A/N: I took a long break (damn), and I've been very busy. Enjoy!

Chapter 89: Doki Doki Dragon Club: Part 1

July 15th

"Why is there so much yelling?! Mama mia!" Dr. Mario was barely at the entrance of the roof when he heard screams through the door. "And it seems Makato's condition is improving quite quickly. How unusual. . ."

"Aww, they're fighting like a couple. I want Marth and I to fight like that every single day!" Daisy said right in front of the entrance to the roof. Mario almost threw up his whole meal when he saw Daisy standing on her two feet.

"W-were you faking it?!"

"Um. . . owww! It's the Ligma!" Daisy faked a scene and collapsed, and Mario for certainty wasn't going to buy that.

"Get out of my hospital."

"Oh, come on, Doc! Can't you help an old buddy out?"

"No! Get out!" Mario demanded. Apparently, his yells caught the attention of Ike and Makato as they both turned their heads to the Italian doctor.

Mario froze in silence, as he waved his gloved hand slowly. "Never mind me, please continue. . ."

Later

"Why were you eavesdropping us? That's just rude." Makato heard Dr. Mario and frowned in her wheelchair still facing the horizon. Ike left immediately from Dr. Mario and Daisy presence just when he spotted them, leaving her feeling bitter and upset.

Dr. Mario quickly went up to Makato and helped her with the handles of the wheelchair, pushing it toward the exit of the roof. "I wasn't, I swear! It was just Daisy and her shenanigans."

"It's the Ligma!" Daisy repeated.

"Nonsense! There's no such thing as- -wait. . ." Dr. Mario thought about that word for a second. "Ligma?"

"What's Ligma?" Makato asked.

"Ligma balls." Daisy said seriously.

Makato laughed but went silent when she could feel Dr. Mario's tension rising.

"GET OUT!"

Daisy wiped her tears and held her stomach as she walked with Dr. Mario and Makato to the exit. "Wait, wait. Haven't you heard of the Sugondese?"

"I'm out of patients, Daisy, please!" Dr. Mario said, sighing out heavily.

"Wait, for real! It's important. It may have some connection with the terrorist attack." Daisy tried to keep herself from grinning.

Dr. Mario turned his head to Daisy. "Ok, tell me about the-"

"Sugondese nuts."

"DAISY!"

Makato coughed harshly as a gush of blood splattered all over the ground.

"Mama Mia! I thought you were recovering quick, but it seems my hunch was wrong. Let's take you to the emergency room."

"It might be the Ligma. Like Daisy warned us. . ." Makato murmured.

"Nonsense! Didn't you hear the dumb pun she said?!"

"I told you!" Daisy followed Dr. Mario all the way to the emergency room.

(oOoOoOo)

"Damnit. It's a never-ending cycle for some reason every time. Misunderstandings and lack of communication. Why can't her hair grow back? I bet it's her baldness affecting her behavior." Ike walked quietly by himself after jumping off the rooftop as his quick exit away from Makato, Daisy, and Dr. Mario. He kept walking until he reached the borders of Smashville itself. Crowded with people as always, Ike kept his hands in his pockets with thoughts about his odd relationship with Makato.

"If only she was less jealous and more kind like she was before. . . Ever since her dark side awakened during the Mario and Sonic War, things have been. . ." He rubbed his hair in frustrations and decided to leave himself of that time. He kept walking till he spotted what seemed to be a club titled, "Let's SMASH!" in a bright red with a female posing on a pole as the logo. The building showed no signs of windows or anything that was see-through, and that was when Ike knew he went a little too far in Smashville and ended up in Smash Terrace.

The more he thought about Makato, the more he started to drift to the women of the outside world by starting himself with a strip club.

A big, bald man with a sailor tattoo on his left arm blocked Ike from entering the club and asked for his ID.

"I thought this was a club for all ages," Ike said.

"This is a strip club. NOT Chuck E. Cheese." He was getting upset, knowing there was a long line behind the mercenary. "Either give me your ID or get out of my face."

Ike kept quiet and quickly checked his pockets. "Wait, I don't even-"

"He's with me! Sorry! A new employee." A girl with long, white pigtails interrupted them and showed her ID to the guard.

"Oh, then why didn't he say so?" The guard eyed Ike.

"I work here?" Ike was just as confused as he was.

"Sorry," She apologized again. "He's just a little shy." The girl looked at him and grabbed his arm. Ike did his best not to get distracted from the red, short qipao she wore with red flats. The more he stared into her eyes, the more he could see a resemblance of a certain tactician in the Smash Mansion.

"Let's get going!" She said.

(oOoOoOo)

3:30 P.M.

Corrin finished setting up small round tables, red large bean bags as chairs, posters of mythical dragons, and a large box filled with gifts from his young Hoshidan brother.

