him.
But then I'll go down with him.
I guess I'll just have to get him killed like the other two times.
But how? I need something foolproof!
I waited until Falco decided he wanted his leash tied to a tree outside when I opened the phone book.
By chance it opened on an S page, but there was something on it that didn't start with an S.
Curiosity piqued, I read the ad.
"Flirt Squad. We fight as well as we flirt. Trio of exceptionally good-looking mercenaries looking for manager, mascot, and new clients. For more information call our toll-free number," said the ad.
Wow, that was weird. But they were mercenaries. Maybe they could fix the Falco problem.
I dialed the number instantly.
"Welcome, honored client, to Flirt Squad Hotline. We fight as well as we flirt. How may we help you in your evil endeavors?" asked the receptionist.
"Yeah, I need to have someone taken care of for a little bit. He drives me crazy so I was hoping you could pretend to take him on a date or something so he can get off my back," I said.
"Oh, we get clients like you all the time! So let me guess…he's super-annoying and likes those stupid pranks?" the receptionist asked.
"You hit the nail on the head. So how much does it cost?" I asked.
"For you, it's free! You're our first client. Business has been real slow since the head of the squad had the place moved from the big city to this cozy little place. She said she needed some time to clear her head. Anyways, we'll take your friend to a nice restaurant! Then maybe the amusement park and then you won't have to worry about him anymore! Just make sure you recommend us to all your friends. The squad will be ready in about an hour. They'll meet your friend at the front of the gate," said the receptionist.
"Alright! Thanks a lot," I said, hanging up.
Finally, Falco would be in someone else's hair for a little while.
What a relief!
Meanwhile…
Blazing Fool was walking alone through the crowded late afternoon street. The day was waning fast; things were turning from golden to deep orange fast. Surprisingly, his mercenary garb was nowhere to be found, nor were his weapons. Only shopping bags, lots and lots of shopping bags…
"Ah…I love it that it's my day off. Nothing beats Japanese stores. Elfbrat's gonna love this giant panda in her office," Blazing Fool said.
Suddenly, he saw a trio of girls crowded around the gates of the mansion…and walked right past them.
A palm pressed into his shoulder.
"What's the rush, handsome? Why don't you stop and smell the roses with us? We've got lots of time…" a girl asked. She was tall, tan, with wavy blond hair that was expertly combed.
"And I don't. I'm not about to make time for someone like you. Now if you excuse me, I have a date with the markets," Blazing Fool said.
The other two girls approached him. They weren't as tall as the first girl, or as tan, but they were both blonde and similar in terms of appearance.
"Aw…too busy for us! Oh, you're breaking my heart!" the second girl said, twirling a strand of her oddly streaked hair.
"Yeah, handsome! You slay us!" the third girl cried, her bracelets twinkling in the dusk.
"Just stay a little while! We'll have lots of fun!" the second girl said.
"We can get to know each other, handsome!" the third girl said, hopping up and down excitedly.
"Stop calling me handsome. I don't want anything to do with you freaks. Now get away before I burn you to cinders," Blazing Fool snapped.
The first girl's eyes widened as she saw REAL FIRE shoot out of the barrel of a concealed flamethrower.
She pulled back.
"Forget it, guys. He's got a girlfriend. We'll see you around, handsome," the first girl said, and went back to the gates with her friends.
Back at the Mansion…
Falco was talking to Sheik in the library.
"I've got a date!" he cheered, and was fixing his ascot, and his shirt…
"Really," Sheik said with little to no interest.
"Yep! They're taking me to a restaurant and then maybe an amusement park," Falco said.
"There's more than one?" Sheik asked.
"Yep. I got three love letters," he replied, fixing his pants.
"Falco, do you know what kind of girls they could be?" Sheik asked.
"It's not important. If they dump after this date then at least this will be a date to remember. They said there wouldn't be any worries after this in their love letter, or that someone's problems would finish when I'm gone," Falco said.
"That's really freaky. I'm worried. You shouldn't go if you want there to be a funeral," Sheik said.
"RELAX. It's just some ramen. They won't get anywhere near me. Anyways, I'll be late. Bye," Falco said, and left the library.
Sheik shrugged, and went back to her newspaper.
As for me, I was busy spying on the date to make sure that if a hitch happened, I'd be in there to smooth it out.
They took Falco to Bangkok Noodles, the place with the famous crab noodle bowl, while they listened to Falco's cheesy jokes and told some of their own.
