Super Smash Bros: Ultimate Survivor

by sarsars

The second season of the intense, cutthroat competition has finally begun! Forty competitors, new and old, will attempt to deceive, outwit, and outplay each other in order to be crowned the prestigious title of Ultimate Survivor.

3. Days 2 and 3: The Necessity of Water

West Tribe

The tribe arrived at camp in far better spirits than when they left. When the West Tribe felt the sand between their toes, they certainly felt great about their decision. Most of them, anyway.

"I hope that was the right choice," said Banjo, brushing some grains out of his fur. "I don't want to be told that we needed to keep him."

"We didn't," said Cloud simply. "We needed stability, and that's what we got."

"For now," muttered Bowser Jr. "Until we turn on each other."

"That won't be tonight," said Lucina, patting the Clown Car, which seemed to blush. "Tonight, we united against a common enemy. I'd suggest we celebrate, but I doubt that would be appropriate."

"If it gets Popo madder, somehow, I wouldn't mind," said Charizard.

"Unwise," said Simon. "We need to preserve what little food we have."

"With one fewer person, we'll do just that," said Villager.

"Yes, down from thirteen to twelve," said Bowser Jr. He shrugged. "It's a start, at least."

"If you're suggesting Kazooie will eat a lot," said Banjo. "You're exactly right." Kazooie popped out of the backpack simply to nod in agreement.

The Chorus Kids stacked up, looking down at their stomachs. "We can't really eat, you know."

"Food isn't a concern for now," said Villager. "We'll survive. I'm also worried we'll be at a disadvantage in the future."

"You watched the first season, right?" asked Charizard. Villager nodded slowly. "Popo was useless then. He was helpful in one challenge – a climbing challenge. Other than that, he was a nuisance. He turned his tribe against each other and somehow survived until near the merge. We've gotten rid of that pest before he could hurt us. We'd put ourselves at a disadvantage by keeping him over anyone else."

"He still knew the game," argued Villager.

"Clearly not, seeing as he's out."

"I'm sorry, everyone, but could we please steer the conversation away from hating Popo," said Shulk. "He's gone. We should accept that and move on."

The others quieted down at that point and spent moments staring at each other to find a different conversation. Shulk chuckled nervously. "Unless that's all we can discuss."

"We still have the matter of finding a new leader," said Simon.

"Or we could live without one," suggested Bowser Jr. "Live in anarchy for a while."

"Unfortunately, I think there are rules to prevent that," said Villager, a gleam in his eyes. "Otherwise, I'd love that."

"No, I don't think you would," said Lucina quietly.

"I'd like to suggest Cloud," said Banjo. "If only because he won his match today."

"Lucina did as well," said Shulk. "She should be considered."

"Oh, no, I'm not fit for leadership," said Lucina.

"And by saying that, you've convinced me that you are," argued Shulk.

"Right, but I'm serious."

"I'd like to throw my hat into the ring," said Bowser Jr, pressing the red button on his dashboard. His car pulled out a cardboard copy of Mario's hat and placed it on his head. "I was born to be a leader."

"You don't even walk," said Kazooie with a snort.

Bowser Jr glared at her. "Neither do you!"

"He makes a valid point," said Banjo, nodding wisely.

"I'm not dumb enough to think I can lead," said Kazooie.

Bowser Jr pressed the red button again, and the extendable arms pulled out a pair of giant boxing gloves. "Those are fighting words! I'll gladly fight for leadership if I have to!"

"Nobody's fighting," said Banjo. "We're going to talk, and nothing else."

"What else does that button do?" asked Kazooie. "Do you even have any other buttons?"

"Just the one," said Bowser Jr gleefully. He pressed it again, and his seat began to slowly, agonizingly slowly lean back with a loud whirring sound. After over a minute of the sound interrupting all attempts at conversation, the seat stopped with a crunch, and Bowser Jr lay in his car. "It does a lot."

Banjo rubbed his ear. "Apparently not quietly."

"Is that it for volunteers, then?" asked Villager. "Lucina and Cloud?"

"And me!" Bowser Jr piped up, but the others ignored him.

"Please, don't vote for me," said Lucina.

"Not me, either. I don't like leadership," said Cloud.

Villager sighed. "Then I'll have to do it."

"No, we'll do it!" The Chorus Kids raised their hands. "We'll be the best leader there's ever been! We have three minds to do three things at once!"

Banjo looked unconvinced. "Can you even separate?"

"Why would we do that, when we could all lead together?"

"They've got you beat there," Kazooie muttered. "Can't argue with that logic.

"Apparently not," said Banjo. He shrugged. "They've got my vote."

Charizard snorted. "You're joking."

"Of course he is," said Kazooie. "Honestly, you lizards can't read anyone."

"I prefer being blunt."

"Speaking of being blunt, aren't you worried that you got a vote?" asked Banjo.

"No," said Charizard simply.

"Oh, yeah, that vote kind of throws off your feeling of unity," said Kazooie, nodding toward Lucina.

Lucina frowned. "I don't suppose the culprit would like to reveal themselves."

As expected, nobody came forward. Charizard chuckled. "A single vote isn't going to matter. Someone wanted to get a rise out of me and failed."

"Or they believed Popo," said Shulk. When Charizard glanced at him, he threw his hands up defensively. "I'd like to play devil's advocate. I voted for Popo, for the record."

"There are a lot of reasons why someone would vote for Charizard," said the Chorus Kids. "Like he's big and scary and mean, and he lost the challenge for us."

"We've been over it," said Cloud. "Nobody individually lost the challenge. We all did. Popo's insistence on that point was a large reason why he didn't belong here."

"The other points are spot on, though," said Bowser Jr.

"And if they believed Popo," said Charizard. "Then they're gullible and dumb, and they'll reveal themselves soon enough. No point in wondering."

"Or, perhaps, they simply didn't want you to win," said Simon.

"Then they're going to be mistaken," said Charizard with a grin. "When I do win."

Villager stepped forward. "We're getting off topic again. We have the choice of leadership to consider."

"If nobody is going to volunteer, then we should sleep on it," suggested Simon. "And whoever we vote on has little choice. They can't refuse."

The others nodded in agreement, although more than a few did it halfheartedly. Although Popo had small shoes to fill, the target on a Tribe Leader's back was more trouble than it was worth.

Day 2

South Tribe

Isabelle woke up in her small poorly-made hammock at her usual time at dawn. The sun barely crested over the horizon, but she felt well-rested and eager to start another busy day of work. She perked up over the vines and realized quickly that she wasn't at her village. Her ears drooped in disappointment; she didn't have much she could do.

"Breakfast," she decided, hopping carefully out of the hammock. Her sleeping partner, Inkling, curled awkwardly into herself and snored loudly, and Isabelle managed to escape without waking her. She walked over to the barrel of food and dug through it. As she pulled out a succulent-looking fish, she noticed a shadow out of the corner of her eye. She yelped and jumped, losing her grip on the fish.

The shadow flashed forward and grabbed the fish before it touched sand. Isabelle realized with relief that Bayonetta was the culprit. "You scared me," she said with a giggle.

"Did I?" Bayonetta asked, talking to the fish. "I'm terribly sorry, love. I don't usually sleep. In fact, I thrive at night."

"Oh, I wish I didn't have to sleep. I could get so much more work done!"

"Sleep is good for you," said Bayonetta with a wink. "You'll need it for your health."

Isabelle sighed. "I suppose. Say, would you like to help me prepare a meal for the others?"

"Bit early for that."

"It's never too early to get ready for the day!"

Bayonetta shrugged. "Very well. I won't stop you."

Isabelle pulled a frying pan out of a nearby basket of cooking supplies and walked over to the burnt pile of wood that was their fire pit. She quickly lit a flame and set the pan carefully on the flames. As she turned back to the fish, she noticed it had disappeared.

"Oh no!" She cried, hoping it didn't flop back into the ocean. She leapt to her feet and looked around frantically. "Bayonetta?"

She heard a sharp whistle and saw the fish tail wiggle into the nearby brush. She ran over to it and climbed inside only to see Bayonetta holding the fish fondly.

"Please, I need to prepare it," said Isabelle. "Could I have it back, please?"

"Oh, you don't need to do anything, you busy beaver. Relax! Enjoy yourself," Bayonetta winked at her. "It's far too early to worry."

"I'm not worried. I want to do this for the others."

Bayonetta held the fish just out of arm's reach. "And why is that?" She asked.

"I like helping others!"

The magic words. "That's very noble of you, young one. I would like your help as well."

"Oh, that'd be great! I don't like asking much, but could I have that fish back if I help you?" asked Isabelle.

Bayonetta looked curiously at the fish. "I suppose that could be a fair trade." She held the fish out, and Isabelle grabbed it and hugged it joyfully.

"Thank you so much!" She beamed. "Now, what would you like me to help you with?"

"I'd like you to be my partner."

Isabelle's eyes widened. "Partner?"

"Partner." Bayonetta nodded. "I'd like to form a team, of sorts. A team able to beat anyone here. And you, my young charismatic friend, would be perfect!"

"Oh, that'd be wonderful!" Isabelle said. "An alliance, then? What about the others?"

Bayonetta paused, mildly surprised Isabelle caught on so quickly. It seemed that, despite her naivety, this one at least partially understood the game. "I'd like to believe you're a good judge of character. You could always pick. I know you and the Inkling girl have bonded quickly."

"She's great," said Isabelle. "I'm sure she'd love to be part of our alliance!"

Bayonetta clapped. "Fantastic! Then it's settled. Go on, then, cook your food." She winked playfully. "But remember, this is a secret."

"Of course." Isabelle bowed politely and walked back to the campfire.

After a minute, Bayonetta stepped out of the bushes and looked pointedly at Metaknight, who was laying far too still to be sleeping. "No, I suppose secrets are hard to keep in a tribe with so many nosey people," she said. "Still, I'd like to extend the olive branch to you as well. We could be enemies or allies." Metaknight didn't react, so she shrugged. "The offer is always open. Best me if you think you're able. But I'd recommend you join me, love."

---

Not long later, Incineroar caught the cooked fish's scent. His yellow eyes flashed open and he shot up from his sandy pit, sending a small cloud flying. The cloud wafted into the unfortunate face of Dark Pit as he rested underneath a palm tree. The angel spat and sputtered and groaned in annoyance. He looked around in confusion until he saw the cat's ears perk up. Incineroar turned around slowly and saw the accusatory face.

"Had a good sleep?" Incineroar asked, feeling not a shred of guilt.

"Wonderful," Dark Pit muttered, wiping the last grains from his face. "I almost got a couple hours, even."

"Yeah, the shadows under your eyes are almost as dark as mine," Incineroar said, tapping his black fur. "Or maybe that's natural for you. Hard to tell, really."

Dark Pit grumbled under his breath and leaned back to attempt to rest, but the smell hit his nose as well, and he forced himself back up. "Okay, if you're going to react like a cat every time someone cooks fish, there's going to be a problem."

Incineroar stood up and shrugged. "What can I say? Some stereotypes hold true." He walked over and held out his hand. Dark Pit grabbed it and let himself be lifted to his feet, fluttering his wings slightly to keep balance. "Why else would I have volunteered if not for the bounty of fish?"

"Thrill of competition, money," Dark Pit counted on his fingers. He paused slightly and lowered his voice. "Desire to screw people over."

Incineroar wagged a finger at that last one. "Oh, that last one absolutely. If you know anyone with a plan, let me know, and I'll try to mess it up."

Dark Pit hesitated. "The only way I'd know about plans is if I was part of them. I wouldn't tell you."

"That's your choice." Incineroar chuckled. "I think it'd be fun to watch the chaos spread."

---

Chaos. Shadow's eyes blinked awake as the word flittered through his mind. He looked at the purple sky and heard Incinceroar's roaring laughter. That word woke him up. Why? He sighed to himself.

As he floated off the top of a palm tree, he landed next to Mach Rider. He looked at the enigma, wondered if he was truly asleep, and then the white helmet slowly turned toward him. He smirked.

"Must I ask if you ever fall asleep?" Shadow asked as the massive man pulled himself to his feet.

"Must you?" Mach Rider repeated.

"I would assume even you sleep at night."

"A dangerous assumption."

"A safe one." Shadow glanced at the growing party at the fire. "Unless you'd like to repeat everything the tiger shouted to the world. I only caught the end."

"I wouldn't."

Shadow considered the black visor for a moment. Someone else might've assumed Mach Rider was being mysterious – as he was prone to be – but he knew better. "Because you heard nothing." A small victory, deducing this opponent, but a victory nevertheless. "Impressive as you look, you're just a man. I doubt you were even awake until I floated down."

Mach Rider didn't respond, so Shadow nodded. "As you were." Shadow took two steps forward before he noticed two yellow eyes staring at him. "As were you, Metaknight."

Their Tribe Leader stepped out of the shadows and nodded at both of them. "Last time, few others could sense me."

"You don't blink much," said Mach Rider. He tapped his helmet. "You need one of these."

"I'd prefer to see."

"I can see perfectly."

"Or don't spy on people in general," said Shadow. "Tell me, by risking suspicion from two potential partners, what did your eavesdropping teach you?"

"That you two are dreadfully dull," said Metaknight. "If you're going to have conversations at dawn, you might as well make them interesting."

"I can assure you, I didn't intend on talking for so long," said Shadow.

"He can't help but brag," added Mach Rider.

"I've seen that backfire, certainly," said Metaknight. He pointed at the fire. "Since you asked earlier, Incineroar was informing Dark Pit about how mistrustful he would be."

"Which one?" asked Shadow.

"Does it matter?"

"I'm sure you can guess," said Mach Rider.

"I'm sure I can." Shadow stared at the tiger's back. "Must I ask if either of you believe Incineroar is worth including in an alliance?"

"Must you?" Both replied in unison.

Shadow smiled. "I suppose not."

---

Chrom awoke to the smell of food and looked around the nearby makeshift beds. Only two others still slept, so he took it upon himself to wake them up. He chose Inkling first, gently rocking her hammock until she stirred awake.

She yawned widely and whispered, "Morning, Chrom. What brings you up so early?"

Chrom pointed behind him. "It seems breakfast is served."

Inkling blinked, looked up at the not-clear-blue sky. "It isn't noon, though."

Chrom followed her eyes. "Excellent deduction. Come, join everyone. I'll wake Ken so we can all eat together."

Inkling groaned. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to wake up this early every day." But she begrudgingly rolled out of the hammock and followed Chrom to their final teammate.

Ken seemed to sense them approach and rolled over in his leafy bed before they reached him. His eyes flashed open in warning, and then they relaxed as he recognized them. He waved an arm lazily. "You two are early. Is this a secret meeting, finally?"

Chrom shook his head. "We're late, apparently. The others are eating."

"Eating?" Ken sat up and looked over. "I'm impressed. I didn't realize you all were such early risers."

In response, Inkling yawned again. "If I knew that, I wouldn't have signed up."

"It seems we all learned something today," said Chrom. "Still, we'd look foolish if we didn't at least join them."

"Why did you think we were having a secret meeting?" asked Inkling.

Ken stood up and stretched. "Honestly, from what I remember last time, people had their alliances locked in by day two. I haven't heard any mention of alliance from anyone. It was making me nervous."

"I've heard nothing either," said Chrom. "I wouldn't be too concerned. I believe everyone is going to take his time and analyze his tribemates before he comes to a decision. We won't want as much flippant betrayal."

"What's the point of that when everything gets switched up every few days anyway?" asked Inkling. "I'd rather just find a few people who won't betray me."

"Have anyone in mind?" asked Ken, half-jokingly.

"I'd recommend we cease this talk and join the others," said Chrom. "Before anyone gets suspicious."

"They left us asleep," said Ken. "Clearly we aren't on their minds."

"That's not true," argued Inkling. "Isabelle would've woken me up. She would've woken us all up. She's not done cooking. That's all."

Ken patted her shoulder. "Keep up that optimism. Don't lose it."

Inkling waved his hand away. "I won't. And I'm hungry. I smell fish, and I want to see Isabelle." With that, she ran over to the fire and grabbed a skewer.

As they watched her leave, Ken leaned over to Chrom. "Although, if you have anyone in mind, let me know. I know half these people are going to screw each other over. I'd rather be on the winning alliance. Let me know what you find." He left before Chrom could give an answer.

Chrom sighed. He didn't know who to trust, either. He'd been hoping someone else could've given insight.

