The Wrath of Mama Game & Watch

Author's Note: Had this done a while ago and decided to post it now for some reason. Thanks a million to Paradigm of Writing, pk-smash-attack, Gamerfan64, Laniv, Circuit's Dead, JintoSpice11, SolarEnergy07, Lizardon the Dragon, PozzyP, and Kinkajou321 for leaving reviews. Also special thanks to everyone who favorited or followed this story. It's only going to be a few more chapters so let's get back to it already!

Chapter 2: The Guest of Honor

"Lanterns… Check. Paper decorations… Check. Oil drums… Check." Pit continued etching things on his clipboard as he examined the items spread out throughout the commons room. "Yup, it looks like everything is all here and accounted for!"

"Well duh, we could have told you that," responded Falcon, who was lying on the couch and had his boots propped up on the coffee table. Game & Watch, Marth, and Luigi were also with him, all of them looking pretty bored as they waited for Pit to finish his cataloguing.

"What time did she say she was going to be here again?" asked Marth, who was keeping himself preoccupied with his nail filer.

"Should be soon," said Mr. Game & Watch. "Thanks again for all your help on this guys. It really means a lot to me." He let out a small beep, which came out as an animated wind-box similar to that of one of his aerial fighting moves. "I hate to admit that I'm still a little nervous…"

"Why though?" asked Luigi. "You should be happy that your mother is coming." He paused momentarily before staring absentmindedly at one of the wooden tables with snacks Captain Falcon had set up. "At least your mom wants to visit you…"

It wasn't that Game & Watch didn't love his mom. In fact, she was probably the one person on the planet that he absolutely cared about the most. He just had a dislike for the way she treated him, especially whenever his friends were around. It was kind of embarrassing, but it wasn't like she ever put him down or anything. Truthfully, Mama Game & Watch raised her son on a high pedestal, so much so that she kind of disregarded anyone and anything that dared challenged this perfect picture that she unintentionally painted of her son. It was kind of hard to explain to everybody, thus Game & Watch found solace in just keeping his flat fingers crossed, or at least keeping them together since crossing them would result in him stepping out of his 2D plane.

"Well, I think we're just about ready!" exclaimed Pit, haphazardly tossing his clipboard over his shoulder. "All we're missing is the guest of honor!"

"That's Zelda's job," replied Falcon. "She should be back here any second now."

At Falcon's last words, Game & Watch couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He was the one who wanted to greet his mom at the door, but Zelda insisted that she do it instead. She kind of wanted to get her own first impressions of Mama Game & Watch without anyone being there so that she could make her own judgements on Mr. Game & Watch's situation. She didn't exactly believe him after he told her of all these stories about his mom, like the time when he was a toddler and his mom refused to let the other 2D children play in the 2D sandbox with him because they were "rude," or the time she got a group of kids suspended at his school because someone borrowed his pencil sharpener from him without asking. He lived a pretty sheltered life, his mom teaching him everything he knew from cooking to cleaning to even standing up for himself in a fight. It was kind of the reason why he was even considered for the Super Smash Bros. back in 2001.

To Zelda, Game & Watch's description of his mom sounded like she was just smothering him, being an overprotective parent as a lot of new moms tended to be. In some ways she could relate since she herself grew up in an environment where she rarely got to go outside, save for Hyrule castle's own courtyard. She never really knew her mother, but her father took very good care of her, and she could never say she didn't have friends in the palace's own guardsmen.

Still, even with all these great things handed to her on a silver platter, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing during her life as a child…

"I still don't see why we can't just host this somewhere bigger," said Marth, "like the courtyard or the dining hall. Master Hand just doesn't make any sense sometimes."

"Eh, just leave him," replied Luigi. "He kind of gets like that every now and then." He put a hand to the side of his mouth and lowered his voice. "Between you and me, I think it's because he doesn't like visitors in the mansion."

It made sense and it definitely wasn't unheard of. Master Hand kind of had this policy that if something was going on during tourney hours, he had to be notified of it at least a week in advance so he could fit it in to the schedule. When Captain Falcon first approached him with Game & Watch's situation, he kind of just blurted, "So yeah we got someone coming to the mansion and we need to borrow one of the rooms for like three or four hours I don't know but it would be really great if you could give us one so just let me know in about ten minutes and that would be super awesome!" which, to be frank, Master Hand just didn't have any tolerance for. Thus, the Smashers were confined to this little commons room, a room with just enough space to fit one food table, one couch, four chairs, and a small television set with a Gamecube.

It wasn't paradise but hey, it was something at least.

"If you ask me, Master Hand is just being a jerk," said Falcon with crossed arms. "He didn't say that when Lucina's dad dropped by to visit."

There was a short pause in the room before Marth had to bring up the question.

