Hello, my friends! It is I, the amazing Umbreon Mastah, just back from my horrid battle with the one known as writer's block!

Blaze: Yes, a horrid battle indeed...

Me: Who asked you? And what are you doing here anyway?

Blaze: You promised me cookies if I did the disclaimer, remember?

Me: Ah, yes. Well, this chapter's a bit shorter than last time, sorry. But enjoy! And now, take it away, crazy fire cat!

Blaze: Don't call me that. All characters belong to their respective owners, none of which are Umbreon Mastah. Cookies, please.

Me: (throws Blaze cookies) Read please!

Jigglypuff was happy. Very happy. Which also translates to "very hyper." For the next few days, all that she thought about was Kirby and the ball. "Jiggly, we get it!" cried Zelda. "You're going to the ball with Kirby!"

"You don't have to retell us fifty million times," muttered Nana under her breath.

"Sorry," the balloon Pokémon said sheepishly, "but I'm so excited!"

"We can tell!" they all yelled. Jiggly shut up then. But soon she was back to her hyper dance state. Samus, who had backed out of the group of girls as soon as they started talking about the dance, sighed. Blaze walked up to her.

"Hey," the cat said.

"Hey," Samus replied.

"Not into the dance stuff?" She shook her head.

"All that this dance is going to result in is broken hearts, crushed friendships, and depression, depression, and more depression."

"Not very optimistic, are you?"

"I find it hard to be optimistic when there's nothing to be optimistic about," said Samus. Blaze looked at her.

"Maybe you could give it a chance," she said. "I did, surprisingly. And I like it here."

"I gave it a chance," she muttered under her breath, "and it blew it. End of story." The cat sighed.

"How so?" Samus then recounted the whole Link-Ike ordeal. "Oh," she said. "But didn't Zelda and Marth pair them up? So everyone's happy, right?"

"Not everyone," Samus said. "Even if that turned out alright, I still have one more broken heart to back me up with."

"And who would that be?" asked Blaze. She leaned against the wall and waited. The bounty hunter checked to make sure that Jiggly was too caught up in her dance fantasies before she continued.

"Meta Knight," she whispered. Blaze raised an eyebrow. "You know how Jiggly's been going on and on and on about Kirby asking her? Well, it's had some seriously nasty side effects."

"I thought that Meta Knight wasn't going to the ball," the cat said.

"That doesn't matter," Samus replied. "Jigglypuff's his best friend. Kirby is his, well, I wouldn't say rival, but let's just say rival anyway. You do the math," she finished.

"Maybe he's just being a bit...protective?" Blaze offered.

"Have you seen him?" Thinking back, the cat shook her head no. "Precisely," said Samus. "Besides for meals, he's barely come out of his room. I would call that depressed." Sighing, Blaze gave in.

"Alright, maybe Meta Knight isn't exactly having the time of his life with this dance. But that doesn't mean other people aren't!" she protested. "It would be, dare I say it, more fun is you were there." She paused. "You should know," she said, "that it takes a lot for me to consider something fun." Samus seemed to consider it, but she shook her head again.

"No," she said. "I'm still not going." At that moment, Wolf and Fox walked by. Wolf glanced over at Samus, then looked away sadly. Blaze noted this with interest.

"Well, I see that I can't force you," she said finally. "But bear in mind," the cat said, "Jigglypuff might not be the only one breaking hearts in the Smash Mansion." With that, she turned and walked away.

Meta Knight sat on his bed. Alright. He was through with this. He was going to stand up, go out there, and not let any of this bother him anymore. He let out a deep breath, stood up, and walked toward the door. No sooner had he put his hand on the knob did he stop. For the fifteenth time.

Fifteen times he had walked over to that door and stopped. The other five hundred times, he hadn't even made it that far.

Why couldn't he open the door? Meta sighed and walked back to his bed. He lay down. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this? Of course, he wouldn't exactly call himself the most social of Smashers, but...not coming out of his room for three days? Meta Knight sat up.

He had to figure out what the heck was going on. Right now.

At that moment, a little thought bubble popped into his mind. You are jealous, aren't you? Quickly, Meta Knight swatted the bubble away.

"I am not jealous!" he said finally. "It's simply not a possibility. Why would I be jealous?" Jealous, ha! Jealous of who, Kirby? Kirby was a pink, accident-prone, gluttonous puffball with no brain. Simply put: lower life form.

Although...he was a lower life form who was taking Jigglypuff to the dance...

Suddenly, the door opened. Meta Knight jumped. Jigglypuff peeked her head in. "Meta Knight?" she asked. "What are you doing in here? It's the middle of the afternoon!"

"I...um..." Uh oh. He had to think fast. "I'm...I haven't been feeling too well," he said quickly.

"Oh, really?" Jiggly frowned. "That stinks. Do you want me to get you a drink or something?"

"No, I'm fine," Meta said. "I'm just...going to rest a little bit..."

"Okay!" said Jiggly. "I'll make sure no one disturbs you!" With that, she closed the door quietly and walked down the hallway.

"Um...thanks...," he muttered. Sighing, he lay back down and looked up at the ceiling. Was he really jealous because Jiggly was going to the ball with Kirby? Why? Meta thought about sitting up again. Maybe if he got out of the dark, small room, he'd feel better.