East Tribe

Richter found himself in a peaceful sleep as he swung gently in his hammock. As he saw himself resting in a peaceful village house with his wife, Annette, and listening to his kids playing in the garden, he suddenly felt a painful jab in his forehead.

He was taken from his dream into the real world, where he saw a monster staring before him. He reached into his belt and pulled out his Vampire Killer, but before he could strike, the monster pulled his arm to the hammock and held it in firm.

"Unhand me, monster," Richter seethed, struggling to break free.

"Monster?" Echoed a familiar voice. "I'd be mildly insulted if I wasn't flattered."

His dreariness left him as he realized his surroundings. He relaxed and let out a heavy sigh. "Am I bleeding?"

"Don't be dramatic," King K Rool chuckled. "I didn't pierce that pretty face of yours."

"I think you should be flattered, too," another voice piped up cheerfully. Richter looked over and saw Wii Fit Trainer smiling at him.

"What did he rope you into?"

"A brilliant plan," she replied.

Richter looked back at the crocodile. "Unless you came up with something that doesn't involve water-"

"Nope!" King K Rool said proudly. "I found someone who understands the genius of my plan. We're enacting it in the morning."

Richter shot up. "What? You're kidding!"

King K Rool shook his head. "We're giving you another chance to be in on our brilliant plan. An easy ticket to the merge!"

Richter looked back at Wii Fit Trainer. "Why do you think it's a good plan? Doesn't that go against all of your training?"

"Everyone needs to hydrate to stay healthy."

"Right. You want everyone to be healthy."

"Correct!" Wii Fit Trainer stood tall.

"Then why would you prevent people from drinking?"

"We wouldn't," said King K Rool. "Not yet, anyway. Not with only three of us. Get a few others involved, and we'd guarantee victory."

"Then why the water-" Richter rubbed his head. "We're going in circles. I have everything to gain from you doing something stupid like this. Don't do it. Make alliances the normal way."

King K Rool snorted, steam puffing out of his nostrils. His entire demeanor changed, calmer, more sincere. "With whom? I talked to Mewtwo already, and he won't bite. Ridley might, but that'd exclude several others whose bad sides he's gotten on. The others are risks who likely won't pay off. I've got power, and with power I can get numbers. You may think it's stupid, but I think it's a risk that'll pay off."

"Then I wish you the best of luck, but I don't want to be part of it," said Richter. "If you reasoned more like that, and not what you said yesterday, you might've convinced me." He glanced at Wii Fit Trainer. "You, though, I don't think you've thought this plan through."

"Nonsense. They will trust my advice," said Wii Fit Trainer. "I have a way of convincing people."

"Shame to hear it, Richter," said King K Rool. "Offer's open for now, but not forever."

"I'll keep it in mind." Richter laid back in his hammock and listened to the footsteps disappear. He rubbed the sore spot on his forehead and repeated to himself: It's a stupid plan. It won't work. It's going to get them eliminated, and he wanted no part of it. It wouldn't work.

---

Later that morning, Robin and Pac-Man cooked some meat and vegetables for the tribe, while Wii Fit Trainer carefully doled out water. Ridley stared at his paltry portion of both and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I hadn't thought we were already running out of food," he muttered.

"That's a fair portion," said Robin, raising his own makeshift log plate. "It's plenty for me."

"Trifling, really."

"Plenty of fish out there for you to skewer," said Ryu jabbing a finger at the sea.

Ridley got to his feet and walked out to the ocean. "That's a fair point, actually." He raised his tail and struck it into the water, and he pulled it out to reveal a small fish flopping around desperate for air and a shell at the tip that had been smashed through. He shook off the shell and bit the fish's head off, and then he held it above the fire.

The others watched this display curiously, but when he started to cook the fish with his own bare hands, their expressions turned to concern. Steam wisped off his hand.

"We… we have a couple pans," Robin offered quietly.

Ridley looked at the pan and scoffed. "This is nothing." He lowered the fish closer to the flames, felt them lick his hand.

Geno stepped forward and held out his own hand.

"Careful, puppet, you'll catch alight."

"I've no concern for that."

"Okay, this is ridiculous," said Rosalina. "Please, both of you, knock it off. This is not the time for bravado."

"No, let them cook," said Pac-Man. "I've never seen this technique before."

The flames sizzled both wood and scale as the pair stared at each other, neither moving, neither showing signs of pain. The fish started to catch on fire, to smoke and burn. The entire tribe smelled like burnt flesh.

Finally, Mewtwo reached forward and telekinetically pulled both of them away from the flames, and he held them there as Wii Fit Trainer threw the rest of the drinking water onto the flames. The two continued to stare at each other as the dying embers wisped into white smoke.

"So, who felt more pain?" asked Pac-Man. "I'm placing my money on the one who can actually feel pain."

"I'm surprised Geno didn't even catch fire," said Richter. "That's some strong wood."

"Excellent pain tolerance, both of you, but you should know your limits," said Wii Fit Trainer.

"I haven't reached my limit," said Geno quietly. He slowly lowered his charred arm, and Ridley mirrored him. "A few seconds longer, and Ridley would have surrendered."

"I'm not so weak," Ridley snarled. "A bit of fire is nothing to me."

"The poor fish died for nothing," said Rosalina quietly, staring at the char that had been dropped into the fire. "What a terrible display."

"Agreed," said Ryu. "And Ridley still goes hungry."

"A bit of hunger is nothing to him," said Geno.

Ridley narrowed his eyes and then stormed off into the trees. King K Rool took the opportunity to sneak away as well.

"We should've stopped them sooner," said Rosalina. "I didn't wish to see them harmed."

"It was their decision," said Robin. "Unfortunately, I don't believe they learned the right lesson."

"Why does he keep saying he can't feel pain?" asked Richter. "Honestly, it seems like pointless flaunting to me."

"That's exactly what it is," said Geno, staring off into the trees. "As Mewtwo said, we do not fear him. His words are nothing to us."

"I'll admit, after that, I'd love to have him in my alliance," said Pac-Man. "Gotta love someone willing to burn themselves alive just to prove a point."

"Join him, then," said Mewtwo, pointing in the trees. "He's a danger."

---

King K Rool caught up to Ridley not far from camp. Ridley grimaced at him. "What do you want?"

"To talk, obviously," King K Rool said, glancing at the hand that slightly bubbled. "Gotta admit, I'm impressed with your gusto."

"It is not 'gusto'. It is intimidation."

"Well, I certainly feel-"

"Get to the point," Ridley demanded, stepping forward.

King K Rool matched his step. "Well, if you want my observation, I think it was a bit too early to show off your power. We're all fresh off our boats. We've barely experienced the island. Most of us haven't even had the chance to get hungry yet."

"Are you saying you don't desire more food?"

"I'm ravenous," King K Rool patted his golden belly. "But I can wait. I'm not desperate. No one is. Not yet. What we-"

"There is no 'we'."

"Not yet. You think I'm talking with you after I watched your char yourself because I enjoy the pleasure of your company?" asked King K Rool. Ridley's eyes narrowed suspiciously, so he continued, "Because I do. But I'd also like to pick your scaly ears about an alliance built on power. And not just power, but complete domination."

"You recall how the villains' alliance went last time," said Ridley. "I refuse to side with Mewtwo because of it, and that would only leave the two of us against the rest of them."

"Mewtwo already refused my idea."

"Then I do not wish to be a part of it either."

"But this would be the opposite of Mewtwo."

"If it's a plan not good enough for him, it wouldn't be good enough for me," said Ridley, turning to walk away.

"Let me explain anyway. Give it a chance."

Ridley stopped and flexed his burning hand. "Very well."

"Everyone's fed and mildly watered. If we take away one of those, the rest of the tribe will be weak."

Ridley slowly turned around. "Why would we want them weak? We've yet to begin the tribe challenges, and we need them strong in order to win."

"It's a delicate balance, I'm sure, which is why I enlisted Wii Fit Trainer. She and I have a plan to restrict the others' water supply. We'll wean them, slowly, and when they're desperate for water, they'll have no power to stop our takeover."

"They'll notice they aren't getting enough water when they start to get thirsty," said Ridley. "Then they'll go to the well and get some for themselves."

King K Rool winked his normal eye. "They don't know where it is. Only two of us do, and I ate the map."

Ridley stared at him. "Richter knows."

"Yes, he's the second."

"Did he also agree to the plan?"

King K Rool hesitated. "Well, no, but-"

"So Richter knows where the well is, and you said you told Mewtwo about the plan, if I remember, correct?"

"Yes?"

"So Mewtwo no doubt scoured the land to find the well in order to circumvent your plan," said Ridley. "So, he will get water for the others if you refuse."

"I didn't tell him about Wii Fit Trainer's portion," said King K Rool. "I'll get all the water requested, but Wii Fit Trainer won't give enough to the others, you see?"

"An extremely flawed plan," said Ridley quietly. "One that will backfire on you. I refuse to be part of it."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But-"

"But I believe I can think of a secondary plan. Tell no one else about your plan and abandon it in the future. For now, continue to command Wii Fit Trainer. I believe we can work with this."

"There's a 'we' now?" asked King K Rool.

"There is," said Ridley, nodding slowly. "But you'll have to follow my command over the next coming days. Can your ego withstand following orders?"

King K Rool winced at the thought. Unfortunately, his plan had been shown by several people to be flawed, and he had lost all confidence in his seemingly-perfect idea. He didn't have much of a choice for now. "It can," he said begrudgingly.

"Good. I'll inform you when I have a supplementary idea."

North Tribe

Corrin woke up with a small audible yawn. As she stretched, she heard the soft patting of footsteps quickly approaching. She leaned over her bed of palm leaves and saw Duck Hunt sitting patiently as her side, wagging his tail.

"Morning, Corrin," Duck Hunt said happily. "Did you have a good rest?"

"Wonderful, yes," said Corrin, sitting up. "Not as comfortable as some of the tents I've been in, but perfectly serviceable. And how was your rest?"

"Very nice," said Duck Hunt. He shook. "Sandy, though. Tomorrow, I'll sleep in the dirt. Much less messy."

"You could bathe in the ocean if it gets too unmanageable," said Corrin.

"No, wet fur is worse."

As Corrin stood up, Duck Hunt backed up slightly and arched his back up. "Want to go for a walk?"

Corrin hesitated, looking around at their sleeping tribemates. The only one missing was Dark Samus, and she didn't believe that the manifestation of corruption would be willing to walk with a dog and his duck. "Sure. I could use a morning breeze."

"Great!" Duck Hunt bounded off to a nearby path and sat down, wagging his tail. "Come!"

Corrin smiled to herself and followed. The pair walked through the trees silently, occasionally stopping to let Duck Hunt sniff a tree. At one point, the dog froze and backed up slightly, snarling. At the sudden change in demeanor, his partner pulled out her Yato and faced the opening.

"Who is it?" She whispered.

"Dark Samus," Duck Hunt muttered. "I don't like her scent. It smells vile."

A moment later, the dark figure floated out of the brush and faced them, levitating in place. She seemed to study them, but she didn't move.

"What do you want?" Duck Hunt asked with a growl.

"To ask you of this tribe. Who do you trust?"

"Not you," Duck Hunt snarled.

"Easy," Corrin whispered, putting a calming hand on the back of the dog's neck. That seemed to work for the moment, as Duck Hunt slowly lowered his tail. She looked back to Dark Samus. "I trust all of them, as they haven't given me cause not to trust."

"Foolish," Dark Samus snapped, her voice echoing across the jungle. "Naivety like that will get you betrayed and eliminated. Who do you trust?"

Corrin hesitated. Trust never to betray her? "No one, I suppose."

Dark Samus didn't respond for a minute. She stared and stared until finally, she lowered herself just above the ground. "A better answer, but not enough." She turned to Duck Hunt. "You, answer the same."

Corrin turned to her partner only to realize he was staring back, his ears drooping, his head down.

"You don't trust me?" He whimpered.

"Oh, oh no, Duck Hunt, please don't be offended," Corrin said quickly. "I'm sorry. I believe you're a good dog – a very good dog – but I do not know you well enough. Please, I meant no offense."

But Duck Hunt backed up, and his duck quacked at her, making her jump. He glared at Dark Samus. "You're evil."

"I am corruption," Dark Samus said. "To me, everything else is abnormal, and thus evil. I don't fault you in believing the same of me."

"Same difference," Duck Hunt muttered. He stormed off into the trees.

"Oh, Duck Hunt," Corrin whispered at the trees. "I misspoke."

Dark Samus stared at her some more. "It is a simple creature. One-minded. Capable of trickery, but harmless."

"Don't talk of him like that."

"You are not," Dark Samus continued. She floated up to her normal levitating height. "We will speak again. I will bring you into my fold."

Corrin shuddered at the thought, but she said nothing as Dark Samus turned and vanished into the jungle.

---

After everyone had woken up, the tribe decided to take turns cooking meals – a decision helmed by Falco, who found it success last time – but with everyone helping gather ingredients. As a result, a few of the others went out to gather fruits; Little Mac, Daisy, and Isaac stayed to roast some meat and sauté vegetables, while Palutena, Megaman, and Greninja went to gather water.

As Little Mac removed his boxing gloves to better hold the pan, Daisy paused to stare. Little Mac noticed quickly and returned the look.

"Find something interesting, Daisy?" He asked after waving his hand and watching her eyes match the movement.

Daisy finally looked up. "I can't remember the last time I saw your hands ungloved," she said, rather unapologetically.

Little Mac flexed his hands. "Yeah, I feel weird without them."

She winked. "Bet it'd be funny to watch you cook with them on, though."

"I'd rather not see our food destroyed," said Isaac.

"You don't have faith in me?" Little Mac asked, faking offence.

"To be fair, neither do I," said Daisy, while Isaac nodded beside her.

"That was an impressive victory, by the way," said Isaac. "I wish I could've competed."

"Thank you," said Daisy, before Little Mac could open his mouth. "I'm proud that I tied with Ryu in mortal combat."

Isaac chuckled. "Yes, Daisy, your diplomacy was excellent."

"Excellent's not the word I'd use," said Little Mac. He leaned forward. "I felt such an incredible rush facing down the Belmonts. Felt like I was facing down Aran Ryan and his whip glove. Only much more threatening. And less of a stereotype."

"And two of them," added Daisy. While Little Mac shuddered at the thought of two Aran Ryans, she turned back to Isaac. "I wish we saw you fight. The way you took down that tree, you could've easily won."

"I'd like to think so," said Isaac, smiling sadly. He pressed on their log bench, and a small branch sprouted out. "One day I'll get the chance to fight, I'm sure."

"Absolutely," said Daisy. "I get why they didn't bother. It was already dragging a bit long."

"But that tournament's such a rush; everyone's watching you, cheering you on, while you fight for survival," said Little Mac. "To just steal that from you, that's gotta hurt."

"I've experienced that excitement before," said Isaac. "Under more important circumstances, admittedly. But it's been years since I felt that thrill."

"Next challenge, you'll show your strength," said Daisy. "We have to sit someone out, and it won't be you."

"It'll be a reward. What would we get?"

"Something good," said Little Mac. "Gotta be. Gotta motivate us to keep fighting even if the rewards aren't as important."

"Then it has to be food, right?" asked Daisy. "We don't have a lot, even for just the ten of us."

"Eight," said Isaac. "Dark Samus and Megaman don't eat."

"Technically nine, with the dog and duck," said Little Mac.

Isaac frowned. "Would the duck really eat a lot?"

"Fair point. Something burning?"

Immediately, all three looked to their respective pans. Daisy, closest to the center, stood up and held up the food. She tutted in annoyance. "Good catch. I could not tell. I am not used to cooking on an open flame."

Little Mac held his pan even further from the center. His vegetables barely looked cooked. "Neither am I, really, I'm being extra cautious."

After the wave of concern washed away, Isaac held his pan in place. "I've had experience. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I forgot not many of you have traveled away from society for long periods of time. I've cooked many meals on campfires."

"You're the only one that crazy," said Little Mac, shaking his head. "But, in this case, that's a great skill to have. Please teach us."

"Yes, please," said Daisy, flipping over the fish and giving the burnt edge a disgusted look. "Before I ruin our second meal together."

Isaac nodded with a small smile and started his instructions.

---

Greninja, Megaman, and Palutena followed the map to their water well. Falco had gathered last night alone, so they traversed this path for the first time. When they arrived, Palutena glanced inside.

