A/N: Part two yeepie!
Chapter 87: Thanksgiving Special: Part 2
Earlier this Morning
Smashville
Fantasy Street
After remembering Thanksgiving, the holiday that had a bitter-sweet end for the mercenary, Cloud left the Smash Mansion immediately, not wanting to take any part in Thanksgivings regardless of being invited or not. He kept walking down Fantasy Street that took another 10 minutes for him to reach his home.
As he was walking in his all-black, half-sleeved outfit with swords on his back, he noticed a little girl with green hair and small pointy ears, snoring viciously near the dumpster. He stopped to stare at her features: a pink short, ancient-looking dress, along with a small, pink scarf wrapped loosely on her neck; a red longbow, and red flats for her feet.
"It's cold and she's sleeping here?" The blonde took the choice to ignore her and continue to make his way to his house.
"Hey, check that little girl." An older man's voice rang up to Clouds ears, almost pulling him to a stop.
"Damn, she's a cutie." Another man's voice said.
"And the best part is, she's in Fantasy Street: the deserted place where no one really goes to."
"We're lucky!"
And then Cloud heard their footsteps, as much as he wanted to turn around, he continued to wait.
"Ooh, nice legs you got their little girl." Even without looking, Cloud could see their nasty smirks and squinty eyes.
"Shh, she's sleeping, let's take her."
(oOoOoOo)
The Following Night
11:00 P.M.
Corrin followed instructions from yesterday and took small steps to Robin's room. He knocked first, stating his name before turning the knob slowly. But for some odd reason, his princely guts tell him to turn around and flee.
"No, he said he will help me. I must." Corrin shook his head and finally opened the door.
The first thing he saw was Robin setting small waxed candles around a red, painted, magic circle with lots of junk and materials in the middle. The room was completely dark which gave off a sinister vibe. Corrin gulped and took a step in, and the moment he did, the door behind him shut immediately.
Robin turned his head to the dragon boy and grinned evilly. "Just in time, Corrin. Everything is all set up." Robin got back up to his feet and walked towards Corrin.
"Um. . . you said you'll help me?"
"Of course, I don't lie." Robin grabbed his hand and pulled him in the middle of the magic circle. "Right now what you see is, Oxygen, 43kg - Carbon, 16kg - Hydrogen, 7kg - Nitrogen, 1.8kg - Calcium, 1kg - Phosphorus, 0.78kg - Potassium, 0.14kg - Sulfur, 0.14kg - Sodium, 0.10kg - Chlorine, 0.095kg - and Magnesium, 0.019kg. All of these ingredients that make a human body."
"A human body? You're kidding. . ." Corrin was getting confused by the second. "What are you trying to say?"
"That's the best part," Robin pulled out a large pocket knife with a sharp tip. "Alright, now that we got the ingredients, all we need is some of your blood. Go ahead and cut your wrist. Or do you want me to do it? I'm holding the knife anyway so. . ."
His heart started racing. "My wrist?! Are you sure you're even helping me?"
Robin lowered his eyes. "Oh? You don't trust me?"
"No that's not it, I'm just confused about what's going on-"
"Or you would rather go to Princess Makato which she can give you a duplicate potion of yourself so you could be seen in two places at once, wearing both your Hoshidan garb and Nohrian garb?"
Corrin stood in silence and thought about what Robin said. 'That's actually. . . not half bad. It's better being in this demonic place.'
The idea was too brilliant and Corrin just wanted to get out of here, regretting his guts. He then made a loud, cough, and held his stomach tightly to fake his performance of an excuse to leave."Uhhh. Robin, my stomach doesn't feel so good, maybe we can do this tomorrow and-"
"Well too bad, you're on my turf." Robin folded his hands. "I always wanted to try this for a while. What would happen if I create a human body with a soul?"
Corrin was so scared that his legs went weak on him as he fell on his butt. "Wait, Robin, please. . ." He tried begging his way out, knowing he might not survive this ritual. "I think I'll find my own way- -AHhhh!" Robin cut him off (literally) with a shank to the stomach, he pulled it out quickly and let the blood loose like a sprinkler.
The tactician clasped his hands. "Alright, let's get started!"
