Okay, time for part three of this four parted "OMG! Marth's a NUTCASE!" part of the fic. XD

Pikachu: Oh brother… (Rolls eyes)

Falco: Heh heh, cool.

D.K.: Whatever…-.-

You guys are bothers, you know that? Well, except Falco. Anyway, yeah, here's chapter nine. And I had a HARD time with the chapter title…so… (Sweatdrops)

Falco: So uh…RF doesn't own us, SSBM, the Devils or their King, and your immortal OCs (including Nox's heir), but she does own The Demon King, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed eventually, Young Link's friend Bridgett, the Hands' true forms, other angels and demons, and the Underworld Realm.

Yup, so away chapter! Woo!

The journal was carelessly tossed back into the room; the angel did not care anymore if it was found or not. Maybe Young Link would show it to them; maybe he wouldn't. Of course they wouldn't believe him. Denial would prevent that. They say they were different than the rest of the world, those smashers; they said that…

…but in the end, they are the same. Such hypocrisy…

And that's what made him…angry…

Yes, he still got angry, despite never showing it in battle or when any of them were around. That anger caused the destruction of his room, as well as other, unnecessary things. And he was determined to show that anger to Roy…that accused boy who had dared played with him so!

But what serious consequence could he bestow upon them? What would he do to make sure they would never think he would kid about his sanity, when he actually had it, again? It had to be something terrible…something that would show them all…

…something…like death…

Yes…death; the final slumber. Of course, killing himself now would only force him down to the Underworld; even he knew that.

But that was made it…perfect…didn't it?

They would find the truth, he would end his life, and they would chase him.

Not only would he get his revenge, but the smashers would be delivered to the King's shadow, where it would get its own revenge.

Perfect.

But for now…he could only resort to inanimate objects, and the wireframes. The Multi-Man Melee became so much more…and it was all thanks to him.

He couldn't help but grin, even if it was merely that insane one that everyone was probably used to seeing. He'd been at it for four hours now, and they were watching him. Cruel Melee…to them it may be so, but to him…never…it did not deserve its name.

"Four hours, and he isn't even tired…" Bowser muttered with wide eyes. "Yeah, the count says 999, but how many did he really fell?"

"Who knows?" Falcon asked. "We just have to wait for him to tell us."

"How much longer will he be in there?" Peach asked, nervous. About what exactly, though, she wasn't sure.

"Who knows?" Falcon asked again.

"Is he still in there?" Roy, who just entered the room, asked.

"Yeah," Ness replied. "Any one of us would be smacked out of there in seconds…he can go hours. Hey, it just hit four hours thirty minuets!"

"I say he'll stop right on the five hour mark," Bowser muttered; Falcon and Peach nodding in agreement.

And he was right; around four hours, fifty nine minuets, and fifty odd seconds, the angel was grabbed and flung off. He made no attempt to get back, and landed just as the timer hit five.

Five hours…

When he came out, he looked fine. He looked perfectly fine.

"You so did not do five hours," Ness said, grinning, wanting to see his reaction.

"You were here the entire time," Marth countered. "Unless you believe your eyes as much as you believe your filthy denial."

"We're not denying anything!" Bowser roared. "You think you—"

"Then tell me this. I went five…yes…five exact hours in there. I killed exactly four thousand eight hundred fifty cruel wireframes. How can that be logical, even possible, in your little perfect world?"

"FOUR THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED FIFTY OF THEM?" All five of them screamed with wide eyes.

"Yes, I didn't stutter. I counted exactly as I felled," The angel said. "How could I have done that in your little perfect world?"

"You couldn't have!" Peach cried

"I couldn't have…that's right," Marth said, grinning that insane grin. "So how could it have happened? It's because you're living in your little denial world while reality is trying to show you your wrong."

"We're not denying anything!" Bowser roared again. "What are we denying?"

"The Demon King; he which is everyone and everything."

"The Demon King's dead," Roy muttered.

"Denial," Was all Marth could say. With a laugh, he teleported out of the room.

"He thinks he's so—!" Falcon couldn't find any words to say. "So—so—!"

"What if…he isn't lying?" Peach asked.

"Oh man, not you too!" Bowser cried. "First Young Link, now you? We didn't believe him before; what makes you think we'll believe him now?"

"Because I will confirm it for you," The five turned to the doorway; Master Hand and Young Link were standing/floating there. It was the glove who spoke. "I want you five to meet me in the Meeting Room. Emergency meeting; now."

Half an Hour Ago…

Master Hand said nothing as he flipped through the journal. Young Link watched him from the chair he was sitting on, also silent.

The two were in Master Hand's office. Young Link couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the journal, and showed the giant glove. It was proof, the boy had said. And he hoped the glove would see it too.

"I'm afraid I've been very thoughtless and careless for a long time," Master Hand finally said. "Certainly, I heard of the heir slowly becoming Queen, but to think Nox would still…yes, I've been careless…"

"But…it's not too late, right?" Young Link asked.