"Um… Falcon," he said. "Did you tell Master Hand that it was Mr. Game & Watch's mother coming to visit today?"

Falcon sat there thinking long and hard about the Altean's comment, but it really didn't take him that long to remember the specifics on his conversation with Master Hand. His eyes kind of just widened with realization before his agape mouth twisted into a disappointed frown.

"Ah… nuts."

Meanwhile…

There was a flurry of knocks coming from the eastern exit of the mansion before Zelda managed to reach the door and open it. She had up until this moment been busy scouting out the windows of the front courtyard reasonably under the impression that Mrs. Game & Watch would just use the front doors like any regular person. To enter the mansion grounds from the one of the side areas was a pretty ambitious feat to say the least, especially if it meant one had to bypass the Chain Chomp guard dogs, Fire Bar fences, and wade through yards of the Pikmin plantation. Not even the mailman was crazy enough to even attempt that.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," called the princess as she grasped the bronze handle. She could hear some kind of commotion going on outside, or what appeared to be two people arguing, and when she finally did open the door she got just that.

"I was waiting out there for two dang minutes and no one even bothered to answer the door!" pleaded what appeared to be Mr. Game & Watch, but with the voice of an older woman and a body in the shape of a dress and short heels. Her hair was also curled all over the place, although it was kind of hard to tell where the hair started at all since her entire body was black and 2D.

The guest of honor had finally arrived.

The other person, the one who had been standing out there with Mama Game & Watch, was none other than Link, and he had quite the puzzled look on his face. Well, it was a toss-up between irritation and confusion, but Zelda had known him for long enough to tell that he was trying to get this crabby lady out of his hair.

"Is this yours?" he asked, albeit more hopefully than he would have liked to admit. He kind of just ran into her outside because he was supposed to be practicing his crossbow techniques around this time of day, but apparently was interrupted because of Mama.

Zelda opened her mouth to speak but was stopped abruptly by Mama Game & Watch, who made no hesitation to bop Link on the head.

"Is that how you're supposed to treat your elders!?" she cried. "Why when I was your age, I got slapped on the wrist if I ever talked to an adult like that! The youth today don't know nothin' about respect I say! What the heck are you goin' to school for!?"

She continued to ramble on and on, but Link just gave Zelda a look that said, "What am I supposed to do?" Zelda bit her lower lip in worry; she didn't want to believe that all these stories about Game & Watch's mom were actually true. Unfortunately, it looked like Mrs. Game & Watch was already proving her wrong.

"And that's why you ungrateful brats should be thankful to work with my son!" finished the crazy lady. "At least he knows how to properly address his superiors!"

It was also kind of funny how she was treating both Link and Zelda like kids, especially since they were both technically considered "adults" by today's standards.

In any case, it was time to break the ice, or whatever ice was left that hadn't been broken already.

"Hello! You must be Mrs. Game & Watch," said Zelda, putting on her best smile as all princesses do. "We've been expecting you."

"Well that's more like it," replied Mama Game & Watch before nudging Link in the side. "You see sonny, all it takes is a little consideration. You could learn a thing or two from her."

"I found her crawling through Peach's turnip garden," said Link, ignoring Mama Game & Watch's comment. "She didn't even give me time to explain myself."

"Oh, playing the blame game now are we? I'm tellin' you, kids today got no respect. No respect I say!"

"I'm not a kid!"

"Shh, let's just all settle down for a moment here," said Zelda holding up her hands. She noticed that both Link and Mrs. Game & Watch were staring each other down, literal sparks igniting between their eyes. Hastily, she thought of something to detract from the current conversation. "Won't you come inside? It's supposed to be pretty hot today. Peculiar for September, but I suppose that's why they call it the season of change."

Mama Game & Watch looked up at the mention of going into the mansion and quickly picked up her purse that was on the ground.

"I've been waiting all day for you to ask me that!" she said. "Lead the way young lady." She brushed past Link and followed Zelda down the hall, but stopped to turn around just to say, "Oh, and sissy boy, be a dear and bring my bags in for me."

Link felt a twitch of irritation contort his left eye before realizing that Mrs. Game & Watch had brought with her about half a dozen stuffed suitcases. He almost ended up storming off in frustration, but his inner nice guy got the best of him. A few seconds later, Link was following the two ladies into the mansion, looking about the same as Captain Falcon was yesterday when he was struggling to balance a stack of books in his arms.

"So tell me Miss…" started Mama Game & Watch, but the way she trailed off hinted that she still didn't know Zelda's name.

"Zelda," replied the princess. "Err, Princess Zelda I suppose but I typically drop the formalities around here."