(oOoOoOo)
November 17th
Smash Mansion
Living Room
11:00 A.M.
"Strangely, I couldn't find her." Marth sat on the couch with his arms and legs crossed, after his three-day journey with Lucina and Chrom, who decided to follow him, he couldn't find his old friend that he was willing to invite for the Thanksgiving Party.
"Maybe she hates looking at your face," Ike said, sitting a few couches away from Marth.
"Ike," Makato nudged his arm a bit from his rude comment.
The mercenary shrugged. "What? It's the truth."
"I'm just worried. I hope nothing bad has happened to her." Marth sighed and relaxed his back on the couch. "Please, be okay."
"Next time, put a searching device on her," Ike said. "Take me for example." Ike pulled out a small GPS touch screen from his shirt and pressed a few buttons. Just then, the back of Makato's pink dress was glowing a dim red.
"What the-" Marth glanced over at Makato, and she seemed to have no idea what Ike was doing, as she also stared at his GPS screen.
"I don't see anything. . ." Makato said.
"Of course you don't." Ike turned it off and placed it back into his shirt. "Well, anyway, there are lots of child predators in Smashville, so maybe check there."
"I should. . . Yea. Yea! I should!" Marth got up to his feet, filled with determination. "I will find her!" The prince left the living room at a fast pace and made his way to the front door.
"Good luck!" Makato called out to Marth before he left for good.
Snake came by with a large bag that kept on fidgeting, as he passed by the living room.
"Where do you want me to put this?" Snake stopped walking when he saw Ike in the living room.
"Oh," Ike got up from the couch and went up to Snake. "Put it in the boiling pot of water. I already got it prepared."
"Roger," Snake continued his way to the kitchen. Makato went up to Ike and poked his back.
"Hey, what is that?"
"Oh, it's my Thanksgiving dish to bring for the party. Wait, it's our dish."
Makato arched her eyebrow. "Isn't it too early to cook? We still have about a week."
"Well, the dish we're cooking takes lots. . . lots of preparation," Ike explained. "And since the kitchen's empty at the moment we can-"
"SNAKE! IKE! RELEASE HER!" A feminine voice roared in the distance.
"FuCk!" Snake dropped the bag and ran out of the kitchen before Zelda could strangle him with her raging magic. Makato ran into the kitchen and noticed Ike wasn't beside her, instead he was running with Snake. Makato gave a blank stare in the distance and realized he was also part of this mess.
Zelda grabbed the bag that Snake released and roughly ripped the cotton tan bag. "Are you okay, Marmalade?!"
"WAA!" The inkling gasped for air, drenched in sweat. "WAA!" She was mumbling in her underwater voice, making it hard for anyone to understand her.
"What happened to her?" Makato softly asked, to keep Marmalade's heart from exploding.
"Hunting. That's what they do every year." Zelda said. "First, it was Falco, then Ganondorf, then Kirby, and the next victim is now Marmalade."
"Oh my. . ." Makato frowned. "She must be very traumatized."
Zelda carefully wrapped her arms around Marmalade. "Don't worry, we'll get you some hot cocoa and Makato will get you something to lower the trauma, alright?" Zelda glanced up at the potion princess. She nodded firmly in response.
"Wa. . ." Her eyes trembled in fear and she wasn't able to look at anyone in the eye. Zelda handed Marmalade to her, and they both made their way to Makato's room.
(oOoOoOo)
Fantasy Street
After Cloud saved the little girl from being a potential child predator victim, his actions caused the little girl to follow him everywhere for the following three days. He tried shooing her away, but she wouldn't listen to her, regardless of him threatening her.
"What are you going to do with her?" Tifa asked, making some homemade bread. "She's really. . . fond of you."
Cloud watched her snuggling on his arm as a pillow. "I don't know. Maybe drop her off at the lost and found. Or the police station."
"You tried that yesterday," Tifa said.
"I'll try again, and just leave her there for good."
"No, Mar-Mar. . . Don't leave me." She murmured in her sleep.
Tifa placed the oval-shaped dough in the oven and washed her hands in the sink. "She's been saying Mar-Mar, like who's Mar-Mar?"
