CHAPTER SIX

Bittersweet

February 24th, 2057

Grand Cornerian Airway

Of all the jobs that paid a surprisingly high amount on Corneria (at least when compared to some other jobs), a night watchman at the airway was probably the most boring. Why? Simple: there was really never anything to see or do. No one had ever tried to break into the airway before, and no one expected anyone to break into it now. Nevertheless, many of the younger recruits often jumped at the opportunity, seeing as how many of the ships inside (the Great Fox in particular) were usually things they never got to see before. Not to mention that they sometimes brought their girlfriends who thought the place was scary at night.

But if they thought an empty airway was scary at night, they had clearly never heard of the woman who was strafing back and forth from crate to crate to avoid being seen. She stepped underneath the Great Fox and somehow managed to beam herself up. Upon ROB noticing her enter the bridge, he made an attempt to stop her…but failed miserably in the most obvious way.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't…"

"Oh, can it, you bucket of bolts."

With a flick of her finger, it was as though she had blasted him with a shotgun from point blank range, sending the poor droid crashing against the wall.

"BZZT roger, roger BZZT do you want to marry it? WELL I WON'T LET YOU BZZT Stop! You violated the law BZZZT BZZZTT…"

After throwing out an awful amount of sparks and BZZZTing until the cows came home, ROB switched off.

"Honestly, I must have just done them a huge favour. You hear how annoying that is?"

She strolled onto the bridge and found exactly what she had been looking for. She picked up the tiny piece of jewelry and smiled at it almost warmly.

"How sweet of you, Marky. Giving little Coyote an expensive gift. I have to say I'm insulted you didn't want to introduce me to her. She seems like such a charming little girl."

She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"No biggie. I can show myself the way."

With that, she lifted the necklace near her throat before running a claw across it.

A SLITTING OF ONE'S OWN THROAT LATER…

"I'm tellin' you, man, the thing was a fuckin' dragon!" one the guards said to his friend. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Bullshit. C'mon, how is a dragon supposed to fly through Outer Space?"

"Beats me. Anyhow, did you bring your 3DS?"

"Yep. Got that Dead or Alive game with me."

"Is it true that the most of the girls in the game are like half-naked?"

"Oh, dude, you have no idea."

The two guards had their conversation interrupted by a loud clatter followed by a quiet "Shit…".

"No way…is someone trying to bust in here?" the first guard said.

"Hopefully. It's about damn time we had some action."

"Alright. I'll go check it out. You stay here and wait for more of them…if there is any."

The first guard drew his stun gun and proceeded towards the source of the noise. He was half-expecting not to find anything. If they hadn't heard the person coming in, then how could they expect to catch them leaving? However, he saw the outline of a figure hidden in the shadow of the Great Fox. He aimed his stun gun toward the figure.

"Hey, you! Get over here!"

Would it be a bad time to say that he's only two days from vacation?

Kursed seductively stepped out of the shadows, narrowing her eyes and smiling as she casually strolled towards the guard.

"Hey there, big boy. Have you come to detain me?"

The sight of such a lovely woman who not only towered over him but had rather good…assets (if you'll pardon me) was nearly enough to make the guard lose his cool, but he kept a firm grip on his stun gun.

"Look, lady, I don't know how you got in here, but this is a secured area, and if you don't leave right now I'll have to…"

"Use force? Sounds like fun?"

Faster than he could comprehend, Kursed had him pressed flat against a nearby crate, stroking his cheek and moaning almost sensually. His pulse was quickly starting to rise, and he felt sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Has anybody ever told you that you're cute when you're mad?"

"Uhh...n-no…not really."

The evil woman chuckled under her breath.

"Relax, darling. This is gonna feel good."

She gently brought her lips closer and closer to his, and as he slowly grew more and more entranced by her, he stood there and took it. He eagerly awaited her touch, when suddenly he felt an excruciating pain. He opened his eyes to find that Kursed had dug on of her claws into his skin and was now smirking evilly at the blood drawing from the wound.

"Well, for me, at least. For you, it's gonna be torturous…very, very torturous."

The scream that the second guard heard from across the room was nearly enough to make him run in terror, but he had taken a sworn duty as part of his job to watch over any of the younger recruits. He quickly ran towards the source.

"Mason! What's going on?!"

He rounded the corner to find what little remained of Mason, as well as the blood-soaked Kursed who seemed to be utterly indulging in the moment before turning her head and focusing her evil gaze on the second guard.

