A/N: Chapter 2! This was a weird chapter a didn't add in until later when I remembered it should be necessary to include all the other characters, not focus on just a few like I ALWAYS do. So, it may be a bit odd to read, but read it anyways! 8D

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The Fiend Within

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The Smashers

Mewtwo knew something was amiss. He just didn't know what.

The cat-like Pokemon sat quietly in his dark dorm, tuning into his psychic powers and searching for answers. His abilities were well-trained after centuries of practice, so whatever was being hid, it was hidden extremely well.

But Mewtwo was not one to depend on his powers alone. Most psychics shunned trivial sensations such as "instincts" and "deep contemplation," relying on their skills alone. Perhaps that is why most of them lost their mind after countless studies. Mewtwo was much too intelligent to follow in those fools' footsteps.

And so, he thought long and hard. Two Smashers had disappeared without a trace, for he could not feel their brains patterns, not even as far as Nintendo where they should've been. He found Master Hand's, but his thoughts were calm and relaxed and had nothing to do with the situation as he enjoyed the vacation he so sorely deserved. He had searched other Smashers, finding them either clueless or as thoughtful as he was.

Who was left to search?

He was so distracted with his thoughts, before he sensed the presence of an evil beast nearby, it was already too late.

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Princess Peach yawned, bored.

It was her turn this evening to watch the kid Smashers in the Nursery provided, although it shouldn't have been. Tonight was Zelda's turn, but that little skank had run off on her little vacation, and there was no way Samus was gonna take over, oh, heaven forbid. Oh, well, at least the kids were doing a pretty good job of keeping themselves entertained. Ness, the other, younger psychic, was showing off his powers by lifting up various objects in the room. The Ice Climbers, brother Popo and sister Nana, watched in amazement, and Mr. Game and Watch, a 2-D shadow from the Flat Zone of Nintendo, beeped in glee. The two big eaters, Kirby and Yoshi, each had a pie and were competing in a messy contest of who would finish it first.

Peach watched these activities irritably, although she was thankful the Three Pokemon Terrors- Pichu, Pikachu, and Jigglypuff- weren't here to tear up the room like they always did. Usually, she wouldn't be so bored, as little Rinku would be there to talk with her, but his bedtime was earlier than the others, leaving her alone with the rest of them.

She glanced longingly at the door, then back at the kids. Kirby announced his victory while Yoshi disregarded him and continued his meal, while the others were absorbed in Ness' amazing powers.

Eh. They'd be fine if she left for a couple minutes for some fresh air.

She roamed the hallways, leaving behind the cheerful laughter to search for her boyfriend. He told her he would talk to C.H. about Bowser around 2-ish, and it was 5 o'clock right now. Surely the meeting was over by now.

Peach came to the dorm door labeled with his name and rapped a knuckle delicately against the wood. "Mario? Are you there?"

She tried the doorknob, but it was locked, as it always was when he wasn't in. She stared at the door as if trying to look through it.

"...Weird. Where could he be...?"

Peach made her way back towards the Nursery, too wrapped up in her thoughts to sense anything wrong. Then she stopped in her tracks once she realized that she heard no more laughter coming from her destination.

She hurriedly sped towards the Nursery and threw open the ajar door. Inside, a blonde woman in dark clothing faced the children with her back turned to Peach and her ghostly hands directed towards them. The youths sat clustered before her, their eyes clouded and distant as they had fallen under her hypnotic spell.

With a hand still trained to hold them in place, the woman turned to Peach, her creamy, mask-like face solidified with a serene, frightening smile as she gazed at Peach with empty eyes of ebony.

"...Z...Zelda...?"

"Too bad. You should've been watching the children."

The woman raised her hand, and she knew no more.

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"That's five more for G-dorf. I'll deal." Captain Falcon cut and shuffled the card deck under the fluorescent lights of the Billiard Room, passing out to himself and three others. Falco rubbed the back of his feathered neck tiredly before taking his. Ganondorf sighed gruffly, his crimson eyes narrowing at his obviously horrible hand. Donkey Kong scratched his large brow in intense thought.

Falcon rearranged his hand idly, then spoke up. "...So, Falco, any news from Fox yet?"

"What am I, his fucking babysitter?" the bird snapped fiercely.

"No, I'm just asking a question! Jesus!"

Ganondorf placed his hand face-down. "I fold."

"Out already? Heh." Falcon reached into his pocket for a Marlboro and his lighter, lighting the corrosive stick and puffing a few clouds of smoke. It was a nasty habit, he knew it, and his girl Samus would be heartbroken if she were to discover it. Heartbroken enough to take her arm cannon and vaporize him on the spot. "Hey, G-dorf, what about Zelda?"

"I don't know," he answered robotically.

"Hmm. Who's betting first?"

"Duuhh... I bet, duh, ten." DK slurred, throwing in a blue chip to the middle of the table.

"And I raise you fifteen," Falco instantly reacted, throwing in a red chip. He knew a bluff when he saw one, even if DK's behaviors were hard to analyze.

Falcon smirked, and knowing this was a harmless game, put down his hand and leaned back in his chair to watch the show. "I fold," he muttered, exhaling wispy curls through his nostrils.

Falco sneered at him, then raised the pot by fifteen again.

DK raised it by ten.

Falco folded, cursing under his breath.

"The pot's your regardless, DK," Falcon said, knowing what was coming next. "Whatcha got?"

DK grinned an innocent ape grin, spreading out his hand. "This!" Ace of Spades, Five of Clubs, Two of Clubs, Jack of Diamonds, and Ten of Hearts.

Falco stringed together such colorful language that wound make a sailor blush.

Falcon howled with laughter, glancing at the clock framed by silvery wisps. 12:30. "Jesus Christ." He lurched out of his chair, crushing his barely expired cigarette in the ashtray. What a waste. "I'm hitting the sack," he announced, leaving with a couple grunts from the others.

He yawned as he approached his dorm, confused when the doorknob wouldn't turn. He then chuckled. "Oh, yeah... That's ri..."

"Douglas..."

Falcon jumped when two slender arms wrapped around his waist.

"Huh? Whozzat?"

"It's me, Douglas."

He turned around to face a woman that was not his Samus, but in fact that elf princess. What was her name? Z...Zer... His thoughts were cluttered together like stuffed animals, fuzzy and incomprehensive.

"H...Hey there."

I shouldn't be here.

She pushed him against the wall.

If Samus saw us...

Her dark eyes bore into his.

I should-

Her lips ravaged over his.

...oh, what the hell.

And he was lost.

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A/N: How's that? I wanted to include as many characters as possible. So how'd I do? As for Three Renegades, gimme some time on that one. Just review this one!