Ermahgerd so many reviews~! *flails happily*

Thank yooooouuuuuuu~ *tackle hugs the reviewers* And to 12345, I would've PMed you what Marth said, but then again I didn't 'cause I didn't really want to overuse the F word. :P Would be nice if you had an account, though. *glances at the reviews some more* Sheesh, lots are asking what our favourite prince said. Alright, alright, I'll put it in the ANs at the bottom. *looks at the reviews some more*

*sees the reviewer with bazooka* AHHH! I'M SORRY! THIS WON'T BE A FILLER! *runs and uses Marth as a meatshield* Oh, and I finally decided on what'll happen to the Smashers. Enjoy!

Marth: What the f-!

Let the story commence!


Morning. Ah, sweet, wonderful morning. The rising sun shining through the window into the Smasher's rooms, casting the furniture in a warm, golden glow. But it was stupid o' clock in the morning and almost everybody was asleep.

Almost.

Ike was an extremely early riser (even though it seemed unlikely) and had hopped out of bed, carefully though, just in case he might wake Marth up. We got a demonstration of how terrifying he could be last chapter, anyways. That already was the second time that happened while Ike was present, and that alone was enough for a lifetime for anybody. And it was just Ike's luck he got stuck with sharing a room with him and Meta Knight. Not that he minded, the prince was usually very well-mannered. So here he was, wandering the halls in stupid o' clock in the morning.

And, as oblivious as he was, he didn't notice two key points:

1. He was walking around in nothing but his boxers and a black undershirt.

The second one? Heck, I won't tell you that yet.

But someone's gonna flip when they see Ike's situation. And by someone, I don't really mean Ike.

Although he might go into pizza-terrorist mode again. I don't really think he could handle what happened to him too well, no matter how composed he is.

Back to subject.

So Ike was wandering the halls, oblivious of other things happening while the others slept, humming a tune to himself. He was heading to the kitchen to grab a ham sandwich. Maybe some leftover bacon from yesterday. And a glass of milk would be nice too. He let a light skip into his step, still humming, and skipped into the said room. If anyone caught him acting happy-go-lucky like that, he would never hear the end of it. But at the moment, he didn't care.

He didn't really give a shit about anything at the moment. Nothing at all.

Not to mention he was feeling awfully childish today.

Carefully readjusting his step to his usual walk, he peeked in just in case someone was having some early morning coffee or tea. Spotting no one, he walked in, now whistling, to fill his grumbling stomach. He stretched and let out an odd-high-pitched yawn before reaching towards the cupboard to get a plate.

That's when he noticed something was horribly wrong.

He had to stretch his arm quite a bit to reach said cupboard. Ike yelped and jumped back, examining himself. Why the hell am I a midget? Did someone sneak a mini-mushroom into my dinner? He stormed out of the kitchen (quietly, mind you) to give that person a piece of his mind, when a wall mirror in the hall caught his eye.

Brown hair. Short. Childish face.

His eyes widened, and the kid-mercenary gasped. This couldn't be possible! What the fucking hell?

He ran to a broom closet and locked himself in.

Deep breaths. Deep, refreshing breaths... Aw fuck, I can't get fresh air in a broom closet!

He burst back out of the closet, looking eerily calm but seriously panicking on the inside.

Aw fudge, nobody'll recognize me like this! Really, of all things, did I have to turn into myself as a kid? When did I look like this, when I was ten or eleven or something? Shrinking would've been better! I mean, they might recognize me with blue hair, but never with brown! I don't even know WHY I had brown hair back then! Gotta get to the bottom of this mess!

He dashed off to the room he shared with Marth and Meta Knight, temporarily forgetting about Marth's foul mood in the mornings. He was running a lot faster than usual. And not so loud. He slammed the door open, now panicking externally.

Good thing the prince was a sound sleeper.

But Meta Knight wasn't.

Ike froze when he heard a groan from the other side of the room, coming from Meta Knight's small bed. Not that the mercenary knew that. He paled at the thought of waking Marth up. Breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no movement from Marth's bed besides the gentle rise and fall of the Altean's breathing.

When he saw Meta Knight approaching him though, he nearly screamed. Luckily he didn't. That would've been terrible. Meta Knight stared at Ike. Ike gaped at MK. Dark indigo hair, pale skin, golden slanted eyes, slim face, pretty short. Yet somehow still managing to look terrifying in star-print pajamas and fluffy bunny slippers.

Meta Knight finally mustered the strength to form a sentence.

"Talk about this outside." The former puffball growled and stumbled towards Ike and dragged him out of the room, nearly pulling the mercenary down with him when he slipped on... Nothing really, but he was really unstable on his feet.

Meta dragged him all the way to the kitchen, tripping on every second step. The first thing he did was make himself a strong cup of tea after clumsily dragging Ike to the table. About half a cup of tea was wasted that day. Finally somehow managing to sit down (after missing the chair five times and spilling another quarter of his tea) Meta Knight gave Ike a harsh glare.

"Who are you?" MK snarled, his Spanish accent marring his words. Ike promptly facepalmed, giving the former puffball the universal sign for crazy.

"Take the hair, make it blue, and add about five years, then you might remember." He muttered bluntly and crossed his arms.

Meta Knight's left eye twitched. How dare this knave speak to him in such a way? Ike rolled his eyes and waved his arms.

"Hello? Owner of Ragnell, Final Smash is Great Aether, Signature attack Aether, Side Special Quickdraw, Special Eruption? Refers to Ragnell as a she? Damn Meta, I didn't know you were this slow in the mornings."