"That sure is water," she said. She glanced at Greninja. "You agree with me?"

Greninja didn't move to join her. "I trust your judgment."

Palutena stood aside as well, while Megaman replaced her at the well. "I believe you're more of an expert than myself." She gave him a sly grin. "Maybe I'm stereotyping, but I'd hope you could sense it underneath us."

"That isn't my skillset," said Greninja. "If you cannot see that water is water, I fear we have a more pressing issue."

Megaman chuckled. "He has a point. And I can confidently say that the water down there is water."

"Can't you make water shuriken out of thin air?" asked Palutena.

Greninja responded by reaching to his side. The air around it quickly compressed, and a water shuriken grew, sloshing about, until the frog threw it at the ground. It struck the dirt and then lost its form, soaking the ground.

"I empathize with the dirt," muttered Megaman. "I've felt that too many times."

"I was more or less correct," said Palutena. "Why do we need freshwater if you can make it yourself?"

"Would you have drunken that?" asked Megaman incredulously. "I don't think anyone should consume frog water."

"It's water from air. It doesn't even touch him."

"And I am not disgusting," said Greninja. "I'm simply slimy."

"I think if we were desperate enough, we'd take any water we could get," said Palutena. "I'm trying to evaluate everyone's skillset to see who we need to prioritize if it comes to it." She looked at Megaman. "You have an advantage, being a robot."

"Dark Samus doesn't need to eat, either, but I don't think we should keep her," said Megaman. But as he finished his thought, a new voice popped in his robotic head, telling him that Palutena's reasoning was perfectly right. Why would they get rid of Dark Samus when she can survive just as long as he can?

"I suppose that's fair," said Palutena. "But-"

"No, sorry, I misspoke," said Megaman, and Greninja stared intensely at him. "Maybe you're right. If it comes down to who can survive without water, we might need as few mouths as possible."

"I'd hope it wouldn't go that far," said Palutena. "I don't really know if this is the best way to go about it, but it's something worth thinking about."

"What happened to you?" asked Greninja, staring directly at the robot. "What did she do?"

Megaman frowned. "Palutena just made a few jabs. That's what she-"

"Dark Samus. What did she do?"

Palutena caught on quickly. "Oh… interesting. What did she do? Did she infect that robot brain of yours?"

"Of course not," said Megaman. "I think Palutena's right. That's all. We don't know how much we're going to have taken away from us. It's worth thinking about."

But neither of them believed him. They glanced at each other. "Anything we can do?" asked Palutena. "Any ways to disinfect his hard drive?" She leaned over. "I don't know how robots work."

Greninja shook his head. "We have no robotics experts on this tribe. We'll see what Master Hand has to say about this situation."

"What situation?" asked Megaman. "What are you talking about?"

But that was the end of the discussion. Palutena pulled out a couple buckets of water that she and Greninja carried, while Megaman was forced to follow, utterly lost as to their secrecy.

West Tribe

The tribe woke and cooked a meal silently. When everyone had their fill and washed their dishes, they sat around the dying fire and waited for the first one to speak.

Villager looked from member to member, seeing disinterest and unease amongst them, and took the lead. "Okay, everyone-" All eyes immediately turned to him. He coughed to shake off his surprise and continued, "I think it's time we decide. We all got a good night's sleep, right?"

"Our bed itched," said the Chorus Kids. "Too much sand."

"My bed's lovely," said Bowser Jr, stretching in his comfortable clown car. "Shame the rest of you can't share it."

"I could burn it," said Charizard, lazily snorting a flame at him. Bowser Jr grimaced and inched away.

"That was more rhetorical, but fine," said Villager. "Does anyone volunteer?"

Bowser Jr stood on the rim and proudly said, "I volunteer! I'll be a fantastic leader!"

Eyes filtered across each face, searching for a savior. Most found Cloud, but he shook his head at the hopefuls. "I certainly don't volunteer. I don't want that responsibility yet."

Bowser Jr snorted. "Shows a lot about your character, doesn't it?" When Cloud merely shrugged, he added, "I do! I can handle it!"

Shulk nodded to Lucina. "You do it."

Lucina quickly shook her head. "I'd rather not. Shouldn't you lead?"

Shulk smiled. "I don't believe I've ever been good at it."

"Do it anyway."

Villager waited for the pair to finish their talk, but when they did, Shulk simply shook his head. He sighed. "Do we truly have just one volunteer?"

"Banjo wants to do it," said Kazooie. Banjo immediately shushed her. "What? I'd be a great co-leader."

"We'd get nothing done," said Banjo. "We'd argue all the time."

"No, we wouldn't! I completely disagree!"

Villager raised his hand, seeing no other choice. "Okay, then I'd also like to be lead-"

"He's got my vote," said Charizard.

"Yep." "Yes." Absolutely."

All except Bowser Jr and the Chorus Kids nodded in agreement. Villager blinked in surprise. "Oh, well, I guess that's decided."

"Fantastic," said Charizard, barely stifling a yawn. "We have our new leader. Easy enough, wasn't it?"

"What are you guys doing?" Bowser Jr demanded. "Why'd you choose him? What's he done? Why didn't you vote for me?"

"You have our vote!" said Chorus Kids.

"Only counts as one," said Charizard. "Congrats. Two against seven."

"Answer my questions!" Bowser Jr said. "I'd be a great leader!"

"Honestly, it doesn't seem like you have the maturity to lead," said Shulk. "I believe you're trying to be leader just to have power, not to lead."

"Not true!" said Bowser Jr. "I don't care about the power. There isn't even much power to get! I want to prove to my dad that I can be a good leader!"

"Admirable, certainly," said Shulk. "I just don't believe you'd be as good a leader as Villager."

"So many others have more leadership experience than you," said Banjo. "But the others didn't want to do it."

"What? I've led armies! I've led fleets of ships! I have plenty of leadership experience!" cried Bowser Jr. But the others didn't seem to believe him.

"If that's the case, then it seems you've already proven your leadership capabilities to your father," said Simon. "You don't need any more experience."

"I do! I've never…" He paused, blushing slightly. "…never really led humans before."

Others glanced at each other, processing the strange reason. Simon shook his head. "Your father's army doesn't consist of humans, so why does it matter?"

"Because I want to take over the Mushroom Kingdom!" said Bowser Jr. "With my Papa, and when we rule, we'll rule everyone! I'll have to lead!"

"Oh boy, I hope they're watching this," muttered Kazooie. "They'd be in for a rude awakening if they aren't."

"I don't think that's much of a secret, though," said Banjo.

"Either way, you haven't convinced us," said Simon. "Maybe if Villager falls-"

"I hope not!" said Villager.

"You also don't seem to have the age nor maturity to lead responsibly," added Lucina.

"I'm plenty old enough!"

"How old, may I ask?"

"Twelve, I think."

"You think?" Kazooie repeated.

"Or eleven, maybe."

"That bodes confidence," said Banjo.

"Bowser Jr's one of my last choices," said Cloud. "If it truly became that desperate, I would've done it."

"Then why didn't you?" asked Villager, exasperatedly. "I was basically calling three times like an auctioneer before I decided to volunteer myself."

"Because I assumed someone else would take the bullet," said Cloud. He waved toward Villager. "You've made a noble sacrifice."

"I'm more disappointed there wasn't a deeper argument," said Charizard. "I expected at least two of you to do it."

"I don't know what kind of surprises are in store for the Tribe Leaders," said Shulk. "Master Hand did say they would have more power than last game."

"Which is why giving it to someone so eager for it is a dangerous idea," said Simon.

Bowser Jr had quieted from the barrage of arguments. He simply nodded at this point, and a few of the others watched him sympathetically.

"Well, we've decided," said Lucina. "I hope you hold up to your title."

"It can't be much harder than mayor," said Villager.

"You don't have to try hard to be better than Popo," said Charizard. "Actually, I'll ask: are you crazy?"

"I'd like to think I'm sane."

Charizard nodded. "He's good with me."

The Chorus Kids bounced up to Villager's face and stared at him intensely, each of the three wide-eyed and uncomfortably close. They stared at him until he blinked, and then they bounced off and gave the tribe thumbs ups.

"Was that a test?" asked Shulk.

"He has beautiful eyes," was the confusing response.

Villager touched his eye absentmindedly. "Thanks?"

"Speaking of our lost leader, how do you think the others will react?" asked Banjo, chuckling slightly. "Think they'll be surprised?"

"Arceus, no," said Charizard. "I bet they'd be more surprised if we didn't eliminate him first. Who doesn't know about his insanity?"

The Chorus Kids slowly raised their hands. Simon replied, "You simply don't recognize insanity because you are insanity incarnate."

They looked at each other and shrugged. "You've got a point," they said. They then bounced back into their seat. "But we didn't watch the last game."

"Didn't get the chance?" asked Shulk. "You're at a severe disadvantage if you didn't."

"Don't have opposable thumbs," said the Chorus Kids, raising their stubs for arms. "Also, we're two-dimensional."

"Doesn't stop Game and Watch," said Charizard, shaking his head. "He hogs his television sometimes."

"He's a jerk," said Bowser Jr. "It's probably better for his image that he couldn't talk last game."

"He isn't that bad if you get to know him," said Lucina. "Did you know he's a firefighter, a zookeeper, a deep-sea diver, a chef, and a judge?"

"Don't you need a law degree to be a judge?" asked Kazooie. "Did you see it?"

Lucina paused in thought. "He showed me it once. But he just pulled out a two-dimensional black rectangle, and I just assumed he was being honest."

"A chef," repeated the Chorus Kids. "Good food?"

"His bacon tastes like law degree to me," said Shulk, giving Lucina a sly smile.

The Chorus Kids stuck their tongues out. "Law degree? I bet he doesn't even put seasoning on it, either! Disgusting!"

"Oh, he doesn't," said Shulk. "It always tasted too flat."

"That has to be the lamest joke," said Bowser Jr, groaning loudly.

"Alright, this is adorable," said Kazooie, clapping her wings together. "But those Miis are tapping their feet, and I think they're angry."

They stopped their banter and noticed a pair of Miis standing off to the side, watching them. Neither of them was tapping his foot, however, and neither looked angry. They waved the tribe over and instructed them to go to the center of the island.

Reward Challenge

Each of the tribes arrived within five minutes of each other, and all eyes were on the West Tribe when they finally broke through the jungle. Immediately, the whispering started as the missing member was discovered.

Master Hand didn't waste time waiting for the tribe to reach the mat. He immediately covered the whispering with his booming voice. "Yes, everyone, last night, Popo, the Tribe Leader, was the first survivor eliminated."

Falco whistled. "Guess we aren't invincible!"

"Yes, and as a res-" He paused, seeing a hand shoot up from the North Tribe. He sighed. "Falco, your constant interruptions have already infected your tribe?"

Falco shrugged. "Good way to get your attention, really."

Palutena stepped forward. "It's rather apropos that you used the term 'infected', as we fear that exact thing has happened to one of our own."

"Is that right?" asked Master Hand, as the other tribes started whispering. "Is it a serious infection? I would hate to postpone the competition in case of sickness."

"No, not that kind," said Palutena. She motioned to Megaman. "We believe Dark Samus has corrupted one of our own. Twisted his mind with some sort of virus."

"What?" Megaman turned on her. "Don't be ridiculous! I'm perfectly fine!"

"Oh, if that's the case, then you should be able to say something bad about Dark Samus," said Palutena.

"Why would I do that?" asked Megaman. "That's a terrible idea!"

"Because she's the embodiment of corruption," said Palutena. "And if she's capable of corrupting you, then she can corrupt all of us!"

Dark Samus floated forward. "I wish to say that I have done no such thing. I do not understand the accusation."

"Palutena," said Master Hand, sternly. "I would advise you to be careful about your accusations. Remember that we keep a close eye on your tribes. We would be aware of there was evidence of corruption."

"If I may," said Robin. "You missed Lucario's attack on Snake, when they shook hands. You also missed Bowser's kidnapping and torture of Pit."

"We did not," said Master Hand. "We watched both situations carefully and would have intervened if they were serious enough to warrant punishment."

"Psychological torture for hours doesn't warrant punishment?" asked Robin, curiously.

"This is not the time to discuss decisions from last game," said Master Hand, deflecting. "We will not intervene regarding Dark Samus and Megaman, but we will review the footage in case we missed something. We are confident we missed nothing."

As those who stepped forward returned to their mats, Master Hand turned to the West Tribe. "Before I was interrupted, I wanted to ask if you had decided your new Tribe Leader. It is still too early to have one tribe without one."

Villager raised a hand. "Yes, they voted for me."

"He was the only reasonable one to volunteer," Charizard clarified.

"Very well. Villager, congratulations. If you, Falco, Metaknight, and Mewtwo would please follow me, we have something to discuss in private before the Reward Challenge begins."

The whispers started again as the Tribe Leaders separated and followed Master Hand into the jungle. Villager felt a cold regret as he left the safety of the mat. He trailed behind the others and failed to shake off the feeling of dozens of eyes staring curiously at the back of his head.

When the five of them had traveled deep into the jungle, Master Hand snapped himself, and a quartet of Miis appeared, each holding a carved, wooden box. The Miis stood in front of the Tribe Leaders and held out the rewards, and each one took his reward carefully.

Falco was the first to open his box, and he pulled out a small necklace with a golden shield strapped to it. He dangled it in front of his face and admired it. "Looks real to me."

"It is real gold, yes," said Master Hand, as the others pulled out identical necklaces. "I do not believe much explanation is necessary."

"You're giving us immunity?" asked Villager. "Already?"

"Yes. As I said yesterday, Tribe Leaders will hold more power this game. There will be five Immunity Necklaces given out throughout the course of the next few months, and four of them are to the Tribe Leaders. These necklaces work identically to last game: during Tribal Council, after votes are cast but before the results are read, you may present a necklace, and any votes you may have gotten will be nullified. All three last game were used to great effect, as one of you can attest to personally."

Metaknight had been contemplated his necklace until that last remark, and he gave Master Hand a suspicious glance. Snake had blindsided him, but this time he had the power.

"Oh, I hope you don't expect the same brilliance this time around," said Falco. "I mean, I can expect amazing predictions from Metaknight and Mewtwo – and maybe Villager's a secret genius – but I guarantee I'll screw it up somehow."

"Oh, there's no secrecy here," said Villager. "I basically stumbled into this power."

Master Hand continued, "If that is the case, then you can always give it to someone you believe will use it to its fullest. Whatever you do, the secrecy is held between you four and you alone. If you wish to reveal it to your tribe members, you're welcome to do so. My personal advice-" He turned to Villager, the newcomers. "-is that you should keep as many secrets as possible. Knowledge is a powerful resource, almost as important as food and water."

"Yes, as soon as one of these is revealed, all will know that we have them," said Metaknight, watching Falco. "These should be used as last resorts, as we will all have targets once we're discovered."

"Fair enough," said Falco. He stuffed his in a pocket. "I can handle this responsibility."

"Do not fool yourself," said Mewtwo, as his vanished.

"Harsh, but fair."

When all necklaces had been concealed, Master Hand led the leaders back to the others. The Tribe Leaders joined their tribes without too much explanation, and their host took his place in the center.

"Now then, to the challenge. To begin, we will not be having as many 'Reward Challenges' as last game. We will intersperse challenges with special events which will be more unique goals and results. Technically, this is both a Special Event and a Reward Challenge, although the Tribe Leaders get to experience both." As more eyes fell on the four special players, Master Hand motioned toward the center of the circle, where a large metal pole had been planted. Attached to it were four metal levers painted in each tribe's colors. At the bottom were four buckets.

"You'll find at your mat two buckets. One contains fifteen blue water balloons. One contains five red water balloons. Twenty in total. We will go one by one, and each tribe members will collect two balloons – of either color – and place them in any of the four buckets. A blue balloon is worth one point, a red balloon deducts one point.

"When a blue balloon is placed in a bucket, the metal lever will increase one notch for all to see. Vice versa for the red. There is an element of strategy: you may want to save your red balloons for those in the lead to knock them down, or you may want to pile on one tribe to guarantee them last place. If you accidentally pop a balloon – for those of you who aren't used to handling fragile objects – then that point is lost forever, so be careful.

"Additionally, we have decided that in this competition, in order to increase players' agency, we won't be excluding as many players from challenges if the numbers aren't even. As a result, no one will sit out of this one. The West Tribe will simply choose one player to go twice.