"The food here's great!" Falco said.
"It sure is. Would you like to know our names?" one girl asked.
"Sure. I almost forgot since we were having so much fun!" Falco said.
"I'm Diane," said that girl.
"I'm Elaine," said another.
"I'm Blaire," said the third.
"We all like crab ramen, you, Latino music and amusement parks. Want to go after the ramen?" Diane asked.
"Uh, sure," Falco said, finishing off another bowl of ramen.
"Alright then. We can go on the Ferris wheel first. It has a history of mysteriously breaking down. I hope we don't get stuck at the very top, where no one will see what happens when you're alone too long," Blaire said.
Falco shrugged.
"Sounds good," he said.
"Why don't you have another bowl, Falco? A man needs his ramen," Elaine said. She ordered another bowl of crab ramen, and spooned some brown powder in.
"What's that?" Falco asked.
"Just some five spice. It'll make your ramen a hundred times better, I guarantee it!" Elaine said.
Falco shrugged and slurped it down.
At that moment, I felt a strange pang of guilt. Falco had no idea what was going on. He didn't even know the date was supposed to be romantic, for heaven's sake.
Falco's head hit the table after just one noodle.
I opened my cell phone.
In the restaurant, a Latino ring tone blared.
Diane opened it.
"What's going on down there? His head hit the table!" I hissed into my Moto.
"Relax. It's just gonna calm him down a little so he won't scream before we kill him," Diane said, giggling a little.
I gasped.
"You're really serious about killing him! I think there's been a HUGE misunderstanding," I said.
"No, there hasn't. He's GONE. He was gone the moment you forked him over to us. There will not be a funeral, comprende? He belongs to us now. It's what you wanted, isn't it? To get the freak out of your hair a little. Now no one will ever worry again," Diane said.
"But I don't want him dead! I just wanted him to have a really, really exciting experience, so he'll be tired for the next few days and not annoy anyone until AFTER everyone forgets about today's fiasco! I just wanted to PRANK him! Do you understand? PRANK HIM!" I yelled.
Diane simply hung up and stepped on the cell, making sure to sweep it away with her heel afterwards.
Falco was shaken awake.
"Falco, sweetheart, it's time to go to the amusement park! We'll have lots of fun," Diane said. She nodded to her friends, who picked him up.
They left the restaurant
All I could do was watch in horror.
There was NO WAY I could tell Sheik about this to her face. She'd gut me. But Falco needed help! I had to get a messenger…
By some really odd coincidence, I saw a Pokemon reporter walk out of Bangkok Noodles. What was his name…Chad the Charmander. He did the sports when Lola Likitung couldn't.
"Man…I ate too much crab…" Chad said.
I cornered him.
"Now listen here Chad. You're about to play messenger. I'm in too much of a rush to be polite, so here's money. Go over to the scary ninja lady behind the newspaper in the library at Smash Mansion and tell her that someone named Birdbrain has been deemed missing on the news, and that a trio of crazy girls will rip him to shreds on a broken Ferris wheel. Got all that?" I asked.
Chad pocketed the bills and said Aye.
"Good. Now run your butt off. Work off the ramen. Just get there before I have to go personally, and if I have to go personally and I'm killed I'm taking you with me," I said.
Terrified, he ran so fast down the street that he tore through the paving.
The message was on its way. All I could do was try and slow down a triad of paid mercenaries before they killed my best friend!
They'd already made it to the gates of Smashing Fun Fair.
I grabbed a sledgehammer a worker was using to demolish a sidewalk nearby and hit Diane in the back of the head.
"She's still standing! How?" I asked myself.
"I'm blonde. My skull can withstand a missile barrage," Diane answered "Now, you're a really cute fox so I might let you go if you give me the sledgehammer. I left my less lethal weapons at home and I've got nothing to kill the bird with."
"Not a chance!" I snapped, and hit her again. She finally fell back, but her two accomplices were pissed.
"Forget me. Just take the idiot to the Ferris wheel and finish him off! I'll take care of the fox!" Diane said. She looked ahead and saw I was gone.
The other two look at their arms and found them surprisingly empty.
"I can't believe we were jacked like that!" Blaire snapped.
"I know! I'm going to kill that fox and use his fur to warm up on frosty nights!" Elaine snarled viciously.
I ran into the brush and they followed me right through it. I jumped over the teacup ride and they followed suit.
