Disclaimer: I don't own Super Smash Bros Melee, Cheezy Poofs, Dragonball GT (you'll see why at the end of the fic, possibly will have more to do with this in an upcoming chapter), or anything that may seem strange in this fic.
Okay, delays are entirely my fault. I had no time to write or type. Now that I have time now, more work will be done. Hopefully. More importantly MVC2 will also get worked on. Not to mention most of the other one shots that I'm currently working on. So anyway, more insanity will come eventually. Stay put until then.
Warning! If you absolutely love Mario, then don't read this! There is extreme Mario bashing in this!
IMPLIED YAOI IS ALSO IN THIS! BEWARE!!
I Killed Mario...
By: Zorra Lombardi
Chapter 4 : 2:20 a.m.
The early morning hours. At this time it would be rather difficult to find anyone out of bed. Everyone had now been asleep for a small few hours. All of them were peacefully dreaming up sweet dreams (nightmares to the ones who watched horror movies on TV before going to bed). It was also very silent around the building during this time as well. No one was yelling at one another, punching their walls, laughing their asses off, or running and screaming up and down the halls. All was quiet. Everyone was off in their own little slumber. Comfortably tucked into their soft and warm beds (let alone Ness, who is currently sleepwalking in the hallways). However, this was not the case for three pokemon and a certain dead body.
"Argh! Damnit! Why does this asshole have to be such a fat bastard?!" Pikachu growled as he, Pichu, and Jigglypuff pushed Mario's dead body as quickly as they could down the hall. So far, the trio had only managed to make it outside the doorway to their own room.
"Pikachu! Lay off on the famous words! They make you look indecent!" Jigglypuff snapped as she gave Mario's side another shove. "Don't you ever stop to think about the fact that little Pichu is with us?!"
"'Little'?!" Pichu yelled as he glared at Jigglypuff. "Hey! Don't YOU ever stop to think that if I can manage to kill Mario in one attack then I should deserve the right NOT to be known as LITTLE?!" Jigglypuff returned the glare.
"Pichu, your still little in my eyes. Your still learning a lot of new things about this world that can be very important to you in your future. And Pikachu is not helping out any by setting a bad example with all of his big fancy wor-"
"And your setting a bad example by not pushing Mario's cold, dead, fat ass. So get to helping or else Pichu and I will blame everything on you!" Pikachu said as he continued to give a good shove to Mario's side.
It was then that Jigglypuff let out a very audible growl. She fiercly glared in Pikachu's direction as she stepped away from Mario's lifeless body. "I'M setting a bad example?! Pikachu, it's bad enough that one of us has already killed Mario and we have NO clue as to who it actually was! Now, here we are, attempting to get rid of a dead body and get away with murder!"
Pikachu just looked at Jigglypuff stupidly. "So?"
Jigglypuff now had so much anger directed toward the electric mouse pokemon that you could have sworn that she was about to explode by how much she had puffed herself up. "HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING OUT A YOUNG POKEMON'S FUTURE?!"
Pikachu stayed in his place, blinking stupidly at the now oversized balloon pokemon. He didn't even think about opening his mouth to reply. He was actually finding this situation to be quite interesting. Jigglypuff had never really been this angry before. Let alone the little conflict between her and Mario. Pikachu was then snapped out of his train of thoughts when he heard the sound of Pichu's voice.
"So, who are we going to leave the body with, Pikachu?" Pichu asked as if nothing had happened at all. Pikachu looked down at his younger half and smirked, which caused Jigglypuff's eyes to go wide.
"Don't you worry about that, Pichu." Pikachu said, while shooting a mischievous glance at Jigglypuff. "I know just the bitch to ditch this fat ass with."
Pichu nodded in acknowlegdement. Then another question came to mind. "But Pikachu, how're we gonna get the door open? We're all too small to reach the door knob."
"Well, two of us could stand on one another. It will most likely be me and Jigglypuff since we're a little taller. The one on the bottom can stand on Mario's fat ass to help out, while the other stands on the bottom one's shoulders. You'll wait at the bottom by the door. Once we turn the door know, you push the door open and we'll all take it from there." Pikachu said, not hesitating his answer.
As Pikachu and Pichu continued to inch Mario's body down the hallway, Jigglypuff remained frozen in place in shock. She had just flat out been ignored by her friends. "DID YOU GUYS HEAR A WORD THAT I'VE SAID?!" She yelled in question. Jigglypuff had expected Pikachu to answer, but instead, got an answer from Pichu.