"With that in mind, I'll give you a few minutes to decide the order. There will be ten rounds, so try to be strategi-" He stopped, seeing the feathered hand shoot up. "What did I forget this time, Falco?"

Falco smiled slyly. "Honestly, you're getting less careful about explaining this, MH. What's the prize, and how do we win?"

"It's a lot to remember," Master Hand admitted. "The prize will be revealed at the end, and the goal is not to get last place. There will be three winners. Keep that in mind as well."

The tribes huddled together to decide orders. Villager immediately said, "I'm not going twice." Realizing he was already getting a lot of special treatment for being a leader for less than a half hour. "Someone else. Shulk?"

"Oh, sure, I can do it," said Shulk.

The tribes discussed strategies, and then in five minutes, Daisy, Incineroar, Richter, and Shulk stepped up to the buckets. All four picked up two blue balloons, walked up to their buckets, and gently set them in. The four metal bars clicked loudly as they rose two notches.

"As expected, a simple round. Two points for each tribe," Master Hand announced. "Next!"

The next four rounds had identical motions, as each tribe gave themselves ten points total. As the fifth round of survivors returned to their tribes, Master Hand reminded them, "With that, each tribe only has five blue and five red balloons remaining. Be careful with how you play these next few rounds."

King K Rool was next in line for the East Tribe, and he pulled out a blue and – much more eagerly – a red. He held it carefully behind his back as he watched the other three tribes pull out two blue balloons. They all walked forward, and then King K Rool dropped the blue balloon in, waited for them to place theirs in, and then casually tossed the red balloon into the North tribe's bucket.

The metal lever clanked loudly as it fell down a notch, leaving the North Tribe in last place.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be!" Falco shouted from the mat. He grabbed his tribe and huddled together.

King K Rool smiled gleefully and returned to the tribe, only to see stares of disappointment from the others. "What's with these looks?"

"You gave the others an easy target," said Mewtwo. "We were the first to break the truce."

"Someone had to," King K Rool said with a shrug.

"Shouldn't have been you," said Mewtwo. "Watch, now."

As Mewtwo predicted, the next round, all of the other tribes pulled out two red balloons. Ryu stepped forward with two blue, and as he placed the blue into his bucket, the other tribes dumped their red into his. The East Tribe's lever plummeted to last place.

"The South and West Tribes lead with twelve points," Master Hand announced as the tribes took their places. "The North Tribe has eleven. The East is in far last with only seven."

"I think that was a bit of an overreaction," said King K Rool. "I only gave one point!"

"It's the principal of it," said Robin. "Mewtwo's right: you broke the truce."

"It's a competition," muttered King K Rool. "Are we going to be honorable until the end?"

"It's day two," said Rosalina. "If you expect us to turn on each other so soon, you're overestimating our aggression."

"Their attack on us seemed aggressive to me."

"You broke the truce," Pac-Man parroted.

"Shut up."

The eighth round of competitors came forward. All four had red balloons, but these were more spread out. Rosalina held back and waited for the others to bounce theirs in each other's buckets. Mercifully, no one placed a red into the East Tribe's. Rosalina patiently waited for the levers to drop, and then she placed her reds into the third place: North Tribe.

"With just two rounds left, the South Tribe has ten, the West has eleven, the East Tribe still has seven, and the North Tribe is now in last place with six! By my count, all but the East only have one red balloon, and the East has two. Despite their instigation and subsequent punishment, they maintain the advantage."

The ninth was simple: all with blue balloons placed in their buckets. Master Hand then said, "And, if I'm also counting correctly, the Tribe Leaders are last. I appreciate that you all had the same goals."

Falco tossed and caught his red balloon. "Well, for these guys, they wanted it strategically. Me, I'd rather just take credit or blame if we lose by a single point."

"Oh, actually, Shulk's stepping forward," said Master Hand, as the survivor raised a hand awkwardly.

"Yes, I didn't want the pressure," said Villager. He lowered his voice. "Win or lose, good luck, Shulk."

"I doubt we'll lose," said Bowser Jr. "Look how far ahead we are!" He was quickly shushed.

"Survivors, make your choices carefully. Begin!"

The four approached the pole slowly. No one wanted to make the first move. So, Falco took it upon himself. He tossed the blue balloon in his, the red balloon in the East Tribe's, and bowed.

"Have fun fighting," he said. "I've made my choice."

Mewtwo responded by placing both of his reds into the North Tribe's bucket, knocking them back into last place. Shulk smiled at Metaknight.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to have fun with this," he mirrored Falco's movements, putting the East Tribe back in last place.

Metaknight studied Mewtwo carefully, wondering how much of a threat the Pokémon remained. Then he turned back to Falco, less of a threat but still dangerous. Finally, he followed Shulk's lead and placed the red balloon into the East Tribe's bucket. With the decision made, he returned to his tribe.

"With that, the East Tribe has lost the reward!" Master Hand announced. "Congratulations to the rest of you, but the challenge isn't over! West Tribe, as the first-place winner, you get a slight advantage in picking your reward."

As he spoke, Miis wheeled out a metal cart carrying three black boxes. Each box had a large hourglass in the center, two buttons on each side, and handles to grip.

"These are specialized desalinators," said Master Hand. "In this game, every advantage is important for survival, and little is more important than a source of fresh water. All you need to do is fill the top half with sea water, press the button marked 'desalinate' and watch as the water is evaporated, leaving just the salt. The salt falls into the bottom half for you to discard. You could season food with it, but I'd be careful. It is not table salt, and it may make you sick.

"Two of these desalinators work. One does not. As the winning tribe, you automatically get one that works." He motioned for one on the end. Villager came forward and took it, holding it by the handles and staring at the hourglass. Master Hand continued, "As second place, South Tribe, you choose between the remaining. You cannot tell which one is broken. You will find out the surprise when you test it."

No one stepped forward. No one wanted to be the one who potentially eliminated a source of fresh water. Finally, Metaknight made a decision, "Bayonetta, I trust your judgment."

Bayonetta immediately saw through his lie. He intended to make her a scapegoat. "Very well. I shall be the hero our tribe needs." She sauntered forward and studied each box carefully. Then she chose the one in the center, leaving the last for Falco to take.

"The challenge is over. Enjoy your prizes – I am excited to discover which one received the broken box – and I will see you all tomorrow for your second Immunity Challenge. Discuss your potential votes carefully before you arrive. You will not get much time to think if you arrive unprepared and lose. Until then, have a pleasant night!"

East Tribe

The tribe filtered back into camp without fanfare. Mewtwo immediately drafted King K Rool into helping with food and took him away. The others took places around their campfire while Ridley spouted a bit of flame to light it.

"I'm surprised you don't believe that task beneath you," said Robin, as Ridley sat down across from him.

"It is," said Ridley. "Yet Mewtwo cooks meals and builds hammocks. I'm not so conceited as to refuse menial tasks. They're nothing to me."

"I would've liked to get that desalinator," muttered Richter. "A source of fresh water would've prevented a lot of future headache."

"Too true," said Wii Fit Trainer. "Dehydration is a common source of headaches."

"My head isn't feeling the best," said Robin. "I attribute that to the half-cup of water I received this morning."

"I gave you enough to help you along," said Wii Fit Trainer. "I shall gather more for a second helping!" She stood up, stretched, and ran off into the jungle.

"She says that, but I don't think I got enough either," said Richter.

"We certainly did not," said Ryu. "I understand that we cannot eat and drank as much as we're used to, but what we were given was not enough to stave off thirst. I had to drink another cup before we left."

"So did I," said Rosalina with a slight giggle. "I suppose our health trainer may be upset at that."

"Maybe it's a new diet?" said Pac-Man.

"Most of us don't need to lose any weight," said Robin.

Pac-Man patted Ridley's tail, which twitched. "Well, this guy's just scale and bones. She's probably thinking of ways to make him gain weight."

Ridley's eyes narrowed. "A snack of a yellow annoyance would be more than sufficient."

"Pikachu's not here," said Pac-Man, frowning. "Unless you mean Isabelle? I'm sure she'd taste great."

"Please, enough of this discussion," said Rosalina quickly.

"Your banter is irrelevant," said Geno, glaring at the purple dragon. "Water is the concern."

"For everyone but you, obviously," said Pac-Man.

"It is still an important concern," Geno continued pointedly. "It's suspicious not getting enough from Wii Fit Trainer of all people."

"Couldn't agree more," said Robin. "Far too suspicious. She seems to be trying to weaken us."

"Which seems counterintuitive, given we're on the same tribe," said Rosalina.

"Yes, it does, which is confusing at the very least," said Robin. "Perhaps she believed we wouldn't notice, or that we'd trust her-" He suddenly stopped, staring at a figure in the distance. "She's approaching."

Richter's voice lowered. "What? We're dropping the conversation? We were leading to a conclusion, here!" He knew what the conclusion was, but he wanted them to say it so that he could lead them into accusing King K Rool. If he spoke too soon, they'd realize he knew far more than he should've, and that might've made them suspicious of him. It was too soon to reveal too much, but with a good segue, he could tell them what they needed to hear.

To his disappointment, the others shook their heads. "We know what we're all implying," said Ryu. "We know who to blame."

"You don't, though," Richter whispered regretfully. Wii Fit Trainer set the bucket down next to him, and he quieted.

"The bucket looks full," noted Geno, ignoring their strict looks. "Do we get a reward for our participation?"

Wii Fit Trainer smiled and picked up an empty cup. "You don't need water. There's plenty for all of you." They all watched as she filled the cup just under half-way and handed it to Richter, who took it gingerly. She filled another.

Richter bit his lip, wanting to speak out. He couldn't, and he quietly sipped. Rosalina, the next to collect, simply smiled and took hers graciously. It was Pac-Man who broke the silence. He looked into his, frowned, and handed it back.

"More, please."

A simple request, but Wii Fit Trainer shook her head. "We need to save as much as we can. We may have plenty now, but in a month when we're running out, we'd wish we saved."

A valid point, one they couldn't argue. Geno, however, saw another route. "Then why'd you throw so much water on the fire?"

"What do you mean?" asked Wii Fit Trainer, doling out another cup.

"When he and Ridley cooked their hands," said Robin. "You threw a bucket of drinking water onto the fire to snuff it out. That was incredibly unnecessary; sand would've worked just as well."

"There was barely anything in there," said Wii Fit Trainer. There was no concern in her words; she spoke with absolute authority, but the others could see through her explanation.

"But you're giving us half-cups so we don't waste anything," said Rosalina. "Yet you wasted water just a few hours ago."

"It wasn't a waste; it saved their hands."

Geno held up his wooden hand, unsinged. "I'm fine."

Ridley held up the claw. "Felt nothing."

Geno scoffed. "A lie."

"I felt I was saving your hands," said Wii Fit Trainer.

"Yet you threw the water only after their hands were removed," Robin recalled. "Poor timing."

"Unlike you, even," added Ryu.

Wii Fit Trainer set the last cup down. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Drink up, please. There'll be more at supper, of course." She bowed and took the bucket away.

The others looked at each other.

"King K Rool might've ruined the challenge for us," said Ryu. "But it wasn't intentional sabotage."

"Might've been," said Richter.

"No, it wasn't," said Robin. "Some are slower to adapt than others. He hopefully has learned his lesson."

"What if he didn't?" asked Richter.

"Then I feel we'll come to that bridge soon enough," said Robin. "But this is far more important."

The others nodded, and Richter sat back, realizing he'd lost his opportunity for now.

---

Mewtwo and King K Rool didn't travel far. Mewtwo slowly turned to face his companion and pointed at him. "Do not sabotage us again."

King K Rool watched the finger. "I didn't sabotage anybody."

"You lost us the challenge. You made the choice to attack the other tribes. You made us a target, and we suffered due to it."

"You're exaggerating quite a bit there. I'll admit, I made a mistake. I got greedy. I'll work on it. Don't call it sabotage."

"Would it be better if I called you an idiot?" asked Mewtwo.

King K Rool snorted. "Probably be more accurate. I've been called as much several times these past couple days."

"Your water plan, then."

King K Rool hesitated. "Less of a plan nowadays."

"You've told others?"

"I have. A few others."

"Did they agree with you?"

"No. Hence the calling me idiot part."

Mewtwo nodded slowly. "Then at least they have sense. Yet, it seems Wii Fit Trainer did not realize the idiocy of the plan."

"What do you mean?" King K Rool asked, feigning innocence.

Naturally, Mewtwo saw right through it. "She took it upon herself to distribute water amongst the others. Yet, she has given them far less than they need."

"I hadn't noticed," said King K Rool, shrugging. "I got plenty." He smacked his lips.

"I state that you're sabotaging us because I believe you've manipulated her, and you've instructed her to dehydrate the others. Deny this accusation."

"I…"

Mewtwo interrupted him. "Cease your plan, or I will inform the others so that they eliminate the appropriate person. This is assuming they haven't already discovered the culprit themselves."

King K Rool glared at him. "Quit threatening me and thinking you'll get away with it. You have no proof. I stopped my plan because the others told me it was rash, and I saw their reasoning. I have nothing to do with Wii Fit Trainer. She's acting on her own."

"You'd have me believe you two are acting separate from each other? Both plans involving water?"

"It's a damn coincidence is what it is."

Mewtwo slowly lowered his hand. "Very well. If you refuse to accept responsibility, I will inform the others."

At that, King K Rool snickered. "Good luck without any evidence."

"You said you've told others about your plan. I will explain what you told me, and others will corroborate. That is enough evidence to convince them."

"I gave up my plan. They all know that. Whatever Wii Fit Trainer's doing – assuming you just aren't paranoid – isn't relevant. They'll all recognize I made a stupid plan, but they'll realize Wii Fit Trainer's the one 'sabotaging' them. Not me. My scaly hands are clean of this."

Mewtwo stared King K Rool down, but neither buckled. After a few minutes of silence, Mewtwo finally floated back. "I'll choose to accept that explanation," he said. He couldn't tell if King K Rool was lying. It wasn't because of the crocodile's poker face; he realized the chip was limiting his powers again. He could feel its influence, and it distracted him from his attempts to find King K Rool's lying tells. He needed to concentrate, but for that he needed space.

"Get some food so the others aren't suspicious," Mewtwo commanded, grunting slightly. "I shall join you later."

King K Rool glanced at the sky. "It's barely midafternoon."

"Get something light, then." Mewtwo waved him away and disappeared.

King K Rool frowned at the jungle. He couldn't believe he got away with such a blatant lie. Maybe he had a better lying face than he realized.

South Tribe

When she arrived at camp, Bayonetta immediately took the desalinator to the ocean and slid open the top of the hourglass. She dunked it into the water, closed it, and pressed each button. The first slid open the bottom, the second flipped the hourglass – and she repressed that one – and the third started the desalination. The device whirred and heated, and the glass turned bright red.

The others gathered around her, watching the process carefully. Incineroar leaned forward and tapped the glass. He pressed it, nodded, and said, "Yeah, that's hot." His belt glowed red, and Mach Rider pulled him away. "None of you should touch it."

"You didn't feel any pain?" asked Dark Pit.

Incineroar licked his finger and shrugged. "Nothing to cry about. Like I said: the rest of you shouldn't touch it."

"It kind of hurts to look at," Inkling muttered, shielding her eyes. "How long is this supposed to take?"

"Ironically, this hourglass cannot tell time," said Chrom with a smile.

A minute later, the hourglass stopped glowing, and translucent minerals pattered into the bottom of the hourglass. A layer of steam collected at the top. Bayonetta slid open the bottom to let the grains fall to the sand, slid it back closed, and pressed the fourth button. This one turned the hourglass bright white.

"Who wants to touch is this time?" She asked, holding it out for them.

Many of them looked to Incineroar, but the tiger shook his head. "That'll be freezing. I guarantee it."

"Look at that," said Shadow. "He knows science."

Mach Rider held out a gloved hand and hovered it over the glass. Then he pressed it, held it for a moment, and let go, without letting out a sound nor flinching. "Yes, it's cold," he said calmly.

"You know, I'd say that's evidence enough to believe it's safe to touch," said Ken. "But I know nothing about this guy's pain tolerance."

Isabelle walked up to the Mach Rider and held out her paw. He considered her for a moment and then touched it. She immediately yelped and jumped away. "That's extremely cold! You need to heat that glove, Mach Rider!"

"I'm fine," he replied, flexing the hand.

