(A/N) The things I'm choosing to do instead of my Anatomy paper due this Friday. Whatever man.
Happy reading as always!
Lucas let out a groan, turning over on his mattress so he was positioned on his back. He stared up at the wood board holding his roommate's mattress, tracing the patterns of the wood with his eyes. The room was dead silent and dark. The boy craned his neck to look over at his clock, the illuminated screen displaying 2:34 AM. Lucas groaned again and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, throwing the bed sheets of him. Placing his feet on the ground, he applied light pressure to avoid making the floorboards squeak and possibly waking up his slumbering friend. A sudden snore made the blonde jump, and he stood still to see if it continued. Lucas looked up at the top of the bunk bed and heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that Ness was still asleep and likely in the middle of a dream.
He returned to the matter at hand when declaring it was safe to make the slightest amounts of noise once more- Lucas had narrowed down his current situations to a few points.
One- he could not sleep.
Two- it was incredibly early in the morning. Or late, depending on how you perceive it.
And thirdly- he was hungry.
Very hungry.
Lucas cautiously made his way over to the door of the room, twisting the doorknob gently and slowly as though he feared that with anymore force that it would snap off and he would be trapped in the room forever.
What a travesty that would be.
Especially with how hungry he is at the moment.
He pulled the door shut behind him with a satisfying click and turned to head down the corridor leading to the kitchen. The entirety of the Smash Mansion was mute, which was usually a rare occurrence, when it isn't past 2 in the morning. The hallway Lucas walked down was dimly lit, the lights dangling from the walls placed on the lowest setting available so the light wouldn't disturb the sleeping residents.
A few minutes past although it felt like a mere thirty seconds to the boy given that he had the directions to the kitchen burned into the back of his mind. The first few nights that he had woken up and desired something to snack on, Lucas found himself grabbing a flashlight or even dragging Ness out of bed to go with him since he was so terrified of walking through the gigantic manor solo.
Now it was simple.
Lucas surveyed the kitchen, freshly cleaned with neatly stacked dishes and silverware left out on the counter for the chef in the morning to set out for all of the famished fighters. The scent of lemon tickled Lucas nose, making him sneeze reflexively and instantly cover his nose and mouth afterwards due to the loud noise he produced. Another scent wafted over to his nasal cavity, this one more warm and inviting, and not as offensive as the citrus fruit.
Chocolate chip cookies.
Freshly baked ones too. Perfect.
The boy spotted the plate sitting on the table, uncovered and alone with nothing around it. As he sauntered up, he saw how they were untouched, most likely being left out by Princess Peach for a meal to be eaten later today. Lucas picked one up, crumbs rolling off of its surface and falling to the ground below, soon forgotten.
"Peach wouldn't mind if I ate just one." He spoke aloud to himself, acting as a push for taking the treat that teased him mercilessly. Besides, it's not like the princess counted the cookies before putting them out for the night.
Okay, so she did but he doesn't know that.
Lucas made his way back out into the empty corridor and began the trek to return to bed, munching softly on the cookie and rubbing the crumbs away from his mouth. He was about to make a left turn when a chill worked its way up his spine, making his hair stand on end. An unmistakable sensation of dread settled in his stomach, similar to the kind of feeling he experienced when he had learned of his brother being turned into a dangerous force of evil a year back.
This sensation wasn't as strong as the one felt back then, but it was still present nonetheless. And awful.
Lucas peered over his shoulder, his entire body trembling and he let out a gasp when he noticed what was behind him.
A large, unrecognizable creature was taking up the middle of the hallway. Its body was large and dark like the night sky, although Lucas thought it seemed to be even darker than that. A horrifying black shade, reminding Lucas of dark caves with no light or chasms that seemed to have no bottom. The monster appeared to have no eyes, but a large mouth coupled with sharp dagger-like teeth and a long tongue. Its body was that like a lion, but much larger in mass. On what could be assumed to be its hands and feet were claws, but could practically be considered knifes, digging into the rug below it and splitting the seams. What terrified Lucas the most was what its body consisted of. It lacked a solid form, but rather looked as though it was composed of particles or dark matter.
The beast released a roar, raising one of its claws and slashing down at Lucas. The younger boy jumped out of the way and listened to the sound of carpet being torn. He quickly stood and turned to run down the hallway, unable to hear the beast's pursuit behind him due to the sound of his heart beat vibrating in his ears.
"Help! Someone!" The boy sobbed, refusing to steal a peek over his shoulder to see whether or not the monster was actually opting to give chase or not. The psychic was unable to produce any logical thoughts except for the prayers that maybe this was all a bad dream and he would wake up any moment to Ness shaking him.
Except this was no nightmare.
This was real life.
Suddenly, Lucas felt a cold sensation erupt in his chest and spread throughout the rest of his body. He let out a strangled scream, his cries fading away to silence. He fell to the ground motionless, eyes stuck open and wide but staring at nothing.
The beast crawled over and stood above the frozen body, dark particles separating from its body and surrounding the boy below. Another roar was released and then both the beast and Lucas were gone.
Ness' eyes fluttered open lazily and he yawned. Sitting up, he dangled his legs over the side of the bunk bed and raised both arms above his head stretching. He snatched his baseball cap from where it was left at the foot of the bed, and placed it on his head, turning it to the side slightly.
"'Good morning Lucas," Ness called out, floating gently to the ground. After a few moments of silence passed, Ness whirled around to face the other bed. "Lucas?"
He blinked several times in confusion at seeing the unoccupied bed, clearly missing a body under the sheets. He took note of the state of Lucas' area- the sheets were bundled up and tossed to the side, a sign that at some point the younger boy had gotten up and had yet to return. Ness knew this because of how notorious the blonde was for desiring a clean living arrangement. The first thing he would do every morning when we woke up, before getting cleaned up for the day or leaving for breakfast, was making his bed.
"Lucas?" Ness repeated, searching frantically around the room for another sign on where the other boy might have gone off to.
Ness let out a shaky breath and grabbed his clothes that were lying on the ground of the room from getting knocked off the bed at some point in the middle of the night. He had no idea where Lucas had gone.
He did know that something terrible must have happened.
(A/N) Wellll, there you have it! My slight attempt at trying to get more action up in this joint. Although it wasn't really much.
Poor Lucas. I chose to use him for this chapter because he happened to be who I mained back in the days of Brawl, and he was freaking sick. Plus I really do love the whole Mother franchise and thought his story in Mother 3 was beautifully tragic. Tugged at the ol' heart strings.
But yeah. So now we have a better idea of who might be behind the disappearances after all!
Hope y'all enjoyed it!