"... Help us!... Please...
...We need help! Somebody! DO SOMETHING!"
Inside of HMS's backroom, there stood Little Mac at the bottom of the prison hole. He stood there, gaining his proper speaking back. He began screaming at the top of his lungs, with his hands cupped around his mouth, while all his fellow prisoners were sitting or lying on the ground, waiting for the sweet embrace of death.
"Ahh! I did it!" Little Mac exclaimed as he looked over at Young Link and smiled a toothy grin. "I told you yelling enough would make the bane wear off!"
Young Link rolled his eyes. "Hwo rcaes?" he sighed. He was sitting on the dirt ground, his back against the dirt wall, while maintaining the worst posture in existence.
"Who cares?! You should care!" Little Mac raised his arms and motioned everyone. "You all should care! I can finally call for help! And if you guys start yelling as well, you can also shake off the bane and help me!" The Boxer began screaming again. "HELP US! WE NEED HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!-"
"Ho, tpos thta." Ryu groaned as he nudged Little Mac on the leg. "Is't hpoelsse, Liltte Amc."
"It's not hopeless!" Little Mac screamed at Ryu. "How can you say that! For goodness sakes, hope is all we have left! We can't give up now! I bet at any moment someone will hear me, or one of our friends will remember us, and come save us from this-"
At that moment, of course, Happy Mask Salesman kicked the only door into the backroom open and walked over to the hole. Since he stopped putting a rug over the hole after that second time Little Mac tried to use the rug to climb out, HMS was able to strut over and look down at his hostages. He gave the depressed Smashers and Little Mac his signature creepy smile as he said, "Good news, prisoners!" he exclaimed, standing in a way that the poor Smashers could only see his face. "I have brought you more company!"
Everyone sat up. To them, that could only mean one thing: Ben Drowned has brought another poor soul from Termina.
"Lcuian!?" Marth exclaimed as he stood up.
"Oh, no no no. Not at all." HMS reassured him, shaking his head. "Me? Reunite you with your so-called daughter? That would be too nice!"
"I wsear, if oyu thrwo Maior ni hree I'm giong to deid fomr a menlat bearkdonw." Young Link said with a roll of his eyes.
HMS shook his head again. "Oh, don't worry. I don't want to handle that plumber, either."
Little Mac squinted his eyes at the salesman. "Is it Dark Pit?" he asked, a plan stewing in his head.
The creepy smile on HMS's face turned into an evil glare as he turned to Little Mac and asked, "When did you get your little voice back, prisoner?"
Little Mac swallowed hard. Crap. He screwed up again.
"Ohld up!" Link exclaimed, jumping to his feet and coming to Little Mac's defense. "Fo corues eh ogt hsi voiec bakc! Afetr lal, youo idd- KAAAC!"
Link fell to the floor the moment HMS nailed him with a lightning ball. "Even under my thumb, you all find a way to annoy me." the man sighed while another lightning ball hovered over his dominant hand. He shook his head as his smile became relaxed again. "Hahaha, no matter. I can fix this."
HMS finally threw in the new prisoner into the hole.
It was me.I fell onto the dirt floor, right next to Link.
Yeeeeeeeeeah, fighting HMS by myself did not turn out the way I was hoping it would. Turns out he went easy on me the first time I fought him, he was maintaining an image of defeat and hopelessness back then, after all. But guess what? He didn't this time around. He took the fighting seriously this time around. And trust me, you don't want to fight him when he's serious. I'm lucky that he let me live.
That being said, I'm still kinda pissed about losing.
"Gosh f****** damn it." I groan as I picked myself up and looked HMS straight in the eyes. "How dare you beat me! In my own fanfiction!"
Marth rolled his eyes. "Pelase dot'n tlel me thsi is oru authro." he groaned as he sat back down on the ground.
I turned to the warrior with a look of perplection all over my face. "What the heck did you just say?!" I screamed in utter horror. (Again, I plead ignorance.)
"Oh, that's just a little gift I bless all my prisoners with." HMS grinned. "Would you like it, too?"
"Oh, heeeeeeell to the no!" I exclaim as began dusting myself off. "You have a lot of never just throwing me in here like I don't control everything that happens in this story. I control you, I control your prisoners! You can't possibly think that- ACK!"
I scream as a ball of light hits me right in the face. I fall back to the ground, but luckily Marth broke my fall. "Ege, thnaks Mrath. Yuo cna- WIAT. WAHT. WHTA IS GINGO ON? WYH MA I TAKLING LIEK TIHS?"
"Ggggggguh, relxa." Little Mac sighed, his speech warped again because the light ball always effects all prisoners. He was hoping to maintain his proper speaking abilities for longer than he did, but alas, no luck. "Yuo'll gte ues to it."
"WHTA?" I scream again.
As I began having a panic attack, HMS just laughs to himself. "That's the little gift I was talking about." he chuckles as he begins walking away. "I hope you enjoy it as much as everyone else has. Heh heh."
With the final laugh, the shop owners walked out of the backroom, stepping over the pieces of my New 3DS that were scattered on the floor.
Realyl, I'm os soryr-
Whta teh hcek?
HO COEM ON.
Ggggggggguh, foregt it. Leaev a reivew or soemthgin if yuo crae.