By this point, the hourglass had finished glowing, and clear water floated at the top. Bayonetta flipped the hourglass, held it over a cup, and poured the water out. She held it up. "I suppose I should be the first to test, to see if I guessed poorly or not."

"How confident are you?" asked Inkling.

She considered the cup. "As confident as a fifty-fifty shot would allow, I suppose." She drank.

Metaknight watched her face intently, waiting, hoping for it to contort into disgust, but she lowered the glass and smiled.

"Yes, dears, it worked. Not perfectly, mind you, as some of the salty taste still remains, but it works enough. I doubt we'll dehydrate from this."

"So, you prefer our well water, then?" asked Chrom.

"When you put it like that, this has a certain charm comparingly. But, yes, our well water is far better for us. This will not be a substitute."

That news made some of the others disappointed. "I guess that would've made it too easy," said Dark Pit with a heavy sigh.

"They aren't making the same mistakes," said Metaknight. "They had to remove our rewards twice in order to keep us from getting too comfortable. Giving us an unlimited source of water so early would've been foolish."

"Technically, it's nearly limitless," said Ken. "It just wouldn't taste great."

"Feel free to drink just from that," said Shadow. "We could use you as a test subject. When you get sick, we'll know not to rely on that."

"As tempting as that offer is, I'll pass."

"Shame."

"I would at least offer the rest of you to try it," said Bayonetta. "I can't be the only one getting sick, now should I?" She walked over to Metaknight. "Come, Tribe Leader, we also need to celebrate you taking down the East Tribe."

"I'm not the one to blame," said Metaknight.

"No, Shulk stabbed them," Bayonetta conceded. "You threw them in the hole." She patted his shoulder. "Come, though!" She jiggled the desalinator. "My treat."

Metaknight stared at her face but could only see her typical smugness. He nodded slowly and followed her away, leaving the others to watch them leave.

She didn't wait long before leaning down to him. "Say, I understand why you chose me. I appreciate the compliment."

"There was no choice," said Metaknight. "Nor a compliment."

"Come now, you can't believe me to be a fool, can you?" She asked. "I see those looks you give me. If I didn't know better, I'd assume you had an awkward crush."

"Enough," said Metaknight sternly. He grabbed one of their cups and made to leave, but Bayonetta stepped in front of him.

"Come, Metaknight, you had this similar sort of rivalry with Lucario despite joining him in the end," said Bayonetta. "In the end, who came out on top?"

"Lucario didn't eliminate me. Snake did."

"Yes, some bad luck mixed with poor decisions and one delicious surprise. One that shouldn't happen again, I'd guess." Her eye gleamed mischievously, and for a brief moment Metaknight wondered if she knew what he carried. The gleam faded, and she continued, "Especially not if you are with me. Unlike Lucario, I have no allies yet. Isabelle and Inkling are prospects, but they won't amount to much given how trustworthy they seem. And I certainly doubt you would betray me until long into the game. I would do the same with you." She knelt down and lowered her glasses. "Look into my eyes and tell me I'm lying."

He looked her in the eyes, but he knew he'd see nothing. He couldn't read this witch. No one could. She couldn't be trusted. But she was strong, he could tell, and she could play the game, and she'd much more valuable as an ally than as an enemy. He hedged his bets against Snake and lost because Snake had the advantage. This time, he had the advantage.

He slowly, ever so slowly, nodded. "There will never be trust."

"Never," she agreed, slowly standing up. "But, I'd like to believe there wouldn't be any surprises between us. When it's time for us to turn on each other, we'll do it simultaneously."

"If only that were the case."

She winked. "It wouldn't be fun otherwise."

---

As the pair left, the others returned to the fire. "We really should celebrate them for what they did for us," said Isabelle. "They gave us our reward."

"We all contributed," said Chrom. "There was a clear threat that challenge, and we all – all tribes – succeeded in taking them down."

"Yes, a forbidden alliance between tribes," said Dark Pit. "One that'll last forever, I'd guess."

Chrom smiled sadly at him. "It would be a far more honorable game, I'd guess."

"Far more boring," said Shadow. "However, I'm disappointed it was so close. When King K Rool played his tribe's hand, they should've been crushed."

"Wouldn't have been fun, otherwise," said Ken. "Why kick them when they're already behind?"

"To crush them," Shadow repeated. "One fewer threat in the end."

"Think we should just target them every time?" asked Incineroar. "Really break them down?"

"No," said Mach Rider. "There is no need for that."

"There's plenty need for it," said Incineroar, shrugging. "One less threat, right?"

"Target one tribe, and they will solely target us, and we'd take each other down," said Chrom. "The other two tribes would prosper."

"Unless they attacked each other in turn," said Dark Pit.

"Wouldn't happen," said Ken. "They'd pile on the two of us. Neither us nor the East Tribe would recover."

"If we make them our enemies, then anyone who is sent over there during the Tribal Switch will be swiftly eliminated," said Chrom.

"What if someone targets us, then?" asked Isabelle. "We'd just take each other down, right?"

"If someone attacks us, we should attack them in turn," said Chrom. "But, yes, that's likely to happen. We simply shouldn't instigate; we should react and hope they have the self-preservation to realize how detrimental the constant attack would be."

"Do you trust the others to have that capability?" asked Shadow. "Some, sure, but if the calls for blood outweigh the calls for reason, there's little that can be done."

"Unless by some miracle, you'd be correct," said Chrom. "These are all hypotheticals, of course."

"Nothing worth worrying about," said Ken. "Besides," he added with a grin. "I'm sure we'll be at each other's throats long before we'll care about the other tribes."

North Tribe

Falco led the charge back to camp, eager to find out if the device in his hands would solve a huge portion of their problems down the line. As he touched sand, his stride turned into a sprint, and he shoved the device into the ocean.

The rest of the tribe arrived as he figured out how the machine worked. He held it up victoriously as the hourglass glowed bright yellow.

"That has to mean it's working," said Daisy. "Fantastic!"

"It's great, isn't it?" Falco said, tapping the hourglass proudly. "I'm excited to see how pure the water is. Back on Corneria, saltwater can be purified like that!" He snapped his feathers, somehow, and grinned. "This is extremely primitive, comparingly, but I'm not one to complain."

"I thought that's all you did," muttered Palutena. Beside her, Duck Hunt snickered, which got the others' attention.

"Yes, Palutena, what was that display?" asked Isaac.

"A foolish attempt to ruin my reputation," said Dark Samus. "A lie."

"A lie?" Palutena repeated. She jabbed a finger at Megaman. "He refuses to say anything bad about you!"

"Why would I?" Megaman asked. "What possible gain would I have from badmouthing one of my tribemates?"

Palutena opened her mouth to argue, but she realized that he'd made a good point. She held it open in thought, hoping for an argument, and then finally whispered, "Just to prove that you aren't corrupted."

"Even a small dismissal would work," said Greninja. "Do not think that we've forgotten your conversation with us. You spoke ill of Dark Samus, and then you immediately backtracked as if ashamed."

"I was ashamed," said Megaman. "It felt weird insulting her when she'd done nothing wrong."

"I'd say her very existence is wrong," said Little Mac, and the Prime turned toward him. He stared at her, defiantly, and added, "Is there something you want to say?"

"You have so little power, you're not worth speaking to," said Dark Samus, slowly turning away.

By this point, the device had stopped glowing. Water still floated at the top, and Falco tapped the second button, which turned the hourglass green. He stared at the glass uncertainly.

"Huh," he muttered. "Green's not a color I'd think about when it comes to removing salt."

"Yes," Daisy said, quietly. "I don't think it's working properly."

"Damn it." Falco tossed the device into the sand and turned back to his tribe. "It's a bust."

"Just like that?" asked Little Mac. "Aren't going to test the water when it finishes?"

"You're more than welcome to," said Falco, sighing slightly. "That was a waste of time. So what's all this about Dark Samus doing Dark Samus things?"

"What things am I supposed to have done?" asked Dark Samus, the robotic voice mirroring curiosity.

"You know, embodiment of corruption doing corruption things," said Falco. He glanced at the others. "Are we surprised to be discovering this, or something?"

"What, you believe her?" asked Megaman. "I'm not corrupted!"

"Falco! You're great with computers, right?" asked Daisy. "You can fix him!"

Falco raised an eyebrow. "Fix who? Megaman? I'm not nearly as great with robotics as Slippy is. You should ask him."

"He isn't here."

"He isn't?" Falco looked around. "Huh. Darn." He shrugged. "Guess there isn't much we can do."

Daisy stamped her foot. "That's no attitude to have!"

Falco let out a heavy sigh. "Megaman?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay with me poking around in your head to see if you've been corrupted?"

"What? Of course not!"

Falco turned back to Daisy. "There you go. We can't do much."

"Megaman, do you believe we should vote for Dark Samus?" asked Daisy.

"Honestly, with you people! What is with these questions?" Megaman asked. "Why would you ask something like that right in the open!"

"To be honest, I'm worried about this overt discussion," said Corrin. "Dark Samus is… curious, but she's also a competitor. Why would you discuss her elimination in front of her?"

"It is of no concern to me," said Dark Samus. "They fear what they cannot comprehend. They imagine darkness in places in which it doesn't exist. It will be their downfall."

"You aren't helping your case," said Little Mac.

"How so?"

"Shouldn't talk like that, for one."

"They are speaking with similar vitriol. I feel it necessary to react in kind."

"We don't fear you," said Palutena. "Let me make that clear. I'm worried that you've infected Megaman's mind-"

"Which is a complete, unfounded lie," added Megaman.

"-And you may do the same to the rest of us."

"How have I infected him?" asked Dark Samus. She waved her arm cannon. "Have I performed some magic that even those who watch us have not witnessed?"

"I don't know how it works," said Palutena. "But what I sense coming from him… it's evil."

At that word, the rest of them hesitated.

"You can sense something in me?" asked Megaman.

Palutena nodded. "A small part of the evil emanating off of Dark Samus."

Dark Samus stared at her. "You sense nothing."

"I don't know," Little Mac whispered. "I'd believe a goddess."

"Which is how you humans can easily be misled," said Dark Samus. "She has lost all attempt of argument, so she spouts lies."

Megaman watched his hand. Flexed it. "Where do you sense it?"

Palutena walked over and tapped his head. She flicked her finger, as if rubbing something away. "Again, it's small," she said. "I only sensed it once you stopped speaking ill of her. But-" she glared at Dark Samus. "-this is no last attempt at an argument. I brought it up in case anyone else could sense it. I'd hoped Mewtwo would speak up. I don't know of any others who could."

"Rosalina?" suggested Daisy. "She's practically a goddess."

"We'd have to speak with the East Tribe, then," said Isaac. "Which will not happen."

"We could forfeit the next challenge," offered Duck Hunt. "Then we could decide at Tribal Council!"

"No," said Falco firmly. "No more of that. I wish we hadn't done it so many times last game. I don't want anyone giving up. We can fight and backstab each other all we want, but when it makes us sacrifice challenges, that just sucks for everyone. There's a reason I was the only OG North Tribe member in the final tribe. It's because my tribe members decided to give up for any half-assed reason."

"There were plenty of factors there," said Greninja.

"True. Lack of strategy chief among them. But I don't want a repeat of last game. I don't want us forfeiting any Immunity Challenges. We should all try our damnedest to get to the finale."

Silence at that. Falco picked up the device and held it up to Little Mac. "Want to sip?"

Little Mac took it, shrugged, lifted it up above his head, and poured some of it into his mouth. He immediately spat it out, and Falco took the device.

"Think you could fix it?" asked Daisy. "Do you need permission for that?"

Falco eyed it. Specifically, the top and bottom of the hourglass. "Think the real one has some sort of wires connected to the glass to heat and cool it?" He asked. When nobody answered, he continued, "Probably. Unfortunately, this looks like it's just plastic. So, no, I can't. Nothing to fix."

"Then what're we going to do about water?" asked Daisy.

"Greninja has you covered," said Palutena, smirking. "If you like slimy water."

"If I'm dying from thirst, I won't be picky," said Daisy.

"If it comes to it, I will help you," said Greninja.

"Thankfully, we should be fine," said Isaac. "With two of us not needing water, it shouldn't be a concern. I'm sure the other tribes have less food than us as well."

"Yes, but this duck eats enough for three," said Duck Hunt, and the duck on his head nodded quickly.

"Then we'll have to eliminate it," said Falco. "Or it should learn to lessen its appetite." The duck gasped in shock and hid below the dog.

"How dare you?" Duck Hunt gasped. "He has feelings too, you know!"

"Forgive me for thinking of my future," said Falco.

"First Corrin, now you?" Duck Hunt continued. "Where will the rudeness end?"

Little Mac snorted. "Corrin, rude? That I'd love to see."

"She was extremely rude! She said she didn't trust any of you!"

All eyes turned to Corrin, and she stepped back. "If you'll forgive me giving context, Dark Samus asked who I trusted. Initially, I said all of you, because I do! Then she told me to truly think about it, and I thought about this game, and whose trust I feel I've earned and who has earned my trust, and I couldn't choose, so I said nobody. Duck Hunt was traveling with me, and he heard."

"That was one of the smartest statements I've heard," added Dark Samus.

Falco shrugged. "In Corrin's defense, I don't trust any of you either. I mean, at the mansion, when there's no game, you're all my best friends. But now in this game of deception, we're all enemies. Nothing we can do to change it."

At that, Corrin smiled in relief, but Daisy shook her head. "We can absolutely change it," said Daisy. "We love each other!"

"Then rewind this conversation about twenty minutes and rewatch you all badmouthing each other," said Falco. "Face it: the deception has already started. It's only a matter of time when we're at each other's throats."

Daisy hesitated. "It won't go that far."

"Already has."

"But I love all of you," said Duck Hunt, quietly. "Why would you say something so mean about me?"

"Love you too, dog. Doesn't mean I won't hesitate to vote you out if you become my enemy." Falco looked up at the others. "That's just how this game is. It'll happen. Even at our happiest last game, we still voted each other out." He looked at Palutena. "Just watch what you say in front of the others, okay? I can get away with it, because that's who I am. It'll bite me eventually. You should be smarter, alright?"

Palutena slowly nodded. The others glanced at each other and eventually dispersed, leaving the device half-buried in the sand, forgotten.

West Tribe

Shulk handled the desalinator carefully, playing with it as they traveled through the jungle. Over his shoulder, Simon watched curiously. Shulk eventually noticed.

"Would you like to hold it?" He asked.

Simon shook his head. "You struck the final blow; you deserve to be the first to use it."

"I wouldn't go that far. We were guaranteed victory long before I went up."

"You made the final decision," Simon clarified. "Villager trusted you for a reason."

"Eh, I'd say I was the first he looked at. I appreciate the thought, but I'm no more special than anyone else."

"Don't be humble."

Shulk blinked. "I wouldn't say I'm being-"

"Enough," Simon shook his head. "How does that work?"

"Oh, these buttons open the top and bottom," said Shulk, pointing. "This one heats the hourglass up, the other cools it."

"It does not freeze time, however."

Shulk considered the device. "You know, I don't believe so. It might be a bit overpowered."

Simon smiled to himself. "Yes, a silly thought."

"Do hourglasses freeze time where you're from?"

"Only a few," said Simon.

"That would've been a useful ability on my adventure."

"Yes, your ability to predict the future is certainly an interesting one."

"Well, not quite true," said Shulk. "I see visions, sometimes a few seconds in advance, sometimes longer. They've usually been sporadic and only when someone is truly in danger. It saved the lives of my friends countless times."

"Incredibly useful, yes. Did you need that power? Was it necessary?"

Shulk admired the device sadly. "Funnily enough, I wondered that same question many times. Ultimately, yes, I believe it was. I wouldn't have accomplished my mission."

"What mission was that?" asked Simon.

"At first, it was to save my homeland," Shulk added with a wink. "Then it was to become a god."

At that, Simon stopped. Shulk mirrored him, keeping that mischievous smile. "A god?" Simon repeated.

"In a way. But the road to that accomplishment was long and full of tragedies, and I'd rather not relive it," said Shulk.

"You don't look like a god."

"I suppose not. Nor do I really act like one."

"Yes, I've never heard of a humble god."

"I don't like thinking of myself as one, either."

Simon shook his head. "You're a curious one, Shulk."

---

Later, the tribe reached camp. Shulk demonstrated how the device worked and gave them all cups of freshish water. As they drank, some collected food for the night's meal. The rest sat around the fire.