"Ooo, another one! The more the merrier!"

"Oh God, NO!"

The scream that came up this time was loud enough to echo throughout the room and out the open windows, filling the atmosphere full of it. It was loud enough to wake up Marcus, Chase and Anna on their own specific sections of the city, all with the same words on their lips.

"What the hell was that?"

The next morning…

Marcus had come to the airway to retrieve the gift he had gotten for Coyote, thinking it would be a simple process that wouldn't take longer than a few minutes to get done. How wrong he was, because when he stepped out of his hovercraft, he saw that last thing he was expecting to see: a quarter of the police force, about five newscasters, a whole load of innocent bystanders, and Chase, the last of which Marcus now approached.

"What happened here?" Marcus asked.

"Two of the guards apparently tried to bust a perp that broke into the airway and…well, you can probably guess the result."

"Well, that explains the newscasters. They just jump at the opportunity to talk about a murder."
"A slaughter, actually. One of them was skinned alive."

"WHAT?!"

Marcus pushed his way through the crowd, the police trying to stop him before they recognized him and let him pass. He knelt down beside the two covered bodies and steadily uncovered them, only to nearly throw up upon seeing the first one. Mason had indeed been skinned alive, as the exposed muscles and pools of blood blatantly made obvious. Upon seeing the other body, Marcus found that he was surprisingly intact…and then he got a strange feeling in the back of his head. He laid a hand on the man's head and then on his heart. While it took a moment or two, he felt what was undeniably a heartbeat.

"This one's still alive!" he called out.

Right as he said it, the guard jetted back to consciousness, screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing about like a madman, forcing Marcus to pin him down.
"Calm down! Everything's alright!"

"She killed him…and then she tried to kill me!"

"Get a hold of yourself, man!"

Marcus truck the guard across the face. Thankfully, this forced him to stop his insane convulsions and slow his breathing back to normal. He seemed to be soothed even more when he looked into Marcus' hypnotizing eyes.

"Now tell me exactly what happened."

The guard took a few more moments to breathe in before telling the story.

"She…she tore him apart…and then she came for me. …she kissed me, and I felt as though everything good that happened in my life….it felt like none of it mattered anymore, like it was all being sucked out of me."

"Who?"

"This woman…violet hair…red eyes…"

Marcus' ears twitched and he growled under his breath. Of course. Who could do something like this other than her? He stood and turned to the paramedics.

"Get this man to the hospital. Now." he said sternly.

They obliged, and as soon as the living guard as the remains of Mason were carted away, the newscasters started to close in on Marcus, who quickly fled underneath the Great Fox.

"Mr. McCloud!" one of them called. "What are your thoughts on this incident?"

"No comment. ROB, beam me up."

No response.

"ROB, I know you've glitching out a lot recently, but this is no time to be a wise guy!"

Still no response.

"Son of a bitch…gonna have to do it manually."

"Mr. McCloud!"

"No comment means no comment, Goddammit!"

Marcus stood by the outside control panel for the mothership, flicked a few switches, batted a few cameras away from his face, and finally pushed a button to activate the Great Fox's passenger teleport. He quickly ran underneath and beamed up inside, only to find ROB in pieces on the ground.

"What the f…was she in here?!"

Even though ROB's head had fallen off, he still sparked back to life and started blaring at Marcus.

"You! Yes, you! You are dead!"

"Nope. He's just faulty."

"Entire team eez babies!"

"Switch off, ROB."

"Daisy, daisy…give me your answer dooooooo…."

"Ooookay, walking this way really fast."

Marcus walked past the wrecked robot and to the bridge, where he found his gift to Coyote. Upon picking it up and slipping it into his pocket, a big smile spread across his face.

"Time for the big date. Three years and going strong as ever…now let's just hope I can bail without the fuckin' paparazzi getting on my ass."

The paparazzi themselves were waiting outside for Marcus to come out, paying no attention to the police although they were the ones that even knew a thing about what had happened, not to mention there was another member of Star Fox standing just a little ways away from them. They all yelled out in shock when Marcus' Arwing came surging out of the Great Fox's hangar bay and jetted off into space, though Chase simply smirked.

"Treat her good, Mark. That beauty's worth everything you've got."

