Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros Melee, Sun Light Lemon Citrus Burts hand dishwashing liquid, or anything else mentioned in this fic.
Hola everyone! I finally got around to finishing this chapter. I'm also glad that I now have free time! So expect the errors and stuff to be corrected soon. Anyway, hope you like this chapter, as it took me forever to come up with the plot to this.
Warning! If you absolutely love Mario, then don't read this! There is extreme Mario bashing in this!
Oh! Perverted Monk Miroku, this chapter is my present to you!!! Happy B-Day!!!
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I Killed Mario...
By: Zorra Lombardi
Chapter 3 : 1:27 a.m.
Dr. Mario kicked open his door and began to drag Mario down the hallway by his leg. He was determined to get rid of Mario's body at any cost. "I absolutely refuse to be known as Mad Doc for the rest of my life! I'm not going to let Mario ruin my life again!"
The doctor peered around a corner. "Okay. Coast is clear." He said as he walked around the corner dragging Mario along with him. He observed his surroundings. The hallway was filled with darkness in almost every direction. Except for the rooms that had night lights. Even if the doors were closed, it was still obvious that certain people were afraid of the dark and needed night lights on at night. The small spaces at the bottom of the doors allowed bypassers to see the small shades of light from certain rooms.
The fact that supposed "tough" ones of the Super Smash Bros slept with night lights on at night wasn't exactly the one thing that Dr. Mario would normally find amusing at this moment. It was the fact that the hallway was decorated with art work done by Mario. Most of them were just badly sketched pictures of plungers and himself (the places that had been erased several times made it seem that Mario had more arms, legs, noses, eyes, etc.). It made it difficult for some people to draw mustaches on the pictures, as Mario already had a mustache of his own. So people just resorted to writing obscene captions in little caption bubbles on the pictures. Some of which included "I stink!", "I'm in love with myself and Peach!" (Luigi and Roy's names had been crossed out twice), "I LOVE to SIT on Yoshi!", "I got worms!", which was followed by drawings of worms coming out of various places of Mario's body, "I feel pretty!", which was also followed by drawings of huge eyelashes, smeared lipstick, and a badly drawn bikini (the picture was Mario in nothing but his hat, gloves, and thong underwear), and "Want some of this?! Come and get it, Loser!", which too was followed by directions to Mario's room.
Dr. Mario had ignored the obscene pictures as he proceeded down the dark and deserted hallway. Well, it was deserted until now.
A few feet away from where Dr. Mario had frozen in his tracks, a door had begun to slowly swing open. Ness had then emerged from the doorway that led from the hallway into his room. He kicked the door shut behind him and began to approach Dr. Mario.
The doctor had remained frozen in place, Mario's leg had now slipped from Dr. Mario's hand. His mind was racing at that precise moment. 'Damnit! Now what am I going to do? I can't let anyone see me with this idiot's body! Especially when its cold and lifeless! I'll be blamed on Mario's death for sure!' He watched every step Ness took as he neared the almost petrified Dr. Mario. 'No! I will not be held responsible for Mario's death!' At this time, only one idea had managed to present itself into the doctor's mind, bribery. Dr. Mario put on a nervous grin and began to attempt to negotiate.
"Hey there Ness! Look, I know this may seem a little awkward, but this is not how it may seem to look. Mario's okay, he really is. He just had a bit of a hangover and he just happened to have ended up outside my office and I found him and brought him inside. So I- uh... He didn't have a pulse. I tried to bring him back to life with no sucess and that's why I'm quietly trying to sneak his body off to some other unlucky asshol- Shit!
"Look, Ness, what's it going to take to keep you quiet about this? I have money.... somewhere.... I think. I know your a reasonable little boy! PLEASE DON'T SNITCH ME OFF!" Dr. Mario cried out as he closed his eyes tightly and prepared for the worst. However, much to his surprise, it never came. Ness hadn't even said one word.
Dr. Mario opened slowly opened his right eye to see Ness standing in place, staring off into nothingness, his eyes glazed over, his face expressionless. The doctor opened both eyes and blinked. "Nessy?" He then waved his hand in front of the child's face, but he didn't respong. Dr. Mario smirked and reached down and grabbed Mario's leg and began to drag him past Ness. "What an idiot. He's sleepwalking."
The doctor had continued down the dark hallway. He began to glace around at the closed doors that led to the rooms of various Super Smash Bros. "Hmm.... Okay. The moment of truth." He stopped and stared from door to door. "Who's gonna be the lucky one?"
The small electric mouse pokemon lay awake in his tiny bed in the room that he shared with two of his fellow pokemon; Pikachu and Jigglypuff. It was indeed pitch black all around. No night. No moonlight shinning through a window. No nothing.
"Wh-why does it have t-to be s-s-so dark?" Pichu shivered as his tiny eyes darted from one direction to another rapidly. The pokemon had became very alert of his surroundings over the past four hours. It had suddenly dawned on Pichu just how scary the darkness was. That is after he watched a movie known as "Jeepers Creepers" with a few others earlier that evening. Pichu never realized just how terrigying the darkness could be until now.
Pichu shivered once more as he pulled his blanket over his head as a scratching noise was heard. He was too scared to notice that it was only Pikachu, clawing at the wall that he was sleeping against. Pichu then peered out of the blanket and glanced around the room. There was nothing there except Jigglypuff and Pikachu. Pichu sighed softly. "I wish the sund would come up alread! I can't stand the dark!"
Pichu shrieked and hid under his blanket once more. He could have sworn that he heard footsteps in the hallway. He stayed under his blanket for a good while, listening to anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Several minutes had passed before the pokemon emerged from under the blanket again. He looked around before sighing again. "Maybe nothings really scary around here. Maybe its all just in my head." Pichu brightened up. "Yeah, that's it! I'm just paranoi-"
He suddenly shrieked again and darted back under the blankets. Pichu had definately heard a noise this time. He then realized that he wasn't being paranoid. The noise of a creaking door had just now proven this.
The small pokemon shivered in uncomfortable fear. Someone had entered the room. Footsepts were growing louder as it had seemed to Pichu that they were coming for him. They were coming to steal his skin and feed his body to sharks with electric lasers on their heads. But what to do with his skin? Turn it into a hat, perhaps?
Pichu wanted to scream his lungs out as it had seemed that someone had just sat on his tiny bed, which was about the size of a large shoe box. He would have scremed if outched, but since Pikachu and Jigglypuff threatened to lock him in in a drawer if he scremed and woke them up again, he thought better of it and settled for shivering in fear.
At that moment, much to Pichu's surprise, the footsteps seemed to start scrabling away from Pichu's bedside. He heard them reach the door and rush out, without closing the door. But this was not what really surprised the small pokemon. It was the fact that there seemed to be a very large amount of weight on his bedside.
Blinking, Pichu sat up in his bed, the blanket still hanging over his head. He reached over to his bedside to find the source of what was causing his bed to cave in. He stiffened. There was definately something there. It felt as if it was something like a very fat, stubby fingered hand.
Gasping in fear, the pokemon pulled the blanket off of his head and looked down to see exactly what it was that he had his hand on. He slowly looked down at his tiny paw and felt his eyes widen to the point where they could rival large dinner plates.
Pichu had indeed had his paw on top of a very fat, stubby hand. A hand that belonged to none other than Mario. The plumber had looked as if (to Pichu) that he was wasted and was looking for a new sex toy of somesort.
The pokemon could not hold his scream back any longer as this thought struck his mind. Pichu had let out an ear-piercing, high pitched scream that could have rivaled the sound of nails on a chalk board.
Pichu then leaped from his bed, frightened nearly to hell. By this time, Pikachu and Jigglypuff had awoken. Both just as frightened as Pichu. They looked around alarmingly and saw Pichu readying an electric attack. They both stared at the small pokemon and were about to ask what had happened, but instead, witnessed Pichu release a very powerful electrical surge of energy. Pikachu had noticed that the power of Pichu's electric attack seemed unusually stronger than normally. Pikachu shielded his eyes as he tried to call out his pre-evolved form. "Pichu! What are you doing?! You'll kill us all!"