"You really don't care?" asked Chorus Kids. They stood on top of each other to reach Charizard's head. "Do you know how dangerous that is?"

Charizard eyed them curiously. "It's dangerous getting in my face."

The Chorus Kids hopped back, the one on the top placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head. "You're changing the subject, you know."

"It's because he's scared," said Bowser Jr with a snicker. "He knows exactly what that means!"

"I got one vote from the rest of you last night," said Charizard. "Means nothing. We all knew Popo was out."

"Means you're in danger of losing a tie!" said the Chorus Kids. "What'll you do if that happens, huh?"

"Lose, I guess."

"That's horrifying!"

Lucina rubbed her temple in annoyance. "Must you scream so loudly?"

"It's what we do!" The Chorus Kids screamed.

"I like it," said Bowser Jr. "It's calming. Relaxing."

"But, Charizard, aren't you worried?"

"How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Charizard asked.

"I'd say three times, given context clues," said Bowser Jr, raising three fingers.

Charizard raised a finger of his own. "I know no one's actually out to get me. It was one of you two-" He pointed at the Chorus Kids and Bowser Jr "-who did it. No one else would try to instigate me."

"How dare you?" Bowser Jr gasped. "I wanted Popo out more than anyone! I wanted to be leader!" He fell back in his seat, grumbling. "Some good that got me."

"What's your excuse?" Charizard demanded, leering at the kids.

"We're innocent!" The Chorus Kids cried. "Popo was rude to us!"

"You deserve it."

Lucina called out, "Would you all please sit down. I fear you'll topple over and injure yourselves."

The Chorus Kids obeyed, hopping onto the beach. "We're invincible."

"I'm sure you are," said Lucina. "But, please, keep safe until the others come back."

"Don't like being the responsible one, huh?" asked Bowser Jr. "Because Charizard sure isn't!"

"Should've raised your hand faster," said Charizard with a slight chuckle.

"I was busy talking with Shulk," said Lucina, rubbing her head. "I wasn't paying attention, and of course Shulk can see the future."

"Or he has better ears," said Charizard.

"Or that."

"You just wanted to stay because you're lazy," said Bowser Jr.

"No, that's my excuse," said Charizard.

Bowser Jr glared at him. "Shameful. Can't even get food for the others."

"Likewise, twerp."

"I bet they're sharing so many secrets about you all. They're planning on eliminating all of you."

"They'd choose you first," said Charizard. "No doubt about that."

"He isn't wrong," said Lucian. "You've given everyone enough reason to be worried about your stability."

"I'm perfectly stable! Just bitter about losing the leadership role, that's all, but I'll feel better when I finally get it."

Charizard snorted. "That'll be the day."

"It'll be a glorious day!" said the Chorus Kids. "Glorious indeed."

"Shut up."

"If I may continue," said Lucina. "You may want to quiet down for a while. You've already tread on several people's toes, and if you continue, you'll certainly be chosen if we haven't settled into alliances."

"Why can't we have an alliance?" asked Bowser Jr. "Four of us just need to get one of them, and we have the majority."

"We're in!" said the Chorus Kids.

"I'd rather jump in the ocean," said Charizard.

"Oh yeah? Who's your alliance, then?" demanded Bowser Jr.

"Not with you. Never with you. That's all you need to know."

Bowser Jr stuck his tongue out and then rounded on Lucina. "What about you? Who're your prospects?"

Lucina frowned in thought. "I haven't been asked yet, unfortunately. Although from what I've gathered, I don't believe many others have been asked either. I believe we're still trying to determine our strategies."

"We were asked!" said the Chorus Kids. "We have the first alliance, then!"

Bowser Jr shrugged. "Better than nothing, then. Offer's still open, Lucina."

"I appreciate the thought," said Lucina.

Charizard snorted. "If you're ever that desperate, you've played the game horribly wrong."

---

Villager stared at the ocean as the others gathered food. He stared at the setting sun, watching the sky slowly turn orange. He heard footsteps approach, and he turned to see Cloud standing with a tuna in hand.

"Contemplating life?" Cloud asked. Before Villager could respond, he looked at the sun as well. "I've done that far too many times. I never come up with a concrete answer."

"Well, what's the question?"

Cloud shrugged. "Depends on the day, really. Why am I still alive? What am I doing here? Was all the pain worth it? Do I deserve what I've been given?"

Villager shook his head. "So, nothing too heavy."

"The heavy stuff is hard. It takes time to consider, and I've never found a satisfying answer to any of them."

"I think that third one has a pretty easy answer. Yes."

"If only you knew all I've seen."

Villager almost responded with a playful quip, but the sullenness in Cloud's voice made him pause. He slowly nodded instead. "That's fair."

"How are you handling your new position?" Cloud asked.

"I wish you took it instead."

"Maybe later," said Cloud. "If I'm still here, and if you're willing to step down. Dealing with all of the others is far beyond me. I've led a party of nine, so any more beyond that is too much for me."

"Technically, we have nine."

"The Chorus Kids count as an entire platoon for me."

Villager smiled. "I can agree to that." He paused. "If you don't mind me asking, have you had anyone approach you for an alliance?"

"Not yet," said Cloud. "You?"

Villager shook his head. "Well, technically Popo at one point, but I don't think that counts."

"Lucky you."

"Well, if you'd consider it, I think you'd be a great ally to have."

Cloud didn't react. After a while, Villager nodded. "Give it some thought, okay?" When Cloud didn't respond, Villager returned to the others and got food.

Banjo gave Cloud a strange look. "Did you freeze him or something?"

"Propose to him, maybe?" Kazooie chimed in.

"Did he say yes?" asked Shulk.

"Still considering it," said Villager, giving the soldier another glance. "Are we all set?"

"This is enough to feed twelve mouths," said Simon. "Do we consider those Chorus Kids as three? Do they eat?"

"They eat," confirmed Shulk. "I had to know for myself. Just not a lot."

Simon nodded and tossed one of the steaks back into the barrel. "Then they can share."

Day 3

East Tribe

King K Rool found himself in the middle of the jungle. Delirious, he shot up and looked around for any sign of familiarity. Green in the darkness. Darkness everywhere.

"Wha-"

"Good, you're awake," came a gravely voice from the darkness. "Only took one poke."

King K Rool looked down to see a hole in his golden armor. He stomped his foot, ready to attack whoever kidnapped him.

Then the beast fell from the sky, crash landing next to him. He raised a claw to strike, but the beast grabbed his arm and held it in place. He blinked, seeing the pure yellow eyes staring at him in the darkness.

"Must you resort to violence?" The beast asked, calm, almost annoyed.

He stopped resisting and lowered his arm. "Ridley?"

"And he's finally awake." Ridley sat by a nearby tree and stared at him. "I feared you might've been disqualified for attacking me. Thankfully, neither of us was harmed."

"Was that your plan?" King K Rool asked. "Is that why you kidnapped me? Why you tried to attack me?"

"All eyes will see you attacking me," said Ridley. "No, I wanted to speak with you alone."

His mind still racing through the series of events that led to this conversation, King K Rool slowly nodded. "What, then?"

"The plan."

"Which? You no doubt have dozens."

"I do," said Ridley. "The plan involves you and Wii Fit Trainer. It's time to utilize your unwitting pawn." He leaned forward. "Convince her to lower the water consumption for today. But when you ask her, ensure that she's convinced it's her idea."

"Even though it's our idea?"

"Your idea," Ridley emphasized. "Claim that we have a majority so that she isn't worried about being targeted. The rest of the tribe is fully aware of her limiting of our resources. If we show that their reasoning is accurate, but if she takes responsibility for the plan, she'll be the scapegoat."

"We're planning on losing, then?" asked King K Rool.

"Only if it comes to it. Limiting water certainly will help our chances. This is a risk, but it's a way to stave off suspicion since half the tribe seems to be aware of your initial plan." Ridley stood up. "If it comes to it, we'll discuss when walking to the Immunity Challenge. I can do what I can to convince the others that it's solely on Wii Fit Trainer, but you must play your part well."

"Okay. I can do that," said King K Rool, eager to fix his initial mistake. "Then we'll plan for the future."

"We shall."

---

King K Rool carefully woke up Wii Fit Trainer and took her to a nearby spot.

"How're you doing?" Wii Fit Trainer asked. "Eager to start a morning routine?"

"Exhausted, and no. Exercise isn't on my mind. I wanted to tell you that we have a majority."

"Excellent! Who is part of it?"

"Ridley, Richter and… Rosalina," said King K Rool.

"Fantastic! Then how shall we proceed?"

"We want to establish our majority as soon as we can," said King K Rool. "How do you think we should guarantee we'll go to Tribal Council?"

Wii Fit Trainer paused, placing a hand on her chin. "Hmm… I think in order to lose the challenge, we'll have to forfeit. If the five of us play horribly, then there's little chance the others will make up for our poor performance."

King K Rool nodded. "It's a good idea. Maybe we should have contingencies in case the others are capable of carrying us."

"Oh!" Wii Fit Trainer snapped her fingers. "Then I shall give them less water than usual. They'll be thirsty, and as a result their performance will worsen."

King K Rool grinned. "You're the expert! I'm glad I left the idea to you. Think you can do it?"

"I will not feel good about it, but I shall for our alliance," said Wii Fit Trainer. "Unfortunately, that means I'm going to have to give you little water as well. Are you okay with it?"

King K Rool let out a heavy sigh. "I guess I'll have to make the sacrifice."

Wii Fit Trainer patted his shoulder. "Don't you worry. We're going to Tribal Council tonight!"

---

At breakfast, the tribe gathered, and Wii Fit Trainer distributed water. Nobody was fooled. Before anyone could open their mouths to complain, King K Rool clapped loudly.

"Alright, everyone, we need a strategy," he announced. "What've we got?"

The others eyed him curiously. "We don't know about our challenge," said Robin. "How can we have a strategy?"

"Aren't you able to predict challenges?" King K Rool asked their leader. "I think you implied that several times."

Mewtwo stared over his shoulder at, presumably, a camera. "I have never nor do I currently have the ability to predict any of our challenges." The eyes turned to the crocodile. "I am as blind as the rest of you."

"That's a real shame," said Richter.

"How is your head?" asked Rosalina. "Has that chip affected your powers too much?"

Mewtwo gave King K Rool another look. "I don't believe so. I am limited, certainly, but not so much to disallow me to compete."

"That we can agree on," said Ryu. "I recall you handily defeated your opponents."

"Swatted away Popo like he was nothing," added Geno.

"That's not too far off," said Pac-Man.

"Nothing to us anymore."

"That's quite enough," said Rosalina, shaking her head. "Must you attack the man when he cannot defend himself?"

"It's pretty easy," said Pac-Man, shrugging. Rosalina shot him a glare, and he raised his hands. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll be good now, promise."

When Rosalina gave him the same look, Geno stared back. "He's gone. What good is there for defending him?"

"We still have to live together when this game is over," said Rosalina. "Consider his feelings then."

"I'll deal with that when it happens," said Geno.

"When you're eliminated," said Ryu.

"I, as well as everyone here, intend to stay until the end," said Geno. "I do not plan on being eliminated."

"It's a good plan," said Pac-Man, nodding. "Wish I had a plan like that."

"No?" said Robin. "You don't plan on winning?"

"Or are you just being a smartass?" asked Richter.

"Little of column A, little of column B."

"Well, if this is you volunteering, we could eliminate you first," said Geno.

Robin nodded. "Would solve a lot of problems."

"It'd postpone them," said Ryu.

"Oh, yeah, fair enough."

"Well, I'd like to stay a while at least," said Pac-Man. "You need a bit of comic relief, right? Otherwise everyone gets too serious, and there's no fun there."

"Right," said Richter, quoting the air. "'Comic relief'."

"I find myself hilarious."

"If you have to say you're hilarious, then you aren't," said Geno.

"Plucky, then."

Ryu stood up after finishing his meal and started toward the water bucket. Wii Fit Trainer noticed and ran forward, blocking his path. He stopped, staring at her, as she smiled back.

"Something you need?" She asked.

The others stopped their conversation and watched, awaiting his reaction. Ryu held up his empty cup. "I'm getting more water."

Wii Fit Trainer tilted her head. "Are you sure? You must be thirsty."

"I am," said Ryu. "Are you going to stop me?"

There was a pause as Wii Fit Trainer considered his words. Then she smiled and took his cup, filled it up halfway, and handed it back. He studied the amount with a frown.

"You do not deceive us," he said and took his spot. He swallowed the water in one gulp and set the cup aside. "This is not a game to play."

"Didn't realize she wouldn't put up a fight," muttered Richter. "My throat's been parched since yesterday." He stood up and walked over to the bucket. Wii Fit Trainer filled it up equally as full. "What game are you playing at, honestly? I don't understand."

"Survivor," said Wii Fit Trainer. She winked. "I understand the situation perfectly."

"Do you?" Richter said quietly. He turned around and saw most of the others lined up with empty cups in hand. "I feel you don't understand anything you're doing."

Wii Fit Trainer simply smiled and filled the next cup. Richter gave King K Rool a strange look, which he refused to return.

North Tribe

Palutena was gently shaken awake at dawn. She opened her eyes and saw Daisy's face staring back at her. She smiled softly. "Good morning, princess."

"Morning to you, too," said Daisy. She motioned for her to be quiet and lifted her into a sitting position. "I wanted to talk to you. A bit of strategy."

"Oh, finally, I'd been hoping to get to the matter," said Palutena. She looked around. Nobody nearby. "I see you haven't gathered any allies."

"I don't really know anyone else's opinion on the matter, honestly. Falco won't help. Megaman won't. Duck Hunt doesn't seem to care. I don't want to get stereotypical, but I feel Corrin might be the only other one who might join our side."

"Regarding Dark Samus?" asked Palutena. Daisy nodded. "Greninja certainly would."

"Oh, good, I had a feeling. Who else, do you think?"

"Well, why Corrin?"

"I asked her afterward," said Daisy. "Asked her how she felt about Dark Samus and the possible corruption. Naturally, she was cautious."

"Yes, we could speak to the others," said Palutena. "If nothing else, it would be nice to have a definite majority. Our discussion last night got far too… volatile. No thanks to us."

"No, if anything, we were the cause." Daisy chuckled slightly. "I just hated the idea of Dark Samus corrupting any of us. Megaman's always so nice, too. It would be horrible if it happened to him."

"It absolutely did. It'd be good for all of us to be rid of her. She's only going to cause problems."

"That's her nature."

"Let's gather some others. Isaac and Greninja. I think we should include Falco as well."

"Really? He didn't care."

"Yes, but I don't think it'd be wise to exclude our Tribe Leader from any potential alliance," said Palutena. "He may be apathetic, but he has power."

"Ah. Smart. Well, at least he seemed to realize Dark Samus would be able to corrupt us."

"Exactly, and the other reason why I'd want to include him. He knows what we're capable of, and he doesn't seem surprised about it. He's observant."

"As are you, apparently."

Palutena winked. "As are us."

---

A half-hour later, the pair had awoken most of the tribe. Isaac and Falco rested groggily on each other's shoulders while Corrin stood nearby ready to catch them if they fell. Greninja waited patiently, seemingly alert.

"This is probably what I hated most about this damn game," Falco muttered. "Getting dragged out of bed way too early to listen to a diatribe."

Palutena glared at the bird. "You're more than welcome to crawl back to bed. I invited you because I wanted your help."

Falco waved a wing dismissively. "I'm fine. Just cranky. Go on with your diatribe."

"There isn't too much to say that hasn't already been said," said Daisy. "We're trying to gauge opinions on the rest of you regarding Dark Samus and her abilities."

"Well, as I said to you, I believe it's possible, but I don't believe Megaman is currently under her influence," said Corrin. "I do not like her, however, and would be fine with eliminating her quickly."

"Why don't you think so?" asked Isaac.

"I don't believe that being unwilling to insult a fellow tribe member is reason enough to believe they've been corrupted," said Corrin. She placed a hand on her chest. "I certainly wouldn't want to insult anyone in this tribe, inadvertent or otherwise. I felt awful when Duck Hunt took my statement the wrong way, but he keeps shying away from me to prevent me from apologizing."

"But what about what Palutena said?" asked Isaac. "That, I feel, is the most significant evidence."

Corrin looked Palutena straight in the eyes. "I mean no offense, but I don't believe you can sense the corruption."

Palutena stared her back. "Is that right?"

