A/N: Hey guys, I hope you're all doing okay! This is the second chapter of this fic, I worked on it yesterday when I got home. I really hope you guys are happy with this; I'm in school right now(in history), so technically this is not legal. XD (Tip: listen to either break free, fight song, love myself, or let it go-frozen's let it go- while listening to this, maybe near the end during the makeover.) Love you guys!

Disclaimer: I know I forgot to say this before in the first chapter: I do NOT own ssb. I wish I did though. *sighs*

One week earlier…

Princess peach rose out of bed from her beauty sleep, being woken by one of her toad servants who wakes her by singing the Mario Bros. theme in his groggy, high-pitched voice. She swung her legs over the side of the bed when he was finished and left the room, and was approached by schedule toad, another one of her many servants. She had a servant for literally everything.

"Good morning, Miss Toadstool." Said the schedule servant. "Are you ready to hear your schedule for today?"

I really don't want to... Was her desired response. However, a proper princess must always have manners, and goodness forbid she ever oppose.

"Why, yes, that would be… delightful." She lied about the last part, it would really be pure torture, another day of listening to her schedule for an hour in the morning. The toad cleared his throat before speaking.

"Wednesday. Plans for today are to get pretty, hang out with the girls, go shopping for new baking supplies, get kidnapped by Bowser (for the eighteen-hundred-thousand, five-hundred and ninety-seventh time), relax at the spa…" Peach zoned out at shopping. Being a princess is hard work. You do this, and that, and whatever-after comes next, smile, wave, curtsy to your left and blah-blah-blah-blah-blah."And to go on a royal walk with the princess of Sarasland." Peach felt a bit happier after hearing about her best friend, maybe she could talk to her about 'princess struggles'.

"Shall I leave so you can get ready m'am?"

Peach turned to the toad, tired. "Yes, that would be quite nice, thank you."

So, the princess went and got glammed up by her makeup and wardrobe and hair stylist toads. After approximately three hours of hard work, the princess was finally ready to step into the world. She politely thanked her toads and stepped out into the house of smash. She went for breakfast in the manor's cafeteria, and ordered a croissant with an orange slice at the side. Peach went and sat at her usual table with the 'elite of smash', or the most popular smashers in the residence. She felt honored to be one of them; everyone wanted to join them. But at the same time it was overwhelming, all the party invites she got, all the love questions she got, she barely had any time on her hands, adding all these other activities weren't quite so easy. She also felt rather fake being in at group. The other people of the smash elite were Zelda, Samus, Rosalina, Kirby, Mario, Link, Pit, Shulk, the Robin twins, Roy, Marth, and Ike. The twins however, weren't there. It was assumed by Peach that the twins may have been in the manor's library sleeping. The twins had their own rooms they slept in, they just often stayed late at the library and fell asleep reading. As she took her seat, all eyes landed on her.

"Hey, Peach," Said Pit. "You look nice, as always."

"Yeah," Ike started. "I could never be able to live as a girl; hair, makeup, clothes and all."

"Girls and their makeup." Shulk commented.

Peach wasn't quite sure how to feel about that last comment. But she knew that these comments sounded more and more fake, day, by, day.

As breakfast continued on, Peach just sat there and ate her croissant and orange slice. She got some comments from Link and Samus on how she needs to eat more. Peach was slightly offended, but seeing as a proper princess pretty much has no control over her own soul, she just stayed quiet. She wasn't one for watching what she ate; she loved eating! She just had a small stomach capacity. She was used to being offended by other smashers anyway. Last week they were all commenting on how she shouldn't dress up so much, but little did they know it's a princess' duty to be glam at all costs at all times. Why else would she wear a dress and heels while fighting with her hair down?.

As the group finished off, she just sat there and made a few comments here and there. After all, as the pretty face of the 'elite of smash', you just sat there, looked pretty and like you're doing something, while all the 'real people' did all the talking. While the group was conversing, Dark Pit and Wario passed by their table.

"Some women really try too hard." Dark Pit said, making eye contact with Peach to make sure that she knew he meant her. This is what set the princess off.

She stood up in an angry fashion and walked over to Dark Pit.

"You sir, have no idea how hard it is being a girl, a princess no less. You don't have to cake your makeup on, wear a whole bunch of dresses, make sure every lock of hair is in place; and that's not even the half of it. You have no right to comment." Dark pit backedhimself against the wall that was close by in fear.