Arriving on Fortuna…

The Arwing III steadily descended into the small hangar perched on a hill just a little ways away from the O'Donnell's home, though not before Marcus took the time to admire this planet's splendour. There was a lovely crystalline blue lake just a few miles away with a colossal waterfall raining down into it, several colorful birds flitted about the tress, and as for the rest of the colour? Green, green, and more green. It was vastly different from Corneria, and for a moment, Marcus was jealous that Coyote got to live on such a beautiful world. But then again, he was so used to the city life that this was probably a little too much for him to handle.

"Hello there." spoke a robotic arm as Marcus stepped out of his ship. "You must be Marcus."

"Yep. And you must be ADA."

"You don't seem to be too phased that I'm a robotic arm."

"Meh. I've seen weirder considering our own robot is glitching out like an NES cartridge."

ADA chuckled, admittedly surprising Marcus that robots were actually capable of emotion.

"Well, thank goodness Wolf took special precautions when he built me."

"Wolf built you?"

"Yep. He's a lot smarter than he looks."

"Huh. How 'bout that? Anyhow, do I just head on up to the house?"

"Wouldn't hurt. Good luck."

Marcus straightened up his jacket and proceeded up the hill.

"Jesus. I'm beginning to think Wolf should have been a carpenter instead of a bounty hunter. Look at this joint!"

I don't think I need to tell you how big the house is since I'm banking on the fact that you read the last story, so let's get to the part where he actually gets to the door.

Right as Marcus was about to knock on the door, it opened to reveal Scott standing there with a beaming face.

"Hi, Mark!" he chirped, jumping up to give Marcus a high-five.

"Hey, there, little man. Your sister in?"

"Yep. She's just upstairs getting changed."

"Changed?...okay, then."

"Come on in!"

Marcus stepped inside the house. It was quite lovely on the inside, too. Not as spacious as his own house, but it had a comfortable look about it. Marcus heard footsteps at the top of the stairs, and for a moment he expected to see Coyote, until someone else entirely walked around the corner and spotted him.

"Ah. Hello there, Marcus. Good to see you."

"You too, Wolf."

Wolf O'Donnell. Not exactly a scary man by any definition of the term, but a rather intimidating one. It was thanks to Marcus and Coyote's relationship that Wolf even started to like the McCloud family considering he had been rivals with Fox for well over twenty years until they had called it off three years ago. Like Marcus had said, though, Wolf was a true family man when it got down to it.

"So what have you been up to recently?" Wolf asked as the two sat down in the living room.

"…well, Samus Aran and Captain Falcon got admitted to the hospital just recently."

"I heard about that. Are they alright?"

"More or less. Samus got banged up really bad. She told me she couldn't feel her legs."

"I wouldn't be too worried. The doctors on Corneria are the best that you could possibly get in the galaxy. Paralysis should take only a month to fix."

"Yeah…Wolf, do you know anything about Kursed?"

Wolf stroked his chin for a moment and thought deeply.

"Now that I think about, Panther once told me that he had a run-in with your mother while she was using that persona."

"Oh…you know about that, huh?"

"He called it one of the most shocking and frightening experiences that he had ever run into. Apparently Krystal tried to tear him limb from limb. I had to run in a save him before things got out of hand…why do you ask?"

Marcus told him the same story he had told Damalgo, Chase and Anna. It didn't seem to shock Wolf, but from the way he gutturally grunted, he could tell that he was at least interested.

"I see."

"And now she's sworn that she'll take down anyone she can to get to me."

"That only makes her more pathetic than she already is."

"What?"

Wolf laid a hand on Marcus' shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Tormenting someone is just a passive way of fighting. She's afraid to confront you and Krystal directly, and if that's the case, then chances are that the two of you are possibly much stronger than she could ever hope to be. Tormenting someone is a low blow that shows you have no sense of honour or respect for anyone but yourself. That's not the mark of a true warrior, or even a good person for that matter."

Marcus took a moment to process everything Wolf had told him in his head, then smiled when it all made sense.

"Thanks, Wolf."

"Anytime. You be good to my daughter, now, you got that?"

"Absolutely. I love her more than life itself."

"Good. That's the way it should be."

A pair of arms wrapped around Wolf's shoulder from behind the couch right as he said that.

"You better believe that's the way it should be, 'cause otherwise I'll twist your nuts off." Lori laughed.

Wolf chuckled under his breath and turned his head to kiss his wife's cheek.

"Every day, darling."