"Bold claim, calling a goddess a liar," said Falco.

"I'm not saying that," said Corrin, quickly. "I'm willing to believe you think something's wrong with Megaman, but…"

"You don't believe I sense Dark Samus' corruption," Palutena finished. "I suppose I can't fault you for being skeptical. When we get Mewtwo and Rosalina's opinions, I expect an apology." She added that last remark with a sly smile and a wink, but Corrin nodded.

"Of course, absolutely. I do not know your powers as much as I should."

"How do you know Mewtwo and Rosalina would tell the truth, even if they could sense anything?" asked Isaac.

"I don't know Mewtwo to lie," said Greninja. "Usually, if he's about to lie, he stays silent."

"Oh, he lies to protect people he respects," said Falco. "I distinctly remember teasing him about hiding something about Snake. Turned out that happened to be an Immunity Necklace, and Mewtwo got Metaknight eliminated because of that small detail."

"Then we're safe, because he wouldn't respect Dark Samus," said Daisy. "And Rosalina is not a liar."

"Both unsubstantiated claims, unfortunately," said Greninja. "This is all useless, as well, as our only chance to speak to the East Tribe would be in challenges, and we'd be far too busy attempting to win."

"So, then our only evidence is the word of Palutena," said Isaac.

"Which isn't good enough for some people," added Palutena.

Corrin blushed. "Greninja backed you up last night. I trust that."

"He backtracked extremely quickly," said Greninja. "As if he was compelled to. It was not natural."

"Good thing a robot's as natural as they come," said Falco.

"Must you?" Daisy asked, sighing. "You know what they mean."

Falco leaned forward, and Corrin lurched forward to hold him steady. He patted her hand. "I'm fine. Just being dramatic." He waited until she slowly removed her hand, and then he said, "Look, we all know what you two are asking for. An alliance. It may be against Dark Samus initially, but you invited six of us for a reason." He tapped my chest. "You invited me for a reason."

Palutena and Daisy glanced at each other. "We're not unwelcome to the idea," said Palutena. "But primarily, we want a majority against Dark Samus. We have nothing against Little Mac, Duck Hunt, or even Megaman. If we disperse after our first Tribal Council, then that's fine."

"I'm okay with that arrangement," said Isaac. "I also mean no offense, but while this potential alliance seems great, I'd want to keep my options open."

"To be fair, nothing better will come along than us," said Daisy, winking.

"You were the first to invite a majority," said Falco. "You won't be the last." He leaned back. "That being said, I'm in. You may be crazy, and Megaman is completely fine, but I don't want to stay with Dark Samus. Wario instigated a ton of problems during his short tenure last time, and it was miserable. I don't want that."

Corrin nodded. "I'm okay with this as well. Dark Samus is a danger, even if she has not corrupted anyone yet."

"Thank you," said Daisy, sighing in relief. "This is perfect. All we wanted."

"Yes," added Palutena. "However, we'd be more than happy if the six of us kept a permanent alliance."

---

Little Mac groaned as he felt something cold rub against the back of his neck. He swiped at it, shooing it away for a moment, and then it dug deeper into his neck. He yelped and shot up, and he felt a wet tongue lick his chin.

"Oh… god… Duck Hunt," he groaned. "What? Why'd you wake me up?"

Duck Hunt tilted his head. "Don't fighters like you wake up at dawn to train?"

Little Mac waved a gloved hand. "Everyone has their off days."

"You haven't trained since we came here."

"Off week, then." Little Mac sighed and leaned off his hammock. "Need a walk?"

The tail wagged. "I'd love that, actually, but that's not why I woke you up."

"Need food?"

The tail wagged faster. "Absolutely. But not the reason either."

"Then what?"

The duck pointed off into the trees. The dog answered, "The others are talking."

"Which others?" asked Little Mac, squinting through the darkness. He could hear muffled whispers. Couldn't make out the sources.

"Everyone but you, us, Dark Samus, and Megaman," said Duck Hunt.

"Oh no." Little Mac started toward the brush with Duck Hunt hot on his heels.

They reached the clearing where the six were having their meeting, and the caught the tail end of it. Specifically when Isaac mentioned wanting to keep his options open. As the group started to disperse, Little Mac rushed back to camp and jumped in his hammock. Panicking, Duck Hunt leapt into the hammock next to him and curled up against him, the duck draped across them both.

They heard their tribemates crossing camp, and then Little Mac felt something else cold touch his neck. He lifted his head, expecting Duck Hunt, but he saw the dog pretending to sleep next to him. He looked up and saw Greninja staring at him.

"Do not think you could escape my sight," said Greninja. "You spied on us toward the end."

Little Mac didn't see a reason to deny it. "Yeah, we did." He nudged Duck Hunt, who pretended to wake up sluggishly. "We-"

"Whatsgoingon?" Duck Hunt grumbled. "Wegoingforawalk?"

"He knows."

"Oh." Duck Hunt nudged the duck and sat up. "Yeah, why didn't you invite us?"

"It wasn't my decision," said Greninja. "That meeting was helmed by Daisy and Palutena."

"Damn," Little Mac muttered. "Just like that, we lost out on majority?"

"Not quite," said Greninja. "Our meeting was solely to discuss the elimination of Dark Samus."

"Then why weren't we invited?"

"You're welcome to ask the administrators," said Greninja. "I do not believe it's a cause for concern."

"Feels like it," said Duck Hunt. "I bet Corrin told them not to."

"That I doubt."

"I bet she did," Duck Hunt mumbled to himself.

"So the plan is just to eliminate Dark Samus?" asked Little Mac. "Then what?"

"Then we move on," said Greninja. "No one knows for sure. I will warn you two that you're at inherent disadvantages. You should speak with the others, ask them their thoughts. Make sure you weren't excluded for a reason."

"Oh. Thanks for the advice."

"Good luck," said Greninja, and he walked over to the fire.

Little Mac patted Duck Hunt's head. "Well, boy, we have some work to do."

"Lots of work," agreed Duck Hunt. "Least we have each other."

"Sure." Little Mac said halfheartedly. For now, it was the case. He needed to know where in this tribe he stood before he made any promises.

West Tribe

After breakfast, the tribe split off into random groups. Shulk noticed Cloud resting underneath a palm tree and walked up to him.

"Hi," Shulk waved. "You seem relaxed."

"As well as I can," Cloud answered, raising a hand. "There's a lot of downtime between important events, which I appreciate."

"Yeah, I think we're all trying to fill the time the best we can," said Shulk. "You aren't talking with the others about alliances?"

"There've been talks here and there. Nothing definite. You?"

Shulk shrugged. "Others have implied enough. I haven't made any decisions."

"At least you aren't Charizard." Cloud leaned forward and chuckled. "He complained to me about Bowser Jr and the Chorus Kids inviting him and Lucina in an alliance. He said it would've been torture."

Shulk chuckled. "Yes. Would've been unpleasant for everyone. Worst of all us for allowing it to happen."

"Not in a thousand years," said Cloud. "But I don't know how desperate the others are. Some people might take that offer."

"Because it's the only one they know of." Shulk nodded, thinking. "You aren't desperate, are you?"

"Not for that. We succeeded in getting rid of one annoyance. Why should we keep the other two annoyances around?"

"They're votes," said Shulk. "And that may be all that matters to some. I'm trying to judge everyone on their ability to influence the game, not just because they annoy me."

"Why would ally with someone who annoys you?"

"They're votes," Shulk repeated. "I haven't found out how easy they are to influence. They may go along with whomever decides to speak to them. That's powerful."

"Then why are you telling me?" asked Cloud. "Am I not threatening enough for you?"

"Oh, no, in fact, you're one of the competitors I feel has the greatest potential," said Shulk. "I'd love for you to be on my side. Allow my advice to be an informal offer."

Cloud stared at the man. "Huh. Thanks for the advice, I guess. I'll consider it."

"All you can do." With a smile and a wave, Shulk left him under the palm tree to think about the offer.

---

Villager rested in his leafy bed, enjoying the relative silence, until a shadow blocked the sun. He squinted his eyes and winced as he saw the Chorus Kids staring at him.

"Do you need something?" He asked, lifting his head up and looking around for a savior. Nobody was within shouting distance.

"Your attention," said the Chorus Kids. They bowed. "Mr. Leader, sir-"

"Just Villager, please."

"Then call us the Amazing Orchestra."

"I definitely won't."

"Then Mr. Mayor Leader Villager, we wanted to ask you something."

Villager rubbed his forehead. "Okay. What?"

"We'd like you to join our alliance," said the Chorus Kids. "Would you want to?"

"Who's in the alliance?"

The Chorus Kids looked at each other. "Uh, us. Bowser Jr. Lucina and Charizard definitely seemed interested. With you, we'd have the majority!"

"Uh huh," Villager nodded. "Definitely interested, is that right?"

The Chorus Kids nodded rapidly. "Exactly! They were asking a whole bunch of questions wondering who was in it and what not. So, what do you say? It'd be great to have you!"

"I'll consider it," said Villager.

The Chorus Kids jumped and high fived each other. "Nice! We have him! Let's go tell him!" Without a goodbye, the Chorus Kids rushed off into the trees.

Villager blinked. "Wait, did I just agree to something?"

---

Bowser Jr, meanwhile, was badgering Banjo and Kazooie about the same idea.

"Come on!" He whined. "It'd be such an easy win!"

"See, it's not that we're opposed to an alliance," said Banjo.

"We just don't think you have the majority," added Kazooie.

Bowser Jr stomped his foot. "What, are you calling me a liar?"

"No."

"Yes."

Banjo glared at his partner. "We think you're exaggerating."

"I'd never exaggerate. Not in a million years!"

Before the partners could respond, the Chorus Kids burst out of the trees. "What do you want?" Bowser Jr demanded. "I'm busy convincing them to join us!"

"He's failing miserably, by the way," said Kazooie.

"We just want some guarantees before we agree," said Banjo.

The Chorus Kids bounced happily. "Villager said yes."

"He did?" Bowser Jr gasped. He turned to the others. "You two are dead to me. We don't need your stinking votes." He turned back to the Chorus Kids. "Good work! Let's go plan our attack!"

He and the Chorus Kids ran off, leaving the partners stunned.

"How rude," Banjo muttered.

"I know, right? Not even a thank you letter for our time."

"Handwritten, of course, with a chocolate."

"Wouldn't accept anything less," said Kazooie, shaking her head. "Well, I guess that's it for us."

"We had a good run," said Banjo with a shrug. "Although, I suppose we should talk with the others, see if this alliance is truly as strong as he claimed."

"I'd bet a thousand Jiggies they're out first."

---

Lucina and Simon found each other just outside camp. Simon tossed her an extra coconut he'd found, and they sat in a small clearing sipping the milk.

"How confident are you about our chances of winning?" asked Lucina. "I wonder if we eliminated Popo too early; his knowledge of the game could've aided us in the challenges if not in creating alliances."

"His impact was minimal," said Simon. "Notice none of his supposed partnerships lasted. Even Cloud and Charizard – who I assumed would be a permanent alliance – have made no moves."

"I think they still talk," said Lucina. "But I suppose that's a fair point."

"They haven't invited you into an alliance?"

Lucina shook her head. "I thought you'd been recruited."

"I haven't spoken with either of them," said Simon. He gave her a look. "In all honesty, no one has asked."

Lucina lifted her coconut and gave him a small smile. "Same here. It's odd, I think, not to be included."

"You especially, given your prowess in the first Immunity Challenge."

"I drew. I did not win."

"In a fight like that, merely surviving proved enough to us," said Simon. He shook his head. "The humbleness in this tribe is disappointing. Accept your strength. Harness it and prove yourself to be a leader."

Lucina raised an eyebrow. "I didn't notice you clamoring to be leader."

"It wasn't a task for me," said Simon. "However, like Cloud, I would've volunteered if there had been nobody else. I would've refused to have been under that child." He spat that last word.

"That child… actually, he's the only one to ask me to be in an alliance," she sipped more. "I didn't consider it an official invitation, given how ridiculous the proposition was. Charizard certainly refused. He made that abundantly clear."

Simon slowly nodded. "It doesn't surprise me that he'd be the first to act. His rashness is ridiculous. He refuses to accept that he's playing the game poorly."

"At least he's playing." Lucina shrugged. "I'm disappointed this tribe has been so passive. The last West Tribe had alliances decided at day one. Now, aside from Bowser Jr and the Chorus Kids, I've no idea what partnerships exist."

Simon eyed her carefully. "Cloud and Villager? Cloud and Charizard? You and Shulk? None of those exist."

Lucina paused. "I haven't seen Cloud and Villager together, admittedly. But none are official, as far as I've seen. Even me and Shulk. We've spoken a few times, but we've made no plans."

"Were you not going to?"

"The topic hasn't come up," said Lucina. "I'd like to discuss an alliance with him. You're welcome to join us, if you'd like."

"I'd gladly accept that offer," said Simon. He snorted. "It's nice to have an official invitation."

"Then welcome to our unofficial alliance."

South Tribe

After another delicious breakfast cooked by Isabelle, the tribe stayed at the dying fire. Their Tribe Leader noticed several eyes flitting from him to Bayonetta, and he knew their suspicions. He said nothing. Nobody said anything.

Finally, Incineroar let out a loud yawn and said, "Alright, do I want to be the first to say it?"

Ken jumped slightly. "Oh, right, we have mouths. I thought it was a staring contest."

"You'd lose," said Mach Rider.

Ken raised an eyebrow. "I think I'd have an unfair advantage. Can't see your eyes, you know."

"Would I lie about something so trivial?"

"No, don't distract us!" said Dark Pit. "Get back to the original topic. Incineroar: go!"

"Hm?" Incineroar stretched. "What topic?"

Dark Pit sighed. "What were you going to say?"

Incineroar started picking at his teeth. He picked out a bit of food and flicked it away. "Nothing really, I just wanted to get the conversation going."

"Yes, Pittoo, you seem rather eager," said Bayonetta. "What were you so eager to discuss?"

"Don't call me Pittoo," Dark Pit muttered. But he didn't pursue the point. That, instead, fell on Shadow, who leaned forward.

"Tonight is Tribal Council. Who have you decided to eliminate, Metaknight?"

"That is something I will not discuss with you," said Metaknight. "I will not decide your votes."

"No one you want to target?" asked Shadow. "No one who you feel is bringing the tribe down? No threats, either?"

"I will not discuss that with you," Metaknight repeated sternly, eyeing him down.

Shadow stood up and motioned toward the jungle. "Perhaps in private, then? Unless you had something to hide."

"This is not a game you want to play."

"Yes, I think it's wise not to press the matter," said Chrom. "I believe there are much subtler ways than interrogating him in front of the tribe."

"Who would you discuss it with?" asked Shadow, ignoring him. "Bayonetta, perhaps?"

"No. Nobody."

"Come now, Shadow, you're being ridiculous," said Bayonetta. "Would you like to spill your secrets for the tribe to hear? Let loose your tongue."

Shadow stared at her. Then he turned to the rest of the tribe. "Bayonetta comes to his rescue, as if we didn't need more proof. These two are in an alliance."

"Brilliant deduction," said Bayonetta, clapping slowly. "I fear you've made a poor choice if you believe us to be embarrassed."

Shadow ignored her as well. "Don't flock to them for an alliance; they'll use you and discard you far before the end. They'll hold all of the power, and the rest of us would be nothing but fodder." Then he turned to Bayonetta, staring her in the eyes. "We don't fear you. You're easily toppled." Then he teleported away.

Silence after that. Everyone glanced at each other. Finally, Dark Pit muttered, "That… was not how I expected that revelation to go."

Isabelle raised a sheepish hand. "If it helps make anyone else feel better, I didn't know."

Incineroar chuckled. "Don't worry, little pup, I was clueless."

"I hadn't expected the secret to last forever," said Bayonetta with a casual shrug. "I doubt many of the alliances were secret last time, either."

"They certainly weren't," said Metaknight. "Lucario played his hand extremely quickly and took over the tribe before we were to eliminate Peach. Only the foolish were blindsided."

"Well, you don't have much say, given you were in his alliance," said Ken.

"It was an obvious play," said Metaknight.

"Because of your strength, correct?" asked Mach Rider.

"Because Lucario did not want to recruit our Tribe Leader – Link – and he wanted to recruit those who would benefit him. Given Pichu, Peach, and Mr. Game and Watch were the three outliers, it was an obvious play."

