Me: ♫ I loves you allllllllllll!♫ :blows kisses:
You: Uhhhhhh…?
Random Guy says: Randomly get out of my random way:shoves Meg into random pit:
Sock Puppet of Meg :pops out through computer screen: Just read the story and remember all the characters don't belong to me, but to the people they belong to. :goes back where it came from:
You:slowly inches away from your computer and pushes the back button:
It was just a normal day at the smash castle. Until the sky clouded over and it started to rain heavily, that is. :Ka-thoom: The thunder echoed and the lightning flashed across the sky. I stood next to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the library; momentarily distracted from my book by the sudden appearance of the rain. Almost as soon as the first drop hit the window, a fire roared to life in the fireplace in the reading area to my right. Lightning lit up the sky. "One one-thousand, two one-tho-" I thought out loud, waiting for the thunder.
"The lightening is striking two and a half miles away." Marth, my reading mate, commented from his lounging position on one of the plush reading chairs.
"Yes, it looks like the rest of the melees will be postponed for today." I added, turning away from the window.
Suddenly a high pitched squealing came from the hall. "What is that?" Marth shouted over the noise while covering his ears in pain, "And why won't it shut up?"
With a bang, the library door burst open and all the little'ins of the smash crew came stumbling in. With sniffling and whimpering, they all clung to my legs. Young ones are such drama queens…but irresistible none the less. I thought as I looked down at their scared faces, I lingered a moment on Luigi, Even though some of them are not that young. "What is the matter?" I questioned
"The thunder is scary!" The Ice Climbers cried in unison with terror in their eyes.
Another roll of thunder made them cling even harder to my legs. I gave a little chuckle and patted them all on the head one by one. "Let's go to the living room." I said soothingly, heading towards the door; they all followed with out a second thought. I noticed Marth shaking his head with amusement and going back to his book as I passed him. "I'd hate to be you." he thought, knowing I would hear him. "You are just jealous because they think you are a female." I thought back, and watched his face twist in anger.
We walked down the hall to the common room. To my surprise, it was almost completely empty; usually it is filled with people, especially when we are all stuck inside. Only Mr. Game & Watch sat close to the fire. He gave us a cheerful beep hello when we all positioned ourselves around the fire as well. They all looked to me expectantly, their eyes wide with fright. "Piiiii…" Pikachu and Pichu wailed as another strike of lightning made the electricity blink. I really had hoped someone else was going to be in the room. If it was Peach I would have left them in her care. Even Jigglypuff would be better than me; she can put them to sleep. I sighed and glanced out the window just in time to see Sheik running around in the rain and Ganondorf chasing after him with an umbrella. I guess not everyone was stuck inside. I looked back to the small ones, their fear eminent on their faces.
"Beep beep?" Mr. Game & Watch asked suddenly, pointing to the book in my hands.
I looked down. Hans Anderson's Fairy Tales and Wonder Stories. "Sure I will, this has alot of great stories." I aswered.
"Which one are you going to read?" Ness asked with his wanderlust showing.
I slowly opened the book, and slowly ran my finger down the table of contents, watching as the group about my feet squirm with anticipation.
"Just pick already!" a voice shouted out, surprising everyone. I looked up at the farthest chair and was amused to find Captain Falcon waiting impatiently for me to start.
"Fine, fine." I rumbled, "How about….The Ice Queen?"
"BO-RING!" Young Link exclaimed with a fake yawn.
"Just wait and see little green one, just wait and see." I responded, poking his belly in a playful manner. He just pouted.
"Now, then, let us begin." I started reading. "When we are at the end of the story we shall know more than we know now: but to begin.
Once upon a time there was a wicked Hand; indeed, he was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful, when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good for nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In this mirror the most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best persons were turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their heads; their faces were so distorted that they were not to be recognized; and if any one had a mole, you might be sure that it would be magnified and spread over both nose and mouth. "That's glorious fun!" said the Hand. If a good thought passed through a man's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the Hand laughed heartily at his clever discovery. All the little hands who went to his school-for he kept a hand-school-told one another that a miracle had happened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to see how the world really looked. They ran about with the mirror, and at last there was not a land or a person who was not represented distorted in the mirror. So then they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a joke there. The higher they flew with the mirror the more terribly it grinned; they could hardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew, nearer and nearer to the stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that it flew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was dashed in a hundred million and more pieces. And now it worked much more evil than before, for some of these pieces were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the wide world, and when they go into people's eyes, there they stayed; and them people saw everything perverted, or only had an eye for that which was evil. This happened because the very smallest bit had the same power which the whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even got a splinter in their heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lump of ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used for window-panes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces were put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their glasses to see well and rightly. Then the wicked Hand laughed till he almost choked, for all this tickled his fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in the air: and now we shall hear what happened next.
With a dramatic flash, the power flicked off. The small ones (along with Captain Falcon) screamed once again as the fire dramatically lighted the room. With a snap of my fingers, I set some purple fire around the room the help with the lighting; including one above my head so I could see the tiny printing of the book.
"So what happened next?" Kirby squeaked, once again using his perfect grammar. It was hard enough to understand the puff-ball, not including his impeccable use of the English language.
"Well, what happened next was…"
Me: Now for the rest of the disclaimer:
The paragraph of the story The Ice Queen is copyrighted to Hans Anderson (except for the hand part ;-P) so plz don't sue. I promise the rest of the story won't be copied out of the book!
Mewtwo: I would never use the word 'little'ins'
Me: I know, but I love that word!
Mewtwo: Yeah, and I love this word...fwoosh :fwoosh:
Me: Ahhh:runs to find a way to put out the purple flames:
Mewtwo: Now that's entertainment.