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Chapter 10: Talk it Out

May 4th

8:00 A.M

Smash Mansion

Dining Hall

It was the day for everyone to get excited about, especially the Smashers. The annual Spring Festival. Celebrating the season of spring with fun activities, games, food, and sightseeing in one of their most famous flower gardens.

The hype was spread during breakfast of today's dish, which was waffles and freshly cut pineapples. Nobody couldn't contain their excitement.

"Mama Mia! Everyone! Settle down!" Mario shouted, squeezing the life out of his air horn. "The SSBB bus is ready and we need to beat traffic if we want to get there on time. There's going to be a lot of people, so please let's get ready on time!"

After breakfast, the Smashers for once listened to Mario and headed straight for the SSBB bus. Designed as a limo. More glamorous than a limo and larger than a regular generic school bus. Comfy chairs, they got it. Bathrooms? They had two installed. Hungry or thirsty? A full-sized kitchen fridge at your convenience. Pretty much a motor home in a way to provide the needs of such everyday things.

With Master Hand on the wheel and Crazy Hand on the gas pedal, the bus took off to the Spring Festival.

"Alright, guys," Snake spoke up in a rusty tone. "We all know the annual-"

"NOBODY WANTS TO PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!" The Smashers barked back.

Snake rolled his eyes. "Shut up, pussies! I got a Glock, and I ain't afraid to use it."

"Seriously? Now you're threatening us over something we don't want to do." Zelda sighed, shaking her head.

"Poyo~! I love trick or treat!" Kirby cheered.

"It's truth or dare, dumbass." Ike glared.

"May I ask why you guys hate the game so much?" Makato asked.

"Snake is a sadist. If we say the truth, he'll force us to confess to the dirtiest things we've done. If it's a dare, I. . . I don't even want to go there. . ." Link explained, lowering his head to his knees.

"O-oh. . ."

Snake let out a laugh. "Hah, just try to avoid the inevitable situation. Before we left, I strapped a bomb on the bus. It's either the game or death. Which one is it?" To make proof of what he said, Snake pulled out a little remote with a red button, waving it from side to side.

"WHAT?! Are you crazy?! Do you want to die too?!" Toon Link shouted.

"Whatever it takes. Murder-suicide? Been there, done that."

"W-wait. . ." Ness frowned. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Then just play a different game," Miru said

"If only it was that easy," Marth smiled. "Snake did this all the time."

"What about Mario Kart?" Mario suggested.

"No thanks. I rather not. It's like I should say we should play my games." Zelda said.

"It doesn't matter if we're all under Nintendo."

The Smashers looked at each other, understanding Mario's big brain move.

"Um, I'll pass on that. Your games are a bit of a snoozer." Sonic crossed his arms, snuggling himself in a position for him to sleep.

Mario furrowed his eyebrows at Sonic's comment. "As you know, my games are very popular! It wouldn't be possible without Yoshi that makes up for everything and my adorable mustache."

"What about me, Mario?"

"Not now, Luigi."

Sonic opened his eyes and looked at Mario. "Popular? Debatable. Your mustache? The bumpiest I've ever seen, not gonna lie on that. And that one game, Dr. Mario. . . contradicts what you do in the Smash Mansion. For example, that game is about pills and helping people, but then I see you watching Botched while taking notes. What kind of doctor are you exactly?"

Gasps spread all over the SSBB bus.

"Mama Mia! Who doesn't love B-Botched? It's a great show!" Mario fanned himself with his hat, trying to cool off his burning face. "W-well at least I don't run naked in my games while trying to escape from an obsessive girl! What's up with that?! Trying to expose your games with. . . with nudity?!"

More gasps from the Smashers that listened.

"Nudity?! How low can you get? I mean, Amy sure. But who wouldn't run away from her?" Sonic then murmured at the end. "Mario, I didn't want to say this but I have no other choice. When I went to the Mushroomy Kingdom, I've been hearing rumors lately that Mario was seeing other girls besides Peach!"

Everyone gasped.

