"So... I wont have to go get the hammer...?"
"No, your perfectly fine with me."
The boy is still a little skeptical, squinting his eyes at the Mario Amiibo. He decided to make a mental note which will remind him to grab the hammer and keep it in reach just in case. Amiigo stares back at him absently and the two makes no sound as they meet their eyes in caution.
"SO WHAT THE HECK!?" The boy suddenly shouts, pointing towards Amiigo and the ball that seems to contain Purple's soul.
Amiigo responds with a shrug and the words, "I'm not sure what happened, but I randomly found myself standing on your furniture..."
"B-but how! This SHOULD be impossible! There SHOULD be NO WAY that I am seeing what I am seeing! What's the cause of this, dang it!? Who are you! Are you sent by the government to spy on me!?"
"I don't know and no." Amiigo says casually.
"Ugh... Just... What is going on with me...?"
"...As I said-"
"That was a rhetorical question!"
The boy slams both of his hands down on the table, refusing to believe what is exotically reality. "Are there... anymore like you?"
Amiigo did not respond.
"Answer me, jerk!"
"Huh? Oh sorry, I thought that was another rhetorical question."
Out of nowhere, the boy was in Amiigo face, seemingly seething with anger and confusion. "DO NOT mess with me, amigo!"
Putting his hands up, Amiigo takes a couple steps back in a form of saying he surrender. "I'm sorry for the confusion, but I am just as much troubled as you are. One minute I'm just resting in the form of code and soul alone. The next, I'm... here."
The boy pinches the bride of nose, shaking his head back and fourth and taking a deep sigh. "M-my bad. Just a bit... stressed..."
"I think you are exaggerating."
"Quiet, you."
The boy starts staring at the floating ball that seems to defy physics. What should he do with the thing? Destroy it of course! However, the boy think twice, convinced by the possibility of Purple's ghost coming back to haunt him. He believes anything can happen after this... occurrence... Thinking more rationally, he decides to go as far as way from his home as possible (AKA the longest distance he can bike from his home) and leaving it in a dumpster there. One thing he knows though, is that he will NEVER play Super Smash Bros again. These alive Amiibo do not even seem like toys anymore, just the game version of their selves outside of the TV screen...
The boy pales at the sound of the front room door opening and closing.
"Malik, I'm home!" Says a voice that sounds a lot like his mother. Amiigo and the boy apparently named Malik glance at each other before taking action.