"I'm a little nervous about this last one', Bowser commented, 'I mean, Mega Man was already annoying on the battlefield before, so how are we gonna deal with him when he's an evil psychopathic maniac?".

Peach rolled her eyes at Bowser's exaggeration of the Blue Bomber Boy.

"Like-a we always do-a, Bowser: bomb-rush-a him if he gets-a to close for comfort", Mario responded softly from the small 'rock' the team was planning behind. Or at least, that was their plan. The only problem was that Mr. R was right in front of the door, ready to maul, torch, acidize, electrocute, or mince his enemies (just to name a few pain-infliction options).

Bowser looked a little skeptical about taking this blue death machine on, but that all changed when Mr. L walked out the door that Mr. R was guarding and began to talk to him. "Oh, uh, hello there. You must be Mr. R, the Count's new blue boy', he suavely remarked, striking his infamous 'L-pose', 'I'm The Green Thunder: Mr. L, as you probably already know from Count Bleck. So, he's studied up and taken advantage of my arch-rival Mario's friends, that being you and your other, ahem, co-workers. That's a surprise!".

Mario quickly took the opportunity to make his way out from the boulder and make a path from their hiding place to the door. He was almost there, when Bowser started making frantic signs from behind the rock, trying in vain to tell Mr. Videogame something. Peach tried to hold Bowser down, hoping that they wouldn't get caught, which turned out to be a ship that had long since sailed.

"Oh, going so soon, are we? Why don't you stay for a little bit more? Mr. R, show my, ahem, brother to his rightful place: death-row!", Mr. L snapped, turning rapidly toward Mario, who was in the process of trying to jump onto a small rising and falling platform, only to be grabbed by the back of his overalls by a quickly moving Mr. R.

"Mega Man! Let-a me go! Can't you-a hear me? WHAT THE HECK-A HAPPENED TO YOU AND-A YOUR FRIENDS". Mr. R gave Mario an odd look, as if to say, 'can you repeat that? I don't understand'. Mr. L giggled profusely as he ordered some lower level baddies to take care of Mario's other friends. "Oh, can't you see, you idiotic red dolt', Mr. L scoffed viciously, 'they work for Count Bleck now. Good luck trying to get through to him of all smashers. He's a robot for Bleck's sake. Now, toss him into the lava, Mr. R". The Super Destructive Robot took slow steps toward the nearest body of lava and held Mario right in front of him as Mr. L went to take care of Peach and Bowser.

"WOAH! That's-a hot", Mario yelled, dangling his feet above his molten demise. "Please', Mario pleaded quietly, 'Rock-a, buddy-bot, Mega Man, Mr. R, whatever you're-a called, you have to-a listen. This isn't-a you, you can't do-a this. Count Bleck-a can't tell you what to-a do, that's-a up to you. Please?! Your-a family and friends are-a worried about you back at Smash. Come-a home". Mr. R flinched a little at those last three parts.

Family?

Friends?

Home?

Right, he had those, back when he was Mega Man. He began to feel sorrow, which wasn't a thing he could feel right now, but he couldn't stop it. Just as he was about to break through this front, Count Bleck raced through the door and yelled, "BLECK! ENOUGH!".

Five heads whipped around to see that familiar blue face and monocle. "Mr. R! Quit stalling and drop him!", Count Bleck barked. Mr. R did just that, but he did it in such a way that Mario landed on a nearby lava-rock, out of sight from anyone. 'I knew it', Mario thought, 'you are still in there, Rocky. You, Sonic, PAC-MAN, please fight it. You can break free. I know it'. Mario then parkoured his way across the narrow platform. If he could tell Master Hand what was going on, he and the others might stand a chance.

Back in the area near Count Bleck's office, the count was cackling. "BLECK! Good job, boy!", he hollered in rejoice, wrapping his hand around Mr. R, who cringed in response, 'that accursed red plumber is dead, and it's all thanks to you". Mr. S and Mr. P ran up to congratulate their fellow delinquent, glad that he got recognition.

"Yay! We did it! We pleased the count!", Mr. P hooted delightfully. Mr. S looked over at Mr. R, expecting him to be acting similarly, but his friend looked oddly miserable despite his achievement.

"Hey, dude. Is something wrong? We won! Mario is dead, and you killed him. Why do you look so blue? Heh, no pun intended".

Count Bleck took notice of this and grabbed Mr. R's arm, dragging him off to the side. "He's right, you know', the Count questioned, 'wait, you didn't- did you feel remorse for that wretched thing?!" Mr. R just looked as blank as always and shook his head.

Then Mr. L asked, "So, what do we do with the pink lady and the dragon turtle". "BLECK! Oh, we can just lock them up. What's the worst that could happen", Count Bleck blew off. 'EVERYTHING!', Mr. R thought, 'everything can go wrong. That is a horrible idea!

This is Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom and the King Bowser of the Koopas! Why don't we just kill them like I, quote-unquote, did with Mario'?!

Angel is out! See you soon!