However, Pichu did not seem to notice that Pikachu was yelling at him. He kept sending very large amounts of eletrical surges of energy towards Mario. Then finally, Pichu had worn hiself out. Drained of almost all of his energy, Pichufell over backwards into a boneless heap on the floor.
"Pichu!" Pikachu shouted as he rushed over to his pre-evolved form's aid. But he stopped dead in his tracks and saw a sight that he thought he'd never see. It was the sight of an electricuted and badly fried, limp Mario. Gasping, Pikachu jumped next to Mario and examined him. Mario had indeed been electricuted by the smell of the room and his clothes. He had also appeared to be badly beaten and bruised.
Pikachu was suddenly at a loss for words. It was obvious to him that there was only one explanation for this; Pichu had abused and electricuted Mario.
"Pikachu?"
Pikachu was snapped back to reality at the sound of Jigglypuff's voice. Pikachu turned to face a very dumbstruck Jigglypuff.
"Pichu... attacked Mario.... Badly." Pikachu said, not quite sure if he had actually just had to tell that to Jigglypuff.
Jigglypuff suddenly looked very shocked at what Pikachu had just said. "Pichu did this? But.... why?" She said, almost frightened half to death.
Pikachu was about to answer, but the sight of a recovering Pichu had taken his mind away from the answer to Jigglypuff's question. Pichu had blinked a few times before finally sitting up from the floor. He could barely see Pikachu and Jigglypuff through his blurred vision. He began to stand up all the way, Pichu let go of the standing before them. Both of them looked very disgusted. Pichu yelped.
'Oh great! I woke them up! Now I'm in for it!' Pichu thought to himself. He had technically shocked his "attacker" with so much power that he could have caused the whole planet to have a world wide blackout. Pichu had managed a nervous smile as he looked up at the pair. "Your probably wondering why I accidentally woke you guys up." He said in a rather nervous tone. "Its quite an interesting story. You see, I was laying in bed and-"
"You don't need to say anything else, Pichu. We know exactly what you did." Pikachu spat at his younger half. Pichu had seemed mildly surprised at this.
"You do?"
"Yes! How dare you do this to Mario?!" Jigglypuff shouted. Pichu's eyes widened as he realized what they were talking about.
"Hey! It was self-defense! Mario was trying to-"
"Bullshit, Pichu! We know that you attacked Mario! Your one of the many that hate his guts, as I am, but I never thought anyone would have the nerve to do THIS!" Pikachu snarled. "Especially you."
Pichu blinked a few times. He was a little surprised that Pikachu had learned the word "Bullshit". He looked at Mario. It was true that he hated Mario. The plumber had always refered to the tiny pokemon as "Small Fry" and "Self-shocking Titmouse" (Pichu usually found that name amusing, as a titmous was a type of songbird). It was mainly because Pichu was so small and was a baby pokemon. Pichu never really enjoyed being poked at for fun, but Mario had always managed to turn his good and triumphant days into depressing and gloomy ones.
Slowly, Pichu approached Mario. He wore a sad expression on his face. He did feel a little guilty for shocking Mario half to death, or so he thought it was only "half" to death. Sure he hated Mario, but as peace loving as the tiny pokemon was, Pichu just couldn't help feeling appologetic. He reached out and gently touched Mario's shoulder and shook it lightly. "I'm sorry, Mario. I didn't mean to shock you like that. You scared me and I just did the first thing I thought of in defense. Its an instinct. I didn't want to- I'm so sorry, Mario. Can you forgive me?"
As Pichu gently shook Mario's shoulder, he noticed that Mario didn't seem to respond to a word that he had said, nor did he respond to Pichu's gentle shaking. Pichu blinked. "Mario? Did you hear me?" He then put both of his tiny paws on Mario's shoulder and attempted to shake it harder. "Mario?"
Pikachu and Jigglypuff both watched Pichu attempt to get Mario out of what had appeared to be unconciousness. The two pokemon both glanced at each other and then glanced back at Pichu, who seemed to be getting more frustrated. Pichu was now shaking Mario's shoulder violently. "Com'on! Wake up! Stop scaring me! Please don't get me in trouble!"
Pikachu watched this as Pichu began to desperately plea for the "unconcious" plumber to wake up. He blinked and approach his frantic younger half. He looked at Mario's body. The plumber was completely motionless. Let alone Pichu's violent shoulder shaking. He seemed almost limp as his head rolled from side to side. Then something had instantly caught Pikachu's eye. Mario's clothes were soaked. His eyes widened as realization hit him. Somehow, Mario had gotten wet before he was shocked. Pikachu knew that electricity was conducted well in water. Since Mario was covered in soaked clothes, an electrical attack with rather high voltage could prove to be fatal. An electrical attack similar to the one that Pichu had used on Mario.
"Oh my God!" Pikachu shouted, snapping Pichu back to reality. The tiny pokemon froze his paws in place and turned his head towards Pikachu's. Jigglypuff's attention was also captured as she stared at Pikachu intently from the place she stod. Pikachu's expression was a wide-eyed shocked one as he slowly brought his head up to look at Pichu's confused expression. "You- He... killed... Mario's dead!"
The last words that the shocked Pikachu had stammered out had made Pichu go numb. Mario would not wake up because he was dead. It was his fault that this had happened. It was his fault that he had put his all into the last sudden attack. He was reonsible for this. He opened his mouth and let out a silent gasp. "I- I killed him? .... No... I killed Mario."
Pikachu's gaze never left Pichu's. Nor did Pikachu's expression change. He was ompletely in shock, but h had to admit to himself, he was impressed. He didn't think Pichu had it in him. Judging by Pichu's expression, however, he was not impressed. He was terrified. Pichu had never really hurt anyone this badly before. Nor had he ever killed anyone before. Let alone most of the bugs he stepped on, and he still felt a lot of guilt for himself and sympathy for the bugs. Pikachu blinked as his expression changed to a vacant one. He turned to face Pichu completely. "Pichu-"
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! DID YOU NOT THINK ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF ACTUALLY KILLING YOUR VICTIM?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MARIO?! YOUR A MONSTER, PICHU!" Jigglypuff yelled as Pikachu was interupted. Pikachu whirled and stared at Jigglypuff, who had puffed herself up, looking furious.
"Jigglypuff! Don't yell at him like that!" Pikachu shouted, in attempt to defend his pre-evolved form. Jigglypuff's eyes narrowed at Pikachu.
"Why shouldn't I?! For surely you agree with me that Pichu is a murdered! He deserves to suffer for what he did! He killed Mario! He should pay the price!" Shouted Jigglypuff. Though she had a glint of hope in her eyes as she stared at Pikachu. She was hoping that the pokemon would take her side.
"Hmph. Actually," Pikachu smirked as he turned to Pichu, who never looked back up. "I'm glad the stupid plumber is dead. I never liked him anyway. I'm proud of you, Pichu. That was one hell of an attack!" He chided excitedly, more to Pichu than Jigglypuff.
"WHAT?!" Jigglypuff shouted, angrily at the back of Pikchu's head. "Your proud of- of- THAT?!" She yelled as she pointed to Mario's body, thought Pikachu couldn't see her pointing.
"Of course I am. Who wouldn't be?" Pikachu said as he turned back to Jigglypuff, smirking. The puffball shot a death glare at her fellow pokemon.
"Me!" Pikachu scowled.
"Ya know, I'd expect that answer from someone who thinks that taking a bath in nothing but dish soap is disgusting!" Pikachu said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Jigglypuff winced at this. Hearing the words Dish Soap was not something she had been wanting to hear in a long time, as the words had always brought back a very bad memory of something that had happened to her not too long ago. She pushed away the flashback of the memory and kept her glare on Pikachu. "THAT DAMN STUFF IS HARD TO GET OFF AND ITS REALLY SLIMEY!!"
"Well, if you must know, I believe by killing Mario, Pichu did us all a favor. You should be thanking him." Pikachu snapped. Jigglypuff growled at this.
"Why should I be thanking someone who killed Mario?! I'd be thanking a murderer!"
Pichu, who had not really been paying attention to the argument between Pikachu and Jigglypuff, had suddenly flinched. He did not like the idea of being refered to as a murdered. Hell, he didn't even like death. He was afraid of it. He gasped and, surprisingly, smiled very wryly. "What are you talking about, Jigglypuff? Mario's not dead. He's just napping." Pichu spoke, for the first time since the beginning of Pikachu and Jigglypuff's argument.