Sonic continued. "Catherine? Becky? Angelina? Um. . . uh. . . Pauline? Don't you remember those girls?"

"Please tell me that isn't true?" Peach turned to Mario with teary eyes. "Even that bitch, Pauline, who you know I hate so much?"

"Princess! That's not true." Mario panicked.

Again, everyone gasped.

"Even if that were to be true, you don't have evidence!" Mario pointed at Sonic.

"Don't worry Mario, I have it right here!" Sonic held the photos up with Mario seeing these girls he listed earlier. "I mean, Mario, I've known you for some time now. Daisy and I were worried to the point we had to watch you going in and out of strip clubs."

Luigi froze. "M-Mario?"

Too many gasps were released once more.

"But wait! There's more!" Sonic continued. "You and Peach love each other so much, but is that true?"

"WHAT MAKES IT NOT TRUE?!" The Smashers wanted to hear more.

"You were so drunk one time, and admitted you gave your virginity to someone who you hate so much!"

Everyone gasped again.

"I mean, Mario I know you're not a virgin, but somebody you hated?" Peach frowned. "Is it revenge sex?"

Mario sweated bullets, as his pupils dilated into a thin line. "Uh, I- -No. Ew. . . Hehehehe. . ."

"Yeah, I thought he was bullshitting at that point." Sonic raised his finger. "The person he hated was known other than. . . BOWSER-!"

"WHAT?!" Everyone gasped.

"-'S MOM!" Sonic finished.

"Oh. . . Wait, Bowser's Mom?!" The Smashers turned to Mario with confused looks on their faces.

"WHAT?!" Bowser stood up from his seat and glared at Mario. "Wait! Don't tell me-! Wouldn't that mean-? What makes me-? It can't be! No! Does that mean. . . I'm his. . . S-S-S-S-S-SON?!"

Mario sighed. "Sonic speaks the truth. . . I'm your real father, Bowser. Or should I say, Son?"

"Sh-shut up!" Bowser said.

"Ewww, Mario!" Ness cried. "Your pull-out game is weak!"

"I know. . . Talk about an amateur." Lucas frowned.

"Why the hell do you kids know about that kind of shit?" Samus said.

"Oh my, such a turn of events!" Zelda said.

"I understand the other one-night stands, but damn. Seriously? You fucked a fucking Koopa?" Ike shook his head.

"Now I understand why Bowser understands the human language," Marth said.

Bowser was depressed. "So, all this time of me fighting you. Me trying to kill you. Me trying to steal your girl. Why did I do those things?!"

Mario nodded. "It's okay, Son. Parents call it a little tantrum."

Peach bawled out her eyes. "Such a beautiful thing, but to know I wasn't number one in his life makes me so sad! Our future is ruined! What does that make me?! Why have I been kidnapped all this time? For what?! What's the point in all of this? Mario and Bowser. I was their gateway for them to meet up every time, wasn't I? I was their bridge to their father-son relationship! I don't know whether to be happy or sad! Boo Hoo! Hold me, Marth!" Peach leaped to Marth's embrace for comfort.

Marth petted her hair. "It's. . . it's okay, Peach. You did what you had to do."

"Peach. . ." Makato frowned. "I feel so bad."

"Mario was just scared, to tell the truth all along," Samus said.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Roy then slipped his hand over Makato's shoulders. "I think it's a good time to hug it out don't you think?"

"Yes, they should hug it out," Makato said.

"Not them, I mean us."

"I think not." Miru pulled his arm away from Makato's shoulders.

"H-hey!" Roy panicked.

"The truth shall set you free. . ." Sonic then said, crossing his arms.

"All of this crying is making me hungry." Pit said.

"Heh, at least you're not his brother," Ganondorf smirked over to Bowser.

"What the? I rather skin him alive, than have Mario as my brother! The fuck?!" Bowser said.

Snake showed no emotion in the story of Mario being Bowser's father whatsoever. He held the remote in his hand and lifted it. "You think this little fake soap opera will make me change my mind? Well, hate to be the asshole, but we're playing fucking truth or dare."