"I'm not too sure about that…" Master Hand said; if he could have, he would frown. "But nevertheless, we HAVE to try. Fortunately, I don't see any way we can lose him permanently, but still…"

"Let's show the others!" Young Link said. "This is the only thing that will back Marth's words; we have to show them!"

"Yes, we do," Master Hand said. "I'll translate this. Young Link…how did you know what the journal held?"

"Bridgett," The boy replied. Master Hand chuckled.

"I see," He said. "Well, let me get to work!"

The Meeting Room was a medium-big. There was a stage with a podium in the center, and in front of the stage were two long tables, each with thirteen chairs. They never got rid of Nana's chair; Popo could not bring himself to do it.

Master Hand now observed all twenty four sane smashers as they whispered among themselves. Of course they were wondering what was going on. Of course they were scared to hear about the Demon King's return. But the glove knew that in the end, the King wasn't coming to them…

They were going to go directly to him…

"Attention everyone!" He yelled. The whisperings went down.

"What's this about?" Ganondorf yelled out.

"I would like you to take a look at this," Master Hand said, gesturing to the journal on the podium in front of him. He grabbed it, floated over to Roy, and handed it to him. "Read, and pass it on." The pyro swordsman nodded.

"W—what! What is…?" Roy felt shock, realization, and horror.

"Yes, it is your brother's journal," Master Hand said. The other smashers turned to the two. "A record of his side of the tale. Of course, it seemed that my assistance was useless in your opinion."

"Well…uh…" Peach stuttered.

"If it wasn't for Young Link, I probably would've still been in the dark about this," Master Hand said. Everyone now looked over to Young Link. "Keep reading."

Everyone turned back to Roy as he kept on reading. Eventually, he reached where his brother wrote about his fate as a Renegade, and dropped the journal onto the table.

"But if…so that's…what he meant…" The general muttered.

"Let me see that!" Falco shouted, grabbing the book. "Hmm…whoa! Renegade info! Apparently, Renegade Angels are born from angels who want to save their families from out of control demons, since the Devil King doesn't have total control over them like the Demon King does. And…shit man! Marth's a Renegade too!"

Shouts of "What?" filled the air as Dr. Mario grabbed the book himself. "Demons were closing in on you and your mother, Roy. Marth wrote that his father felt he had no choice. By the look of things, he must've been guilted to become a Renegade."

"Like saying, 'Your mother and brother are in danger! You have to do this! You want them to live, don't you? You don't want to see them die…do you?'" Pichu asked. Dr. Mario nodded. "Yeah, I would've yelled and agreed to do it if I heard that!"

"He hates his father," Dr. Mario said. "And of course, I wouldn't be surprise. Hmm…he wrote that when he talked to Roy, he hinted about it."

"Yeah, he did," Roy replied. "He asked me if I would still love my father if he did something to him to save me and mother…"

"And?" Dr. Mario asked.

"I'm…not sure…" Roy finally replied.

"Let me see!" Mr. Game and Watch shouted. Dr. Mario passed the book on. "Hmm…wow! Royals of the Underworld have shadows that live down there; never to come up here or the upper realm!"

"Yes, that's true," Master Hand said. "Demon and Devil Royals, as well as Seraphim, cannot vanish for good. They have a shadow that can't leave their realm. From all those books you've read in your life, Roy, I thought you would've known that." Roy couldn't reply. Game and Watch kept reading.

"Hmm…stuff, more stuff…hey! The last entry! Dude, that's not cool! He accepted the King's power…and now is insane. Well, we saw the insane part!"

"Which means he's a Renegade," Master Hand muttered. "After all, you forgot to mention, but Marth's Renegade job is servant/vassal for Nox. With Nox's power inside him, or should he start following Nox's orders, he becomes a Renegade."

"So…we were completely wrong," Fox muttered. "And now we'll have to pay for it, right?"

"Every action has a consequence," Master Hand said. "And that sentence is a Renegade Angel's god. They believe heavily on that, which is why they do what they do. They were forced to become this, if they aren't one of the few who chose this themselves, and everything changes. The ones they protect are now scared of them. They lose everything else. It just isn't worth it, is it?"

"Do you think he has a consequence for us?" Popo asked.

"Yes, I do," Young Link replied. He looked to the Triforce of Wisdom. "The roof top…a sword…with an insane grin, he points it to his heart." He looked up.

"NO! He can't kill himself!" Roy cried.

"We have to hurry!" Master Hand shouted. "Let's move!"

Falcon: So, we know the truth…and holy crap! THAT'S your idea of a consequence?

Marth: Well, if you read the first part of the chapter, yeah.

Yoshi: True there…what will happen? Oh man! This is getting exciting!

Marth: It all comes together, and of course, this just has to happen. How will it all play out?

Falcon: REVIEW!