This had caught the attention of both Pikachu and Jigglypuff. They both stared at Pichu, amazed at first by what he just said. Until they saw the smile on Pichu's face. Pikachu gave Pichu a sad look. "Pichu, he's dead. Jigglypuff and I watched you kill him."
"No, not true, Pikachu! He's napping! I'm sure of it!" For that moment, Pikachu thought that Pichu had lost it. The pre-evolved pokemon shook Mario's shoulder again. Pikachu sighed.
"Pichu..."
"No, no! I'm sure he's alive!"
"He's dead, damnit!"
No! Fat plumbers like Mario love to nap!"
"What do I have to do to get you to understand this?! Do I have to shock the shit out of you until you end up like Mario?!"
"Oh, Mario! Wakey wakey! Time for cakey!"
There was a sudden smashing noise that could have shaken the whole building. Pikachu had head butted Pichu, sending him into the wall. There was a gasp from Jigglypuff and a growl from Pikachu as he glared at Pichu. "Mario's dead! You killed him! We saw you do it! What's done is done! DEAL WITH IT!!!!"
Pichu blinked from his space in the wall. Pikachu's head butt really hurt. So did the fact that he would soon be known as a murdered. This would reflect on his self-image for the rest of his life. It was really something that he didn't want to specualte on. Slowly, Pichu rose from his space in the wall and said nervously, "Pikachu?"
Pikachu's expression changed to a confused on. "What is it, Pichu?" Pikachu asked softly.
Pichu sniffled. "When I get convicted for murder, you will come with me to the trial, right? You and Jigglypuff?"
Pikachu suddenly stiffened. "Trial? What trial?"
"You know, there's gonna be a trial on all of this." Pichu said quietly as he approached Pikachu, who was uspiciously uncomfortable about this. "People will want me to pay for what I've done. So there's most likely gonna be a huge trial." Pikachu's eyes widened at this. "And then the jury will find me guilty no matter what my plea is!" Pikachu started trembling by this time, causing Jigglypuff to eye him curiously. "The the judge will sentence me to death and they'll put me in the chair and they'll pull the lever and-"
"NOOOO!!!!" Pikachu yelled suddenly, startling Pichu and Jigglypuff, who both were now wide-eyed at Pikachu's sudden reaction to this.
The reason behind the scream had involved something in Pikachu's past. One night, his master, Ash Ketchum, came up drunk as a result of winning a pokemon match. The night had resulted in Misty having her face painted in permanent black marker with "Loser!" written across her forehead and badly drawn bug pokemon on her cheeks (which caused her to literally scream at her own reflection in the mirror), Tracey having a sketch book filled with nothing but nude chicks and Brock licking himself, Jessie of Team Rocket was wearing a very tight short cut dress and dog collar, and tied to Ash's tree in his back yard, Deliah Ketchum tied up next to the trash cans outside next to the mailbox, Professor Oak, wearing a very small pink tutu, a hungover May, sleeping next to the toilet, a missing Max, a burned down Pokemon Center, and a badly burned Brock.
After Officer Jenny had found a hungover Ash in bed with a lovestruck James, with a jealous Gary Oak outside their room, Ash was arrested for burning down the Pokemon Center. Being as hungover as he was, Ash blamed everything that happened on Pikachu, who was found hiding under the sink with a bottle of ketchup by his side. So Ash and Pikachu ended up standing by each other in court. After both pleaded not guilty and stated their sides of their story in what happened during that night, the pair was found guilty for arson and vandalism. They were both sentenced to doing a full month of community service. Pikachu got the pleasure of helping in the staff of a Nursing Home. Pikachu hated every minute of it, as he was the one who had to give out up to sixty sponge baths a day.
The electric mouse pokemon had to live through wrongful accusation and being punished for it. Now this has happened. Pichu wanted Pikachu to stand by him. The last time this happened, Pikachu was punished for doing absolutely nothing except sitting in a cabinet under a sink enjoying a nice bottle of ketchup. He sure as hell did not want it to happen again. Now that this situation had arisen, the thought that he could possibly be blamed for this had never occured to him, until now. Pikachu knew that he would most likely be blamed for killing Mario.
No. He would be blamed for killing Mario. It was never an everyday routine to see Pichu shock someone to hell byt the human eye. Pichu was barely capable of that kind of power. At least not while anyone was around, which was currenlty annoying Pikachu to no end. Pikachu , on the other hand, had great potential to shock the shit out of anyone at will. Even without being pissed off. People would instantly belive that Pikachu was the real culprit behind all of this and tried to cover it up by pinning it on Pichu, the real culprit. If he stated his entire situation in his own words, no one would ever believe him. Pichu was too weak to anyone's eye to generate that type of power. In this case, Pikachu was going to be the unlucky one. Not Pichu.
"NO! NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!" Pikachu shouted, which earned him stupid looks from Jigglypuff and Pichu. Pikachu quickly rushed toward Pichu and placed his paws on Pichu's shoulders. "Pichu, we've got to wake Mario up! NOW!"
Pichu blinked. "But Pikachu, he won't wake-"
"Yes he will!"
"You said it yourself. He's-"
"NOT DEAD! He's only sleeping!" Pikachu said, grinning like an insane idiot. By now, Pichu and Jigglypuff had become a bit scared by Pikachu's outburst. Pichu had placed a paw on Pikachu's shoulder.
"Pikachu, he's-"
"Sleeping, damnit!"
"You said-"
"Your absolutely right! He's napping!"
"Pikachu-"
"Fat plumbers DO love to nap!"
"PIKACHU! MARIO'S DEAD!"
"No he's not!"
"You said it yourself! I killed him!" Pichu yelled. Pikachu, who was still frantically trying to convince Pichu that Mario could be saved. It was then that Jigglypuff had decided to speak up.
"Pichu's right. You did say it yourself. He did kill-"
"Shut up, Jigglypuff!" Pikachu roared. His look had changed into a serious one as he growled at his past thoughts. "Listen, if you think I'm going back into a court room, then your both fucking crazy! Last time I did, I got sentenced to community service for doing nothing but EATING KETCHUP! And its all Ash's fault!" By now, electical sparks had began sparking in Pikachu's electrical sacks as his anger seemed to be growing by the second. "I'm not going through that again! I'd rather go to hell!"
Pichu and Jigglypuff remained in their states of confusion and shock (due to the many words that Pikachu knew). Jigglypuff had opened her mouth to say something, but Pikachu had suddenly turned to face her with the same serious look on his face. "Look, unless you want to end up in the slammer with me, then you'll help me out here." Pikachu said sternly. It was then that Jigglypuff had started glaring at her fellow pokemon.
"Why should I?! What makes you think I'll be joining you in this?!" Jigglypuff snapped. "Bsides, creatures like you deserve what you get for killing."
"You don't get it, do you Jigglypuff?" Pikachu said. "I'll be accused of this and they'll let Pichu go because my electric attacks are way stronger than Pichu'll ever be. They'll think I'm trying to pin all of this on Pichu, the one who really did this!" It was then that Pikachu smirked. "And you, Jigglypuff, won't be let off easily. Just what makes you think that your not going to get blamed for any of this as well? 'Cause either way, all three of us are going to be screwed."
Jigglypuff blinked. "Why me?! I didn't do anything!"
"Really? That got me far." Pikachu said with obvious sarcasm. "I could say that you planned this and forced me and Pichu to do all of your dirty work under the penalty of death by burning at that stake. That sound good enough?"
"What?! But that's all a bunch of lies!"
"It won't be when I show them that little picture you drew of you setting fire to Mario on that one day. I could make it look like you've admired him all these years, while in truth, under that mask of admiration, you actually hated that fat bastard's guts!"
"No! You know its not true! You'll never get away with that! Even if you tried, I'll deny every bit of it!"
"Which is exactly why you'll be joining me. How do you think Ash and I ended up in jail in the first place? the jury won't buy a word that you say!"
"They will if I'm telling the truth!"
"No they won't. They'll still think your lying and make you work to pay off your debts anyways!"
