Update 12/12/2014: Made some grammatical updates.

The day finally ended, and Little Mac went to go get some sleep.

In his stay at the mansion so far, he met a friendly Italian dude, a very nice person, a yellow mouse, a pervert that came from the ceiling of the gym, and a man who flipped out because of Chess. Oh yeah, and he also met a flying glove, alongside a sandbag with googly eyes.

Things were already looking strange for Mac.

Taking off his jumpsuit, Little Mac noticed that someone put the luggage Doc Louis brought in a corner. Thanking whatever employee that took their time to bring the luggage in, he dressed out of his boxing clothes, fitting himself into a simple pair of boxer shorts. Like his jumpsuit, the boxers were pink.

The boxer proceeded to take out some of the items he brought along with him. He brushed his teeth, washed his teeth, and even took a quick shower. Mac noticed that he could have just worn the boxers after he showered, but he just stopped caring about such matters due to his weary state. Sleep sounded just too good for him after a fairly chaotic first day.

Little Mac walked out of his bathroom after drying his hair, heading straight towards his bedroom.

Something, however, caught his eye.

There was a person sitting on his sofa, sleeping silently.

Why did Peach pop up here?

He supposed that some rich ladies knew how to teleport into random places. With that said, the lightweight boxing champion walked over to the sleeping lady. In her hands was a basket of flowers.

Ah... But then again, Doc and Master Hand might have returned to his dormitory for unknown reasons. How Peach herself entered the dormitory remained a mystery to him.

Mac supposed that the flowers were for either him or someone she was unable to give to. After all, it could not be meant for Doc Louis, as his favorite flower was "chocolate," or so he claimed.

The boxer in boxers looked around. Mac did not bring in any blankets, and currently, he only had one in his bedroom. With that said, he had no intentions on leaving the kind person alone, even if he did not know where she regularly slept at. Sure, the temperature manager in the room actually seemed great, but who was he to assume that everyone would feel things just like he did?

Taking out the soft, white blanket out of his bedroom, the lightweight champion walked over to the woman before roughly placing it over her. He was not one to wrap people with blankets, though he was the kind of person who sort of sent boxers flying into hospital blankets. At the very least, he did take the basket of flowers from the woman's hands before placing it next to her at a fair distance.

Looking at the woman now covered by the white blanket, Little Mac went back to his bedroom. He slept comfortably.

The next day, things got very uncomfortable for Mac.

Much to his relief, Peach had sort of disappeared, though she did leave the basket in front of his bedroom door. There was a tiny letter stuffed at the center of the basket with the following words: "These flowers leave good scents! I hope you enjoy them."

The flowers did, indeed, smell nice. The fragrance it left behind, however, was a little too strong for his nose, as he never really did spend time nearby a lot of flowers. After all, the only flower he saw very commonly was chocolate.

What really bothered him was how a sudden amount of people began to wander around the mansion.

First things first, he saw a man in some sort of old-fashioned tunic. It almost looked like a green dress, though the man who donned the clothes said otherwise. He had pointy ears like that of an elf's, and sharp eyes that had the experience of a warrior's within them. The man ignored Mac, only offering him a quick glance.

There was also Robin, whom he had met the previous day. Much to his dismay, once Robin saw Mac, his eyes glued themselves on the lightweight champion, disturbing him to the point where he felt like busting out of the mansion with Ghost Rider's motorcycle. What kinds of emotions Robin had behind the obviously hellbent face, Little Mac did not want to know. Currently, it seemed that the white-haired man did not like something about the boxer. Perhaps it was because of the stereotypical image of a boxer?

No... It was probably more than that.

Then Mac came across a humanoid fox with a blaster on its belt. Thankfully enough, the fox known as "Fox McCloud" had his fair share of manners, as he immediately introduced himself after noticing Mac. Fox was the leader of a mercenary group known as Star Fox, and had saved worlds with his own wits and several combat vehicles. Though Mac did respect Fox for what he apparently did, he just could not help but feel weirded out by the mercenary's appearance.

The lightweight champion also met the person in the blue jumpsuit, who he remembered from his first day at the strange, new world. She did not seem that interested in Little Mac at the moment, as she consistently jumped over a jump rope... on top of a rail.

