Oh man! Sorry about the lack of updation folks! Been a little busy; not to mention I'm going for a job interview on the fifth! I hope I get it; I need the money! XD

Falco: Enough with your personal life!

Hey! I'm informing the good readers here why I had to delay this! So meh to you!

D.K.: What about all the video gaming?

Yes yes, I felt the desire to play and play rather than write and write, but I'm back! So no worries! And now Falco and D.K. will shut up, and Pikachu will disclaim!

Falco & D.K.: EEP! O.o

Pikachu: RoyalFanatic doesn't own us, SSBM, the Devils or their King, but she does own The Demon King, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed eventually, the Hands' true forms, the angels and the demons (unless they're specifically made by one of you guys), and the Underworld Realm.

Oh yes, one of you guys wanted to know the OC count, right? I'll be happy to do that. We have…two angels, one goddess, and…five demons; one of them actually being Nox's heir! I'm glad someone decided to go with that, but nevertheless, that means I don't own Nox's heir. Oh well. For the angels and goddess, expect them in the next fic, in the tournament. For the demons, well, they'll have some time in the spotlight; then expect them in the tournament. As for the heir…well, we'll see what happens… ("Innocent grin")

Pikachu: Away chapter seven! Check out the happenings…and decide for yourself if they're funny or sick. XD

Things had gotten stranger…a thick feeling of insanity covered the mansion.

Young Link, of course, noticed this. Mewtwo and Ness were disturbed by it. Master Hand also knew this as well.

The Pranksters had split and roamed through the dorm halls, finding someone to prank; however, Young Link noticed that the door to Marth's room was slightly ajar. Finding it strange, since none of the smashers kept their door's ajar anymore, the boy walked over to it and opened it.

He let out a gasp, and slammed the door. After looking to make sure no one saw his strange behavior, he took off for Master Hand's office.

"What is it, Young Link?" The glove asked after allowing the slightly panting boy in.

"It's Marth's room, sir," Young Link replied. "I found the door ajar, and decided to peek in. The entire room was destroyed!"

"Destroyed?" Master Hand asked. Young Link nodded.

"I think you should see yourself," He said. The glove nodded, and they both left the office.

"Have things gone out of whack to you, or is it just me?" Falcon asked anyone as he, Bowser, Falco, Ganondorf, and D.K. were playing poker. They were in the living room of the mansion, playing on one of the card tables. Not too far away, Mewtwo snorted.

"Let me guess; you're drunk again?" He asked.

"No; I so happen to be sober. I fold!" The racer threw his cards in before turning to Mewtwo angrily. "I can back my claim; I saw Marth recently, and he's acting strange."

"What do you mean strange?" Falco asked. Roy, who was sitting on the couch watching T.V., turned to the table.

"He doesn't get angry anymore," Falcon replied. "Or surprised. He either has this strange passive look on him or an insane-type grin."

"I noticed that too," Bowser said. "Every single time I see him, he's looking as if he's calculating something or is laughing his ass off. And it's not a normal laugh either, I can tell you that."

"Where was he last?" Roy asked Falcon. "I didn't see him at all recently."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're worried now," Falcon replied. "He was hacking away at wireframes last I saw him, and that was probably half an hour ago; don't know if he's still there or not."

"I'm not surprised," Bowser said. "Those wireframes are evil bitches and bastards; I'll probably go kick them around some after a few more hands. Give me two."

"I'll take one," Falco said. Ganondorf, the dealer, dealt the Koopa King two cards and the falcon humanoid one. "But wait, he doesn't get angry? Even in battle?"

"Not that I see anymore," Bowser said. "He just laughs that freaky laugh and blasts his opponents away. And I overheard Link's younger self talking to Hand; apparently Marth's room was totaled by someone or something."

"I better go see what's up…" Roy muttered, taking his leave.

"Totaled? Wow. How bad?" Ganondorf asked, dealing himself three cards.

"Enough to scare the kid, apparently," Bowser replied. "And all this has been happening ever since that crap he spat out two days ago."

"You mean about Demon King?" D.K. asked. "Hmm…maybe we were wrong?"

"That's what the kid said too," Bowser said, frowning. "If we were wrong, well, it's too late now. He's turned into a psychopath, and there's probably nothing, if little, any of us can do."

Roy ran to the smash stadium, where the Target Test, Home Run Contest, and Multi-Man Melee were placed. Pacing the doors to the test and contest, he instead ran into the melee.

There was a small lounging area, with a couple couches and armchairs, and a large window to watch the smasher fighting against the wireframes on the Battlefield. Beneath the window were the challenge the smasher was doing and the counter and/or timer, depending. Next to the window was the door that led to the setting controls and teleporters.

Roy looked to the window first; sure enough, Marth was still there, battling the frames. He was in his red uniform, a uniform he only wore to the two three on three tournaments, which surprised Roy. The red haired youth then looked to the challenge; Cruel Melee…and 999 defeated.