Fast footsteps down the stairs signalled it was time for Marcus to stand up and get ready to go, because here came…his half-naked date.

"Jay-zus!" he exclaimed before covering his eyes with one hand.

"Oh, hi, Mark!" Coyote said happily. "Just gimme a second to get a shirt on!"

Marcus turned to Coyote's parents, who were both smirking at him and trying hard not to laugh.

"Uhh…shit happens?"

"Indeed it does, my young friend. Indeed it does."

"Okay! Let's go!" Coyote chirped upon getting properly dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, along with some hiking boots and a heavy-looking backpack.

"You say that AFTER blinding me, eh?"

"Have fun, kids!" Lori called after them.

The two struck up a conversation as they proceeded up the hill and through the valley.

"They seem well." Marcus started

"They are." Coyote replied. "They've been asking me when I'm going to move out of the house, though."

"What, they want you gone?"

"No. I guess they're just curious, that's all. Besides, I wouldn't be pointing fingers if I were you."

"Yes, I know. I haven't moved out of my parents' house, either."

"There's also that I'd bite your finger off if you pointed it at me."

"Peachy."

"And now it's time for you to gaze in splendour at the beauty that is my home planet."

And so he did. The valley below them had so many trees that it was nearly absurd, with one in the middle stretching all the way to the sky. There was so much colour that it almost put The Wind Waker to shame.

"Jeez…so where to?"

Coyote pointed towards the centerpiece of the forest.

"Right there. And let's hurry up. It's almost nightfall."

"…time zones?"

"Yep. We don't wanna be out in the forest when it gets dark out."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I get a little feral at night."

"…the convenience is stunning."

Coyote took his hand and led him down through the forest, rushing through the undergrowth until they finally got to the massive tree.

"And just how pray tell do we get up there?" Marcus asked.

Coyote reached into the backpack she wore and pulled out what looked an awful lot like some sort of gun. She aimed it at a rather large branch about fifty feet of the ground and fired, causing a long hook attached to a cable fly out and clip onto it. She kept her finger on the trigger and cocked her head.

"Grab on…and no holding onto my assets or I'll buck you off me in an instant."

Marcus smirked.

"You have my word."

He wrapped his arms around her torso, and as soon as she was sure he was holding tight, she released the trigger. The cable retracted, pulling the two up through the air and towards the branch as well as forcing them to flip upward when the gun's barrel and hook connected.

"And there we have something Star Wolf DIDN'T rip off." Marcus chuckled.

"Actually Pete made this, but whatever. You hungry?"

"Starved."

Coyote reached into the backpack yet again and whipped out a large metallic container, and upon opening it, Marcus got a warm and delicious scent of cinnamon, honey, and other sweet things, including…

"Is that chocolate?!"

Chocolate?! CHOCOLATE?! CHOOOOOOCOLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE ! ….thanks for laughing at that, dude in the back, 'cause that's probably the stupidest reference in the entire story.

Coyote laughed.

"Of course. Did you think I took a squat over it?"

"Ooookayy, let's just start scarfing this stuff down before that comment gets stuck in my noggin and makes me lose my appetite."

The scarfing began, with them stopping to converse about various things while they were at it. The topics were casual things, like what games they were playing at the moment (for Marcus it was Tekken Tag Tournament 9, and for Coyote it was The Legend of Zelda: United Heroes), how Fox and Krystal were doing as well as Lori and Wolf, and finally the conversation found its way to how Captain Falcon and Samus were faring in the hospital.

"The doctor said they're doing fine, but Samus is definitely paralyzed. They're going to have to perform some nervous treatments and operations on her before they can get her legs working again. Falcon's been sleeping a lot, but judging from both of their jobs, I can't blame them."

"So how long will it take?"

"At least a month for Samus. Falcon should be fine in a week or so."

"That's good…hey, Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you wondered how Falco and Katt have been doing recently? Neither of us have seen them in a month.

"I'd say a second honeymoon judging from the hopeless romantic that is Falco Lombardi."

"He wasn't like that a few years ago."

"Go figure. It's Falco."

Coyote let out a loud and guttural burp.

"Whoops! 'Scuse me!"

Marcus held up one finger, and Coyote burst out laughing when he let out his own burp that was even louder and more obnoxious than hers. They both shared a moment of laughter before Coyote stood up and hung the backpack on a smaller branch above their heads.

"So this is what you consider your personal paradise to be, huh?" Marcus asked.

