Chapter 15

As usual, Samus was wearing an extensive degree of armor that concealed her attractive body beneath a layer of steel. Wolf was disappointed in that, as he watched her grace the party with her usual air of indifference. Why couldn't she go as an Amazon Princess, or a strip dancer, or Eve? Even her Zero Suit, tight to her every curve, was preferable to what she had on now. It wasn't her usual power suit, which at least complimented her, however subtly. Rather it was a bit boxier in dimensions, lifts in her shoes elevated her already impressive height, and a pistol was strapped to her leg with a space-era looking rifle on her back. And it was green with silver and gold highlights, rather than orange and yellow with splashes of red.

"Hey there Wolf," Samus said. "Decided not to dress up?"

"I'm Fox," the grey canine said.

"What? Wolf what the hell is wrong with your voice?"

"No, I'm Fox."

Samus chuckled. "Gotta hand it to you Wolfie. Throwing your voice is a nice touch, but come on. You think I would fall for it?"

Pinching a handful of fur between his forefinger and thumb, Fox said one last time, "Its dye and a contact." He tapped the mechanical eye on the left side of his skull. "Fake, cool huh? Wolf is over there, he's going as me, and I'm going as him. Get it?"

"No, I don't." Samus looked to the corner, and noticed the orange canine that was standing at the opposite end of the social room, lapping on a cup of spirit. "I never noticed how much you two look alike. Almost the same height, almost the same build," she noted before starting off to Wolf. His tail began to wag when he realized she was coming to him. Typical Wolf.

"Hey there Wolf."

"I'm Fox."

Samus cocked fist, and Wolf lifted both hands in a submissive manner, chuckling lowly. "I give up, who are you?" he asked.

"Master Chief from the Halo universe."

"Never heard of him."

"How have you never heard of Master Chief?"

"Oh, he's that guy Arby hangs out with, isn't he? Why didn't you go as Arbiter, he's a cool guy. A little brooding, but that can be overlooked."

Samus shrugged, blushing beneath her helmet, uncomfortable.

"Now did you want something?"

"Just wanted to talk to you," she said. "I'm trying to make small talk."

"Wow, that's cute. You're trying to be sociable. Tired of being type-cast as the bitch?"

"I see you're still fine with being the asshole," she muttered, stalking away, but Wolf took her by the wrist and pulled her back.

"It's a nice costume," he admitted. "Must have taken a lot of work. Good to see some people still get into the spirit of things."

"Yours too." Samus spread his left eye socket between two fingers. "Glass eye?"

"Yeah, be careful or it'll pop out again. It is a bitch to get it in."

The door exploded in usual fashion as Mew came zipping into the room with her usual energy. "Why does she always do that?" Wolf muttered.

"What is she going as?"

"Jason Vorhees."

"Where did she get a hockey mask that small?"

"Don't know, but take it all in. I doubt you'll ever get another chance to see fetus/cat looking Pokemon dressed as a mass murdering zombie from a whored out movie franchise."

"She really is adorable," Samus smiled. The smile turned to a cringe when Mewtwo entered. He was hesitant, clearly self conscious, which given his costume wasn't surprising. "What is the clone going as?"

"One of Jason's cheerleader victims."

Samus blinked. "Wow," was all she could get out. "Gotta wonder what she got on him that would make him agree to that."

"Super cat may act tough, but he likes Mew enough she wouldn't have to blackmail him."

"Snake stop by?"

"Yeah, walked into the middle of the room, shouted, 'Attention duelists,' called me a dweeb and left. The most we can hope for I'm reckon."

Samus thought to herself. With a low whisper, she asked, "You talk to Lucario?"

"Yeah, he says he fell off the waterfall when he was meditating."

"Lucario doesn't fall."

Wolf shrugged. "When you don't sleep for days and train constantly, it's possible to just pass out. He's obsessive when it comes to training. He just collapsed, and lets be thankful that a dislocated shoulder and concussion was the worst of it."

Samus examined her lupine companion. "You don't think that, do you?"

"I don't know what to think. There's a glitch in the training program and Mewtwo gets the living tar beaten out of him. Lucario goes out training and falls down a waterfall, nearly drowning and getting pretty banged up. Might just be nothing, but I like my paranoia just fine."

"You don't still think its Link."

"Nah, Link is alright. I'm not to sure about Speed Racer over there."

"Speed Racer?" Samus asked. "My god, is that Falcon?"

"Don't make eye contact, or he'll start singing again."

Across the room was Zelda, who dressed in rags and claimed to have come as a peasant. She was trying to act nonchalant, but it was painfully obvious she was looking for Link. She gently pushed past Luigi, who was dressed as some sort of pirate armed with a slingshot, and Ness. His costume was quite intricate: a mask that looked something like an electric outlet, a blue shirt, white pants, and pink tennis balls on his hands and feet. He kept running around, throwing papier-mache bombs at everyone, then running away before they could cave his little skull. Pikachu scurried by. She had dyed her fur solid black, and stretched her long ears more circular with a pair of earrings. It looked painful, but she was dedicated to her costume, even trying to say a few human words in a chipper voice, rather than her name over and over again.

Where an ape could learn how to play music was anyone's guess, but Donkey Kong had an affinity for beats, and he had been elected the gathering's DJ. Fox gave a slight nod in his direction, and the ape slowed the music down to a low waltzing tune.

Link, wearing a tailored tuxedo and a black paper mask that covered the area surrounding his eyes approached her from some corner she had looked in. She recognized him immediately. He extended a hand in an obvious gesture, and Zelda took it. She wasn't sure when the dance floor had cleared out, but everyone was neatly lined along the wall. Even Ganandorf, though she noticed that Meta-Knight and Marth had their hands on their blade in threatening gestures.

"Our anniversary isn't for another three days," Zelda whispered.

"Yeah, but I can't wait to show you everything that Wolf taught me."

"Oh," she asked. "That's why you've been spending so much time with him?"

"Of course, what did you think?"

"Nothing," she said, cuddling close. "Nothing at all."

This is so dumb, possibly the fluffiest thing I've ever done. I can't believe this actually came out of me. But it was fun to write, and I hope that you all enjoyed it. A special thanks to everyone who reviewed, and everyone who gave me ideas for the Smasher's costumes. This may have worked better as a comic strip, but i tried to describe their costumes without breaking the flow of the story. Happy Halloween. By the way, I think I jumped the shark.

Oh, and I'm playing with a Christmas special. Maybe it'll appear, maybe it won't, probally not. I've put all my SSB stuff on hold and am working on a Halo fic. I'm going to have to come back to it to wrap up that whole, who's targeting the Smashers storyline, but I don't know when I'll have the inspiration to write that.