"P-Princess!?" cried Mama. "Oh my goodness! It's no wonder you're so polite! And so beautiful too…" A plethora of thoughts immediately began to fill her head, but they were mostly questions pertaining to how her son knew such a royal figure.

"Oh, thank you," she replied warmly. "My family reigns from Hyrule, a kingdom from a region not native to this realm."

Link held his tongue in the rear of the group; he was technically from Hyrule as well but there was no point in both of them talking about it. Especially if he was just going to get shot down again…

"That's kind of like me!" said Mama Game & Watch, now walking alongside Zelda. "I had to cross dimensions in order to get here, but I'd do anything if it means seeing my son again."

"Well he's been looking forward the most to seeing you," replied Zelda. "We have a whole room set up where you can meet some of our friends as well."

"That sounds wonderful!"

First impressions? She was nice, or about as nice as anyone who doesn't get up on the wrong side of the bed in the morning. Zelda could kind of see the weirdness that Mr. Game & Watch was talking about earlier, but to her his mom just seemed like she got overly excited about things. It really wasn't something uncommon and she could only imagine how lonely Game & Watch's mom must have felt having to live at home while her son was off on adventures saving the world and participating in the largest fighting tournament known to mankind. Perhaps all she needed was someone to just talk to her?

Eventually, the trio arrived at the commons room, and oddly enough without running into any other Smashers in the halls. Link dropped the luggage just as they entered the room, earning a spiteful frown from Mama Game & Watch.

"Hey, hey, look who it is!" said Captain Falcon, getting off the couch and approaching their new guest. He took the lead as the other Smashers in the room joined him as well, although Mr. Game & Watch kind of held back, using his skinny dimensions to hide himself behind Luigi. "You must be Ma—err, I mean, Mrs. Game & Watch!" The cool F-Zero racer waltzed up to the lady, giving her small hand a firm shake. "The name's Captain Falcon and it's great to meet you!"

"Ooh, an iron grip," replied Mama Game & Watch with a smirk. "I like that! You must be one of my son's lackeys am I right?"

"Um… Lackey?..." muttered Falcon, giving his helmeted head a scratch. He was brushed aside by Pit who didn't hesitate to shake the new guest's hand as well while Falcon was left hesitantly questioning his status as a Smasher.

"Hey there Ma'am! I'm Pit!" The eccentric angel shook her hand with both of his. "Mr. Game & Watch told us so much about you. You're even prettier in person!" He could thank Captain Falcon for that last line.

"Nice try sonny. Flattery will get you nowhere," replied Mrs. Game & Watch nonchalantly before moving on to the next host.

"Um…" muttered Pit, moseying over to Captain Falcon's corner where he was currently re-evaluating his life. "Was it something I said?"

"Greetings, Miss," greeted Marth with a graceful kneel. "I am Marth, one of the Super Smash Brothers' resident swordsmen. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Ah, my son's personal trainer I presume!" exclaimed Mama Game & Watch. "I can't thank you enough for all you're doing for him."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Hey, it's okay." She put a flat hand on his shoulder. "You'll never be as good as I was for him, but we'll take anything over nothing."

She moved on past Marth who kind of just sat there in utter confusion. Personal trainer? What was she talking about?

"And who might you be dear?" asked Mrs. Game & Watch, whose question was directed at none other than Luigi.

"Why, I'm Luigi, Ma'am," he replied, rubbing the underside of his nose with his index finger. "You've probably heard of me, no?"

She gave the green plumber a long hard stare before casually stating, "No."

Luigi soon found himself joining Pit and Captain Falcon in the corner mumbling to himself, "How come no one ever remembers Luigi?..."

Zelda, who had been watching these scenes play out this whole time, couldn't help but cringe internally. It seemed as though Mama Game & Watch was about as sour as ever, and only took a liking to her just because she was a princess. She was almost certain that if Marth had mentioned anything about his royal heritage to her she would have reacted the same way, but right now it looked as though Mrs. Game & Watch was looking down upon everyone equally.

"Now where's my son at? Hmm?" she asked looking around. "Where's he at!?"

Finally, Mr. Game & Watch stepped out of the shadows, approaching his mom with his head somewhat low and his cheeks rather red. When she turned her head and noticed him, she kind of froze on the spot, the fiery hot attitude she had brought into the room with her now dissipated in the air.

Nervously, Mr. Game & Watch looked up at her, his head making small beeps as he eventually met her frame to frame.

"Hi, Mom."

Author's Note: Mama GDubs is a feisty one, but for good reason. The Smashers will find that out soon enough. I had some more planned for this chapter, but I kind of want to keep the crazy antics all bottled together in one chapter for the sake of consistency. As it stands, it looks like this is going to be a four-chapter story, but it might go to five if need be. I'll try to update whenever I can this month. Thanks all for reading!