"Sort of. It looks a little different in my dreams, but this is still pretty close."

Marcus smiled at her just as the sun set behind the horizon and the moon began to rise. He moved over to her and placed his fingertips on the sides of her head.

"Then let's see what your perfect world looks like together. I'm ready when you are."

"You mean it?!"

"I swear. Close your eyes."

She obeyed.

"Now forget what you've seen before you. Show me what you feel."

Coyote drew her perfect world up from inside her mind. A place she had seen in her dreams since she was a little girl. A place where pain and suffering didn't exist. A place where she could share all of its wonders with the boy she loved the most.

"I feel it."

Marcus nodded and closed his own eyes. He pressed his fingertips more firmly against Coyote's cheeks, trying his best to link the two of their minds together. He reached out and felt what she felt. He felt her happiness, her determination, and her love.

"Okay. Ready?"
"Ready."

They counted down together.

"Three…two…one."

They opened their eyes, and before them lay the same valley as before, but illuminated in a moon that was so close that half of it was hidden behind the horizon. The leaves below were glowing a vibrant violet colour, and while there was a large pool far below them, it was now crystalline blue and had a magnificent waterfall crashing down into it. Not to mention that every star, planet, and nebula could be accounted for in the sky.

"Oh my God…" Coyote said, with Marcus noticing a happy tear slip out of her eye. "It's everything that I dreamed it would be."

Coyote stood up, and as she did, several small dots of neon blue light which she was sure were some sort of insect drifted down and settled on her fur. She smiled and spread out her arms, along more of them to rush towards her. By the time the last one had landed, Coyote was glowing bright blue.

"This is wonderful…" she said happily before turning to her date. "You're the best, mark. You really are."

"I try."

The glowing insects gently flew away as Coyote looked over the edge of the massive branch they stood on.

"That pool's a long ways away." she commented.

"Stating the obvious a little, but yes." Marcus replied as he looked over the edge as well.

Then it happened: Coyote began stripping her clothes off right before Marcus' eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?!" he sputtered.

"What? I can't go swimming in my clothes."

She stuck her clothes in the backpack once she had finished and stood there in the same leather bikini that Marcus had seen her wearing on Sauria three years ago. He surprised that she still fit in it since she'd grown considerably since then in more ways than one (YES! I SAID IT!)

"So what do you think? Am I still sexy in a bathing suit?"

"Uhh…."

Coyote laughed.

"No need to answer. Now you get to it, too."

"But I'm not wearing a suit."

"Doesn't matter. Just take your shirt off and you're fine."

"I really don't know about…"

"Do it before I start tickling you."

"Okay, okay."

Marcus slipped off his jacket, then his T-shirt, then finally his muscle shirt and exposed his bare chest to her. He wasn't comfortable with taking his shirt off in front of anyone, even though he didn't look like "two hundred pounds of bird shit" as a certain someone would say. Quite the opposite, actually. He was a hundred and forty pounds of muscular youth.

"Okay. On three." Coyote said, stepping straight up to the edge of the branch.

"On three what?"

"We dive. What else?"
"Are you serious?! It's sounding like you WANT to get the two of us killed!"
"Don't be such a worry wart. Even humans can survive dives from higher than this if they go in properly. Besides, that lake is forty feet deep from where we're going in. We'll be fine."

Marcus was still unsure. Coyote smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Here, I'll go first."

Without warning, she performed a graceful swan dive off the branch, sailing down through the air until she slipped into the water with barely a splash. Judging from how smoothly she had entered, Marcus was unsure that he had even seen this properly. However, she poked her head out of the water not five seconds later laughing and beckoning for him to follow suit.

"Son of a gun…well, here goes nothin'."

Marcus sucked in a breath, feeling his heart rate kick into overdrive. Before he knew it, he was falling head-first towards the lake and bracing himself for any terrible impact. Right as he was slipping into the cool blue water, he had unfortunately moved his leg which slapped heavily against the surface, sending an unbelievable amount of pain through his body. He thrashed about underneath the water for a moment before resurfacing and shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs.

"SON OF A SHIT-SUCKING CUNT-FUCKER, THAT HURTS LIKE A FUCK!"

"Easy there, tiger. It'll wear off."

Marcus clutched at his legs and floated on his side for a little while longer before finally getting upright and swimming closer to Coyote.

"Happy now?"

"Yes. C'mon."