I burst through a tree and they just wouldn't stop.
"What are they, machines?" I asked.
"You can't stop us with that lame route! We train everyday! We're tough!" Blaire yelled.
"Yeah! We've got special weapons and everything!" Elaine added.
"We eat those SSBECF wannabes for breakfast!" Diane snapped, "We can sure handle you."
"Back up. You're not part of that crazy gang? That's impossible! They're the only team of crazy mercenaries in this town, and they're the only ones who cause trouble like you do!" I snapped.
They stopped running, and looked amongst each other.
"I think it's time we told you who we REALLY are!" Elaine said. "In case you haven't guess, our names aren't really Diane, Elaine, and Blaire!"
They smirked amongst each other.
"Rosanza!" said the girl who wasn't Diane.
"Leone!" said the girl who wasn't Elaine.
"Teselle!" said the girl who wasn't Blaire.
"And we are…THE FLIRT SQUAD!"
The trio revealed their REAL costumes, and I almost died laughing. Dark pink trench coat, black clothing underneath, bright white boots, and dark cerise hair accessories in blonde hair. The girls were more like Barbies that mercenaries.
"We are mercenaries-for-hire, and we're darn good looking too. We're not part of your stupid SSBECF. In fact, Caliban owes me money! And we actually change our costumes! This is costume design four!" Rosanza said.
"We were a huge hit in the big cities we've been to. But then we wanted to meet our fashion idol, Princess Peach!" Teselle said.
"So we moved here and left our manager, our mascot, everything! We left it all behind! Now we're finding more clients, more employees, and most importantly, more people to join the squad!" Leone said.
"Now cower in the fear of our superior weapons!" Rosanza said, and whipped Falco right out of my hands.
Teselle threw a noxious smoke bomb, and POOF! They were gone.
"Today is the most humiliating day ever. It really, really is," I said.
They were taking him up to the Ferris wheel. Man, when they want a job done, they want it done.
I saw a kid about to use a grappling hook on the rock-climbing wall and yanked it out of his hands.
"Sorry, must save friend!" I said, and ran to the Ferris wheel.
At some point, everyone has used a grappling hook. I used one while I was out rock-climbing with the team back in the days of Star Fox adventurers-for-hire. Lucky thing to, or I would have never made it to the top of the Ferris wheel when Teselle threw a dart at the controls.
They were gathered around the tied-up Falco with evil looks in their eyes. Wow. They tied him up pretty fast. If it wasn't for the fact they were about to kill Falco, I'd have been impressed.
"Get away from him-" I growled when Teselle decked me. Hard.
They should have entered the tourney because that REALLY HURT! It was like she smashed my face in or something.
Then she pushed me out of the car headfirst.
"Told you we're tough!" she called out after.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed. Too young to die, too young to die, too young to die…
I managed to survive, of course, because somewhere in that scream I remembered I'd been in situations like these many times.
However, upon reaching the ground safely, something inside me died, because right THERE as soon as I got up was Sheik, and she didn't look happy. She had a glare on that said: 'You're dead. Don't even bother to arrange a funeral because there won't be time.'
"What? I tried," I said.
She didn't stop glaring. Eventually, she stopped paralyzing me with fear and punched me in the back of the head a hundred times harder than Teselle ever could.
"Come on idiot. We've got a bird to save, but just know if he turns into grilled chicken anyways I'll let Leone go right ahead and use your fur to warm up on frosty nights," she said.
"But they're too STRONG! Their weakest nearly smashed my head in with a single punch," I said, while she dragged me by the shirt collar.
"Look at it this way. If they don't kill you, I will," Sheik said.
"For real?" I asked. Her answer was a needle stabbing my neck...so painful…
"I believe you," I replied.
She jumped up to the top car, startling several trapped patrons in the process.
"How do you DO that?" I asked.
"Please, don't turn into the annoying hostage. Just go in there. We can't defeat them with speed alone. We need to be a little smarter," Sheik said.
"Negotiate…I get it!" I said.
She broke a car window and jumped in.
"Rosanza, you can let go. The client has withdrawn," Sheik said.
"Aw…Sheik, we can't! This is our first job in this city! We can't blow it. You can understand. It's been so hard without a manager since ours was taken by those rotten jerks. The bird dies now. Then everyone will see what great mercenaries we are," Rosanza said.