"Some kind of code that's connected to Sephiroth." Cloud's eyes widened in shock, as he slipped his arm away from the green-haired girl. He pulled out his sword and pointed it to the girl. "I must kill her-"
"Cloud, you've got to be joking! Sephiroth's dead!" Tifa exclaimed.
"As long as this planet's alive, Sephiroth is always alive," Cloud muttered.
Tifa gave up on her childhood friend and made her way to the couch, sitting across from him. "So, are you not going to the Thanksgiving Party? Because it reminds you of. . . him? Or. . . it is because of your. . .?"
Cloud kept silent while putting his sword away. Tifa could feel his pain smothering around him like a blanket, just like his depression.
It was dead silent in the house right after, and Tifa decided not to bury him with questions.
"Where are you?" Marth was growing impatient, searching left and right for his friend he wanted to invite to the Thanksgiving Party. "Ugh. . . there are so many people at this time, it's almost impossible."
Marth thought about turning back, just when someone tapped his shoulder.
"YO!"
"WHAT!?" The prince snapped and quickly recovered. "Oh. . . hi, Daisy." He didn't notice Richter and Simon right with her with a bag full of groceries.
"Are. . . you okay?" Daisy frowned.
Marth chuckled a sarcastic laugh. "Of course, you can tell by the 20 bags under my eyes."
"Looking for something?" Richter asked.
"Perhaps a blood-sucking creature in human form." Simon bluntly said.
"I'm not like you vampire freaks. . ." Marth said. "I'm looking for a friend, and I think she's lost somewhere but I don't know where."
"Do you know what she looks like?" Daisy asked.
"Well, she has green hair, green eyes, a pink skirt. . . small. . ."
"Dude, you must be a child predator the fact that you're grinning like a total creep." Richter laughed.
"I am not! And I'm not even grinning!"
"Maybe she's lifeless, wandering around the world as we speak. . ." Simon brought up a possibility.
"Um. . ." Daisy and Marth trailed, not knowing what the heck he said.
"Oh! He said she's probably dead." Richter interpreted.
Marth was growing tired by the minute and released a heavy sigh. "You know what? I'll look for her tomorrow."
"Yea, you should and join us! We're all making different types of pie a week ahead so we won't have to cook anything at the last minute." Daisy smiled.
Marth looked carefully at their grocery bags and saw some pre-packaged pies that were needed only to bake in the oven. "Oh. . . frozen pies are what you called homemade."
"Tell anyone, and I'll throw you to the outer realms of death!" Simon glared.
"What the hell?" Marth furrowed his eyebrows.
"Oh, don't mind him! He really loves pies!" Richter laughed, elbowing his buddy. "And he said you're going to hell if you tell anyone."
Marth sweatdropped. ". . .I'll keep that in mind."
With that said, the four of them went together back to the Smash Mansion.
(oOoOoOo)
"Hmm. . ." Robin rubbed his chin slowly, standing on a heavy pool of blood trying to recall what he remembered.
Corrin lied on the ground where he constructed the ritual, and after the massive mental energy and magic that drained the tactician overwhelmingly, Robin was knocked out throughout the night.
And when he woke up the next day, a trail of footsteps coated in blood left the room, and it wasn't his because they were awfully smaller than his feet.
Two days had gone past ever since that incident, and Robin still couldn't find his "creation".
"I guess it was a success, surprisingly. . . But where is it?" He checked his secret doors and passages before checking the bathrooms and closets. He then checked under Corrin's bloody body and found nothing.
"Nope. . . not there. I hope it didn't roam around freely-"
"GONEEEEEE! EVERYTHING'S GONE!"
"Oh me, oh my, I sense a horrible vibe, better start walking with my eyes." Robin quickly left his room, leaving Corrin almost dead.
"R-Ro-. . .-bin. . ."
He hurried to where Mario was screaming and so did the other Smashers that heard his loud Italian-like cry. When everyone gathered, they all saw Mario weeping next to the fridge, and Luigi trying to calm his brother down.
"What's going on?" Link said.
"I have no idea, I just heard Mario screaming." Pit said.
"What in the world? The fridge is empty!" Roy exclaimed. Everyone then gasped.