"We heard you, Jigglypuff. We're just sick of listening to you. What your saying is actually nothing but a bunch of meaningless shit to both of us after we've heard it for about what seems like the thousandth time." Pichu said as he and Pikachu, who conciously nodded in agreement, continued to shove Mario down the hall. Neither of them looked at the balloon pokemon.
Jigglypuff, who was now beyone total shock, stared at Pikachu and Pichu's backsides in disbelief. She couldn't believe this. Pikachu now had Pichu saying the 'fancy' words. Pichu was too young to know THIS much from Pikachu. Jigglypuff had now puffed up heavily out of anger that anyone could have sworn that she was about to blow. "All right! That does it! Pichu, I don't want you around Pikachu anymore! It's obvious that he is not the best example in the world anymore and I won't stand for it any longer!" She roared and siezed Pichu's paw. "Com'on, we're leaving! Pikachu can finish this himself!"
Pikachu growled and whirled at Jigglypuff. "You listen to me, you fat ball of lard! Pichu is what he is and there's nothing you can do about it!"
"He's too young to be learning like this! Especially when he's learning almost everything from you!" Jigglypuff snarled. "Not to mention the fact that getting rid of a dead IS NOT HELPING!"
"Jigglypuff, it's his life! Let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do with it!" Pikachu snarled back.
"Pikachu, if you say another one of those words in front of Pichu again, I swear, I'll-"
"AAH! Guys! Look!" Pichu squeeked alarmingly as he pointed to the four-way in the hall. A dark figure was slowly making it's way into view. It was Ness, who had emerged from behind one of the corners. He began to walk towards the trio.
Pikachu and Jigglypuff, who were almost at each other's throats, had both quickly went from anger to panic sticken. Jigglypuff looked more distraught than Pikachu, however. She knew she was the one, who more than likely, woke Ness up, which led him to this hallway to find the source of the noise to beat the living shit out of it. Now, they were about to get caught and it was all her fault.
All three pokemon stayed frozen in place as Ness slowly approached them. They did not move until the boy simply walked by. Not once casting a single glance at the stiff trio. Ness just proceeded down the hall and turned a corner and was officially out of sight.
After this little moment of panic, Pichu was the first to move. He blinked and sighed in relief and turned to face Pikachu and Jigglypuff. The tiny pokemon's eyes widened in amusement at the sight that he was faced with. Pikachu and Jigglypuff were holding each other (unconciously by the looks of this). Both still in shock from the brief confrontation with Ness. Pichu seriously doubted that either of them were conciously aware of their currently strange actions. Given that the situation as of now seemed very much awkward. Deciding to snap the pair back to reality, Pichu finally spoke. "Uh... That was a close one. Wouldn't you guys say?"
It was then that Pikachu and Jigglypuff finally blinked after a long while. They looked around in different directions before their eyes met. They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds until they finally realized what they were doing. As soon as they registered the fact that they were holding each other, they both shrieked and jumped away from each other. Both letting out a very distinct "Eugh!"
Pikachu, looking as if he had just been soiled for life, looked over at Jigglypuff in shock. "Hey! You were... touching me... you-"
"OBSCENE PERVERT! HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR FILTHY PAWS ON ME!" Jigglypuff angrily roared. Pikachu blinked. He didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence, which was not going to turn into an insult. Now, the tables turned for him. So now the name and blame game was on.
"What?! You grabbed me. You disgusting ball of lint!"
"NO! I would never grab someone like YOU! I'm not perverted unlike some of us! Namely YOU, rat head!"
"Me?! I'd rather die a slow death before becoming perverted enough to touch YOU, blubber ball!
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"
"SHUT UP!!!!" Pichu shouted. Not wanting this to continue. This was not the way the current situation at hand was to be handled. In fact, this wasted time. They needed to get rid of the only thing left of Mario before they were caught for sure. Pichu glared at the two. "I won't stand to hear this anymore! You guys are always arguing over something stupid! Half of the time it's over crumbs that fell from a Cheezy Poof box! And you have no idea just how stupid it is!"
Pikachu and Jigglypuff blinked. It was their turn to be amazed. It was very unusual for Pichu to have an outburst like this. So this was considered a priceless moment for the two pokemon. They kept staring in amusement as Pichu continued in his rant. "You guys argue over th emost idiotic things! Everything from Poke-chow to whoever has to sit in the high chair instead of the booster seat at the dinner table! And now your just arguing over who touched who! It's really annoying! Do you guys even realize that all your doing is wasting a lot of time because you guys like flirt with each other?!"