At this time, all the people in the manor's cafeteria were looking in shock at the princess. Link decided to cut in.

"Peach, just forget it."

If Peach wasn't a burning fume, she was a massive explosion now.

She turned to Link, and started ratting him and the group out.

"Just forget it? Are you kidding me? I can't believe you guys, you're all nothing more that some self-absorbed brats who have no room in their hearts for anybody else. Goodness; you're so selfish, you expect others to 'just forget it' when they're upset, and don't even lift your finger to stick up for your so-called friends! I find it hard to believe that people actually want to be one of you. I'm done with you guys. Goodbye." The princess turned to leave, clear to Link that he had made a mistake, but was stopped when she heard Zelda call her name.

"Peach, you're like the pretty face of our group; you can't just leave us like this!"

"Oh, so I'm just your pretty face?"

"Well…" Zelda didn't know what to say.

Princess Peach left the Cafeteria in anger and went to her room. In fact, so much anger that she was literally on fire and left a trail of burnt charcoal wherever she went. She took a bubble bath and thought about this. She felt bad for leaving the 'elite of smash' in this position, but then again, all the smashers were probably all lined up to be the next 'pretty face'. She called her calendar toad and told him to cancel everything, and to call the manor's school secretary(the smash mansion has a school built into it) and tell them she was on an emergency trip back in the Mushroom Kingdom. She decided that she would go take a vacation to Isle Delfino for a few days and think.

Now…

Our Princess was ready for change. She stood there, outside of smash mall, credit cards in hand, narrowing her eyes at the sign: Smash County Mall. She went through the mall entrance and got straight to business.l First she walked into her favourite fashion boutique. She bought grey sweatpants and brown uggs. She also bought some leggings in grey and black, and yoga pants in black. She asked if they did customized clothes. Luckily, they did. She got a baggy grey sweater with her emblem on it (her crown with a pink background) and a black umbrella. The stylists tried to bring her to the jewelry center, but she kept saying no, which confused them. Normally the princess cleared out the jewelry section.

She then went to the Shower and Skin Works store (you know exactly what I mean) and just bought a toothbrush, face cloth, shampoo and body wash, without buying conditioner, cleansers and other products, which also confused the workers in that store, knowing that there was definitely something up with their princess.

She then rode the shopping cart full of her purchases right past the makeup store, which confused these workers too. Normally, Peach was all about beauty and perfection, which she clearly embodies, but this time she didn't even look the workers of the store in the eye.

She walked into the home decor store, and bought a plain grey bed set with a black, leather bed frame. She bought a brown wooden dresser with a mirror attached, and a large, gray carpet. She got a black wooden chair and a plain, grey bookshelf. She also bought many cans of grey paint and a black shower curtain. These workers were confused; why would Peach go from all pink to all grey?

Lastly, she walked into the hair salon and asked for only hair elastics and a brush. The hairdressers were, once again, confused. Peach loved hair accessories and products, but just a brush and elastics? Oof.

Princess Peach walked out of the mall, confident and empowered. She was a young woman in a large world, capable of anything she set her mind to.

Back in her room, she got to work. Peach emptied her dressers in the middle of her floor and threw them into the pile of clothes she had just made. She gathered all beauty and products into a garbage bag and threw the bag into the pile. She walked into her shoe closet and threw all her shoes into the pile. She went to her bathroom and took her tooth brush, tooth paste, face cloth, shampoo, conditioner, masque, body conditioner and body wash in the pile. Finally, she threw her bed, all other furniture and decor into the pile. Then, she pulled out a match and set the pile on fire, watching the pile burn with the biggest smile she'd ever made.

She then got to work without hesitation.

She started by painting the walls and doors of her room grey. She placed the carpet down and then placed the bed (with bedding already on it) in the corner. She put the chair in the corner, and put the dresser beside it. She filled the shoe closet with her uggs, and placed every clothing item she purchased up in her closet. She took her bookshelf and filled it with books about female empowerment and how to hate everyone. She went to her shower and placed her body wash and shampoo there, and placed her toothbrush and face cloth on her bathroom counter. She finally put on a sweater and sweatpants with uggs, and placed her hair in a messy bun, but kept her crown; it was essential to her fighting moves. She looked at her new room, then in her new mirror. She looked different…

And she liked it.

A/N: So that's this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed, and I wanna see if we can get at least five faves; if we do I will continue this! If there's anything that I'm missing to make this better please let me know! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Love you guys!