"What?!" Ike said.
"Mario, what happened?" Zelda asked.
Mario tried calming himself, but it only made him throw his hat angrily on the ground. "I don't know!"
"Mama mia. . ." Luigi said.
"This place is a mess. . ." Ness said, staring at the crushed eggs, spilled milk, ripped pieces of french bread, and leftover sausages on the ground. Along with other dairies, vegetables, fruits, and grain products. Everything was gone to complete waste.
"Someone probably had like the biggest feast, am I right?" Kirby laughed.
Everyone paused and looked straight to Kirby. Kirby checked his surroundings, knowing they were about to point their big fingers at his small, pink body.
"So I did it?! Why does everyone blame the fatso?!" Kirby growled.
"Because it has to be you!" Ike said. "Who else stuffs their face with butter and ketchup?!"
"Parts of the kitchen is damaged as well. . . oh well, we can't cook." Miru grinned.
"Hey, you're right!" Pit cheered.
"No! We have to cook!" Peach objected.
Mario was able to calm down, as he placed his hat right back on his head. "I guess for now the kitchen is now off-limits until we can find this. . . troublemaker."
From that point, everyone disbanded, leaving Robin in the back of the crowd nervous. He was the only one who spotted it in the back of the cabinets, creating a silent rampage in the kitchen.
"Well. . . at least I can get away with high fees and whatnots. . ." Robin carefully approached his creation and took glances behind to make sure no one was looking. After getting a closer look at it, he sweated in fear.
"A girl. . . huh? That's strange, I thought I made sure Corrin would be a male during the ritual." Robin then pulled out a magic-made leash and while she wasn't looking, he carefully looped the ring around her neck.
"AHRGGHH HISSSS!" She began panicking, sway her long cream-colored hair back and forth shaking her arms and legs.
"Calm down! I'll feed you some more upstairs-" Robin tugged the leash and she went into complete silence.
"Oh, you understand me? Great. Things will be much easier."
(oOoOoOo)
"Man! Like, I was sooo hungry!" She shoved down another hamburger. "Thanks for the food!"
"So you can talk properly and there seem to be no mutations. Niceu, everything was a success. You still have the same memories as it seems, and you still know who you are. Great." Robin grinned, watching her eat on Lucina's bed. Her personality was bold, confident, tomboyish, unlike the male Corrin who was gentle, kind, and caring.
"And the following week, you'll get to eat more food during Thanksgiving."
"Thanksgiving? Sounds good to me!" Female Corrin smiled. "By the way," The dragon girl cleaned her mouth and pointed to the male Corrin still bloody in the middle of the magic circle. "What about him?"
"Oh. Him? Don't worry, I'll take him to Makato to get him all healed up." Robin said.
"About time! He hella bloody!" Female Corrin created a disgusted face and poked his hips with her toes.
(oOoOoOo)
Everyone during the day found out there were two Corrins of the opposite sex, but
nobody questioned it and assumed it was Makato's doing to solve Corrin's problems.
After Makato fully recovered Male Corrin with a healing potion, he then brought both the Hoshidan and Nohrian outfits to make a definite decision. The two of them sat on the ground, Male Corrin sat with his legs in a formally Japanese form, and Female Corrin sat on her butt while man-spreading. Makato waited on her bed for them to make a decision so she could convert one of the clothing into a female style.
"Ok, how about this?" Male Corrin took the Hoshidan outfit and handed the Nohrian outfit to Female Corrin. "I wear Hoshidan wear, and you wear the Nohrian wear-"
"No! I'm wearing the kimono! It looks cuter on me!" Female Corrin lashed, slamming her hand on the wooden ground.
"But, I want to wear it! Mother made it for me!"
"My mom made it for me too!" Female Corrin switched places and kept her hands tight around the kimono.
"Fine. . ." Male Corrin sighed and placed his hand on the Nohrian outfit. "I'll guess I wear this-"
"But, you know, a cute gothic loli dress would suit me as well!" Female Corrin made a last-minute switch.
"Can't you just make up your mind?" Male Corin grew awfully stressed out.
"Boi, let me finish! I probably need to try wearing this anyway." The Female grabbed both traditional outfits and got up from her butt. "Alright, Makato! Let's try these on!"