The two pokemon blinked again and briefly exchanged shocked glances before Pikachu decided to reply. "Uh-"
"Of course you don't! You guys are too busy fighting or flirting! Do you also realize that we could still get caught?!" Pichu yelled, interupting a still shocked Pikachu. Jigglypuff was the next to attempt to reply.
"Um..."
"No! You guys don't realize any of this! Well, I, for one, do not want to get caught! So unless your through arguing get over here and help me move this fat ass!" Pichu stated as he whirled and befan to shove Mario very slowly down the hall.
Pikchu, who ws still shocked out of his mind, was the first to snap out of his dumbstricken state. Registering what Pichu had just said, Pikachu nodded to Pichu's back and rushed over to his side and began to help his pre-evolved form. This caused Jigglypuff to blink more. Her shock had quickly transformed back into anger as she watched the two mouse pokemon push Mario's dead body down the hall. "Fine, you guys do what you want! I'm not taking anymore part in this! It's bad enough that Pichu now follows Pikachu's examples! I refuse to do the same!" She crossed her tiny arms and turned her back to theirs. "And there is no way that either of you will get me to changed my mind!"
Pikachu and Pichu seemed to ignore her at first as they continued to shove Mario to his near destination. Jigglypuff kept her back to the two pokemon. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Pikachu finally sighed and spoke up without turning back to Jigglypuff.
"Unless you want to take baths in dish soap in jail, you'd better get your fat ass over here and help."
(1)"Mommy! Gannondorf stole my Falcon Flyer!"
(2)"Feel my wrath, Peach! Who are you to say that you are prettier than I?!"
(3)"Beep beep beep!"
(4)"Falco, no! Please, put the spoon down and let's talk over our problems. There are other ways to settle this!"
(5)"Mmm... Fox. You taste so damn good. Give me more."
(6)"Die world!"
(7)"I'm too sexy for my tunic! I'm too sexy for my tunic!"
(8)"Com'on, Marth. I know that even you've got to admit that I'm deadly sexy."
[If anyone can guess correctly who says what in these last few lines, the next chapter will be for them! BTW, you may need to think of yaoi on 5. Bwahahaha!]
Dreams. The nightly visions of sleep. Some intended to be seen. Some beyond control. Some dreamless. Half of the time, most people just didn't even dream at all. However, for some of the people who occupy this building, it seemed that nearly all of it's inhabitants dwell on dreams. Hence the explanation as to why some of them rank from insane to dumb. Very few of the members of the Super Smash crew were book smart nor intelligent. In fact, sixty-five percent of them were highly dim-witted.
"Hmph. Pathetic beings."
Mewtwo, who was in a deep state of meditation, had the privilege of looking into the dreams of others. While in meditation, his psycic abilities allowed him to pick up on brain waves of the ones that were nearby. This enabled him to peer into their dreams. To him, this was a treat. Seeing what some people could dream up was very amusing as none had ever lived up to the dreams that they saw in their heads.
However, most of Mewtwo's nightly looks into dreams were not worthy of his time. Almost every single night he would do this. He would peer into another's dreams. Most of the time, no one had a new dream. It would be the same exact thing that was seen the night before.
Take for example: Marth's current dream. The one that he's been having for the past week.
Marth had suddenly found himself standing in an odd place. It had somewhat resembled the look in a common everyday mall. Nothing had separated it from today's mall. Even the escalators were present. However, other things were also present as well. Out of business stores, two long narrow tables, various trees to his right, glass double-doors leading outside to his left.
The swordsman blinked. Deciding to take the time to observe his surroundings, he looked around. It was clear to him that this was now your everyday public place to always come and go. Though, his mind did not seem to register this as a known fact. Marth had actually not been bothered by this bizarre scenario.
After taking in the view of the scenery, Marth had walked over to one of the tables and looked down upon the one before him. The table was eerily clean with nothing on it. It smelled strongly of an orange air freshener. He blinked at this and looked up from the table. Something new had caught his eye, which was standing on the opposite side of the table from where Marth was. Roy.
Roy's presence would not be so intruiging to Marth if it weren't for the current expression that he was wearing. Roy was giving Marth a very unusual one at that. He looked as if he wore an expression that was a mixture between anger and sorrow. He was glaring forcefully at him and looked if he were ready to jump the table and start beating Marth into a bloody heap. Although, Marth had seen otherwise from his vantage point. He could practically see a very small, but noticable, hint of pain and anguish by first glance at his face. And something deep within Marth told him that Roy's eyes were beginning to show more than just small slits from anger.