"Yosh!" Corrin placed the last box on the side of the wall, wiping the sweat on his forehead. Pac Man also helped him as his roommate to make sure he was all ready for his new club. Master Hand allowed him to borrow an empty room in the mansion as a club since nobody ever thought about creating a club.

"What kind of club is this? A book club?" Pac Man grew curious, as he laid himself down on a bean chair.

Corrin pointed a dragon poster and smiled. "Can't you tell? It's a club about dragons! A dragon club!"

"Dragon club, huh?"

"Yea! Everyone loves dragons, even the little Smashers, like Ness and Lucas. I want it to be a club where everyone can learn about it while doing some fun activities."

"Wow! Not bad, Corrin." Pac Man said. "Hopefully, people will open up to you from your bad reputation."

Corrin frowned and sighed. "I hope so. Even after the war and all, I want to be friends with everyone."

"Be careful what you wish for. Personally, I think you're better off by yourself."

"Nu-uh! No way in hell!" Corrin smiled. He pointed to the boxes over at the corner. "My younger brother, Takumi, gave this to me as a gift. He said to give it to your close friends, so I planned on using it."

Pac Man headed over to where the corner was pointing to. "What is it, exactly?"

Corrin followed to him and opened the cardboard sides. "To be honest, I'm not so sure, but there was one time, I placed it in a pit of fire and I felt. . . so good, like I was flying, but I wasn't! You know what I'm saying?"

"Corrin," Pac Man picked the tiny five star-shaped plant. "You do know certain types of drugs aren't allowed in the Smash Mansion, right? Expulsion."

"Drugs? What do you mean?"

Pac Man noticed his obvious answer. "Then why do you have-"

"Hello, Corrin." Robin interrupted Pac Man and made his way in the club with boxes, tightly sealed and duct taped that gave no one a peek to what was inside. Pac Man gulped intently, now having this strange feeling.

"Once again, thank you for helping me." Corrin took the stuff from his hands and set it down on the ground.

"My pleasure. When I saw what your brother gave as a parting gift, I just had to join-"

"Wait, you're joining because of what my brother brought?" Corrin eyed him.

"No, no! Did I say that?" Robin laughed like a rich snob.

"Ok. . ." Pac Man trailed. "Well, I better leave." He didn't want to stay any longer.

Wait," Corrin stopped him small arm from moving anymore. "I want you to be the first member of our club."

"I thought you have to be a dragon." Pac Man said.

"Not really, but I want you because you've been with me this whole time and you stood by my side in the good and bad. I just want to repay the favor. So please." Corrin slowly went to his knees and stretched forth his back to the bow. "Onegaiii~"

Pac Man was moved from his words, as he did his best to not shed a tear. "Hey, what are friends for?"

"You tell me." Robin shrugged, watching the whole scene. "Friends are merchandises for specific businesses in need. Anyways, if we're gonna make a club, we'll need to start with actual dragons in the club as its first platform."

"What a brilliant idea!" Corrin gleamed, clapping his hands together.

"Um, hello? Do you see any fire-breathing freaks roaming around the mansion? No offense." Pac Man waved his gloved red hand to Corrin.

"None taken."

Robin shook his head and held a small notebook. "According to my notes, there are actually quite a few dragons in this place that was close to us all along. . ." The tactician grinned.

"I didn't know my own kind lived in the same roof as me." Corrin folded his hands, feeling very emotional. Pac Man didn't believe a single word of Robin's, as he shook his head. "Well, tell me when the club's getting started. I need to do a few things first."

"If you say so. Just try not to arrive late. We'll be hosting a party as our first club gathering." Robin said.

(oOoOoOo)

Nurse Room

"Why. . . are you guys here?" Marmalade coughed harshly from the lingering poison still left in her lungs. Since Dr. Mario was on his break, the only people that were left in the hospital were Marmalade, Makato, and Ridley. The only witness at the moment was Marmalade since Makato was in deep sleep, recovering from her sudden attack.

Robin placed his pointer finger on her lips from any words that were to come from her mouth.

"Ridley is invited to our. . . club." Corrin said, with a piece of paper that had the list of dragons in the mansion.

"We know Ridley is still recovering from the tournament, but it's no big deal. We'll drag his body and with some of my magical painkillers, he should be good to go." Robin explained. "Just promise you'll keep this between us, and I won't drug you to death?"

The inkling quivered and nodded.

"Good girl," Robin said. "Let's get Ridley."

"What if he refuses?" Corrin was worried about that possibility.

"You have this." Robin showed the star-shaped leaf. "Of course he couldn't possibly refuse."

The two of them continued their journey to the special room where only patients were in critical conditions, that patient was Ridley. He was lying on a hospital bed with the same self-destruct collar tightly locked on his neck. His body was mostly wrapped with bandages and some of them were bleeding out. Corrin pitied the way he looked and at the same time was excited to recruit him.

"Good, he's in deep sleep." Robin looked over at the heart monitor and it showed his heart was at a slow, yet stable condition. The tactician then pulled out a syringe needle and added a special drug at the tip while inserting it. "And just to make sure, I'll inject this ramelteon to make sure he stays asleep."