"Okay, fine! I'll just find a way to sue once I'm done working!"
At this, Pikachu's smirk had widened. "You won't last long enough to do so. You'll be too traumatized by doing community service in a nursing home to do so."
"Huh? What makes you say that?"
Pikachu let out a small laugh. "Because the staff there treats you like shit and you can't do hardly anything fun at all."
Jigglypuff growled. "Enough with your fancy words! Emphasis on fancy! If I can survive being trapped in a room full of Mario's dirty socks then I can survive community service in a nursing home!"
Dramatic silence had suddenly taken place. Pichu, not liking the silence, shuffled his tiny feet uncomfortably next to Pikachu, who was still smirking at Jigglypuff. The tiny pokemon had taken a lot of interest in this little argument between Pikachu and Jigglypuff and had almost forgotten that he was the cause of all of this. Then Pikachu broke the silence, sounding dramatic himself. "They make you take baths in contaminated water before you start working."
It was Jifflypuff's turn to growl. This was getting quite annoying for her liking. "So!?"
Another round of silence had taken place. Before Pikachu had finally said, "And they make you use..... dish soap."
Suddenly, Jigglypuff's eyes widened. Dish Soap. It was something that Jifflypuff had feared ever since the day that she was teased about for "accidentally" being pushed into a mud puddle by him. He had volunteered to help clean Jifflypuff up, which she frantically protested against it. He, however, insisted on helping. So he took the protesting pokemon into the kitchen and then said that he didn't feel like cleaning. So he just poured a full bottle of Sun Light Lemon Citrus Burts hand dishwashing liquid into the dishwasher and shoved Jigglypuff in it. He shut the door to the dishwasher and turned it on. It was almost a full day until Ness came to get a glass out of the dishwasher and found a soap and sud covered Jigglypuff, stuck in the dishwasher. Afterwards, it took Jigglypuff several hours before she was sucessfully able to remove every last bit of the liquidy substance form her fur. From that day on, Jigglypuff had taken in a secret disliking for him (hence the reason how the picture that Pikachu spoke of earlier was drawn). He had done something to her that she could never forgive him for. The person was none other than the most hated himself, Mario.
Rage had seemed to be the only thing that was running through the puffball's mind. Aside from vengence. Before realizing what she was doing, Jifflypuff suddenly found herself charging at the fallen plumber, screaming wildly. She then threw her puffy fist into Mario's stomach before she jumped on it and began to violently kick and punch wherever possible (mostly Mario's crotch).
Pikachu and Pichu were both watching Jigglypuff's every move with wide eyes. After almost a minute of watching Jigglypuff trying to pound the fat plumber to hell and back, Pichu piped up at Pikachu. "Hey Pikachu, I think I may be a little naive, but I don't think Jigglypuff's revive Mario the right way." The he blinked at his own words. "Whatever that is."
It was Pikachu's turn to blink. Pichu was right. If attempting to recussitate Mario by beating the shit out of him was Jigglypuff's idea of revival then it definately wasn't a very good one. If anything, she was only making the situation worse by beating on Mario's neck. This wasn't the way to settle this. Pikachu decided that it was time to step in. He made a mad dash to the angry Jigglypuff and completely defenseless Mario. He siezed Jigglypuff's fist before she roughly punched Mario's neck again.
"Jigglypuff stop!" Pikachu shouted at the angry balloon pokemon, who stared at Pikachu in shock and confusion. "Your too damn weak!" He yelled as he hurled Jigglypuff to the ground by her puffy paw.
Pikachu had taken Jigglypuff's place on Mario's stomach and began to headbutt, kick, punch, you name it. His attacks seemed to be much stronger than Jigglypuff's, as many cracks were heard in various parts of Mario's body. "Com'on! Wake your ass up! You pudgy assed fat bastard! WAKE UP!"
Jigglypuff and Pichu both watched the entire fight in shock. Both were shocked at the pent up rage that Pikachu seemed to have and the amount of new words that he had learned. However, despite the amount of damage done, Pikachu had so far been unsucessful in his recussitation plan.
Pichu stared sadly at Pikachu desperately attempting to bring Mario back. "Pikachu, give it up. Its no use. He's been through too much to come back now."
Pikachu, panting hard, stopped his fighting and looked up at his younger half. "Its not quite over yet, Pichu." He jumped off of Mario and chuckled, startling Pichu and Jigglypuff. "There's one more think that we haven't tried."
Pichu and Jigglypuff didn't need to ask just what that thing was. It wasn't hard to tell what was about to happen next, as a large amount of electical sparks had began sparking on Pikachu's red a electrical sacks on his cheeks. Pichu let out a startled gasp. "Pikachu, don't! That's exactly how I-"
But it was too late for Pichu to finish his warning. Pikachu had suddenly released a very large amout of electrical energy that was the attack of Thunder Wave. The attack had struck Mario and began to violently shake his body continuously. Pichu and Jigglypuff's pleas for Pikachu to stop went unheard as Pikachu continued to release very large amounts of electricity. But it was not the fact that such an attack like this could not only drain Pikachu's energy and badly paralyze or kill the victim. It was the fact that Pikachu's attack was big enough to hit everyone in the room. In a way, not only was Pikachu's attack making things worse for Mario, but Pichu and Jigglypuff were also experiencing the first hand effects of Thunder Wave.
After attacking Mario's body with an electrical attack that was twice as strong as Pichu's attack was, Pikachu collapsed in completely boneless heap onto the floor. He had now became extremely exhausted that he had not even noticed that Pichu and Jigglypuff were also on the floor as a result of Thunder Wave. The only thing on his mind now was rest. However, he did not want to rest. He refused. He would not go to sleep now. Not while this was going on.
After what seemed like five minutes of eye resting, thirty minutes had passed after Pikachu had recovered enough energy to stand up again. He saw Jigglypuff and Pichu still on the floor, wide eyed. Pikachu blinked. "You guys feeling alright?"
Pichu and Jigglypuff both shot sideway glares at Pikachu. "Oh yeah, feel great." Jigglypuff said, sarcasm in her voice.
"Oh good then." Pikachu said, not catching Jigglypuff's sarcasm. He then walked over to Mario and looked at his body. Mario had seemed much worse than what he had before. Pikachu had only poked Mario's eye once before gasping. "No! My attack didn't work! Mario's dead!"
Jigglypuff rolled her eyes. "Really? When'd you figure out, Captain Obvious?"
Pikachu growled and whirled at Jigglypuff. "Damnit, Jigglypuff! You should know! Your the one who practically broke his neck!" He snapped. Jigglypuff stood, glaring at Pikachu.
"Me?! Your the one who said I wasn't doing it right! And if I heard correct, your the one who managed to crack every bone in his body!" Jigglypuff snapped back. Pikachu blinked in shock.
"But-" Pikachu looked around desperately for an excuse to fight back. "Pichu! He killed Mario first!"
Pichu sat up from his place on the floor and looked at the pair. "Wait guys! We don't know if Mario was actually dead the first time I attacked him, or when Jigglypuff attacked, or when Pikachu attacked. So the real murderer could actually be one or all of us." He said grimly. Jigglypuff gasped.
"No! There's no way I'm going to do community service! I refuse to shower in dish soap before doing anything!" Pikachu's eyes widened.
"I ain't going back to court NOW!" He stated. Pichu looked at his older half in despair.
"I don't want to go to court alone. And no matter what we say or do, we'll all probably get blamed for this." He gulped. "And we all agree that we don't want to go through any of that mess. So what are we gonna do?"
Jigglypuff looked at Pikachu. The look on her face asking the same uestion for her. Pikachu placed a paw up to his chin and began to contemplate. "Well, we have one of two options." Jigglypuff piped up.
"Go on."
Pikachu sighed. "We could either grab our valuables and move our asses to Mexico. Or-"Pichu and Jigglypuff leaned forward toward Pikachu intently, waiting for the next option. "we get rid of the body and make it look like someone else did this."
To Be Continued....
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Chapter 4: 2:20 a.m.
-Mewtwo has been thought to be the most powerful pokemon known to all who knew him. He is the most ruthless of the four pokemon in Super Smash Bros. So everyone would think that he could easily murder the most hated of of all and get away with it. Right? What if he has no idea what the hell was going on? What if he doesn't know what to do?
