This author's note basically should restate the same thing the disclaimer in the previous chapter stated. Thanks for the previous reviews, how about some for this one, please? Rate and review... or else I'll lack inspiration and motivation to make further chapters...

Chapter Two : Revealing and Death

The root entangling the texture's shoes loosened, as he was pulled up rather forcefully by a small hand, yet nowhere near the same size of his, and was dropped back onto the floor as soon as the root came off. He was exhausted from his previous run as well as his newfound fear of the people that lived in the foreign land he found himself in.

He backed up against a nearby tree, leaning his back lightly. The splinter he received probably would have bothered him, if he weren't on the brink of unconsciousness. The textures in front of him continued to advance toward him, as he remained half-conscious, and half-unconscious.

Only the faint voice of a conversation reached his ears, before he gave into sleep, sitting up as he lazily closed his eyes.

"So, the idiot finally tired himself out, Tewny?" a voice said with little enthusiasm.

"Yes, Sir Rarth. I'll take the honors of killing him," this voice replied in a monotone, childish voice.

"Take off your cloak, getting it dirty will only give us more work later."

The shorter texture did as he was told, removing the dark cloth covering him. His clothes were seen under the moonlight, as well as his refined skin and eye color difference.

His hair remained light blonde, and his skin color; the same slight tan, the same. His black hat fell to the back of his tunic, which was as well, black. His undershirt was a darker-than-silver gray, and his leggings the same color, and his boots a sinister black. His eyes were a bright brown, pupils still large and resembling a cat. His sword would have been the same, had the hilt not turned white.

Removing his own, Rarth's colors were revealed as well. Skin a little paler than the original, and blood red eyes were the most noticeable, as well as his blue-now-black hair. Oddly, his outfit was the same, except for the black cape with red-painted designs on it. Probably for Halloween...

"Should we confiscate his cloak as well?" Tewny asked, voice beginning to have more emotion.

On sight of the other's nod, he ripped the cloak off of the 36th, grinning a little too big as he imagined the cloak to be the real person underneath. Colors were shown, as the moon ironically glowed brighter at the moment.

A major letdown, as the figure was not Lucas, Ness, or even another Toon Link texture. The man underneath was the pig-raised Wario, in all his fat glory. The two exchanged half-surprised and half-amused looks, before composing themselves once again.

Texture 36's colors were probably meant to resemble Captain Rainbow, as his clothes and everything else besides his face and fingers were colored beginning from red from his feet, and ending at violet at the top of his hat. It would've worked better on Captain Falcon, and would've looked more presentable if it hadn't gotten dirt smudges in it.

A miniature Master Sword hovered over the the hatted head, no signs of resistance coming from the unconscious figure below it. Occasional snores would distract Tewny, as he would lower it and raise it up once again, emitting bored noises from Rarth, who towered over them, waiting.

The raising and lowering of said sword continued for another five minutes, and the other texture was uncontrollably bored by then. The moon had sank, and the sun was now rising. Hating mornings, Rarth decided to end the simple slice that was needed to kill the texture before them.

Grabbing his perfect replica of the Falchion, he gently shoved Tewny over. He stood behind the Wario, positioning his sword at the correct area. Slow movements slurred from left to right, up and down, until he plunged his sword in one swift movement into Texture 36's shadow on the ground.

Waking up abruptly, Texture 36 froze in place, holding back a low scream that threatened to leave his mouth but was swallowed back down. He felt the pain that struck him in the middle of his spine, keeping him completely paralyzed, mouth agape. The two standing before him hid their small smiles by smirking it away, earning a scared look from the inferior below them.

Sadistically grinning, Tewny grabbed the Falchion by it's hilt, still stuck in the shadow, and began twisting it. It twisted and twisted, as it dug deeper into the ground, inflicting unexplainable pain to the owner of the shadow.

Muffled yells of pain and sudden gasps came from the victim, biting his tongue hard. His eyes widened, his mouth tightly closed as if he had lockjaw, and the beads of sweat that formed on his head excited the two killers before him even more. Eventually unable to take the twisting pain, he let out an agonizing cry.

Tewny left the Falchion right where it was, unsheathing his own sword once again with newfound want to murder the Wario texture before him. Inhaling a deep breath, he suddenly leaned forward in front of the texture, showing him a spiky-toothed grin, before his left arm moved in a blur due to speed.

"A cut there, here, over there!" he chanted to himself excitedly as he kept up the flurry of sword strikes all over the body of the 36th texture.

More muffled cries of pain came from the smaller, and Tewny backed away, sword dripping with crimson fluid and dripping to the ground. Rarth, having watched the whole thing, felt like toying with Wario by acting as if he had a bit of pity for the victim, and walked over to him. He kneeled down in front of him, taking his sweaty, midget chin between his hands and pulling up his face to look at him.

"Why are-a you doing this...?" he spoke in ragged breaths, his accent heavily heard.