"Damnit. . ." The act was over for most of the Smashers that joined up to stall the dreadful truth or dare for as long as they could.

"Mama mia. . ." Mario sighed.

"We did what we could, guys." Sonic also sighed.

"Oh, it was not. . . real?" Makato tilted her head.

"Awwie. . ." Peach pouted. "I'm sure my acting skills would have made Snake stop!"

"It was something a few of us planned. . . sorry if it was deceitful." Mario scratched his mustache.

"Now, let's start with Diddy Kong." Snake said. "Monkey, truth or dare?"

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The monkey gulped. "Dare."

Groans were left from many of the Smasher's lips as it was a sign of a bad choice to choose dare.

"Lick Donkey Kong's ass." Snake ordered.

"What?!"

"Oh God. . ." Marth covered his mouth.

"We all know he doesn't shower. Well. . . only on occasions." Ike muttered.

Concerning conversations arose about Diddy Kong's dare. Diddy Kong's face turned dark green, looking beside Donkey Kong that sat next to him. The facts were true about Donkey Kong's lack of showers. Now everyone's noses were more aware and alert for any foul smells.

Donkey Kong shrugged. "Uh, my ass could use a good wipe. Not that I use toilet paper at times or anything."

"God, you just had to say that. . ." Falco facepalmed.

"Ugh. . . I can't-" Diddy Kong's eyes rolled back into his eye socket, passing out.

"Better to pass out than to do the dare," Pit muttered.

"I would've done the same thing." Link agreed as he pulled him away from Donkey Kong.

"Uh, I'll go next." Zelda raised her hand. "Um, Kirby, truth or dare?"

"Dare. . . with many, yummy scoops for every single flavor in the world that doesn't include meat and cocaine since I'm kinda in rehab. . . uh, ice cream sundae on top! And lots of watermelons, whipped cream, toasted waffles, and marshmallows! Oh yes! Gummy worms! I want a bucket load of them! Add dem Nerds and Sriracha to spice it up a bit! Drizzle it up with honey, chocolate, and caramel! Add the fresh berries because I don't want to get fat. Chocolate bars! Oh God, those get me horn- -I mean, excited! Cupcakes and cookies, and hard-ass lollipops! And to top it all off, a sweet, sweet, sweeeeet~ bottle of vodka-"

"WE GET IT KIRBY!" The Smashers raged.

"Ok, Kirby. . . um. . ." Zelda sweatdropped. "Give a hug to someone you like."

"Like?" Kirby looked at the Smashers in the bus. "Uh. . . can I just give a punch to someone I hate? *cough* Ike *cough*."

"Just do the dare," Zelda said. "It's not that hard."

It took a few minutes for Kirby to choose someone amongst the Smashers to give a hug to.

"Poyo!" Kirby hopped on Makato's lap and hugged her waist.

"Oh. . ." Makato smiled, hugging back as well.

"You barely even know her. . ." Ike said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, so what? Better than knowing a complete retard." Kirby said back.

"What was that?" Ike balled up his fist, ready to socket punch the Kirby.

"Calm down, Ike. . ." Marth said.

With the dare over, Kirby hopped back to his seat. "My turn! Black thing! Truth or dare?"

Mr. Game and Watch sweatdropped. "Truth, I suppose."

"Is everyone black in your game? Or white? I don't get it."

"Uh. . . I don't know."

"Um. . ." Kirby trailed. "Ok! If you go back in time, would you choose the white fountain or the colored fountain?"

"How racist can you get, Kirby? Of course, I'll go with the white fountain."

Silence filled the bus for a brief moment from Game and Watch's answer. Better to not speak about it.

"Now it's my turn. Wario, would you like the truth or the dare?"

"Hahahaha, truth is for pussies! I'm going with the dare!"

"Kill yourself."

"Come on, that's too easy!" Snake said.

"Fine." Mr. Game and Watch said. "Fart and burp on a girl."

"Seriously, Mr. Game?!" Samus shot up from her seat. "Do you have something against us girls?"

"None of your business."

