After a short hiatus to focus on other fanfics, I'm back to continuing my SSB stories. I'm not sure when this will end as I just update when ideas come to me. My other stories should receive more frequent updates. Not that any of you care.

Chapter 7: Don't Play With Fire

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Roy sat at the dining room table, his back hunched over while his head was a few mere inches away from the light in his hand. For goodness knows how long, the swordsman had been sitting there, ignited the flame and blowing it out. Every few seconds he giggled childishly and considerably loudly, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the mansion. Only Roy could be amused by such simplicity for such a long period of time, that was for sure. And of course all god things come to an end, and alas Roy's lighter ran out of fuel. With much frustration Roy miserably attempted to force the least bit of spark from the lighter, but failed and chucked the lighter against the wall with an aggravated groan. Now what was he supposed to do for fun? Go outside in a tutu and prance along the grassy fields while singing a duet of "I Feel Pretty" with Captain Falcon? As appealing as that may have sounded, Roy just slugged over to the nearest piece of furniture and sat down. He decided he'd bug whoever he next saw into acting as an entertainment device for him for the rest of the day.

Moments later, Mewtwo hovered down the stairs with a book floating in front of him. He seemed quite preoccupied with it judging by the quizzical look painted on his face, but of course Roy was too blinded by his boredom to notice. He could have noticed if it wasn't for that, but that's debatable. In any case, Roy crawled up to Mewtwo's legs and rose up until their eyes met. Roy's eyes burned with a flame of mischeif while Mewtwo's were frozen and serious. Roy stared until Mewtwo finally asked, "What do you want?"

"Ohhhhh, nothing," Roy replied sheepishly with a grin. "Just someone to have fun with because I'm very, very bored." His grin faded into a pouty frown as he took hold of Mewtwo's leg. "Please play with me!" he begged, knowing his facial expressions had no effect whatsoever on Mewtwo.

"Do you have any idea how childish you sound?" Mewtwo sneered harshly before returning to his book. He figured Roy wasn't worth paying attention to, despite the fact the swordsman still clung to the Pokemon's leg. Roy was silent for a few minutes as if waiting for Mewtwo to say something else. Mewtwo merely ignored Roy's presence altogether. That is, until he sporadically shrieked, "PLEEEEEASE! I BEG OF YOU!"

Mewtwo twitched as he was rather sensitive to such noise. Finally, deep down knowing the redhead wouldn't accept no for an answer, he said, "I don't know why I should help you, but for the sake of not becoming deaf, I will entertain you." Upon hearing this, Roy's eyes lit up and he squealed. He profusely thanked the Pokemon while excitedly jumping in place.

"Not to mention you owe me for giving Bowser his sponge bath when you were ill," Roy mentioned, waving his finger victoriously.

"Touche," Mewtwo sighed and rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long day. A very long day. "What first?"

A goofy grin was slapped on Roy's face. "Go set stuff on fire outside!"

Mewtwo stared at him incredulously. "No way. Just no."

"But you said you'd entertain me!"

"Fine. But if someone ends up suing us, you're the one going to court."

"Fair enough," Roy agreed. Suddenly he dashed around the building hurriedly, gathering random junk in a trash bag until it was full and lumpy. He motioned for Mewtwo to follow him onto the front lawn. The sunlight was extremely bright, leading Mewtwo to believe he could possibly lose all five senses in one day. He shuddered at the thought.

The fiery swordsman turned to his partner eagerly while unsheathing his sword. "Okay, this is how it works: You make the things float with your mind ability thingy, and I swing my beautiful sword and watch the item turn into ashes. Got it?"