Marth raised an eyebrow. This little situation was very strange. The last time something like this had happened was when Marth had mentioned something about being Zelda's partner in a multi-man melee team battle against Roy, who was stuck as Mr. Game and Watch's partner.
Silence had been upon the two swordsman the whole time. Marth, who had never been one to find silence very comforting, decided to take the time to pry. "Something wrong, Roy?"
Almost on reflex at the sound of Marth's voice, Roy had jumped the table and found himself standing next to Marth, locking eyes with the dumbfounded swordsman. Roy kept his very unusual look the entire time while Marth began to blink stupidly. Roy had suddenly done the one thing Marth was definately not expecting. He put an arm around Marth's shoulders.
Marth's eyes became beyond wise as he quickly registered this new, strange action of Roy's. He was near panic. Marth was not used to this type of contact. Especially if the contact he was recieving was coming from Roy. The odd thing about this was that Marth had made no move to get away from this. This was all becoming very confusing to him. "Uh.... Roy?"
Roy didn't seem to notice anything that Marth had just said. In fact, he wasn't interested in any of Marth's words. He was only interested in one thing and he would do anything to get it. He gave a small sigh before leaning in closer to the blue haired swordsman. "Marth, I have to tell you something."
Now was the time for Marth to really start to panic. Roy had never wanted to tell Marth something in a way like this. If this were to ever happen, it signaled that Roy was either close to killing Marth or making himself into an idiot. Not feeling comfortable in the least, Marth made a move to run away. However, this proved to be impossible. In the midst of all of this, Marth had forgotten how to move.
The point where Marth had finally realized that he had suddenly lost the ability to speak as well was when Roy had spoke once again. "Marth, I really love you." He spoke gently. "I've loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I love you more than you can ever imagine. I want to be with you. Forever." By now, oddly, tears were streaming down Roy's face as he kept his eyes locked with Marth's.
Marth, who was now shocked out of his mind, felt his eyes widen to the point where they could almost rival Peach's fine china that she kept in the kitchen. Roy, of all people, was confessing his love for him, Marth, a prince of Altea. [I'm not sure if that's right or not. I'll look into this and change it if it's inaccurate.] Marth felt like taking his own sword and shoving directly through his chest. If this were Zelda, however, he would be shocked, but he would still have no problem in dealing with this. As Marth had always had a bit of a crush on Zelda. But this was Roy. The one somewhere near close to being his worst nightmare. This being a fact as he had awoken one morning with the tip of Roy's sword in his face as a result of finding toothpaste that Marth had put into Roy's hair when he fell asleep the night before out of boredom.
The blue haired swordsman wished with all his life for the ability to move again. Let alone his ability for speech. He opened his mouth to calmly say something about this. Hoping to keep Roy calm and sane, Marth had prepared to tell Roy that he only like him as a best friend and nothing more. "Roy... I- Uh.... Love you too." Though shocked by his own words, Marth did not register any panic. It was very clear to him that the words did not come out right at all. It was not what Marth meant to say. He felt betrayed by his own self. Deep within, he wanted to kill himself for this. How dare he betray himself like this.
Before Marth could get a chance to protest, he had suddenly found himself locking lips with Roy in a very chaste kiss. Even though his mind was screaming obscenities, Marth closed his eyes and melted into the kiss that he was enjoying.
Mewtwo smirked. Even in the fourth time he's seen it, he still found amusement in Marth's dream. It was even more amusing to know that the love within this dream only lasted for one night.
The psycic pokemon had finally cleared his mind. Having seen enough of the dreams that had seemed rather pathetic to him, Mewtwo had decided that it was time to get some rest.
Before Mewtwo could bring himself out of meditation, he picked up on a wandering presence. Four of them in fact. One of them he recognized as Ness as he had always picked up on his wandering presence every other night. The other three were unidentifyable. And they were approaching his door. In fact, they were right outside. Attempting to open the door. It was then that he picked up on the sounds of their voices through his mind.
"Com'on, hurry up! Your not as light weighted as you look, ya know!"
"Shut up, puff head! Quit moving around and I'll get the door knob."
"I can't help it! If I stay still I'll sink into fat boy's fat!"
This seemed very strange. There were definately three of them for sure. And judging by their complaints, they were small. It was most likely that they were standing on one another to get to the doorknob. And they sounded suspiciously familiar in voices, but Mewtwo couldn't correctly identify who they were exactly. However, he kept the fact in his mind that they sounded suspiciously familiar.
"Hey, big me! You want me to climb up there and get it for you?"