Yet Marth didn't look tired at all, and was still eliminating the frames as if they were nothing more than flies. He had to have defeated over one thousand of the cruelest wireframes! He fought with both angelic magic and his normal and special attacks. He has his wings out, but didn't use them. He was fighting with his back to the window, but soon had to turn around. He caught sight of Roy, and stopped. A male wireframe used the opportunity to grab and flung the angel off the arena. He made no attempt to get back, and the Melee ended.

Roy was surprised by his brother's actions, but more surprised with the look on his face. His eyes had a strange, insane glint to them, and seemed to hold something deeper. His face had that passive look that Falcon and Bowser were talking about; he didn't even look happy to see him!

"Heh, Roy." The pyro swordsman turned and spotted his brother, a grin on his face. Yet it was different from the one he usually wore; it indeed had an insane twist to it. "What brings you here?"

"I…well…I heard you were acting strange," Roy said, frowning. "Is it true?"

"Well, that depends on what you thinks is "strange"," Marth replied, shaking his head. "Although "strange" is such a strange word, isn't it?"

"I…I guess," Roy hesitantly agreed. "Is…something wrong?"

"Something wrong?" Marth asked, with a chuckle. "Oh yes…yes, yeah, everything's wrong. Completely wrong…and it's so very, very so funny."

"Brother?" There was defiantly something different about the angel, something wrong. "Why are you acting so strange? Does it…have to do with the Demon King?"

"Everything leads back to the Demon King," Marth replied. "And the Demon King leads back to everything. And in the end, it all leads to nothing. No angels. No demons. No devils. No Gods. No Goddesses. No Kings. No Queens. No mortals. No Renegades. No lights. And no shadows. And now I must be off. Good day, dear younger brother. Until we meet next, as time is so shallow and strange." With that, he teleported away.

Roy stared at the spot where his brother once stood, his head and heart racing in confusion, horror, and desperation. This was beyond what it seemed, and the general was determined to find out the true reason for his brother's new insanity.

Master Hand and Young Link, meanwhile, were still observing the destruction that was once Marth's room.

The bed had been cleanly cut in half; the sheets and pillows sliced and diced as feathers littered the floor. The desk was in pieces and slightly burnt on the edges. The computer monitor looked as if it was punched in, while the main part of the computer was hacked away. The clock seemed to have been burning before whoever wrecked the room grew impatient and decided to hack away instead. The scattered pieces were blackened and thrown around the room. The ceiling fan was torn apart and pulled out of the ceiling, hanging on by the cords that were still giving it power. The closet door was pulled off its hinges, the window was smashed; the pieces joining the feathers, and the shelves were destroyed. Sanctus Lancea, glowing a dull blue, was snapped in half and crossed in an "X".

Master Hand said nothing as he observed the damage. "Whoever did this had access to both sword and fire," He said.

"Sword and fire…" Young Link muttered. "You don't think I did it, do you?"

"Of course I know you didn't," Master Hand replied. He floated over to the closet to see the damage there.

Towels, robes, and casual clothing were cut cleanly in half, while the prince's usual blue outfit was shredded. The black outfit he rarely used for melees was also shredded, and ashes were beneath the hangers that once supported the prince's white and green outfits.

"Whoever did this was, or most likely is, good with the sword," Master Hand commented. He and Young Link exited the closet; then the room, closing and locking the door.

"Did…Roy do this?" Young Link asked. "It seems the clues point to him. But why?"

"No, I don't think Roy did it," Master Hand replied. "In fact, I think Marth himself caused all the damage."

"What?" Young Link asked. "Why would he?"

"Everyone's starting to notice it; I am as well. He's acting very strangely," The glove replied. "From his facial expressions, which have been reduced to either insane or passive, to how he speaks; it's much different than usual."

"Maybe it was—" Young Link cut himself off.

"It was what?" Master Hand asked.

"No. I'm sorry, I was thinking of something else," Young Link replied.

"Yes; I'm sure one of yours and the other Prankster's pranks wouldn't do this to him," Master Hand said. Young Link gulped and nodded. "Be wary of him, and try to find out why this happened. If you learn anything, let me know." Young Link nodded, and headed for the dining room. After watching the boy until he left his sight, Master Hand headed back to his office. Both sighed, knowing they had a job on their hands.

Yoshi: And that ends the chapter!

Marth: What the hell did she do to me? O.o

Falcon: Damn; you're whacked! It's funny! XD

Yoshi: Once again, RoyalFanatic apologizes for the update lack, and wants to thank Bow Down to the King for a reminder of an update.

Marth: If any of you feel she's taking too long, don't hesitate to send RoyalFanatic a PM asking for an update. Just don't sound too harsh, okay?

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