Then again, it would be much less tiring if he just stayed and drowned in misery. No one would notice, anyway.

So.

Kirby was going with Jigglypuff? What was the world coming to?

When Jigglypuff had announced to the world (and she had announced it multiple times, believe me) that Kirby was her date, Peach had to admit that she was shocked. Plain out, completely, totally, and utterly shocked. So shocked, she nearly lost her happy-go-lucky attitude. Note the nearly. Nonetheless, Peach was concerned. How could Jigglypuff be so naïve, so stupid, so blind? Just that morning, she and Meta Knight had watched a flippin' sunrise together! Had she forgotten? How could she have forgotten?!

One thing people should know about Peach is that she needs everything to be perfect. Perfect in every sense of the word. Perfect in her sense of the word. And Kirby and Jigglypuff going together fit nowhere in her perfect plan. So far, everything had gone nearly perfect. Toon Link and Nana were going together, just as she had planned. Marth and Zelda were a pair, also perfect. Samus...well, she still had to work out that little kink. There was enough time for that. But Jiggly had gone and wrecked the perfection. And now it was Peach's job to pick up the pieces, glue them all back together, and choose a date for both her and Samus before time ran out.

But it wasn't all Jiggly's fault. Meta Knight should have acted faster. Kirby should have butted out of it. Why couldn't anyone else see the perfect plan she had created? Was the entire world working against her?

Peach sighed, quite out of character for her. She was alone in the Brawl Controls Area. The Smashers took turns working in there, controlling the different aspects of the brawls that they competed in. She watched without enthusiasm as Sonic and Olimar finished a brawl on Yoshi's Island. Why was she here? It was her shift, she knew that, but she couldn't waste her time with that now! She had a couple to break up and three to create! The Mushroom Kingdom princess tapped her fingers impatiently. The next two fighters, ready to brawl in half an hour, caught her eye.

Kirby versus Bowser.

A light went on in Peach's head. She glanced deviously at the pain simulation button. If her perfection was to come about, measures had to be taken.

Drastic measures had to be taken.

It was just after dinner in the Smash Mansion, which is usually the most peaceful time seeing as everyone is stuffed full of food. Kirby and Bowser had just gone out to brawl, but only a few of the Smashers went to watch them. Most of the others were just too lazy to do anything. Meta Knight, who had barely eaten his dinner and was therefore not lazy in the slightest, decided to, again, make a one-man dash for his room. Unfortunately, he was stopped just before he reached the hallway by none other than Wolf.

"Hey, um, Meta Knight? Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"You just did," Meta sighed, "but what is it?"

"Well," he started. "I don't really know who else to ask, and since you aren't an idiot like most of these people are, maybe you can help me."

"What's the question?" he asked again, growing impatient.

"It's, er, kinda about the ball." Meta Knight narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry, can't help you," he said, starting to turn to the hallway.

"No, please!" Wolf cried, grabbing Meta Knight to stop him. "I'm desperate here!" Meta glanced at him.

"Fine," he muttered. "But can we just get to the question already?" Wolf nodded eagerly.

"Well," he said, "let's set up a hypothetical situation here."

"Oh boy."

"Hypothetically, let's say there's this hypothetical guy who likes this hypothetical girl and wants to ask her to this hypothetical dance, but the hypothetical girl doesn't want anything to hypothetically do with the hypothetical dance. So how does the hypothetical guy ask the hypothetical girl to the hypothetical dance without getting hypothetically punched into the wall, hypothetically speaking?" Meta Knight simply looked at him for a moment.

"There were more hypotheticals in that sentence than I could possibly comprehend," he said finally. Wolf hit his head in aggravation.

"God above! I want to ask Samus to the dance, darn it! How am I going to do that?!" Every head in the room turned his way. It was very fortunate for Wolf that Samus had been one of the people who had left to watch the brawl. "Um...hi, everybody...," he said quietly. Meta sighed and pulled Wolf out into the hallway.

"Nothing to see here, folks..." He turned to the Star Wolf commander. "Yell that a little louder," he said, "I don't think the people in Kentucky could hear it."

"Forget the Kentuckians! Can you help me?" Wolf asked pleadingly.

"How about you just ask her?"

"Are you crazy? Didn't you hear the 'without getting hypothetically punched into the wall' part?"

"Why are you asking me this anyway?" asked Meta Knight. "I'm not exactly the dance expert. Note that I'm not going." Wolf sighed.

"You don't have any advice?" he asked in desperation. "None at all?"

"None at all," he said. Wolf was opened his mouth to say something, but he was rudely interrupted.

"Guys!" cried Samus. The two looked at her and blinked. A slight blush crossed Wolf's face.

"Samus!" he said. "How...how much did you...I mean, weren't you watching Kirby and Bowser?"

"I was!" the bounty hunter said. "And there's trouble! Something horrible has happened!"

GASP! I did I cliffhanger? Evil me!

Blaze: (is chomping down on her cookies) Yum...

Me: What she meant to say was, R&R please! Oh, yeah! Before I forget... If anyone writes a fanfic with MetaxJiggly as one of the pairings, PM me and tell me the name of the story, and I WILL leave a review! Thank you!

Ciao!

-Umbreon Mastah