"I understand, but you're scaring the crap out of everyone by doing this. Your clients, they're right here, at this amusement park. You let him go and people will see that not only are you competent and obedient, but you're compassionate too, and that's the most important. I promise you that if you let Falco go, you'll get some business. I'll see to it personally," Sheik said.
Rosanza seemed torn for a moment.
"Just get me an interview with Princess Peach. That's the only reason we really came here. Our manager…if she wants to stay with the other mercenaries, then we've got no business stopping her. She can take care of herself. I won't say I stopped hating the SSBECF, but I will say that I don't have to stay here anymore," Rosanza said.
The team agreed.
"You're really going to be alright?" Sheik asked.
"Sure. We found a mascot. All we need is a manager. And we can find one just fine later," Rosanza replied.
She opened a window, and threw Falco out.
"Fly bird!"
I left to go catch Falco.
"So looks like it's time I left. Who's you're mascot?" Sheik asked.
"Really cute guy we saw walking past the mansion! Had a flamethrower, didn't like us much, but I sure like him! He is SUCH a goner!" Rosanza said cheerfully.
Sheik knew exactly the guy Rosanza was talking about, but didn't react.
"Bye now," she said, and left.
We walked out of the amusement park, with Falco slung over my shoulder.
"Sheik, how did you know them?" I asked.
"We do girls' night out sometimes. Everyone's invited. It's lots of fun," Sheik said.
"Wow. Didn't know you were so social," I said.
"There's lots behind the mask you don't know. And speaking of which, I finally got it, which is why I went outside at all. That Charmander wanted me out fast, enough to give me a mask of his own. Makes me think he was threatened," Sheik said.
"Probably. The Flirt Squad…jeez, you'd think I'd have heard about them at some point," I said.
"Their manager was kidnapped a while ago, and hasn't been seen since. They've been laying low, trying to find her. They don't really bug much people like the SSBECF do. I feel bad for Blazing Fool though. He somehow attracted their attention, and we won't be seeing him again," Sheik said.
"Huh?" I asked, not really paying attention.
"Nothing. Let's just get Falco home. That sedative will make him easy to scare," Sheik said.
At the Mansion…
Falco finally came to, but like Sheik said, was freaked out.
"What if those crazy girls come attack me? They could be anywhere…" Falco said, ducking behind plants.
"Falco, relax. Just change into your PJ's and go to sleep," I said, reading my book.
"Good idea," Falco said, finally calming down.
He opened the closet, and saw the bloody zombie nailed to the door.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! THE HORROR!"
Falco's body hit the carpet.
"Wow. He fainted," I mused. "I guess I should have taken that down."
I never scared Falco again. But you can bet he was plotting his revenge, which would prompt me to scare him again…
Author's Notes: Fun chapter to write! I had a Doc chapter in the works, but it was deleted. I'm so mad about that! So I wrote this. In a day. I'm proud of myself…HAHA! It's so long. I wasn't expecting this. Ah well.
Reviews: So many!
Xiao Dark-cloud: I've got a little something planned, actually. That super-long thing for Urby, I'll release it when I get two hundred reviews here! And…that's probably very soon so I better start writing. I'm so close…
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Now, the Don is pleased with your review and says that you are suddenly a favorite to write about. The Don does not understand why you have suddenly become more popular, only that you are! And Urby wants her Loni Grey back. She says her collection is crying right now because of the lack of its most sophisticated color.
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Wow. I didn't know you were so blunt. The batteries just died, good tell him like it is!
The Don now believes Elfbrat has become more popular! Her bluntness amused me! LOL.
Yoshizilla: Dr. Hoshi was in the chapter that got deleted. It's really Chad the Charmander that has the spotlight here. He's my reporter in Urby's birthday present, and he's in this chapter. As for Peppy, I'm saving her for the mayhem in the last chapter, the Master Hand one. Wow, this story is getting long.
So many chapters!
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If you want Loni Grey, check out my vault. I never wear nail polish, but I bought enough to last a lifetime. Or, just bug Blazing Fool, but he's not sharing!
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Demon of the Black Fire: I might make a sequel, or just one really long one shot of everything happening in one day, converging into a strange series of events that effects everyone. And once I've done a chapter for all the Smashers, their alter egos and etc., there will be a Master Hand chapter and then a bonus SSBECF one because I love you so much.
Okay, Caliban the Wiz, signing out. Bye. Ouch, my head. Never write a whole chapter in one sitting.