"Nah. Don't worry. Puff momma and I can handle this. Just wait down there by the door. Remember, once get the knob turned you push the door open. Try to make as little noise as possible."
"Gotcha."
Interesting. So the three of them were working together (he picked up on this once he picked up on the one known as Puff Momma, who growled in annoyance. Clearly not liking the name). Now, there was something more to figure out than just their identities. What exactly was their motive here?
The sounds of a moving door knob were suddenly heard. This signaled that one of the three had managed to reach the door knob. This was immediately followed by a slow creaking sound that was an opening door.
"Hey! Not so loud!"
"Sorry. This door's more noisy than I thought it would be. This guy needs to oil it!"
Once the door had seemed fully open the three began shuffling around until they stopped for a brief moment. Then they began to slowly drag something into the room Something heavy in fact. It was something Mewtwo couldn't quite pick up on. Whatever it was, it wasn't a live creature of any sort.
This went on continuously until one of the three had somehow managed to knock something to the floor, causing the object to shatter loudly. Mewtwo, who had stayed in his meditation state, picked up on the surges of panic within all three of the intruders.
"Aw, shit! Way to go little me!"
"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I couldn't see-"
"If I hear another one of those words-"
"Shut up and run before Mewtwo wakes up and blows us all to hell!"
The sounds of fast moving feet quickly rushed to the door. Once the three intruders were out the door, one of them slammed the door closed, which caused one to curse at the door slammer and one to scold the curser.
It was then that Mewtwo took the time to finally come out of his meditation. He opened his eyes and inspected his dark room. There had seemed to be no signs of tresspassing. However, he did find the item that had shattered to pieces. He drifted over to the broken article and scowled at the pieces as recognized what it held inside of it. "So much for my Azaleas."
The psycic pokemon made a move to clean up the mess with his mind. Until an odd huge lump on the floor caught his eye. Being the most cleanly in bad habits, Mewtwo growled at the lump on the floor. "Damn intruders! I shouldn't known! Their motive was to mock my cleaning habits by turning my room into a dump!" His eyes began to glow a bright purple. "Well, I'll show them!" Mewtwo began to glow in psycic energy. "I won't clean this mess. I'll destroy it!"
Once Mewtwo had finished gethering his energy up, he formed it into a ball in between his hands. He was going to destroy the garbage on his floor by blasting a shadow ball at it. He gathered the required amount of energy that would be used for a single attack that would stun an enemy in battle. Grinning evily, he continued to gather energy. He would not stop there. He wanted the filth out of his room entirely.
The amount of energy that was now present in his hands was enough to blow a huge hole through twelve floors. However, this fact did not seem to concern Mewtwo. As long as the trash was out of his sight, he could care less if he were to kill someone in the process.
Now satisfied with his shadow ball in the size that it was, he smirked and quickly threw it at the large lump on the floor and watched the impact. There was a brief explosion before the large lump was heard falling through the floor twice. When the smoke from the explosion cleared, Mewtwo smiled triumphantly at the large hole in the floor.
Mewtwo drifted to the hole. He was clearly proud of the amount of damage that he had caused. Suddenly, he frowned. The thought about one thing was getting the best of his curious side. He heard the garbage fall trhough two floors. His room was on the first floor (the top floors all had the arenas on each of them) with the rest. The next floor down was the basement. So what was the deal with the next floor after that?
Reluctantly, Mewtwo moved over to the hole and then drifted downwards into the hole. He passed through the basement and noticed that he had managed to completely destroy Captain Falcon's section of the basement (which had consisted of various pictures of himself and his Falcon Flyer). Mewtwo became very pleased with this as Captain Falcon's section was becoming an eye sore.
Once he was through the basement, Mewtwo looked around from side to side. His eyes had widened at what he had seen. He let out a small gasp. The whole area that he was in was filled with numerous skeletons and beer bottles (some of which were stuck in the skeletal remains). It was then that Mewtwo got a very sick feeling that this entire building was built on top of some sort of graveyard. As he was looking around the area, something interesting had caught his eye. It was a plate. A sign that was hanging from a certain skeleton's chest. A large sign in fact. Mewtwo gave the sign a funny look once he had read it.
All who step in here alive will have bad luck the instant they think about leaving. Beware!
Mewtwo laughed at this. Bad luck? Him? Hardly. A sign would not simply tell him that he has bad luck. No one could, without suffering a very painful session of mind torture. He never really paid any attention to signs anyway. Everytime he did, however, he would always find them to be more amusing rather than helpful. Especially when some were missing letters. For example: BIG BASS LANDING NEXT RIGHT. Now, subtract the B from Bass. Here's what you'll end up with: BIG ASS LANDING NEXT RIGHT.
