The boy is currently staring at his Lucina Amiibo bewilderingly. This entire week of playing super smash bros a bit, he knows for fact that this toy has been messing with him. It was either the toy, or his own mind. He has been playing the game, only to get completely dominated by this amiibo.
Super, his Luigi Amiibo is not even strong as Purple and the boy had him way longer than her. He would be happy and not bothered if Purple was not taunting him all the time. By taunting, the meaning is NOT the one where you press the control pad to activate the action.
"BEAT IT, PUNK!" She screams as she sends Super flying off the stage with upwards smash attack, thus ending the fight in victory again.
"UGH!" The boy yells in frustration, sitting the game pad on the floor.
He growls at the sound of her chuckling on the victory screen.
Turning off the game in defeat... again, he pick up the toy forms of his Amiibos.
"What kind of update did Nintendo make...?" He asks himself, shrugging and putting them up on a safe place.
As he leaves his room, a micro-organism jumps off the stand of Purple's Amiibo.
The tiny four legged, virus has already infested the Amiibo it just jumped from.
Although harmless to humans, this virus could cause A LOT of trouble for various people. The thing has already given the human boy a headache, but now it's going to cause double the trouble since it is now starting the infestation of the Mario Amiibo...
The virus that took over what used to be a regular toy Lucina adds to this trouble since the toy arm moves a TINY bit.
The boy drinks a sip of water. He felt as though if he don't cool down, he might end up throwing something. The last thing he need is his mother snapping on him for breaking something.
Taking another sip, he imagines how to beat his mortal enemy, an Amiibo.
"She is defensive, and aggressive. Maybe I should focus on dodging and grabbing... I would probably pick a character who is fast, has good projectiles, and good for grabbing others... Maybe Pikachu?"
Making one more sigh and scratching his head with one hand, he brings the cup to his mouth to take another sip. He did not do so however, since he jumps out of his chair in horror of a voice that says "Hey, you!"
"That voice sounds too familiar..." The boy thinks to himself, not wanting to turn and face the speaker.
"What are you staring at? Face me!"
The boy REFUSES to believe it is who he think it is. Shaking in fear of what he might see, he slowly inches his way to the kitchen entrance, to see that his fear right now is realized.
"I'm losing my sanity..." The boy says to no one in particular in response of what he sees.
A/N: See you next Chapter.