"Because," he traced his sword's tip against the texture's chest, stopping directly where his heart was. "We absolutely hate you."

With those words, he pressed the tip through the blubbery chest, earning more pained sounds from the texture.

"You're too greedy for you're own good."

With more pressure, two more inches of the blade inserted itself inside, poking at a rib bone. By now, blood was pouring out of the wound in large quantities, and there was nothing Texture 36 could do due to the now-miniature-Master-Sword still lodged firmly into his shadow's spine, yet affecting him as if it were his own spine.

"You're too much of a pig."

The pool of red liquid below the two was beginning to flow downwards to where Tewny was standing, as Rarth dug the Falchion harder and more into the wound, slowly but surely cracking the rib bone through the middle. Immense pain could've made Texture 36 pass out right there, and he wished he would, but he stayed conscious.

"You're the outcast in every World."

Tewny meanwhile, had removed the sword in his back, grabbing it and sticking it through Texture 36's head. Once again agonizingly twisting it slowly and painfully, his eyes flashed red, hearing the terrible moans of pain that erupted from the texture. He would remove the sword, find another area, and stab, stab, stab! All he knew was that this wouldn't cause any physical damage to the real thing, but the pain was real.

"But most of all... you're pathetic."

Another sadistic grin plastered itself over the Marth impostor's face, as the tip of his sword actually touched the heart of the texture in front of him. His eyes darkened with bloodlust, as he moved the sword in a spiral as it pierced through his heart and out his back. His cries were not muffled anymore, and he yelled and screamed to his heart's content at the top of his lungs, the whole forest echoing with his sounds.

The texture didn't understand. The crippling pain that was giving him head trauma but did nothing, the paralyzed feeling he still felt, and the stinging of the minor cuts that covered his whole body from a previous short sword barraging him with attacks. He knew why he was feeling that, but what he didn't understand... was the burning feeling in his stomach.

His heart had been impaled by the sword, but it felt as though the sword were squeezing his heart, rather than actually going through it. Lungs burning, esophagus flaring, he wanted to die right then and there, but suffered instead. Practically going insane, he sat still as pain surged through every part of him.

By the time his heart seemed to quicken and slow down, he had already shut his eyes tight. Sweat and blood dripped down his meaty body, each drop that touched a cut made it sting even more. Eyes still firmly closed, the pain did not stop. Eventually having a seizure, his eyes rolled all the way up, mouth still agape, dripping blood as well. The pain did not stop until his pained lungs stopped inflating, his fractured heart stopping.

It wasn't until Rarth stepped back to watch the disgusting picture in front of him that Tewny withdrew the small Master Sword out of Texture 36's shadow, and he slumped back against the tree painfully as splinters spiked into his wound and the rest of his clothing that wasn't ripped from previous slashes.

Texture 36's cries died down, until they were nothing more than shaky breaths muttering regrets in life that were barely audible except to Tewny, who heard it clearly with his small but still Hylian ears.

"And I never got to tell them the truth..."

"What D&L was really planning..."

"The presents she gave away..."

"They made my counterpart..."

"Inside...eat...en..."

His voice faded, though they were already labored breaths, Tewny not paying any mind to what he said, but still repeated it all out loud for Rarth to hear.

"Interesting."

Such a blunt response, but it was all that was needed to be said. Both sheathing their blood-stained swords, Rarth approached the bloodied mess slumped on the now bloody tree, as well. He examined the figure for a while, before noticing the small writing on the texture's hand.

"WARIO COUNTERPART" was written in bold, black letters on the palm of the dirtied-with-blood-and-sweat hand. He thought for a moment of how that meant that he had been given a chance to live in the Brawl Mansion.

'Lucky bastard...' He muttered under his breath as he kicked a bit of blood-stained earth at the body.

The Brawl Mansion, also known as the Smash Mansion in some places, was where the original characters they followed orders by lived. Life there was like royalty, in fact, some living there WERE royalty. He touched his replica crown on his head, reminding himself that he was supposed to be a counterpart as well, but woke up one day in the Alternate World.

As a counterpart, textures could live side by side with their original selves as well as other originals, and textures that were famous enough because of Machinimas would give away their signed photos of themselves every once in a while.

Rarth was lost in his own thoughts, as Tewny continued to prod at the corpse with his finger, licking the red substance once in a while. He scowled at the taste, and walked over to Rarth, who was still reminiscing about his past. Tewny tugged at the end of his tunic, before tugging at his cape, Rarth not even budging, until the yells of "Another 36th texture came out! No, actually, there's a 37th!" became loud and clear.

Grumbling, he started to walk out the same way he came in the forest. He took one more look at the mess on the tree and ground, before muttering something to Tewny.

"Leave the next two to the others. We're the only night-killers, anyways."

Meanwhile, in another part of the Alternate World, two pairs of textures were already on the chase to kill the two newcomers.