Said knight raised an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes. Damn, he really needs that tea. "..." Ike headdesked this time. He then pointed at himself and bellowed:

"IT'S IKE, YOU DOLT!"

The other cringed at the volume and looked away before coughing into his hand. He quickly gave Ike a sideways shut-the-hell-up-before-you-wake-up-the-entire-man sion death glare.

"Oh, sorry. Only you can be so blunt. Not my fault I'm groggy though, with you slamming the door and panicking like that." He snorted before looking at his near-empty teacup in disdain. " It also seems that I have turned into a humanoid. I'm still adjusting to the body and I have a bad... neck cramp, was it?- For sleeping in a bed that suddenly seemed much too small in the middle of the night." Meta Knight glanced back up at Ike with an even more intimidating glare. If looks could kill, Ike would've died, been revived, and died again.

The mercenary shivered. The former ran a hand through messy indigo hair, only to have the bangs fall back in place.

"Now, what happened to you? And why exactly is your hair brown?"

Ike found himself hesitating on the answer. Something he rarely did, really.

He found himself shrugging. "Dunno, I woke up like this, I think. As for the brown hair... IHNFI."

"IHNFI?" Meta Knight questioned, raising an eyebrow again. He must be enjoying the feeling of actually having some.

"I have no fucking idea."

The mercenary found himself facing yet another death glare. Cue game over noise.

Long day ahead, that's for sure.


The thing that the other two didn't know, was that Ness had also woken up and was staring at himself in the mirror. You see, he woke up to quickly sneak out and try to catch Meta Knight without his mask, but that'd be an excuse for why he really was awake. The real reason was partly because his bed had suddenly seemed cramped and partly because he was REALLY thirsty. His throat was the equivalent of a desert.

The reason he was staring at himself in the mirror in a way that only Peach or Zelda should?

Well, he was actually average height for his age.

If you want it more specifically: He actually looked like someone from Fire Emblem. A real-looking freaking person. Not the chibi style from Mother or Earthbound.

Ho-ly ca-rap.

He couldn't decide whether to rejoice or panic. His mouth was hanging open, unable to form a sentence. If he keeps gaping like that, he'll get a fly in his mouth.

Five minutes into staring at himself, the black-haired PSI user remembered the reason why he woke up. He pushed the thought of actually being proportionate for once aside and let out a hoarse whisper. He really WAS parched.

"To the kitchen!"

He ran through the hallways, relishing the thought of having longer legs and skidded around a corner.

Ness hadn't even brushed his teeth.

The PSI user levitated down the stairs, turning a few more corners before bursting into the kitchen. He was even thirstier than he was before.

Well, the kid forgot everything about being thirsty when he saw who was in the room.

You know who they are. Well, Ness didn't.

Some other guy around his age that looked scarily similar to Ike -just with brown hair- and a dark blue-haired dude with really creepy golden eyes. Ness gulped and opened his mouth to say something until he saw the brunette's hand twitch to a spot on his waist where a weapon would be sheathed if it wasn't so early in the morning.

Nevertheless, the PSI user shut up. The indigo-haired person (Ness couldn't tell how old he was) then spoke in a voice much too familiar to Ness.

"Ness?" The boy blinked.

Silence. Then recognition.

"HOLY CRAP IS THAT META KNIGHT?!" The brunette dashed over to the black-haired boy and clapped a hand to the latter's mouth.

"Shut up!" He hissed through his teeth before removing his hand and crossing his arms. "Do you WANT everybody to wake up?"

Meta Knight just looked into his empty teacup and muttered something along the lines of "pot calling the kettle black".

The brunette just glared at the Star Warrior. "Hey! I heard that!"

Ness continued gaping, before pointing towards the brown-haired boy and exclaiming: "IKE!" Said mercenary smacked him over the head. "No shit Sherlock!" The PSI user rubbed his head. "Ow."

Meta Knight coughed quietly and gestured towards the two to sit down.

The duo wasn't paying attention.

"What was that for?!"

"You were getting on my nerves!"

"Well that's no reason to hit me!"

"Of course it is!"

"No fair! We're the same age now!"

"...Sure."

The Star Warrior glared and started tapping his foot, before getting too annoyed, jumping up and yelling at the two to sit down. The two immediately rushed to claim a seat.

"Now, does anyone have a theory as to how we fell into this... Predicament?"

The table went silent.

Then Ness' eyes widened. Oh my God. The crystal.

It did this. I'm sure of it.

But I need to know-

"Ness? Something wrong?"

Said person jolted upright and turned towards the voice. Ike. Looking at him in concern.

Ness replied quickly. "Sorry. Spaced out."

The mercenary shrugged.

"But-" Both swordsmen turned to the boy.

"We have to find out who else this happened to and find out what exactly happened. Before the whole mansion completely freaks out. And we'll need some backup."

Ike and Meta Knight could only agree, mildly shocked at the amount of intellect the usually happy-go-lucky boy was pouring out.

They need to get to the bottom of this- But they needed help.

And who knows in what condition the others are stuck in?


Ugh. Finally got this done.

Wonder what happened to the others? Don't worry, I decided all of their FATES. Muahaha.

I know that his seems mildly rushed, mainly because it is. And declining in quality towards the end, since I had no idea what the f*ck I was doing at that point.

Oh right! The translations from last chapter:

GUCHI NO ANATA WA SUKOSHI HITO NO MUSUKO! - YOU LITTLE SONS OF BITCHES!

SEIKO! - FUCK YOU!

... Damn Marth, you have a terrible potty mouth in the morning.

Anywho, HUUUGE thanks to the reviewers/favers/followers/people who aren't making themselves known!

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Q: Who's condition do you guys wanna see next? Remember that a few won't be affected~!