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Hola everyone! I finally got around to finishing this chapter. I'm also glad that I now have free time! So expect the errors and stuff to be corrected soon. Anyway, hope you like this chapter, as it took me forever to come up with the plot to this.
Warning! If you absolutely love Mario, then don't read this! There is extreme Mario bashing in this!
Oh! Perverted Monk Miroku, this chapter is my present to you!!! Happy B-Day!!!
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I Killed Mario...
By: Zorra Lombardi
Chapter 3 : 1:27 a.m.
Dr. Mario kicked open his door and began to drag Mario down the hallway by his leg. He was determined to get rid of Mario's body at any cost. "I absolutely refuse to be known as Mad Doc for the rest of my life! I'm not going to let Mario ruin my life again!"
The doctor peered around a corner. "Okay. Coast is clear." He said as he walked around the corner dragging Mario along with him. He observed his surroundings. The hallway was filled with darkness in almost every direction. Except for the rooms that had night lights. Even if the doors were closed, it was still obvious that certain people were afraid of the dark and needed night lights on at night. The small spaces at the bottom of the doors allowed bypassers to see the small shades of light from certain rooms.
The fact that supposed "tough" ones of the Super Smash Bros slept with night lights on at night wasn't exactly the one thing that Dr. Mario would normally find amusing at this moment. It was the fact that the hallway was decorated with art work done by Mario. Most of them were just badly sketched pictures of plungers and himself (the places that had been erased several times made it seem that Mario had more arms, legs, noses, eyes, etc.). It made it difficult for some people to draw mustaches on the pictures, as Mario already had a mustache of his own. So people just resorted to writing obscene captions in little caption bubbles on the pictures. Some of which included "I stink!", "I'm in love with myself and Peach!" (Luigi and Roy's names had been crossed out twice), "I LOVE to SIT on Yoshi!", "I got worms!", which was followed by drawings of worms coming out of various places of Mario's body, "I feel pretty!", which was also followed by drawings of huge eyelashes, smeared lipstick, and a badly drawn bikini (the picture was Mario in nothing but his hat, gloves, and thong underwear), and "Want some of this?! Come and get it, Loser!", which too was followed by directions to Mario's room.
Dr. Mario had ignored the obscene pictures as he proceeded down the dark and deserted hallway. Well, it was deserted until now.
A few feet away from where Dr. Mario had frozen in his tracks, a door had begun to slowly swing open. Ness had then emerged from the doorway that led from the hallway into his room. He kicked the door shut behind him and began to approach Dr. Mario.
The doctor had remained frozen in place, Mario's leg had now slipped from Dr. Mario's hand. His mind was racing at that precise moment. 'Damnit! Now what am I going to do? I can't let anyone see me with this idiot's body! Especially when its cold and lifeless! I'll be blamed on Mario's death for sure!' He watched every step Ness took as he neared the almost petrified Dr. Mario. 'No! I will not be held responsible for Mario's death!' At this time, only one idea had managed to present itself into the doctor's mind, bribery. Dr. Mario put on a nervous grin and began to attempt to negotiate.
"Hey there Ness! Look, I know this may seem a little awkward, but this is not how it may seem to look. Mario's okay, he really is. He just had a bit of a hangover and he just happened to have ended up outside my office and I found him and brought him inside. So I- uh... He didn't have a pulse. I tried to bring him back to life with no sucess and that's why I'm quietly trying to sneak his body off to some other unlucky asshol- Shit!
"Look, Ness, what's it going to take to keep you quiet about this? I have money.... somewhere.... I think. I know your a reasonable little boy! PLEASE DON'T SNITCH ME OFF!" Dr. Mario cried out as he closed his eyes tightly and prepared for the worst. However, much to his surprise, it never came. Ness hadn't even said one word.
Dr. Mario opened slowly opened his right eye to see Ness standing in place, staring off into nothingness, his eyes glazed over, his face expressionless. The doctor opened both eyes and blinked. "Nessy?" He then waved his hand in front of the child's face, but he didn't respong. Dr. Mario smirked and reached down and grabbed Mario's leg and began to drag him past Ness. "What an idiot. He's sleepwalking."
The doctor had continued down the dark hallway. He began to glace around at the closed doors that led to the rooms of various Super Smash Bros. "Hmm.... Okay. The moment of truth." He stopped and stared from door to door. "Who's gonna be the lucky one?"
The small electric mouse pokemon lay awake in his tiny bed in the room that he shared with two of his fellow pokemon; Pikachu and Jigglypuff. It was indeed pitch black all around. No night. No moonlight shinning through a window. No nothing.
"Wh-why does it have t-to be s-s-so dark?" Pichu shivered as his tiny eyes darted from one direction to another rapidly. The pokemon had became very alert of his surroundings over the past four hours. It had suddenly dawned on Pichu just how scary the darkness was. That is after he watched a movie known as "Jeepers Creepers" with a few others earlier that evening. Pichu never realized just how terrigying the darkness could be until now.
Pichu shivered once more as he pulled his blanket over his head as a scratching noise was heard. He was too scared to notice that it was only Pikachu, clawing at the wall that he was sleeping against. Pichu then peered out of the blanket and glanced around the room. There was nothing there except Jigglypuff and Pikachu. Pichu sighed softly. "I wish the sund would come up alread! I can't stand the dark!"
Pichu shrieked and hid under his blanket once more. He could have sworn that he heard footsteps in the hallway. He stayed under his blanket for a good while, listening to anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Several minutes had passed before the pokemon emerged from under the blanket again. He looked around before sighing again. "Maybe nothings really scary around here. Maybe its all just in my head." Pichu brightened up. "Yeah, that's it! I'm just paranoi-"
He suddenly shrieked again and darted back under the blankets. Pichu had definately heard a noise this time. He then realized that he wasn't being paranoid. The noise of a creaking door had just now proven this.
The small pokemon shivered in uncomfortable fear. Someone had entered the room. Footsepts were growing louder as it had seemed to Pichu that they were coming for him. They were coming to steal his skin and feed his body to sharks with electric lasers on their heads. But what to do with his skin? Turn it into a hat, perhaps?
Pichu wanted to scream his lungs out as it had seemed that someone had just sat on his tiny bed, which was about the size of a large shoe box. He would have scremed if outched, but since Pikachu and Jigglypuff threatened to lock him in in a drawer if he scremed and woke them up again, he thought better of it and settled for shivering in fear.
At that moment, much to Pichu's surprise, the footsteps seemed to start scrabling away from Pichu's bedside. He heard them reach the door and rush out, without closing the door. But this was not what really surprised the small pokemon. It was the fact that there seemed to be a very large amount of weight on his bedside.
Blinking, Pichu sat up in his bed, the blanket still hanging over his head. He reached over to his bedside to find the source of what was causing his bed to cave in. He stiffened. There was definately something there. It felt as if it was something like a very fat, stubby fingered hand.
Gasping in fear, the pokemon pulled the blanket off of his head and looked down to see exactly what it was that he had his hand on. He slowly looked down at his tiny paw and felt his eyes widen to the point where they could rival large dinner plates.
Pichu had indeed had his paw on top of a very fat, stubby hand. A hand that belonged to none other than Mario. The plumber had looked as if (to Pichu) that he was wasted and was looking for a new sex toy of somesort.
The pokemon could not hold his scream back any longer as this thought struck his mind. Pichu had let out an ear-piercing, high pitched scream that could have rivaled the sound of nails on a chalk board.
Pichu then leaped from his bed, frightened nearly to hell. By this time, Pikachu and Jigglypuff had awoken. Both just as frightened as Pichu. They looked around alarmingly and saw Pichu readying an electric attack. They both stared at the small pokemon and were about to ask what had happened, but instead, witnessed Pichu release a very powerful electrical surge of energy. Pikachu had noticed that the power of Pichu's electric attack seemed unusually stronger than normally. Pikachu shielded his eyes as he tried to call out his pre-evolved form. "Pichu! What are you doing?! You'll kill us all!"
However, Pichu did not seem to notice that Pikachu was yelling at him. He kept sending very large amounts of eletrical surges of energy towards Mario. Then finally, Pichu had worn hiself out. Drained of almost all of his energy, Pichufell over backwards into a boneless heap on the floor.