Some people were just weird.

Mac proceeded to enter the cafeteria, only to bump into a tall figure. He felt his body roughly push through a thick cape before colliding against the body of the cape's wearer.

"Hm?"

A man with red hair and a beard turned to Mac, only to raise an eyebrow. He had clothes that seemed like they came from royalty, though not exactly from a good one. A disturbing light remained glowing at the center of his chest, and his entire facial structure screamed "I'm evil."

And sure enough, the man was evil. Little Mac noticed that this man was the same person who got punched out of a window the other day.

"Watch where you're going, kid," the man with the evil eyes muttered, turning back to get his food. Mac blinked as he watched the red-haired man kick a kid with a baseball cap away from the lunch line.

Little Mac concluded that the man hated kids.

The boxer walked over to the boy who got kicked by the red-haired man. Helping him up, Mac noticed that the boy had a particularly innocent look on his face. How someone would decide it's commonplace to kick kids like the man just did for no justified reason would be beyond Little Mac's comprehension.

...Except Disco Kid. Anyone knew that Disco Kid could take a beating. The lightweight boxer was still grateful for the fact that Disco Kid did not hold as much hostility during boxing matches like most of the other boxers Mac faced, though the funky dancer did strike to him as an oddball.

The boy bowed politely before taking his lunch and scampering away.

It felt strange for Mac to see a bunch of people moving around the mansion, especially after seeing nobody around in the day before. The boxer ruffled the back of the hoodie he placed over his head. After taking his lunch, which turned out to be some sort of unidentified substance that Mac felt a little suspicious about, the boxer hurriedly found the spot he took the previous day. No one sat at where he was.

Skipping breakfast due to an overdose of sleep was extremely rare for Mac, but it definitely did not startle him at all. For someone who had to worry much more than an overdose of sleep, such things became quite trivial for the boxer. He woke up when he needed to, when he wanted to, and when he felt like doing so.

With a blank look on his face, the boxer sat down with Robin.

Robin?

When did Robin enter the cafeteria as well?

The lightweight champion pretended to act as if he did not notice the white-haired man that somehow followed him. Mac picked up a spoon before poking at the plain-looking blue substance on his plate. It looked... like jelly.

"That's Chu Chu Jelly," Robin pointed out, causing Mac to look up at him. "It tastes weird, but it provides a great amount of energy. Lucina gave me my own lunch, though, so I didn't eat it this time."

So why are you here? Mac wanted to ask, though he decided not to blurt that out loud.

Looking back at the Chu Chu Jelly, he took a handful of the jelly before eating it.

"..."

"How does it taste?"

Little Mac blinked, attempting to figure out just what on Earth he was eating. At first, he felt as if he was drinking one of Soda Popinski's chemical-enhanced sodas. The second after he felt such a weird taste made him feel like crap. Finally, he tasted something bitter.

It was official; the blue jelly sucked big time.

Still, the boxer was not reluctant on deciding whether to stop eating or not. Without any hesitation, the lightweight fighter consumed the entire jelly in mere seconds before putting his spoon down. Yet again, Robin had a fairly surprised expression.

Everything about Mac made the white-haired man look surprised so far. The boxer did not like it.

"You're strange," Robin said out of the blue. Little Mac looked up from the table, his hoodie shielding his eyes.

"I am sorry if this seems sudden," the man continued, "but I would like to make a request."

"...?"

Robin seemed extremely nervous about whatever he was going to ask. In fact, the way he fidgeted and looked around let Mac know that something was about to happen.

Slamming the table, Robin bolted up from his chair before he pumped a fist in front of himself, loudly proclaiming,

"I have the desire to have a REMATCH IN CHESS WITH YOU! WILL YOU-"

"No."

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"...Erm," Robin cleared his throat, still standing, before he asked once again with an open smile, "may we have a rematch in Chess?"

"No."

"...Why not?"

The boxer shrugged. How the heck was he supposed to know? Mac himself did not feel like playing Chess right at the moment, and he had a feeling that Robin was expecting something incredible out of him. Little Mac was, by no means, actually good at the game of Chess itself; he just had good ways of creating strategies for nearly every circumstance.