Makato got up from her bed and smiled. "If it's alright with Corrin, then, I'll get started-"
Male Corrin was on the verge of ripping his hair off. "Of course it's not! I don't have an outfit!"
Female Corrin clicked her tongue annoyingly. "Shut up, greedy pig! I swear all you men are the same! I just want to try these outfits, to see which would look better. We could be done by now, but here you are, complaining like a complete bitch."
The two girls stare at Male Corrin, as the result of him giving up. "Ok. OK. Fine. I'll wait. . . outside. . ."
Minutes of trying and deciding, both of the Corrins finally made into an agreement and even wrote a contract just in case anything went wrong. After they both left with their traditional outfits, Makato left her room and met King K Rool along the hallway.
He caught her staring at his tail and hissed angrily. "Whatchu lookin' at?"
Makato swiped her head away and muttered, "Nothing. . ."
King K Rool stood there and made a lewd smirk. "I didn't realize, how. . . cute you look. Say, maybe after this who pathetic excuse of a Thanksgiving Party, we can hang out with da boyz."
"The boyz?"
"Ganondorf, Bowser, King Dedede. . . etc. You know?"
Makato shook her head and turned away. "I rather not. . . They all hate me."
King K Rool shrugged and went his way. "Ha, suit yourself-"
Before the crocodile could finish his sentence he let out an enormous screeching pain that caught Makato's ears, as she quickly turned around to see Ike pushing his back with his leg while tightening the ropes around Rool's body.
"Ike," Makato didn't know where he came from even when she didn't need help.
"Hey, Buddy," Ike grinned his sadistic grin, hearing the spine cracking a sweet melody to his ears. "You know what my favorite dip is? Croc-amole."
"UGH! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Rool tapped out like he was in a losing wrestling match, but Ike kept going till he could hear his whole back break.
"Ike, I'm fine. Please," Makato hurried over to Ike and placed her hand on his arm. The mercenary obeyed and released him forcefully,
"Seems I misunderstood. . ." Ike glared down at the crocodile before doing one last blow to his large belly.
"I swear, you'll regret this!" Rool threatened before passing out.
November 20th
11:50 A.M.
Thanksgiving was growing near, as everyone took their picks between a Hoshidan or a Nohrian style of clothing. The destination to the party was calculated to be almost a day, so Mario came up with a plan for everyone to be neatly dressed ready with their chosen dishes around midday.
Within that time frame, Cloud decided to come back to the Smash Mansion with the little green-haired girl, thinking anyone would know who "Mar-Mar" was. When he found out it was Marth, Cloud wasn't even surprised. Their names sounded so similar and all he could have done was ask.
"It was dumb luck, but whatever. . ." Cloud placed a gallon of sparkling water on the counter for the Thanksgiving party. Kirby gave him a weird look and scoffed at him.
"Why you try to act like you was drinkin' sparklin' water 'fore you came out here?"
Cloud was left speechless from the little puffball and decided to let it slide.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Tiki. This is my friend that I'm bringing with to the party." Marth rubbed her soft green hair.
"Mar-Mar~" Tiki purred.
Ike, Roy, Miru, and Chrom gave a blank stare at the little dragon with the pink dress and looked up to Marth.
The mercenary kept his distance. "You're sick-"
"It's not like that!" Marth said.
Chrom glanced at the little dragon and then back to Marth. "Your friend is awfully young. . . I thought you were talking about. . . well. . ."
Tiki puffed her cheeks angrily. "I'm not a child!"
"And you definitely aren't British either," Roy said, noticing her accent was similar to Shulk's.
"I never thought you had that kind of side to you, Marth-sama!" Lucina gasped.
"So, who's the pedo in the relationship?" Ike asked with a smirk.
"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that," Marth said. "Come on, Tiki, let's go to Safeway before we leave."
"Tiki loves Safeway! She has been there with a strange man before!" Tiki said.
"Isn't that like. . . ugh, nevermind," Miru decided to leave then just keep it in his thought.