"Pichu!" Pikachu shouted as he rushed over to his pre-evolved form's aid. But he stopped dead in his tracks and saw a sight that he thought he'd never see. It was the sight of an electricuted and badly fried, limp Mario. Gasping, Pikachu jumped next to Mario and examined him. Mario had indeed been electricuted by the smell of the room and his clothes. He had also appeared to be badly beaten and bruised.
Pikachu was suddenly at a loss for words. It was obvious to him that there was only one explanation for this; Pichu had abused and electricuted Mario.
"Pikachu?"
Pikachu was snapped back to reality at the sound of Jigglypuff's voice. Pikachu turned to face a very dumbstruck Jigglypuff.
"Pichu... attacked Mario.... Badly." Pikachu said, not quite sure if he had actually just had to tell that to Jigglypuff.
Jigglypuff suddenly looked very shocked at what Pikachu had just said. "Pichu did this? But.... why?" She said, almost frightened half to death.
Pikachu was about to answer, but the sight of a recovering Pichu had taken his mind away from the answer to Jigglypuff's question. Pichu had blinked a few times before finally sitting up from the floor. He could barely see Pikachu and Jigglypuff through his blurred vision. He began to stand up all the way, Pichu let go of the standing before them. Both of them looked very disgusted. Pichu yelped.
'Oh great! I woke them up! Now I'm in for it!' Pichu thought to himself. He had technically shocked his "attacker" with so much power that he could have caused the whole planet to have a world wide blackout. Pichu had managed a nervous smile as he looked up at the pair. "Your probably wondering why I accidentally woke you guys up." He said in a rather nervous tone. "Its quite an interesting story. You see, I was laying in bed and-"
"You don't need to say anything else, Pichu. We know exactly what you did." Pikachu spat at his younger half. Pichu had seemed mildly surprised at this.
"You do?"
"Yes! How dare you do this to Mario?!" Jigglypuff shouted. Pichu's eyes widened as he realized what they were talking about.
"Hey! It was self-defense! Mario was trying to-"
"Bullshit, Pichu! We know that you attacked Mario! Your one of the many that hate his guts, as I am, but I never thought anyone would have the nerve to do THIS!" Pikachu snarled. "Especially you."
Pichu blinked a few times. He was a little surprised that Pikachu had learned the word "Bullshit". He looked at Mario. It was true that he hated Mario. The plumber had always refered to the tiny pokemon as "Small Fry" and "Self-shocking Titmouse" (Pichu usually found that name amusing, as a titmous was a type of songbird). It was mainly because Pichu was so small and was a baby pokemon. Pichu never really enjoyed being poked at for fun, but Mario had always managed to turn his good and triumphant days into depressing and gloomy ones.
Slowly, Pichu approached Mario. He wore a sad expression on his face. He did feel a little guilty for shocking Mario half to death, or so he thought it was only "half" to death. Sure he hated Mario, but as peace loving as the tiny pokemon was, Pichu just couldn't help feeling appologetic. He reached out and gently touched Mario's shoulder and shook it lightly. "I'm sorry, Mario. I didn't mean to shock you like that. You scared me and I just did the first thing I thought of in defense. Its an instinct. I didn't want to- I'm so sorry, Mario. Can you forgive me?"
As Pichu gently shook Mario's shoulder, he noticed that Mario didn't seem to respond to a word that he had said, nor did he respond to Pichu's gentle shaking. Pichu blinked. "Mario? Did you hear me?" He then put both of his tiny paws on Mario's shoulder and attempted to shake it harder. "Mario?"
Pikachu and Jigglypuff both watched Pichu attempt to get Mario out of what had appeared to be unconciousness. The two pokemon both glanced at each other and then glanced back at Pichu, who seemed to be getting more frustrated. Pichu was now shaking Mario's shoulder violently. "Com'on! Wake up! Stop scaring me! Please don't get me in trouble!"
Pikachu watched this as Pichu began to desperately plea for the "unconcious" plumber to wake up. He blinked and approach his frantic younger half. He looked at Mario's body. The plumber was completely motionless. Let alone Pichu's violent shoulder shaking. He seemed almost limp as his head rolled from side to side. Then something had instantly caught Pikachu's eye. Mario's clothes were soaked. His eyes widened as realization hit him. Somehow, Mario had gotten wet before he was shocked. Pikachu knew that electricity was conducted well in water. Since Mario was covered in soaked clothes, an electrical attack with rather high voltage could prove to be fatal. An electrical attack similar to the one that Pichu had used on Mario.
"Oh my God!" Pikachu shouted, snapping Pichu back to reality. The tiny pokemon froze his paws in place and turned his head towards Pikachu's. Jigglypuff's attention was also captured as she stared at Pikachu intently from the place she stod. Pikachu's expression was a wide-eyed shocked one as he slowly brought his head up to look at Pichu's confused expression. "You- He... killed... Mario's dead!"
The last words that the shocked Pikachu had stammered out had made Pichu go numb. Mario would not wake up because he was dead. It was his fault that this had happened. It was his fault that he had put his all into the last sudden attack. He was reonsible for this. He opened his mouth and let out a silent gasp. "I- I killed him? .... No... I killed Mario."
Pikachu's gaze never left Pichu's. Nor did Pikachu's expression change. He was ompletely in shock, but h had to admit to himself, he was impressed. He didn't think Pichu had it in him. Judging by Pichu's expression, however, he was not impressed. He was terrified. Pichu had never really hurt anyone this badly before. Nor had he ever killed anyone before. Let alone most of the bugs he stepped on, and he still felt a lot of guilt for himself and sympathy for the bugs. Pikachu blinked as his expression changed to a vacant one. He turned to face Pichu completely. "Pichu-"
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! DID YOU NOT THINK ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF ACTUALLY KILLING YOUR VICTIM?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MARIO?! YOUR A MONSTER, PICHU!" Jigglypuff yelled as Pikachu was interupted. Pikachu whirled and stared at Jigglypuff, who had puffed herself up, looking furious.
"Jigglypuff! Don't yell at him like that!" Pikachu shouted, in attempt to defend his pre-evolved form. Jigglypuff's eyes narrowed at Pikachu.
"Why shouldn't I?! For surely you agree with me that Pichu is a murdered! He deserves to suffer for what he did! He killed Mario! He should pay the price!" Shouted Jigglypuff. Though she had a glint of hope in her eyes as she stared at Pikachu. She was hoping that the pokemon would take her side.
"Hmph. Actually," Pikachu smirked as he turned to Pichu, who never looked back up. "I'm glad the stupid plumber is dead. I never liked him anyway. I'm proud of you, Pichu. That was one hell of an attack!" He chided excitedly, more to Pichu than Jigglypuff.
"WHAT?!" Jigglypuff shouted, angrily at the back of Pikchu's head. "Your proud of- of- THAT?!" She yelled as she pointed to Mario's body, thought Pikachu couldn't see her pointing.
"Of course I am. Who wouldn't be?" Pikachu said as he turned back to Jigglypuff, smirking. The puffball shot a death glare at her fellow pokemon.
"Me!" Pikachu scowled.
"Ya know, I'd expect that answer from someone who thinks that taking a bath in nothing but dish soap is disgusting!" Pikachu said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Jigglypuff winced at this. Hearing the words Dish Soap was not something she had been wanting to hear in a long time, as the words had always brought back a very bad memory of something that had happened to her not too long ago. She pushed away the flashback of the memory and kept her glare on Pikachu. "THAT DAMN STUFF IS HARD TO GET OFF AND ITS REALLY SLIMEY!!"
"Well, if you must know, I believe by killing Mario, Pichu did us all a favor. You should be thanking him." Pikachu snapped. Jigglypuff growled at this.
"Why should I be thanking someone who killed Mario?! I'd be thanking a murderer!"
Pichu, who had not really been paying attention to the argument between Pikachu and Jigglypuff, had suddenly flinched. He did not like the idea of being refered to as a murdered. Hell, he didn't even like death. He was afraid of it. He gasped and, surprisingly, smiled very wryly. "What are you talking about, Jigglypuff? Mario's not dead. He's just napping." Pichu spoke, for the first time since the beginning of Pikachu and Jigglypuff's argument.