Standing up from the table, Little Mac obliviously walked away, leaving Robin standing still with the world's saddest smile of frozen excitement. The boxer stopped walking in the middle of his departure, turning back to take a quick look at Robin.

Robin stared at him, the sad smile still on his face. Mac swore he saw the man tremble for a millisecond.

Sometimes, Mac wanted to question Doc Louis on whether all of the Smash Tourneys' fighters had secret buttons that could be pushed to make every single one of them snap.

Nodding at Robin ever so slightly, Mac watched the white-haired man brighten up. Perhaps he himself needed to relax a little...

"Then it's set! Um... when would you prefer to have the rematch?"

The boxer slightly tilted his head upward, as if to think about it. In reality, the boxer was thinking about when the heck the tryouts would begin. Having the tryouts interrupt the Chess match could possibly result in more explosions and thunder bolts. Mac did not want to undergo that very experience for as long as possible.

Several hours later...

Lucina and Robin sat across each other at the same place they played Chess with each other the other day.

The Falchion's wielder felt a tad bit worried about Robin.

Ever since Robin had lost in Chess so quickly to who appeared to be a newcomer, the white-haired man had begun studying books involving strategy. He kept on muttering how his best was "not enough," despite the fact that he served in the cause of destroying the nightmare that haunted their world; Grima.

Right at the moment, the slayer of Grima gained the motivation to defeat a guy in a pink jumpsuit.

"Lucina."

"What is it, Robin?"

"I'm going to have a rematch with the Sir Macintosh tonight."

The blue-haired woman dropped the novel she had been reading, giving Robin an incredibly disturbed look.

"...And what on Ylisse led you to conclude that Sir Mac's first name is actually Macintosh?"

"I... I just like the ring to Macintosh. It reminds me of apples. And apples remind me of the law of gravity."

"What're you even-"

"Wait! Lucina! I just figured something out! Maybe I could just use one of those 'computer' things around and find tips on how to defeat Sir Mac."

"But you never even used a computer before, Robin! Furthermore, you don't even know what to use to get such information!"

"Do you know, Lucina? It'd be great if-"

"No!"

"Lucina."

"What...?"

"Let's learn how to use a computer."

The blue-haired woman prevented herself from smashing the table in front of her into pieces.

"For Naga's sake, no! I do not plan on learning how to use a computer just to invade Sir Mac's privacy!"

"That... is kind of true. Actually, I'm not even sure if Sir Mac is a renowned Chess player in the first place. I have to admit, though..."

Robin placed his hands on his lap as he set aside the Chess Strategy book he had been reading.

Lucina gulped. Oh no, she thought hopelessly as she braced for what was about to come.

"He's so interesting!"

Robin practically had stars in his eyes.

"Right, Lucina? Isn't that fair man interesting? I am quite curious about him now! He must have great experience as a strategist. A perfect figure to study and learn upon!"

Oh no, Lucina thought with a horrified frown. My dear friend... My dear brethren... just snapped... because of a man in a pink jumpsuit...

And indeed, Robin looked like he did snap. For a very, very long time, Robin maintained the personality of a calm and collected individual who was unable to accept that many jokes without making his own. This version of Robin, however, had begun to vanish during his time in the Smash Tourneys. While the Smash Tourneys themselves were great to participate in, she could not help but worry about her friend's diminishing sanity in such a strange world.

She needed to do something. She needed to do something before Robin snapped and go crazy like the man known as "Roy" had before. Though she highly doubted that Robin would smash his sword onto the ground and blow up Master Hand's entire collection of Smash Tourney pictures like Roy had, it was possible that the white-haired man could do something just as bad through a different way.

I'll do something about this! I HAVE to do something about this! I know it's sudden, but I'm better off solving the problem as suddenly as it appeared! The sooner the better.

But... what could she do?

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...She did not seem to have much of a choice. Perhaps the pink man was the root of all of this. Perhaps the man in the pink jumpsuit was the true bane of Robin's sanity. Whatever the case was, however, Lucina needed to pry Robin off of Sir Mac.

After all, she could probably win at a game without a substantial amount of strategies... right?