Chapter 4

"Alright, everyone sit the Hell down...that's what he says right?" Samus stated calmly, without breathing fire or screaming angrily. "Just a quick morning announcement: as you all know, Bowser is taking nice classes, so I'm in charge of Smash Corp!" People started cheering wildly, and some whistled. Everyone except for Pit of course.

"I mean, having Samus as boss is cool and all, but I kinda miss Bowser..." Pit said to apparently nobody; they were still going wild over the temporary boss.

"And...well, Bowser left me orders on what to force you "minions" to do, but you know me and orders. Uh, let's just go to Disney World."

-Meanwhile-

"Aaaaaand that concludes today's lesson!" Villager said as he began to pack up his things. "Now, I'm gonna go around the room and ask each of you what you learned." He pointed at a mole holding a pick axe.

"Uh, hi. I'm Resetti and I learned that one way to be nice is to not scream in people's faces for resettin', and..." Resetti paused for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, and-"Aw, for the luvva dirt! I CAN'T DO THIS NO MORE!" thunder crashed in the background. "Bein' nice! My blood pressure! Skyrocketin'!"

"Please Mr. Resetti, calm down! You're forgetting everything we-"

"YOU! YOU PUNK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! You think this is funny? I saw your nose twitch there!" he screamed, flailing his axe while his eyes bulged out of his skull. "That's it! I'm done bein' nice! I'm tunnelin' out of this!" and with that, Resetti tunneled out of Smash Corp, probably to torment some resetters.

Villager stared at the hole on the ground; his eyes full of shock. "Well, it's just you and me now... See you...tomorrow, Bowser?" Bowser was tied to his chair, with his eyelids taped open, and mouth taped shut. His was shaking uncontrollable with rage. He would have burned his way out of his restraints but... Villager had his...furniture.

-On the Smash Corp Bus-

"Samus, please tell me we're there now!" Pit complained jumping in his seat next to Samus. She was only in this position because nobody wanted to sit with him, and she almost felt bad. He went on and on about video games, and how he wanted food, and his wish to fly, and she couldn't bare it any more.

"For God's sake Pit, SIT THE FUCK DOWN! Oh, that's what I wanted to say before..." Samus made a mental note. "Now please, go talk to someone else before I hit you with my Paralyzer on your undescend balls!"

"Ugh, for the record, I'm 14!" Pit said angrily. "And besides, Bowser fired all of my friends, or at least all the people my age." He looked a little sad at this point. "So it's kinda hard to make conversation with anyone."

"Why don't you call that clone of yours, uh, what's his name..."

"Oh, Pittoo?"

At these words, somewhere, very VERY far away, Dark Pit screamed at the top of his lungs, "STOP CALLING ME THAT DAMN IT."

Pit shivered a little. "Uh, he's angry enough since he isn't in this game. Better not talk to him."

"Guessing you don't have many friends, huh?" Pit looked down sadly. "Well, look at me, everyone I ever remotely liked got killed by Ridley, or me, so..."

"Yeah, but people actually like you here... I mean, even Pikachu doesn't really like me anymore. Thinks I don't leave him alone, but that's because I don't know who else to talk to. And Villager is still at Smash Corp on your orders. " Pit turned away from Samus. "Samus, why does everyone hate me?" Samus couldn't help but feel bad for the kid. He may seem annoying, but he only wants to make friends, since all he really has is Pittoo, who is not really happy at the moment, and Palutena, but she doesn't have time to be with him, having Skyworld to run.

Samus pulled him into a weak hug. "Tell you what: let's see if we can find someone for you to be friends with at Disney. Maybe, they'll even be willing to work at Smash Corp."

Pit faced Samus again, his face stained with tears. "You think so?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"You know, for someone who's looked at like a cold hearted bounty hunter, you're actually a really good friend!" Pit began to be his happy self again. "Hey! Wanna play some Team Fortress 2? I brought my laptop-we can take turns!"

"Maybe I'll just watch."

-Back at Smash Corp-

"Oh fuck! Thank God he's fricken' gone! Now, back to my post... Hurting people..." Singed tape layed on the ground. Instead of using stairs like most normal people, Bowser simply jumped through the roof, several stories up. However, his sight was followed by the office building combusting. "SHIT! Where the fuck did everyone go?! I'll have their eyeballs for this!" Bowser ran to his office to get a fork. However something caught his bloodshot eye: a letter from Samus.

Dear Fuck Face:

We left because, well, you're kind of an asshole. I took the whole crew with me. And don't try to follow us: I picked up a few missile expansions at Kmart today. I won't hesitate to use them on you.

Sincerely,
Sammy

"FUCKING FUCK FUCK! That's it! Nuke Revolver! Electrified Missile Launcher! Spring loaded broad swords! Assemble!" Out of nowhere, the weapons called to battle appeared, forming a monstrous weapon of destruction even Bowser feared. Well, not really. "I will hunt you down... One by one. Especially Pit... Nobody shall stand in my way. All will fall to the great mighty-"

"Hi, I'm here for that job-" Megaman abruptly walked in to Bowser's office. His eyes were struck with pure fear, his heart with hopelessness, and his pants with shit.

"Eh, second door on the left." Megaman sidled away.