"Easy peasy!" Wario laughed. He first glanced at Peach.

Peach smiled as the word "DEATH" spread behind her. That word signaled him to come if he dared to take another step toward her.

Wario turned to Zelda.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Zelda warned.

Wario sweatdropped and glanced at Samus.

"Oh? Are you for real? Do you want to die?" Samus cracked her knuckles.

Wario turned to the new Smasher assistant, Makato. Miru did the glaring for her.

"If you even make such a move. . . You'll know what will happen." Miru threatened.

With bad luck on picking a girl, Wario sighed. "Fuck it, I'll just die." He said as he opened up a window.

"N-no, you don't have to!" Mario said. "Let's continue. Pick somebody, Wario."

"Roy!" Wario pointed to the redhead.

Roy froze for a bit and let out an awkward laugh. "Hahaha. . . what?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course," Roy smirked.

"Why dare?" Marth asked.

"Well, I gotta impress her, of course." Roy glanced over to Makato with a confident smile. "Let her know I'm strong!"

"More like stupid. . ." Ike muttered.

Wario grinned with what he had in mind for Roy. "I dare you to do a makeout scene with Ike!"

"Uh. . . what?!" Roy exclaimed. "I don't believe I'm attracted to weird-ass, muscle-head, bumbo jumbo freaks!"

"You're building your early grave, aren't ya?" Ike glared at Wario as a dark aura surrounded the mercenary.

"Maybe I am! Do it!" Wario laughed.

"This is gross! It's like licking a toilet seat, but it's Ike!" Roy groaned.

The comparison brought a vein to pop out from Ike's head. "You don't know when to shut up do you?!"

The little Smashers pulled out their camera recorders to save this moment in time.

"A dare is a dare," Fox said.

"That's true, a dare is a dare," Samus said.

"Dare is a dare, my ass." Roy clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. "Go ahead, Snake. Blow up the fucking bus. I'd rather be dead-"

"How about this, new girl!" Wario called out.

"Yes?" Makato asked, turning to him.

"If Roy doesn't do the dare, then. . . You have to make out with me!"

"What?!" Roy and Ike exclaimed.

Makato's face turned pale with disgust but kept her emotions from being quite offensive.

Miru on the other hand. . .

"You pig! How dare you use the princess for your pleasure! I won't allow that!"

"Shut it, brat." Snake hissed. "That's part of the rule. If the person doesn't do the dare or truth. Then the person who asked the dare can do whatever he wants."

"Then what about Diddy Kong?! He didn't do the dare!"

"He passed out, so that doesn't count."

"He made it on the spot because he suddenly got interested," Zelda said.

Roy sweatdropped and let in a deep breath. "Ike,"

Ike didn't answer but kept a frustrated look. Roy turned to him and placed his hands on his shoulders, gripping them firmly.

"Close your eyes. It'll keep me from vomiting."

"Uh, no." Ike slapped his hands away from his shoulders. "How about you close your damn eyes?" Ike said.

"Dude!" Roy grabbed his shoulders again. "Don't you know the situation here?!"

"Do I look like an idiot? That's why I'm telling you to close your eyes!"

"No, you do it!"

"Like I'd listen to you."

Marth listened in silence watching them bicker back and forth. "Come on. . . enough already and just do it!" Losing his patience, the prince shoved Roy, tumbling unto Ike as they both fell to the ground. The Smashers leaned in to see if what Marth did work.

"BLEH!" Roy and Ike flipped off each other's bodies and brushed out their lips in a frantic manner.

The Smashers reacted with a mixture of laughter and grotesqueness.

"Aww~ You guys make a cute couple!" Peach giggled.

"I guess they weren't meant to be." Pit laughed.

"So, um. . ." Luigi gulped. "Are we done with truth and dare?"

Snake clicked his tongue and closed his eyes. "The game got boring anyway."

"Phew. . ." Mario sighed in relief along with the other Smashers. "Playing some Mario Kart sounds fun. Right guys?"

". . . ."

"Um, guys? Is that a yes? Or. . ."

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