This had caught the attention of both Pikachu and Jigglypuff. They both stared at Pichu, amazed at first by what he just said. Until they saw the smile on Pichu's face. Pikachu gave Pichu a sad look. "Pichu, he's dead. Jigglypuff and I watched you kill him."
"No, not true, Pikachu! He's napping! I'm sure of it!" For that moment, Pikachu thought that Pichu had lost it. The pre-evolved pokemon shook Mario's shoulder again. Pikachu sighed.
"Pichu..."
"No, no! I'm sure he's alive!"
"He's dead, damnit!"
No! Fat plumbers like Mario love to nap!"
"What do I have to do to get you to understand this?! Do I have to shock the shit out of you until you end up like Mario?!"
"Oh, Mario! Wakey wakey! Time for cakey!"
There was a sudden smashing noise that could have shaken the whole building. Pikachu had head butted Pichu, sending him into the wall. There was a gasp from Jigglypuff and a growl from Pikachu as he glared at Pichu. "Mario's dead! You killed him! We saw you do it! What's done is done! DEAL WITH IT!!!!"
Pichu blinked from his space in the wall. Pikachu's head butt really hurt. So did the fact that he would soon be known as a murdered. This would reflect on his self-image for the rest of his life. It was really something that he didn't want to specualte on. Slowly, Pichu rose from his space in the wall and said nervously, "Pikachu?"
Pikachu's expression changed to a confused on. "What is it, Pichu?" Pikachu asked softly.
Pichu sniffled. "When I get convicted for murder, you will come with me to the trial, right? You and Jigglypuff?"
Pikachu suddenly stiffened. "Trial? What trial?"
"You know, there's gonna be a trial on all of this." Pichu said quietly as he approached Pikachu, who was uspiciously uncomfortable about this. "People will want me to pay for what I've done. So there's most likely gonna be a huge trial." Pikachu's eyes widened at this. "And then the jury will find me guilty no matter what my plea is!" Pikachu started trembling by this time, causing Jigglypuff to eye him curiously. "The the judge will sentence me to death and they'll put me in the chair and they'll pull the lever and-"
"NOOOO!!!!" Pikachu yelled suddenly, startling Pichu and Jigglypuff, who both were now wide-eyed at Pikachu's sudden reaction to this.
The reason behind the scream had involved something in Pikachu's past. One night, his master, Ash Ketchum, came up drunk as a result of winning a pokemon match. The night had resulted in Misty having her face painted in permanent black marker with "Loser!" written across her forehead and badly drawn bug pokemon on her cheeks (which caused her to literally scream at her own reflection in the mirror), Tracey having a sketch book filled with nothing but nude chicks and Brock licking himself, Jessie of Team Rocket was wearing a very tight short cut dress and dog collar, and tied to Ash's tree in his back yard, Deliah Ketchum tied up next to the trash cans outside next to the mailbox, Professor Oak, wearing a very small pink tutu, a hungover May, sleeping next to the toilet, a missing Max, a burned down Pokemon Center, and a badly burned Brock.
After Officer Jenny had found a hungover Ash in bed with a lovestruck James, with a jealous Gary Oak outside their room, Ash was arrested for burning down the Pokemon Center. Being as hungover as he was, Ash blamed everything that happened on Pikachu, who was found hiding under the sink with a bottle of ketchup by his side. So Ash and Pikachu ended up standing by each other in court. After both pleaded not guilty and stated their sides of their story in what happened during that night, the pair was found guilty for arson and vandalism. They were both sentenced to doing a full month of community service. Pikachu got the pleasure of helping in the staff of a Nursing Home. Pikachu hated every minute of it, as he was the one who had to give out up to sixty sponge baths a day.
The electric mouse pokemon had to live through wrongful accusation and being punished for it. Now this has happened. Pichu wanted Pikachu to stand by him. The last time this happened, Pikachu was punished for doing absolutely nothing except sitting in a cabinet under a sink enjoying a nice bottle of ketchup. He sure as hell did not want it to happen again. Now that this situation had arisen, the thought that he could possibly be blamed for this had never occured to him, until now. Pikachu knew that he would most likely be blamed for killing Mario.
No. He would be blamed for killing Mario. It was never an everyday routine to see Pichu shock someone to hell byt the human eye. Pichu was barely capable of that kind of power. At least not while anyone was around, which was currenlty annoying Pikachu to no end. Pikachu , on the other hand, had great potential to shock the shit out of anyone at will. Even without being pissed off. People would instantly belive that Pikachu was the real culprit behind all of this and tried to cover it up by pinning it on Pichu, the real culprit. If he stated his entire situation in his own words, no one would ever believe him. Pichu was too weak to anyone's eye to generate that type of power. In this case, Pikachu was going to be the unlucky one. Not Pichu.
"NO! NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!" Pikachu shouted, which earned him stupid looks from Jigglypuff and Pichu. Pikachu quickly rushed toward Pichu and placed his paws on Pichu's shoulders. "Pichu, we've got to wake Mario up! NOW!"
Pichu blinked. "But Pikachu, he won't wake-"
"Yes he will!"
"You said it yourself. He's-"
"NOT DEAD! He's only sleeping!" Pikachu said, grinning like an insane idiot. By now, Pichu and Jigglypuff had become a bit scared by Pikachu's outburst. Pichu had placed a paw on Pikachu's shoulder.
"Pikachu, he's-"
"Sleeping, damnit!"
"You said-"
"Your absolutely right! He's napping!"
"Pikachu-"
"Fat plumbers DO love to nap!"
"PIKACHU! MARIO'S DEAD!"
"No he's not!"
"You said it yourself! I killed him!" Pichu yelled. Pikachu, who was still frantically trying to convince Pichu that Mario could be saved. It was then that Jigglypuff had decided to speak up.
"Pichu's right. You did say it yourself. He did kill-"
"Shut up, Jigglypuff!" Pikachu roared. His look had changed into a serious one as he growled at his past thoughts. "Listen, if you think I'm going back into a court room, then your both fucking crazy! Last time I did, I got sentenced to community service for doing nothing but EATING KETCHUP! And its all Ash's fault!" By now, electical sparks had began sparking in Pikachu's electrical sacks as his anger seemed to be growing by the second. "I'm not going through that again! I'd rather go to hell!"
Pichu and Jigglypuff remained in their states of confusion and shock (due to the many words that Pikachu knew). Jigglypuff had opened her mouth to say something, but Pikachu had suddenly turned to face her with the same serious look on his face. "Look, unless you want to end up in the slammer with me, then you'll help me out here." Pikachu said sternly. It was then that Jigglypuff had started glaring at her fellow pokemon.
"Why should I?! What makes you think I'll be joining you in this?!" Jigglypuff snapped. "Bsides, creatures like you deserve what you get for killing."
"You don't get it, do you Jigglypuff?" Pikachu said. "I'll be accused of this and they'll let Pichu go because my electric attacks are way stronger than Pichu'll ever be. They'll think I'm trying to pin all of this on Pichu, the one who really did this!" It was then that Pikachu smirked. "And you, Jigglypuff, won't be let off easily. Just what makes you think that your not going to get blamed for any of this as well? 'Cause either way, all three of us are going to be screwed."
Jigglypuff blinked. "Why me?! I didn't do anything!"
"Really? That got me far." Pikachu said with obvious sarcasm. "I could say that you planned this and forced me and Pichu to do all of your dirty work under the penalty of death by burning at that stake. That sound good enough?"
"What?! But that's all a bunch of lies!"
"It won't be when I show them that little picture you drew of you setting fire to Mario on that one day. I could make it look like you've admired him all these years, while in truth, under that mask of admiration, you actually hated that fat bastard's guts!"
"No! You know its not true! You'll never get away with that! Even if you tried, I'll deny every bit of it!"
"Which is exactly why you'll be joining me. How do you think Ash and I ended up in jail in the first place? the jury won't buy a word that you say!"
"They will if I'm telling the truth!"
"No they won't. They'll still think your lying and make you work to pay off your debts anyways!"
"Okay, fine! I'll just find a way to sue once I'm done working!"
