A/N: Sorry for the holdup. Kinda busy with other stuff.

Kirby buried his cat alone, in an area surrounded by shrubs and wild flowers. Of course, he had only known Mister Fudge for a couple of days, but he had grown attached. He paid his respects, and left. Kirby moped around in his room that night, without a friend, and without a cat.

Meanwhile...

"Augh... God... My head..." Roy awoke from his coma, picking himself up from the ground, which was muddy from the rain. "What the hell? Wasn't it sunny?!" He puzzled over the sudden change in weather, but then decided to leave it be. He looked up at the dark sky, then down at his watch.

10:00 P.M.

"Wow... I must've been out for a while." He rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head. "Stupid angel..." Roy scowled at the thought of him. "Wait... I can sneak back in now! WOO!" Roy ended the conversation with himself with a loud cheer. "Time to get back into brawl!" He darted off towards the mansion, taking care to hide behind certain bushes for a sneaking effect. Poor Roy was almost to the mansion, when he tripped over a mound of dirt. "EEK!" He squeaked loudly. The walls of Smash Mansion were apparently thin, because about three bedroom lights went on at the start of this sound. "Oh no..." Roy picked his head up from the mud, he knew what was coming. Multiple voices were heard, all sounded annoyed.

"What the?"

"Pikachutup!"

"Who dares to awaken the captain of ALL falcons?!"

"Mama Mia!"

"Wah? Who's there?"

Master Hand and the rest of the smash gang came rushing out to meet Roy, who was feeling stupider than usual. The hand clenched.. um... his body in anger. "ROY!" He shouted. "I've already kicked you out! Must I--" He stopped, noticing what Roy had tripped over. Kirby noticed it too. " What is that you're laying on?" Master Hand questioned. "Oh..." Roy looked down. "I'm not sure..." He slowly got up. Layers of mud were lifted from the ground with his shirt, revealing the hardly recognizable carcass of Mister Fudge. "AHHHIIII AHHHHHH EHHHH!" Roy squealed in disgust. He wiggled around violently, flinging the mud from his shirt in random directions. "EW EWEWEWEWEW! CORPSE! DEAD THINGS! BLEEHHAAA!" He ran behind Marth, who was shaking his head in dismay.

"I can't believe we're in the same game together."

"It's..." Master Hand leaned closer. "It's a cat! ...And it didn't die from natural causes."

"Poor kitty!" Zelda and Peach sobbed.

"Wait... a cat?" A familiar voice was heard from the center of the crowd. Ness pushed his way into the scene. "I just gave Kirby a cat like... a while ago!" He ran up to the mound. Master Hand turned. "Kirby!" He called.

"H-huh?" Kirby inched his way in front of Master hand.

"Is this your cat?"

Kirby didn't need to check. He bowed his head down, and nodded silently. He felt pretty guilty about the whole ordeal.

"Did... Did you do this to him?" Master Hand leaned closer, as Kirby had begun to shrink back.

"Y-ye--"

"I did it." Someone interrupted Kirby in mid-confession. Then they stepped into view.