She dove under the water, and Marcus groaned out of pain for a brief moment before sucking in a breath and following her. Now the memories of Sauria from three years ago were greater expressed than ever. The water was so well lit from the strange plants growing from the tree that seeing Coyote was no problem as she led the two of the them through a small crack in the roots. Upon surfacing again, the two were in a wooden chamber of the tree where the light of the moon and stars above could shine down on them.

"So this is the world you live in." Marcus said in content. "It's so beautiful."

"It's only better with you."

"...okay, enough delaying the inevitable. I've got something for you."

He reached into his pocket and dug out the lovely necklace. Coyote covered her mouth in surprise upon seeing it.

"You got that for me?!"

"I figured it could be a memento symbolizing our time together so far."

"Oh my God…I love you so much."

She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly. Marcus smiled and returned the embrace, feeling every single bit of her love. Right before the embrace broke, he gently strung the jewelry around her slender neck and secured it. It hung onto her and radiated off her white fur in the moonlight almost angelically. She was an angel to him…at least save for the spot of red just under the necklace? Coyote noticed this nearly immediately.

"Mark, are you bleeding?"

"Huh?"

He checked all over himself, looking for any trace of a cut or bruise. While normally he would consider it suspicious that there was blood on his girlfriend's present after what had happened at the airway, he found a single cut just along his middle finger.

"Huh. How 'bout that? Well, whatever. So how do you like it?"

"I…I love it. There's really nothing else I can say to describe it."

"And to think this is only the beginning. From here, it can only get better."

Coyote grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The fire in heart accelerated to a blaze just like it had several dozen times before. Before Marcus knew it, she had him lying on the ground with her body pressed against him. He stopped her just as he was sure she was reaching for the strap along her shoulders.

"Hold on there, kid." he laughed. "We're not married here."

"I know, but….I just figured that I could give you a little reward for going out of your way to make me happy tonight."

"Seeing you happy was the reward. It always is."

Coyote could feel tears streaming out of her eyes yet again, this time causing her to start sniffling.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Marcus asked.

"Nothing…you're just the best."

He smiled.

"I try my best." he replied as they embraced. "Only because I love you."

They kissed once more, making the perfect moment even better if that was possible. Her scent, her embrace, her warmth, her love…that was all Marcus needed, and it was all he wanted. This moment was perfect. This date was perfect.

Coyote was perfect.

A few hours later…

Marcus sat in the large windowsill of his room, smiling out at the sky high above. Coyote was probably drifting off to sleep right about now, and as he pictured the young beauty slowly closing her eyes and drifting off into the confines of her dreams, he couldn't help but smile even more.

"Goddamn…I guess I'm just a real sucker for that girl, huh?"

There was no doubt about it. As he got up off the windowsill and climbed into bed, his thoughts were only of her. Just like he had said, this was only the beginning. From here, it could only get better.

"No questioning it." he thought happily. "One of these days…I'm gonna marry her."

Cute, but this scene is about to catch a serious case of mood whiplash, because back on Fortuna, Coyote had just gotten into bed. Her eyes stirred open for a brief moment when she thought she heard a noise, and she nearly screamed when she spotted a figure standing in the moonlight. She couldn't see its face, but right before she blinked and saw it was no longer there, she heard three words that she wanted her following action to greatly contradict.

"Go to sleep."

Yeah, I know who Jeff the Killer is, (rather unfortunately) and here we all thought Slender Man was scary.

But anyways...D'AAAAAWWWW! =D Isn't that cute?! Just be careful, though: mood whiplash plays an important role in this story, and you can probably figure out what that means. Just a quick reminder that once Chapter Seven is up, the story's going on hold until I've finished my Darkstalkers story (or at least get a few good chapters down for it). Don't worry: I'll be working on this story behind the scenes. In fact, I've already finished a much later chapter in it. Until that fateful day, I'll see you guys on the next Angry Joe show...wait, what?

SOUNDTRACK SO FAR

Krystal's nightmare- "Parabola" by Mer (Originally by Tool)

Marcus versus Coyote (friendly)- "Name of the Game" by the Crystal Method

F-Zero race- "F-Zero Medley" by Entertainment System

Space pirate attack- Space Pirate theme from Metroid Prime

Ridley- Ridley's theme from Metroid: Other M

Falcon takes down Ridley- "The Meaning of Truth" by Hiro-X

The date- Ilia's theme from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess