Okay. So you know who Princess Peach is, right? Yeah, yeah, of course you do, I know. But I want you to picture her for a moment. Picture all of her, from the perfectly polished crown on her head to the tiny little heels on her feet. All the blonde, all the pink, and all the elegance. You see it? Good.

Now, replace the perfectly blonde hair with chopped up, messed up, dirty blonde hair underneath a bandana. Switch the overly pink dress with the most hardcore, beat up jumpsuit you could think up. Exchange the pretty little high heels for rugged combat booths that belong on a soldier, not a princess.

Yup. That was the Princess Peach who was dragging me by the hair towards the three misfits.

She clopped on over to them, with determination written on her face and vengeance scarred on her fist that bragged me along. I, on the other hand, had pain and defeat tattooed in my misery. "Hey! Hey!" I exclaimed as I was pulled forth. "Isn't the hair pulling a bit much, Peachy?"

Peach smirked at me, like it was humorist that I thought I had a say in what she could do to me. She pulled me up and tossed me onto the feet of Mario.

"Ow. Okay. Thanks for stopping." I muttered as I picked my head up.

Lucina, Dark Pit, and Mario looked me over. The fact I dared to talk in such a matter to Peach and that hair pulling was enough to cause me pain confused them. They were video game characters, damn it! A lethal bomb could hardly hurt them! What was my deal?

"Uhhh, what is that?" Dark Pit asked, pointing to me.

"Hey. It's 'who is that', mister." I said as I got to me feet. "Gosh damn, you guys, if you insist on mistreating me, at least have the decency to call me by the correct pronouns."

They all looked at me in a even stranger manner. Lucina decided to be the first to speak to me, the unknown pain-feeler. "Uh, can we help you?" she asked in a tone she hope sounded caring.

I dusted myself off and turned around to look about. I glanced at the stolen tents that weren't even in good shape and stared at the mess of a fireplace that was in the middle of the areas, but a huge tent in the way back caught my eye. It was half green, half purple, coated with shimmer, and had the Pilipino flag sticking out of it. "Yeah, you can." I replied, pointing towards said tent. "Is that Lucina's tent?"

"Nope!" exclaimed Dark Pit, wrapping his arm around Lucina. "It's Lucina and my tent! Of course, I let her decorate it. But I'm the one who put the flag up; ain't that right, dear?"

Lucina looked over at me, showing no sign of caring or even emotion. "Yeah, whatever." was her reply. She then looked down at the ground, like she wished she was somewhere else.

"Ooooooooookay then." I said, looking away. "Anyway, another way you can help me is telling me where are the others."

The characters squinted at me. "Uh... Others?" asked Dark Pit.

"There are no 'others'." said Peach. "Just us now, sweetie. It's been just us for quite some time now"

My head shot up like a bullet at the very thought of this. "Excuse me?" I exclaimed. "What are you talking about?"

I placed my hands on my hips and stared this obvious liars down. Huh, they're staring at me with no hesitation; they don't seem to be lying. But I know I sent more than four smashers out here, where could they be? And why were these guys claiming to not know what I was talking about?

"Wait a minute..." Mario suddenly said, stoking his mustache. "You're talking about other Smashers, aren't you?"

I glanced over, with a look of irritated annoyance covering my face. "No, I'm talking about the family of kangaroos that are related to Dark Pit. YES, I'm TALKING ABOUT OTHER SMASHERS. WHERE ARE THEY?"

Peach drew in a sharp breath; the opposite of a sigh. Mario quickly rushed over to her side to comfort her, taking her by the hand and holding her close. I was quite confused by this. "What?" I asked. "Did they leave to get jobs at Target or something?"

"No!" exclaimed Lucina, now showing emotion.

"I'm sorry," said Peach, collecting herself. "But we can't tell you why."

I laughed, humored by their refusal. "Oh, come on. You have to tell me, Peachy. I just let you pull my hair."

Peach glared at me in a squinting matter, which you automatically know means she wasn't going to put up with my crap. "You were helping yourself to our food supplies, so I fought you and you lost. And after that I dragged you out of the food tent by your hair."

"Now now now, I was checking your food supplies, and then you foolishly attacked me, but you looking so cool I decided to let you win."

"You were crying."

I immediately wipe my face, trying to make my eyes look at least a little less red. "Fake crying." I replied, rubbing my face practically off.

"You're arm is still bleeding from me hitting it with a log."

I look down at my left arm, which had quite the cut over my elbow. "Fake bleeding." I answer, unfolding my sleeves.

"ENOUGH!" exclaimed Dark Pit, pointing at me. "This fool is not letting us get anywhere! We de-"

"HEY!" I now exclaimed, putting my foot down. "How dare thee call your writer a fool? I'll have you know I have every right to have you suddenly dressed in a potato sack! Don't make me abuse my power!"

The small group's eyes widened. Oh, yeah, I should of probably told them I'm me at the beginning, hu?

Yeah. I probably should've. Oh well.

HEY HEY HEY EVERYBODY! Welcome back to the hood! So, a lot has been up in my world, involving revenge, family, the true meaning of friendship, and a binge watching of BoJack Horseman; I won't bore you with the details. But I must say, it has somewhat opened this homeschooler's eyes to the real world around her.

As in, some people are just plain out jerks.

But like the one(s) I'm talking about read my fanfiction.

Anyway, these such things could not stop me from writing for you guys! HOORAY FOR THAT!

Thanks again for reading! It means so much to me that even after over a year, people still read and review this thing! Wowie!

(P.S. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! THE SWITCH, BABY! YEEEEEAAAAAH! TAKE MY MONEY AND GIVE ME MY NEW MARIO CART!)