Halloween is here again… which means one thing: An update from In Honor of Halloween…! So here is the first chapter of the installment! The next chapter will hopefully be posted the next day.
Chapters 1 and 2 were crap. Even I must admit it. They were not scary at all. But chapters 3 and 4 will be a step scarier.
Disclaimer: Don't own bragging rights to the game, the characters or even the story. Heck, I don't own anything in this story at all.
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Falco heaved a long sigh. It had been a long day, and he was anxious to return home. He'd had three matches that and lost to all three. He'd never felt so depressed and annoyed in his life. It wasn't like him to lose all three. His ego had been crushed amid all his fans. Smoldered into smithereens.
Right when his foot stepped into his tiny flat, a ball of yellow fur collided into his leg, and ricocheted backward. Then, it emitted a high-pitched squeak and as fast as lighting jumped into him.
Falco smiled at the electric creature. Pichu was the only animal that Falco liked immediately without getting to know first. He remembered the time when Fox urged him to go shopping for a pet. At that time, Falco was new to the Super Smash Brothers and wasn't getting along with anybody except for Fox.
When Fox suggested buying a pet so Falco could fit in more, Falco didn't want to go. But Fox persisted, so Falco went just to humor him. And the only creature in the shop that attracted him like a magnet was Pichu. It was the only animal that sparked interest. Among black cats, golden retrievers, vibrant green parrots, brown hamsters, the electric mouse was the only sight worthy of Falco.
Ever since then, Pichu and Falco had been best friends. Falco had even taught him to fight so that Pichu could fight in Super Smash Bros. Of course, Pichu was still quite inexperienced, but he sometimes he could even beat Pikachu, the only other Smasher Pichu idolized. Falco was always was protective over the little mouse and treated him more than a pet. He would share his troubles with Pichu. Sometimes, when Falco stretched out in bed at night and got scared or lonely, he would stick his wing out, and Pichu would lick it with its rough tongue. Like a cat's. The warm, nearly dry tongue never failed to reassure Falco and he would roll over and sleep like he'd never been scared.
That night, it was chilly. But there was no wind. It was silent and dead. Though the windows were open (Pichu was smart enough to open them on his own) no air seeped in. Everything was unnaturally still for a cold October night. The chiffon white curtains just hung loosely not even moving a nanometer. The silence was the type that you wouldn't dare to break.
Today, Falco did not feel like even taking a hot shower or even eating dinner. He was feeling too dejected for that. He sighed, and disrobed completely, and pulled on a bathrobe that matched the vibrant red color on his eyes perfectly. He picked up his pillow, and fluffed it before setting it down.
Then he went to bed. But he couldn't sleep.
He tossed.
Turned.
He could not sleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly and glanced at his one-room flat.
He saw his fireplace. The fire had been roaring before, but now it had been reduced to dying embers glowing a faint warning red against the darkness. Falco never really used to fireplace, but the heater was broken, and so Falco lit the fire only for Pichu. He didn't worry about having a fire accident because Pichu was smart enough to put it out.
Falco wearily swung his legs over the bed and slid his feet into matching red slippers. Pichu, who had been curled up in front of the fire opened one eye with a questioning look. But then his eyelid drooped, and he was sleeping once more.
Maybe if I read something, I'll be able to go to sleep. Falco thought as he reached for today's unread paper. He had been meaning to read it this morning, but Pichu had left him a "surprise" on the floor, and he'd had to clean it up, making him late for his match. Pichu wasn't fully potty-trained yet.
After getting back into bed, he switched on his bedside lamp and unfolded the paper.
Everything was silent.
He read about a teenager's car accident that involved drinking, a dead girlfriend and two friends in the hospital. The one who caused the accident apparently was unharmed.
"Lousy teenagers," he grumbled, although he guiltily acknowledged the fact that he'd gotten into a car accident because he was into drugs and other illegal things when he was a teen.
Next he read about yesterday's winner for Super Smash Brothers. The picture showed a black 2-D figure. Falco could tell that Mr. Game and Watch was beaming and felt a rush of pride for the 2-D. The poor fighter was the least popular of the lot, and he was every Smasher's pet. Everybody who was part of the Super Smash Brothers loved him and felt sorry that he couldn't ever get any luck at fame.
After reading about a millionaire's death and the dispute of who would get his money (Falco wished it were him) there was one article that caught Falco's eye:
Attention:
A patient from Nintendo's Mental Asylum has escaped from our premises. The patient, Dernowski, Norman is noted for killing three people. If you see the patient, please contact us immediately at 1-800-234-5678. Thank you.
-The Staff of NMA (Nintendo's Mental Asylum)
A chill ran down Falco's spine. He ran a tongue through his suddenly dry lips. He wished he hadn't read that notice. He was starting to get nervous. He always crossed the NMA building on his way to the Smash Arenas. In fact, the NMA building was very close to Falco's neighborhood. The building was a depressing gray color and looked unusually grubby. There was peeling paint, the windows were always dark. Once or twice, Falco could swear he heard a moan, or shriek, or wail that sounded inhumane.
He looked underneath the notice at a picture that showed Norman. He was quite a sight.
Dark circles underneath his eyes. One black eye looked dead and insane at the same time. The other was blind and a pale blue color and stared blankly through Falco's face. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning either. His black hair, though neatly greased back, still looked filthy and untamed. His skin, which was a sallow, sickly yellow, was stretched taut against his face and was heavily pockmarked. A long white pale scar ran down his left cheek.
Falco shuddered, rustling his feathers. He closed the newspaper and set it on the bedside table. Then he clicked the light off and settled deep within his bed, pulling the covers over him.
He could not sleep.
He was in a state of insomnia.
He shifted and turned his body so that he faced the wall.
And still he could not sleep.
Finally, he took his wing, stretched it back and hung it over his bed.
He waited desperately.
And sure enough the warm, nearly dry tongue came in contact with Falco's electric blue feathers. He could feel its roughness.
Reassured, and satisfied he turned around, with his eyes closed, still feeling the tongue of Pichu's on his hand.
He breathed a relieved sigh. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing.
He opened his eyes blearily, happily. He could see the fireplace and its dying embers. And a small round silhouette.
Yep… it looked perfectly normal. He began to shut his eyes. But then he opened them again. Wait…
What was that silhouette?
He was wide awake now and waited for his eyes to focus in the dark.
Finally, his eyes were in focus.
It was only Pichu! Falco sighed in relief. There was nothing to be afraid of.
It was only until he closed his eyes did he have something to worry about again. Falco never did pride himself on being able to pick up on things pretty fast. He was always quite slow at thinking of things. And this night was no exception.
If that's Pichu… then who is licking my… hand?
Falco did not even want to look down there.
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That's the end! And if you can't figure out who the person is… well… Um… Oh well.
Have a Happy Halloween and please review! I know this was quite stupid, but I had to type this in a hurry.
Oh yes, expect chapter 4 to be MUCH longer than this one. The next chapter is about 10 – 15 pages long (Somewhere around that figure). I'm sorry it's very long. :(