"Yes Captain," Mewtwo replied dryly. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall to avoid the sunlight. At least this wouldn't be physically demanding, even if he does ending up losing some brain cells. With closed eyes, Mewtwo telekintetically dug out an empty shampoo bottle from the trash bag. Roy positioned himself in front of the floating bottle and yelled, "FIRE!" before hitting it fiercely with his sword. The item instantly burst into flames and fell to the ground as a pile of ashes. Roy cheered and started doing some form of a victory dance. Mewtwo peeked open out of curiosity, but regretted doing so and shut his eyes again. This pattern continued for goodness knows how long until Roy ended up hitting one of the items too hard. A burning case of makeup soared through the air and hit the house across the street. Roy's jaw dropped and he began cursing under his breath. He began squealing with anxiety and running hysterically in a circle. Nervously he hurried over to Mewtwo, who had fallen asleep and tapped him rapidly on the shoulder until he woke up.

"What do you-" Mewtwo groaned, rubbing his eyes until he saw a burning house. Like Roy's reaction, his jaw dropped. "ROY YOU BONEHEAD YOU DID-"

"Can you lecture me later and just help me put out the fire?" Roy whined. "I'll go call the fire department and you can go get the fire extinguisher." The duo then ran inside to do their assigned tasks.

Mewtwo didn't have much luck finding the fire extinguisher, to say the least. He looked in every nook and cranny until he finally found it in a cramped corner in the kitchen. Much to his dismay, there was a note taped to the extinguisher. It read: "Used all of this to put out the fire Peach started after trying to cook. Go get another one, I'm too broke to buy another one. Mario."

"And just when I thought this couldn't get worse," Mewtwo muttered to himself. "Roy better not be fooling around..."

Meanwhile upstairs, Roy was desperately trying to contact the fire department. For some reason he kept getting an answering machine with a grumpy old lady's voice recorded on it. That is, until he finally realized he had dialed the wrong number. He was at least thankful Mewtwo hadn't been there to see that. After leafing through the phone book, he found the correct number and frantically dialed. A voice answered the phone, but before Roy had the chance to speak, the power went out. Talk about a lucky day.

Roy ran down the stairs screaming until he bumped into Mewtwo outside. "Please tell me you put out the fire," Roy pleaded.

"I would have...if Mario had replaced the empty fire extinguisher," Mewtwo hissed bitterly. "And seeing how you took forever to find the correct phone number and the power happened to go out, we're pretty much doomed."

How Mewtwo had figured out the last part scared Roy a little, but he didn't have time to worry about that. The house was still burning, and worse yet, there seemed to be a trio of people screeching a downright awful rendition of "We Didn't Start the Fire". Whether or not that was a coincidence. the world may never know.

However, the duo's luck started to turn around when rain came flooding down and set out the fire within minutes. Roy and Mewtwo were relieved...until they saw a car pull up to the house. When the driver exited the car, she let out a scream before fainting and falling onto the wet driveway.

"Well...Look on the bright side, at least the fire's out!" Roy pointed out while grinning nervously at Mewtwo.

"Yes," Mewtwo said under his breath, "But we'll probably get sued, meaning you'll be in court within the next few weeks. Not to mention you owe me many more sponge baths for Bowser for engaging me in your stupid activities."

"Awww, man!" Roy whined and he stomped on the slippery grass. He threw a fit for a moment until he realized the rain was ruining his hair and went inside. He was not looking forward to the sponge baths he was going to have to give.

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Entry 6: Roy and Mewtwo

Roy

Well, looks like my pyromania got the better of me. But oh well, that happens, right? ...Come on, don't tell me you haven't set your neighbor's house on fire and have to give sponge baths to repay for it. Anyway, kids, if you're for some reason reading this junk, first, don't do this at home. I mean it. Secondly, go get a book. For all our sakes.

Mewtwo

That is the last time I trust one of those swordsmen. All they want to do is have fun and be stupid and give their hair pet names. If anything good came out of this, it's that I may not have to give Bowser sponge baths any more. Because I'm just that sure Roy will enjoy doing it.

No one was hurt in the making of this chapter. I don't think so anyway.

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Thank you for reading, if you really did read.