(oOoOoOo)
"Cloud! You're back-!" Peach's face gleamed from the broken kitchen and rushed to his blonde prince in stigma, but she stopped her heels when she saw Cloud taking glimpses with Daisy, talking to her fairy new buds, Simon and Richter.
"Yo? For real? Hahahaha!" Daisy slapped hard onto Simon's back and even with the muscles, he could still feel her stinging pain.
"My. . . vertebral column. . ." Simon groaned.
"Yea!" Ritcher laughed. "Apparently!"
"Cloudy? Why are you staring at her? I'm right here. . ." Peach's eyes turned dark and possessive.
Cloud flinched when he was caught staring at Daisy. "Not interested. . ." And then he quickly went his way.
"Cloudy! Wait!" Peach quickly followed him. Ryu carried a lag bag of peanuts over his broad shoulders for the Thanksgiving party, wearing a fancy traditional kimono. "His heart. . . is troubled."
"Perhaps, he needs some Yoga to calm his mind. . ." Wii Fit Trainer grinned, holding her bag of assorted Cliff bars.
"Nah, he just needs rehab from life." Little Mac shook his head. "Anyways, Mario, where can I put this bag of tomato sauce?"
"Tomato sauce? In a bag?" Mario's mustache dropped.
"Well, duh! I'm expecting the Nohrians to have some kind of spaghetti!"
"You're weird," Ryu said.
"Since the kitchen's broken. I decided to buy some angel food cake! Don't tell Mario. . ." Pit was already dressed and prepared, but Dark Pit, Link, and Shulk questioned his outfit.
"Is that a. . . bathrobe, mate?" Shulk squinted his eyes.
"Um? No? Silly! It's a Hoshidian outfit!" Pit smiled.
"No, that's a fucking bathrobe, Pit." Link shook his head.
"Hmm? Really?" Pit looked at his white cotton sleeves and noticed how thick it was. "No wonder I'm so comfortable!"
"And you're naked under it too! Disgusting!" Dark Pit said.
"I guess they left me with no choice. . ." Sonic crossed his arms at the edge of the couch. "Perhaps a karate belt then. . ."
"That's not Hoshidan doe," Yoshi said.
"But it's Japanese, right?" Sonic grinned.
"Ah who cares, put on a tie, then you're considering a Nohrian worshipper or whatever. Wear wooden sandals, and you're bound by a Hoshidan religion." Snake shrugged. "It's stupid, I heard rumors that what you wear is what you'll eat."
"What?!" The kids overheard and were shocked to hear.
"Man, I really wanted to try tamales and fried okra." Lucas pouted.
"I know you're poor, but you don't even remember their culture of food?" Ness sweatdropped.
"What about you Marmalade?" Toon Link asked.
"Hmm." She shrugged. "Probably the Nohrians. I don't eat my own kind."
"You seriously never tried fried squid?!" Ness gasped.
"I never said that! And I'll never will!"
"If we wear both, then we can eat both!" Nana and Popo said.
"Smart idea!" The kids cheered.
Paluetena couldn't help but glare at her enemy, Bayonetta, who was carrying her choice of dish to the party.
"What is it, Deary?" The tall witch smirked.
"I can't believe you are bringing deviled eggs. I won't allow it." The green goddess said.
"Oh, come on." Zelda rolled her eyes.
Samus glanced at the deviled eggs. "It's not like it's filled demons or anything-"
"ROOOOOOAR!"
"What the-?" The four of them heard a large noise coming from Lucina's luggage. She looked at them and giggled nervously. "Oh, it's nothing! Just my hardy, yummy treats I'm bringing!"
"Why does your food sound like a demon?"
Upstairs, many other Smashers were getting ready with their plots, schemes, and other stuff that involved rich families. The Corrins wore what they decided to wear: Male Corrin with the kimono, and Female Corrin with the loli dress. Pac Man looked at both of them and wished them good luck.
"Thanks." Male Corrin smiled.
"Alright! TURKEYYY!" Female Corrin raised a beer bottle in the air. "WOO!"
"Is that really your alter ego?" Pac Man whispered over to Male Corrin.
The dragon boy cried mentally on the inside. "I wish it wasn't."
Robin watched the two Corrins and half grinned. "I hope his decisions don't cause any. . . catastrophe."