The psycic pokemon sighed. He figured that now would be the time to leave. He took one last glance around the graveyard before he began to move upwards. However, he ceased this immediately when something familiar had caught his eye. In fact, it was almost a sight that you couldn't miss. It was the garbage that he thought he destroyed. Now that he could actually see it, it was indeed a fat lump. However, as he examined it more, he saw that there was more to it. It had red overalls and a blue sweatshirt. And Mewtwo got the feeling that it also had brown hair and shoes. He got another very sick feeling when he found that it was wearing a red hat and he recognized the fact that whatever this was, it was laying on it's stomach and wearing clothes.
Slowly, Mewtwo reached down and grabbed what appeared to be the object's shoulder. He pulled it back and flipped the object onto it's back. It was then that Mewtwo let out a very shocked gasp. This was not trash that he had just destroyed. It was Mario.
"Oh no. The intruders must have left him in my room, unconcious. And I assumed it was garbage.... And I killed him." He swallowed heavily before chocking out the next few words. "I killed Mario..."
Mewtwo knew of everyone's growing hatred for the fat and obnoxious plumber, who had always reminded everyone every day that he was the boss and always would be. Mewtwo had always found Mario to be very self-centered and egotistical. All he ever did was make the lives of others more miserable. He taunted those who were weaker than he was. Most of all, Mario had also taunted the ones who were stronger than he was. Mewtwo was a perfect example of this. Almost daily, Mario would send him an odd remark and call him by his most despized pet name that always made his genetic blood boil at the thought of it. Kitty. Half of the time, Mewtwo would be tempted to send Mario out the window using his mind when he made fun of him in front of everyone he knew. This made Mewtwo a part of many in a group of people who highly disliked Mario. He wanted nothing more than to see Mario lying on his cold, dead ass.
Now that he's seen what he's always wanted to see, Mewtwo found it to be very hard to accept the fact that Mario actually was laying on his cold, dead ass as a result of his own attack. If someone were to discover this and tell others, the local authorities would be on his ass faster than he could blink. He was already on probation for threatening to turn Mario into a human candle (being the baby that he was, Mario went and squeeled to the police). The authorities thought Mario's little story about this was a bunch of nonsense. However, action was taken on it anyway for Mario's protection. If Mewtwo were to be caught for this, he would have to spend a month in some scientific laboratory, having his destructive powers removed.
Mewtwo could not let this happen. He was going to have his pride and joy removed because of doing away with a very annoying pest. It wasn't fair. He wasn't even responsible for Mario entering his room in the first place. He didn't even know why the three intruders brought him into his room to begin with. Hell, he had no idea what was happening here.
All of this was so confusing. Mewtwo was quickly sliding into a very huge state of frustration. He felt as if he was about ready to destroy this entire building out of all of this. He wanted to vent out his frustration. He didn't care about what he vented it on, though. He just wanted to get rid of hit here and now.
Suddenly, Mewtwo's eyes went wide. "No! I will not snap because of this! I won't let this bring me down!" He gasped in determination. "I'm not going to be responsible for any of this! I never will! I refuse!" Finally, he smirked. "But, I know who can be."
It was then that Mewtwo began to laugh like the meniachal fiend that he was (or more of the insane idiot at the current moment).
In the midst in all of this, had he not have been thinking about losing his most destructive powers to some science lab, he would have picked up on the fact that he had sensed only the lifeforms of the three intruders from earlier. He would have known that Mario was dead before he launched his attack at him.
To Be Continued...
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Chapter 5 : 2:57 a.m.
He sleeps in his nice comfy bed dreaming up sweet dreams about the love of his life. All while listening to his most favorite song on his portable CD player. Since he can't exactly sleep with his one true love, how will Captain Falcon react to waking up in the middle of the night to another man in bed next to him?
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Trunks: Since Zorra has not worked on MVC2 in a long time, Goten and I are back to invade her latest fic that she's surprisingly kept alive all this time.
Goten: Ya know, it is quite funny how Zorra's managed to keep up with this fanfic instead of her intended MVC series fic.
Trunks: Very true.
Zorra: -- It's also quite funny that I now had to put Dragonball GT in the disclaimer. Because I don't own you guys!
Trunks: You don't? So does that mean me and Goten can run away now?
Zorra: No!
Trunks and Goten: Aw..
-Zorra