"I love listening to you talk about him," said Inkling, grinning. "Like you loved him!"

"Hush, there's plenty difference between love and respect," whispered Isabelle.

"The guy's a legend," said Dark Pit. "It's a shame he didn't win."

"You voted for him, right?" asked Incineroar.

"In the end, yes," said Metaknight. "In my eyes, Bowser didn't play as well. He made fewer enemies but fewer friends. I disliked Lucario, but it would've been a disservice to the game to choose Bowser over him."

"So, what's your opinion that Bowser won in the end?" asked Ken.

"It was a disservice," said Metaknight. "A mistake I would hope wouldn't happen twice. Whoever wins this game is one who played the best." He pointed off into the trees. "Announcing other alliances to the tribe is a poor play."

"Then he's our target?" asked Chrom. "Is that what you're suggesting?"

"I wouldn't oppose," said Bayonetta. "He spoke as if defiant."

"Well, if he's right, Tribe Leader and intelligent, powerful witch," said Ken. "That's a good team, from this unbiased man."

"As I said, I will not influence anyone's decision," said Metaknight. "Vote for whomever you feel would benefit the tribe."

"The tribe," repeated Mach Rider. "Not us as individuals."

"Of course not," said Bayonetta. "We're a tribe before we're individuals. We do not have to compete against each other. We have to defeat three other tribes who're no doubt infighting in their attempts to survive."

"Unity is noble," said Chrom. "Unfortunately, I feel it's futile."

"Eventually, it will be," said Mach Rider. "Not now."

Metaknight nodded. "Everyone else will be attempting to eliminate those who do not belong, who instigate fights, who sabotage and distract, and who are weak. Aside from Shadow, I do not see the rest of you as doing any such thing."

"You're doing a terrible job at not influencing us," said Inkling. "All I hear from you is: 'Vote for Shadow'."

"Then vote for Shadow," said Incineroar. "He made it easy for us."

"Which is strange, because he seemed much smarter than that," said Dark Pit. He shook his head. "No idea what he was thinking."

"Well, if we survive tonight, then you should ask him," said Inkling. "I bet he's got a brilliant story."

Bayonetta gave Metaknight a knowing look. "Indeed," she whispered. "Much smarter."

Metaknight glanced at the trees. He could see a black figure in the distance above the treeline, watching them. What was that figure thinking? What was his plan? He didn't accomplish his mission, whatever that was. Did he?

Immunity Challenge

The tribes were called to the center of the island in the midafternoon once again. They arrived at around the same time, now used to the twisting paths that weave through the jungle. As they stood on their mats, Master Hand floated above them, circling from each tribe in turn.

"Today's Immunity Challenge, survivors, is an interesting one," their host began. He waved himself at a giant pile of coconuts that rested in a large wooden crate. "A celebration of sorts for surviving your first few days. A rare reward in addition to Immunity. What you will be doing is gathering these coconuts and placing them in the crates by your mats. You will go one Survivor at a time carrying as many as you can as fast as you can. You can only collect coconuts in one trip, and if you drop any, you cannot pick them up, so do not carry more than you can.

"There will be ten trips, but if you would like to optimize your chances of survival, allow the strongest to go more than once. However, there is a catch. The first tribe to have ten Survivors hold onto and release coconuts will call the challenge for everyone. This can mean that if a tribe gets a significant lead, then they can call their remaining tribe members forward, pick up, and drop a coconut until they've reached ten – even if that is the same member – and that will end the challenge for everyone. There is a strategy to getting an early lead."

"So the opposite remains true," said Bayonetta. "It is wise for us to use all of our stamina immediately."

"In a way, yes. However, that is only an option. We could have the challenge conclude with each tribe getting nine and one tribe getting ten. It is up to you and your strategies. So, we'll give you all a few minutes to discuss, and then we will begin."

Falco shot his hand up, and Master Hand immediately turned on him. "Yes?"

"You mentioned a reward?"

"Ah, yes, of course. The three tribes who do not lose – which is to say, the tribes who do not have the fewest number of coconuts in their crate at the end of the challenge – will be able to carry half of their coconuts back to camp to enjoy. A small feast, if you will. Nothing filling, but a treat."

"So that's what happened to all of our coconuts," said Ryu, shaking his head. "Wasted on a challenge."

The tribes huddled together to discuss strategies, and then the first four – Little Mac, Incineroar, Ridley, and Charizard – came forward.

"As expected, powerhouses first," said Master Hand. "Survivors ready? Begin!"

The four rushed forward. All but Incineroar arrived simultaneously, and they gathered as many coconuts as they could – Little Mac with four, Ridley and Charizard with five – and ran back. Little Mac slammed his into the crate and rushed forward again, while Ridley and Charizard set theirs in and stood aside for Ryu and Bowser Jr to come forward. Incineroar finally arrived, took five, and made his way back.

Little Mac arrived for a second time and took four again, while Bowser Jr started stuffing as many as he could fit into his Koopa Clown Car. Ryu gathered a hefty five as well, but as he ran back he stumbled slightly and dropped two. Incineroar managed to carry all five back, and Shadow teleported instantly. He took three, teleported back, and set his in.

"After two rounds," said Master Hand as quickly as he could. "North with eight; South with eight; East with eight; West with five but Bowser Jr has about twelve in his car."

"Is that legal?" asked Falco.

"None of them have touched the ground, so yes," said Master Hand, as Bowser Jr arrived at the crate and started sliding coconuts into the crate. "We'll allow survivors to carry telekinetically. I see no reason to disallow this strategy."

Bowser Jr managed to fit ten in the crate, and with the obvious strategy spontaneously discovered, he drove his car back to the pile. Little Mac again had already run forward, gathered another four, and threw his in twice by the time Bowser Jr arrived. Meanwhile, Mach Rider ran to the pile and took five, and King K Rool slowly charged and grabbed five.

Little Mac threw his into the crate and ran again. Mach Rider threw his five in, and Ken took his place. King K Rool set his five safely down, and Mewtwo teleported to the pile. Ken took five, dropped none, and tagged Bayonetta in. Mewtwo took four telekinetically, teleported back, and substituted in Rosalina, who flew forward. Bowser Jr finally threw in his second pile of twelve, although only nine made it this time.

"Little Mac just arrived with his fifth round," said Master Hand. "This leaves the totals at twenty for the North; eighteen for the South; seventeen for the East; and a whopping twenty-four for the West as Bowser Jr is driving his car again."

Although his tribe protested, Little Mac ignored them and ran for his sixth. Bayonetta grabbed just two and ran back; Rosalina managed to gather three, and Bowser Jr arrived at the pile to grab another dozen.

Little Mac slammed another four into the crate, stumbled forward, and collapsed, exhausted. Isaac and Corrin grabbed him and carried him back to the mat while Falco sprinted to take his place.

"You did well," whispered Corrin. "Greninja, help?"

"Not slimy water, please," Little Mac whispered, but Greninja pressurized the air to create a small water shuriken and gently placed it in his mouth. Little Mac struggled, but he swallowed the water and closed his eyes. "Thanks."

Chrom grabbed another two for the South Tribe, while Wii Fit Trainer managed to stuff four in her arms. Bowser Jr placed ten in his crate and came for another round. Falco grabbed two and ran back.

"The North Tribe has reached seven trips, and they currently have twenty-six; the South Tribe has just hit six trips with twenty-two; the East Tribe has six trips as well with twenty-four; and the West Tribe has only four trips but a significant lead of thirty-four."

At hearing that, Shadow pushed Metaknight aside and teleported to the pile. Richter had already run forward, so Mewtwo couldn't respond for the East Tribe. Meanwhile, Falco had gone for his second trip, and Bowser Jr drove for another. Shadow arrived instantly, grabbed two, and teleported, set his in the crate, and teleported back to the pile. By the time he'd done it twice, Falco threw his in his crate for an eighth trip.

Meanwhile, Richter had managed to grab four coconuts and started toward his tribe. He felt a sudden lightheadedness, and he stumbled forward. He slid against the dirt and sent all of his coconuts flying.

"Get back to us!" King K Rool shouted. "Hurry, you fool!"

Richter pulled himself up, seeing blackness swallow his vision, and he coughed through a dry throat. What happened to him? Why is he so weak?

Meanwhile, Falco had come for a ninth time with another two, Shadow had come back and forth once again, and Bowser Jr had shoved another eight into his crate.

When Shadow teleported, the other tribes gave up. They'd been keeping count. Richter finally arrived at his tribe's mat, and Mewtwo teleported to the pile. He glared at Shadow, who gave him a smirk. Mewtwo tried to gather as many as he could, but Shadow merely teleported back to his mat with a single coconut and tossed it away, not bothering to aim at the crate.

When he saw this, Master Hand announced, "The South Tribe has swiftly reached their tenth trip! All coconuts must be set down. No more can be added." Mewtwo set his in the pile, Falco tossed his back, and Bowser Jr tossed his into the dirt. Master Hand floated over every crate while several Miis tailed him, tallying. After a few minutes of silence as everyone recovered from their runs, the Miis returned to Master Hand.

"The final tally: The North Tribe has thirty; the South Tribe has thirty; the West Tribe has forty-two! These are your three winners, and they will take to their tribes half the number."

The respective tribes cheered and congratulated their heroes. The East Tribe, the odd ones out, waited for Master Hand to announce their fate. "Yes, unfortunately, with Richter's fall, East Tribe, you've only gathered twenty-four. You'll be following me to Tribal Council tonight, and the survivors will arrive at camp tomorrow without a reward. Unfortunate, but that is the way of Survivor. So, if you will, follow me."

While the winners continued their celebration, the East Tribe left the clearing empty-handed, knowing they were about to lose one of their own.

Tribal Council

The tribe arrived single file, each collecting a torch from outside the ruins. They lit the torches alight and stabbed them into the dirt as they sat along the two rows of logs. Master Hand floated at a wooden podium across from them, illuminated by the yellow embers.

"Welcome to your first Tribal Council, East Tribe," said Master Hand. "Tonight, there are ten, but once the votes are cast, there will only be nine remaining. The torches in front of you represent life, and as the light is snuffed out, so too are your chances of becoming the Ultimate Survivor."

Some Survivors studied their torches carefully. Pac-Man dipped his torch back into the fire to relight it, giving Master Hand a cheeky smile.

"Didn't want to die, you know?"

"As is standard, I'd like to ask you all a few questions about your tribe. The challenges you've faced. Your opinion of your tribemates," said Master Hand. "No matter what agreements you've made with your alliances, nothing is set in stone until the votes are cast. Anything you'd like to reveal, now is your time to make your voice heard."

Silence followed this, so Master Hand continued, "Very well. I will initiate. Mewtwo, as the returning veteran, how do you feel this tribe compares to your old?"

"This tribe is far more competent," said Mewtwo. "Further, it has a strong leader to help them along."

"An extremely strong leader," agreed Master Hand. "One we've had to nerf twice in order to compete fairly. How has your chip been treating you?"

"Fine," said Mewtwo. "I am used to my limited powers."

"No mind reading, right?"

"I've never mind read in either competition," was Mewtwo's wooden reply.

Master Hand snorted, somehow. "Yes, of course. Still, if you're uncomfortable, we can always arrange a modification. We don't want to burden you with a massive metal helmet like last time."

"That ridiculous thing?" said Pac-Man, snickering. "What a brilliant decision to completely destroy all his chances last time."

"Robin, how do you view your tribe?" asked Master Hand.

"I'd like to believe we'll get along well enough," said Robin. "However, I believe some are attempting to sabotage the tribe."

"Is that right? Do others share the sentiment?"

A few nodded. Master Hand focused on one. "What do you think, Ryu?"

"It's simple: we're being strangled. Wii Fit Trainer has taken it upon herself to limit our water intake."

"I'd like to argue that," said Wii Fit Trainer. "I've given everyone the water they need in order to keep strong-"

"Then why have I felt so weak these past couple days?" asked Richter.

"-While balancing our limited water supply," she finished.

"You don't believe your weakness is just an inability to adapt to this environment?" asked Geno.

"Nonsense," said Richter. "I've got all the signs of dehydration."

"Then drink more water," said Ryu.

"I'd love to," said Richter. "But when I tried, Wii Fit Trainer denied me."

"I gave you exactly-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Richter shouted. "Look, I need more. That's all. I need enough to survive. We all do. We don't need you to give us what you think, because you're clearly thinking wrong."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," said Wii Fit Trainer.

"Are you?" asked Ridley. "It seems you're the saboteur we've been speaking of."

"Saboteur?" repeated Master Hand. "How do you suppose?"

"She's taken control of our water supply" said Ryu. "None of us asked her to do it. But when we've been at meals, she gives us half a cup of water, which isn't enough to keep us healthy. As a fitness instructor, she should be well aware of how much water we need, but she refuses to give us enough."

"The water wells are open for everyone," said Master Hand. "No one has sole control. Anyone can drink when they wish."

"This is a problem of complacency," said Mewtwo. "Hence why I've refused to build shelters and cook food for them all. They let a single person dictate what they get for the day."

Something clicked in Richter's head. He looked at King K Rool, who grinned at him. "Control of water?" He repeated.

King K Rool shushed him silently.

"Richter?" Master Hand asked. "Is that why you think you fell today? Because you were dehydrated?"

Richter blinked, tearing his attention away from King K Rool. "Well, yes, I guess. I should've asked for another glass like some of the others. My mistake. But I-"

"I'd also like to interject and say our plan was not optimized," said Robin. "We should've let Mewtwo teleport back and forth."

"Agreed," said Geno. "It would've been the best plan."

"Yes, but as I said before, you let a single player dictate your game," said Mewtwo. "I refuse to do that again. I could've guaranteed us an easy victory. I refused."

"Because you're just that nice of a guy, right?" asked Pac-Man.

"Because you are stronger than that," said Mewtwo. "You do not need me to win every challenge for you. I will not do that."

"Wise words from your Tribe Leader," said Master Hand. "I believe that's plenty of discussion for today. A lot of interesting opinions shared. We'll see if it's impacted your votes. Please, one-by-one, write your votes and place them in the voting urn. Let's let Mewtwo go first."

Mewtwo went up to vote.

"You are the true saboteur."

Rosalina went up to vote.

Geno went up to vote.

Ryu went up to vote.

"Do not believe you're safe because of your status."

Ridley went up to vote.

King K Rool went up to vote.

Robin went up to vote.

Wii Fit Trainer went up to vote.

Richter went up to vote.

"You think you're clever. You revealed far too much."

Pac-Man went up to vote.

When Pac-Man returned to his seat, Master Hand collected the voting urn and set it on the podium. He opened it up and looked at the tribe. "When the votes are read, the decision is final. The player with the most votes must exist Tribal Council immediately." He paused. "I'll read the votes."

He pulled out the first vote and flipped it over. "The first vote is for Wii Fit Trainer."

Wii Fit Trainer barely reacted, keeping a smile.

"The second vote is for Wii Fit Trainer." A pause. "As is the third." Then he pulled out a new name. "The fourth is for King K Rool. As is the fifth. The score is 2-3."

King K Rool glanced at Richter, who shot him an accusing glare. Then he looked at Ridley, who didn't acknowledge him. Wii Fit Trainer stared solely at Master Hand, keeping that smile.

"The sixth is for Wii Fit Trainer. As is the seventh. The eighth. And the ninth. The tenth and final vote is for Geno. With a score of 7-2-1, Wii Fit Trainer, you've been eliminated from Super Smash Bros: Survivor. Please bring me your torch."

Wii Fit Trainer stood up, took her torch, and set it down next to Master Hand. Master Hand placed two fingers onto the flame to snuff it out. Wii Fit Trainer gave the tribe a large wave.

"Good luck to you all! Never stop believing in yourselves!" Then she disappeared into the darkness.

"A much better farewell than last time," said Master Hand. "Although it seems like many of you held an identical opinion. Hopefully you're able to settle your water dilemma in time for the next Reward Challenge. Until then, have a safe trip, Survivors. I hope not to see you here again anytime soon."

With that, the remaining Survivors took their torches and left Tribal Council, feeling simultaneous heaviness and relief in their hearts.

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"What a shame I couldn't compete longer," said Wii Fit Trainer in an overview as credits played. "Poor King K Rool, though. His plan didn't work. I hope he isn't eliminated anytime soon. I'd like for him and my fellow survivors to make it as far as they can. Go East Tribe!"