At this, Pikachu's smirk had widened. "You won't last long enough to do so. You'll be too traumatized by doing community service in a nursing home to do so."
"Huh? What makes you say that?"
Pikachu let out a small laugh. "Because the staff there treats you like shit and you can't do hardly anything fun at all."
Jigglypuff growled. "Enough with your fancy words! Emphasis on fancy! If I can survive being trapped in a room full of Mario's dirty socks then I can survive community service in a nursing home!"
Dramatic silence had suddenly taken place. Pichu, not liking the silence, shuffled his tiny feet uncomfortably next to Pikachu, who was still smirking at Jigglypuff. The tiny pokemon had taken a lot of interest in this little argument between Pikachu and Jigglypuff and had almost forgotten that he was the cause of all of this. Then Pikachu broke the silence, sounding dramatic himself. "They make you take baths in contaminated water before you start working."
It was Jifflypuff's turn to growl. This was getting quite annoying for her liking. "So!?"
Another round of silence had taken place. Before Pikachu had finally said, "And they make you use..... dish soap."
Suddenly, Jigglypuff's eyes widened. Dish Soap. It was something that Jifflypuff had feared ever since the day that she was teased about for "accidentally" being pushed into a mud puddle by him. He had volunteered to help clean Jifflypuff up, which she frantically protested against it. He, however, insisted on helping. So he took the protesting pokemon into the kitchen and then said that he didn't feel like cleaning. So he just poured a full bottle of Sun Light Lemon Citrus Burts hand dishwashing liquid into the dishwasher and shoved Jigglypuff in it. He shut the door to the dishwasher and turned it on. It was almost a full day until Ness came to get a glass out of the dishwasher and found a soap and sud covered Jigglypuff, stuck in the dishwasher. Afterwards, it took Jigglypuff several hours before she was sucessfully able to remove every last bit of the liquidy substance form her fur. From that day on, Jigglypuff had taken in a secret disliking for him (hence the reason how the picture that Pikachu spoke of earlier was drawn). He had done something to her that she could never forgive him for. The person was none other than the most hated himself, Mario.
Rage had seemed to be the only thing that was running through the puffball's mind. Aside from vengence. Before realizing what she was doing, Jifflypuff suddenly found herself charging at the fallen plumber, screaming wildly. She then threw her puffy fist into Mario's stomach before she jumped on it and began to violently kick and punch wherever possible (mostly Mario's crotch).
Pikachu and Pichu were both watching Jigglypuff's every move with wide eyes. After almost a minute of watching Jigglypuff trying to pound the fat plumber to hell and back, Pichu piped up at Pikachu. "Hey Pikachu, I think I may be a little naive, but I don't think Jigglypuff's revive Mario the right way." The he blinked at his own words. "Whatever that is."
It was Pikachu's turn to blink. Pichu was right. If attempting to recussitate Mario by beating the shit out of him was Jigglypuff's idea of revival then it definately wasn't a very good one. If anything, she was only making the situation worse by beating on Mario's neck. This wasn't the way to settle this. Pikachu decided that it was time to step in. He made a mad dash to the angry Jigglypuff and completely defenseless Mario. He siezed Jigglypuff's fist before she roughly punched Mario's neck again.
"Jigglypuff stop!" Pikachu shouted at the angry balloon pokemon, who stared at Pikachu in shock and confusion. "Your too damn weak!" He yelled as he hurled Jigglypuff to the ground by her puffy paw.
Pikachu had taken Jigglypuff's place on Mario's stomach and began to headbutt, kick, punch, you name it. His attacks seemed to be much stronger than Jigglypuff's, as many cracks were heard in various parts of Mario's body. "Com'on! Wake your ass up! You pudgy assed fat bastard! WAKE UP!"
Jigglypuff and Pichu both watched the entire fight in shock. Both were shocked at the pent up rage that Pikachu seemed to have and the amount of new words that he had learned. However, despite the amount of damage done, Pikachu had so far been unsucessful in his recussitation plan.
Pichu stared sadly at Pikachu desperately attempting to bring Mario back. "Pikachu, give it up. Its no use. He's been through too much to come back now."
Pikachu, panting hard, stopped his fighting and looked up at his younger half. "Its not quite over yet, Pichu." He jumped off of Mario and chuckled, startling Pichu and Jigglypuff. "There's one more think that we haven't tried."
Pichu and Jigglypuff didn't need to ask just what that thing was. It wasn't hard to tell what was about to happen next, as a large amount of electical sparks had began sparking on Pikachu's red a electrical sacks on his cheeks. Pichu let out a startled gasp. "Pikachu, don't! That's exactly how I-"
But it was too late for Pichu to finish his warning. Pikachu had suddenly released a very large amout of electrical energy that was the attack of Thunder Wave. The attack had struck Mario and began to violently shake his body continuously. Pichu and Jigglypuff's pleas for Pikachu to stop went unheard as Pikachu continued to release very large amounts of electricity. But it was not the fact that such an attack like this could not only drain Pikachu's energy and badly paralyze or kill the victim. It was the fact that Pikachu's attack was big enough to hit everyone in the room. In a way, not only was Pikachu's attack making things worse for Mario, but Pichu and Jigglypuff were also experiencing the first hand effects of Thunder Wave.
After attacking Mario's body with an electrical attack that was twice as strong as Pichu's attack was, Pikachu collapsed in completely boneless heap onto the floor. He had now became extremely exhausted that he had not even noticed that Pichu and Jigglypuff were also on the floor as a result of Thunder Wave. The only thing on his mind now was rest. However, he did not want to rest. He refused. He would not go to sleep now. Not while this was going on.
After what seemed like five minutes of eye resting, thirty minutes had passed after Pikachu had recovered enough energy to stand up again. He saw Jigglypuff and Pichu still on the floor, wide eyed. Pikachu blinked. "You guys feeling alright?"
Pichu and Jigglypuff both shot sideway glares at Pikachu. "Oh yeah, feel great." Jigglypuff said, sarcasm in her voice.
"Oh good then." Pikachu said, not catching Jigglypuff's sarcasm. He then walked over to Mario and looked at his body. Mario had seemed much worse than what he had before. Pikachu had only poked Mario's eye once before gasping. "No! My attack didn't work! Mario's dead!"
Jigglypuff rolled her eyes. "Really? When'd you figure out, Captain Obvious?"
Pikachu growled and whirled at Jigglypuff. "Damnit, Jigglypuff! You should know! Your the one who practically broke his neck!" He snapped. Jigglypuff stood, glaring at Pikachu.
"Me?! Your the one who said I wasn't doing it right! And if I heard correct, your the one who managed to crack every bone in his body!" Jigglypuff snapped back. Pikachu blinked in shock.
"But-" Pikachu looked around desperately for an excuse to fight back. "Pichu! He killed Mario first!"
Pichu sat up from his place on the floor and looked at the pair. "Wait guys! We don't know if Mario was actually dead the first time I attacked him, or when Jigglypuff attacked, or when Pikachu attacked. So the real murderer could actually be one or all of us." He said grimly. Jigglypuff gasped.
"No! There's no way I'm going to do community service! I refuse to shower in dish soap before doing anything!" Pikachu's eyes widened.
"I ain't going back to court NOW!" He stated. Pichu looked at his older half in despair.
"I don't want to go to court alone. And no matter what we say or do, we'll all probably get blamed for this." He gulped. "And we all agree that we don't want to go through any of that mess. So what are we gonna do?"
Jigglypuff looked at Pikachu. The look on her face asking the same uestion for her. Pikachu placed a paw up to his chin and began to contemplate. "Well, we have one of two options." Jigglypuff piped up.
"Go on."
Pikachu sighed. "We could either grab our valuables and move our asses to Mexico. Or-"Pichu and Jigglypuff leaned forward toward Pikachu intently, waiting for the next option. "we get rid of the body and make it look like someone else did this."
To Be Continued....
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Chapter 4: 2:20 a.m.
-Mewtwo has been thought to be the most powerful pokemon known to all who knew him. He is the most ruthless of the four pokemon in Super Smash Bros. So everyone would think that he could easily murder the most hated of of all and get away with it. Right? What if he has no idea what the hell was going on? What if he doesn't know what to do?
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