Whee! Thanks again to reviewers. This is actually hard for me to write! I try to keep it as suspenseful as possible. It isn't easy.

Chapter Three

Roy rubbed his head, and sat up. What the hell was he doing in this hall? He remembered being in the Cafeteria, but nothing after that. Standing up, he walked back to the Cafeteria and sat by his friends. He was surprised that his food was still hot. He felt like he had been out for hours.

"Dude, Roy, why'd you run off on us like that?" Link asked before gulping down his sixth glass of milk.

"Uh...I..." Roy stammered, trying to think of a good enough excuse. He couldn't say, "I saw a ghost!" because he had promised to stop the nonsense. Luckily, Young Link skipped up to him, holding a piece of paper.

"Look, Roy! I finished my drawing! I saw them again today, all together, around this table in the Library, and I got a good look at their faces," Young Link smiled proudly.

"What're you talking about, Link chan?" Zelda asked Link's younger self.

Young Link caught the dangerous glint in Roy's eyes and replied cheerfully, "I wanted to practice drawing, so I found some books with some art I could copy and practice with. They weren't there before because someone had checked the book out already. But I finished my drawing!"

"Can I see?" asked Link.

Young Link put the paper behind him. "No," he said defiantly. He was acting so cute; the others tried to refrain from laughing. "Only Roy."

"What's so special about Roy?" Marth ruffled his friend's hair.

"He doesn't make fun of my art like you guys do."

"Link chan, we haven't seen any art that you've done," Samus spoke.

Young Link said, "That's because I don't show you." Nodding triumphantly, he turned his paper at a certain angle to show only Roy.

They were sloppy stick figures, barely resembling anything more than circles and lines. The first one, a messy blob of blue, had a "1" next to it.

"What are these numbers?" Roy queried quietly so only Young Link could hear him.

"The number of times I've seen them."

The next, scribbles of gray and black, had a "3" next to it. The next one was a stick figure with what appeared to be wings, but Roy couldn't tell. It was too messy. It had a "2" next to it. The list kept going, with about ten more figures, and at the end, there was a stick figure, with a "19" next to it. Roy assumed this was the ghost that asked Young Link the questions.

"You've seen her the most?" Roy inquired.

Young Link nodded. "She scares me the most, too. She's pretty, though. Just weird. She's always asking me to come to her, but I say no. I think she's trying to kill me."

Roy patted the Kokiri boy on the head and let him run off. Roy wished he was as brave as the boy. He knew Link carried the Triforce of Courage (Link had told them confusing story when they met) and could probably face anyone. Roy was shaken up a bit, and shivered slightly. The others asked what he had drawn as soon as the boy left; Roy answered it was just stick figures.

The next morning, Roy woke up, yawned comfortably, and sat up. He blinked a few times to focus his vision on his beloved sword - but saw nothing. He blinked again. He couldn't believe it. Leaping out of bed, he scoured his room.

"Damn it! I swear I left it here last night!" Roy cursed and threw open his door. He had slept in his tunic last night so it didn't matter. He hammered on Marth's door. "Marth! Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! Dude! My sword is gone!"

Marth threw open the door suddenly, arms crossed. "This isn't funny. It's five in the morning."

"I'm not kidding! My sword is gone! What about yours! Is Falchion there?"

Marth rolled his eyes and walked back into his room as Roy followed.

"Yes, it's here; why wouldn't it be...?" Marth's eyes landed on the empty holder. "No...way..."

"Crap! Yours is gone, too!"

The two swordsmen rushed to Link's room. They both banged on his door, and since he opened it so suddenly, Roy accidentally smacked him in the face. Roy ignored this and cried, "Link! Our swords are gone!"

"What? What the hell? Dude, guys, I'm really tired...this a bad time to pull this off..."

"Check yours! Check yours!" Marth cried repeatedly and shoved Link back into the room.

"Goddesses! You guys are so annoying..." Link did a double-take at his empty closet."...my sword! My shield! Shit! Everything is gone!"

Within minutes the whole mansion was awake. Numerous Smashers noticed their things missing: Samus lost her suit and the gun that attached to it, Fox and Falco lost their blasters, Young Link lost the same things as Link, Zelda (or Sheik, rather) lost her needles, and the Ice Climbers their hammers. The mansion was scoured for the items, but nothing was found. They searched all day, finally giving up. The others who did not carry items, but used their own powers, comforted the ones who lost their things. Roy noticed Ness and Mewtwo standing nonchalantly in the corner. Roy looked hard at both of them, and Ness's voice came to his head.

What is it, Roy?

You guys took them, didn't you?

Now Mewtwo joined. We did no such thing. We have no use for the weapons.

You don't, but we do! We need those!

We didn't take them,Ness said shakily.

Well, can you explain why they're missing? Who the hell would take them?

All in good time, Roy. You shall see. Mewtwo closed the connection. Roy still glared at the two as Ness and Mewtwo continued to talk silently. Standing up, he spoke, "Has anyone told Master Hand?" Several people shook their heads. Roy nodded to them and went to the Hand's office. The floating glove was almost always in there. But right now no one was there. "Master Hand?" Roy called. No answer. Suddenly, Kirby's shrill voice cried out, "I found them!"

Numerous Smashers leaped to their feet.

"You found them?"

"All of them?"

"Did you find our hammers?"

"I found everything! They're all together! In the Library!" Kirby led the way. They all flocked to the Library to the very back, where conferences and meetings were usually held. On the table lay several things, covered and wrapped in white cloth. Fox approached first, using his senses to see if anything was wrong. Everyone assumed nothing was wrong when Fox unwrapped his blaster from the white linen and inspected it. He jerked a nod to the others as he tucked it by his side. The others moved in to collect their things.

"What the hell are they doing wrapped in this stuff?" Roy muttered as he took his Sword of the Seals out.

"It's almost as if someone were preserving them," Marth observed. "You know how back at home, we covered things so the dust wouldn't get on it?"

"Well, who would take our weapons and wrap them up in cloth? That's bullshit!" Roy murmured as he put his sword in it's sheath. Marth and Link did the same. After everyone had received their weapons, the cloths were folded up and put away in a closet. Roy still couldn't help glaring at Mewtwo and Ness. They refused to meet his gaze, but he knew they were somehow behind it.

GASP! Who took the weapons? Who's the freaky girl Young Link keeps seeing? Why is Mewtwo and Ness acting so funny? I don't know. Really, I don't.