THIS IS IMPORTANT PLEASE READ

So as you guys know I haven't updated. ANYTHING.

I have grown extremely forgetful to the point I haven't been spoiling my lovely readers with updates and that's probably making you depressed and thinking about that- well- makes me depressed =w="

Dunno about you guys, but I jump from fandoms to fandoms a lot and once I get back into a fandom I tend to obsess over it a whole lot more and longer so everything's a mess.

This poll won't be closed until I get at least two fanfics done and over with.

I will check this poll weekly and whoever's voting level is higher is the one I will update (so basically weekly updates on whichever has the highest vote depending on each week) (More than once a week if I have time).

I know I said I would get another poll to make one of my fanfics into a comic for this year or something like that, but the fact that I haven't been spoiling my lovely readers with updates lately AND the fact that I have TONS of incomplete stories is REALLY getting on my nerves, so I'm going to have to break that promise on having a comic each year.

You're probably like, "Woah, why do we get to choose at the most five?" ... you do know how many Super Smash Bros fanfics I have, right? =w= "

As usual, if you have any questions leave it as a review or PM me.

Thank you for reading and lets get this chapter going.

Red kept running until he reached the room. Once he reached it, he slammed the door open.

"Jeez, took you long enough!" Samus complained while handing everyone in the room a glass of juice.

"W-Well I'm sorry that I h-had some random tournament... appeared!" Red yelled, out of breath from running through the entire mansion just to reach the right floor and room.

"You don't sound very sarcastic when you're breathing like that."

"Gee, thanks...!"

The trainer walked into the bounty huntress' room and took a look at everyone who was currently in the room.

Peach and Zelda were sitting on Samus' bed, taking small sips of the juice. Marth and Ike were leaning against the nightstand, having small talk. Ness and Lucas were sitting on the carpet as Samus handed them a glass of juice. And Pikachu?

"Pika?" Pikachu lifted the hat on Red head up a bit, letting it fall but Red predicted that would happen so he caught it.

"Is this everyone?" Red asked, thinking that there would be more people.

"Mario and Link couldn't make it today. I'll catch them up on it tomorrow," Zelda said.

"Same with Popo, Nana, and Toon Link," Ness said.

"I didn't know you guys were close to Pit," Red said as he sat down and leaned against the bed stand.

"Of course we are! He keeps us company when one of us kids are alone!" Ness protested.

"Really?" Red asked before Samus gave him a cup of juice and drank it.

"It was when you were going through your tsundere phase!" and that made Red spit-tank.

"Kuudere, Ness. Tsunderes are very different from kuuderes!" Peach corrected.

"You guys aren't even using those labels correctly," Marth sweated.

"Aahhh I get it! L-Let's pretend that that phase NEVER happened, 'kay?!" Red yelled.

"Hey, am I going to start my story or what?" Samus sighed, sitting on the stool with a sigh.

This immediately made everyone shut their mouths and give their full attention to her.

"Let's see... where to start..." Samus said, staring at the glass of juice in her hands, waving it around, staring as the red liquid moved around in the glass cup.

...

"You know what, give me back the juice. I don't like it."

"Eh?!" Red jolted as they gave the cups of juice back to her.

"Samus, that's a real waste of good juice, you know," Peach said as the bounty huntress poured the juice away into her bathroom sink.

"... I guess you guys could ask questions first since I don't know how to start his story," she sighs, rinsing the pinkish stain in her sink away with clear water.

"Then... do you know if he ever thought about suicide...?" Red hesitantly asked, remembering how badly he panicked when he saw Pit hanging a noose.

"That's... borderline yes..."

"'Borderline'?" Zelda asked.

"I'm pretty sure he's thought about it... but was scared of it... the thought of dying again..."

"'Dying again'?" Peach gasped.

"Maybe if he didn't die, he would have already done so, but... I know that he always questioned about the importance of himself, but he was definitely scared of dying... especially if it was because of himself."

Pit looked over to the window and saw the little parakeet there, singing a little tune.

"Did you get out by yourself again?" Pit held up his hand, letting the little bird fly over and perch on his finger.

The parakeet chirped as Pit pets it's head with his thumb.

The angel stared at it before the parakeet flew away, probably to go find food.

"... How nice... to be able to get out of your cage by yourself..."