Corrin bent over to check the bed had some kind of wheels, and luckily it did, like most hospitals. "There are wheels, so we can push him out."

"Perfect, let's get to it. Let's unplug everything connecting to his body."

"But, what if he dies?"

"Haha, you're over-reacting. He's Ridley. He won't die easily. You get the other side and I'll pull from the front."

Corrin then did as told just when he took a glance at Makato, who was sleeping beside Ridley.

"Did she really defeated Ridley? Talk about talent. . ."

Robin watched his eyes and smirked. "Oh, we can invite her as well."

Corrin was confused. "But, she's not a dragon."

"Technically, if you count her potions she can be a dragon. We'll come back for her at a sooner time. We don't want to make their disappearances obvious."

Corrin was unsure from the idea. Just thinking how they got Ridley out from the emergency room and he's not fully recovered. And now Makato. He was afraid of the consequences but kept silent.

"O-ok. I just hope we won't get in trouble."

(oOoOoOo)

4:12 P.M.

Training Room

"Wanna know about your inner self? Join the Doki Doki Dragon Club! Learn cool facts and history of different types of dragons all over the world! Hangout with friends who love dragons! Enjoy free snacks and meals from the dragon culture. And many more to come! Room 420. Everyday 7 P.M. Wow! A dragon club! And I'm invited?" Roy read the information out loud to Miru and Marth as they were all planned to do a three-man brawl with each other in five minutes.

Miru stretched his arms and overheard what Roy said about a club. "I didn't know this place has room for a club."

"Since when did we have a club?" Marth was busy stretching his back and stopped when he heard an unusual club about dragons popping out of nowhere.

"How did they know I'm a dragon? This is sooo cool! I can't wait to join!" Roy quickly rolled the paper up and set it aside so he could revisit it after his brawls.

Casino Room

"Two pairs. . ." Bowser growled.

"Same. . ." Wolf sighed.

"Three of a kind." Ganondorf flipped his cards with a big smirk.

"Ha, I got a straight." Wario then flipped. The villains gasped, but some of them were acting.

"Too bad. Royal flush!" King Dedede slapped the cards down, showing a king, a queen, a jack, an ace, and a 10.

King K Rool slammed his hands on the brown circular table. "Impossible! You cheated!"

King Dedede just laughed and made used of his hands to swipe all of the large pile of chips in the middle and drag it to his side.

"Damnit. . . where am I gonna get the money?" Wario murmured before getting up from his chair. Before everyone left the middle table to play other casino games, they saw two people. One was familiar with the casino and the other one was completely lost while holding a stack of fliers.

"Why are you here, Robin?" Ganondorf hated his guts how Robin tricked him into gambling almost all of his savings. Robin raised his hands up and shook his head. "Oh, I'm not here for you Ganondorf. In fact. . ." Robin then wrapped an arm around Corrin's stiff shoulders, as the dragon boy wasn't used to the evil atmosphere. "We are here to invite Bowser to our new club."

"A club?" King Dedede said.

"What kind of club is it?" King K. Rool grinned.

Bowser glared at Corrin and got up from his chair, making heavy stomps to the shorties. Corrin only trembled as he slowly and carefully showed the flier to Bowser.

"It's. . . a dragon club. . . And. . . you're invited. . ."

"Ha! You got guts inviting the strong, almighty Bowser. Get lost before I burn you alive."

"Itriedletsleave." Corrin panicked and hid behind his tactician buddy. However, Robin wasn't done with Bowser yet.

"What if I told you it has your favorite kind of tea?" Robin crossed his arms confidently.

Bowser furrowed his eyebrows. "You're not making sense."

"As the chosen one, you ought to join the club." Robin took the flier from Corrin's hands and stuff the small piece of paper into his left nostril.

"YOU PIECE OF SH-!"

"Hey," Ganondorf stopped Bowser from ripping Robin's guts out when he heard about the tea. "How did you get your hands on it? What are you plotting?"

Robin smirked. "You're welcome to join our club as members. The more the merrier."

Ganondorf furrowed his eyebrows deeper into his eyes and checked on his boys. "Well?"

"I'm in." Wario and King Dedede said.

"Count me in." King K Rool said.

"I don't care either way," Wolf said.

Ganondorf turned to Bowser.

"Hmmph."

And Ganondorf then turned back to Robin and Corrin. "Considered us all your new members."

(oOoOoOo)

"Damn, looks I'll have to find something not to do." Daisy walked alone with some rolled magazines in her hand. After a few minutes of walking, Peach appeared from nowhere and grabbed the back of her dress.

"Daisy~ There you are!"

"Yo, wat it is Cuz!" Daisy grinned. "Is there anything fun to do besides brawling? I mean. . ."

"Before that," Peach placed her pointer finger on her lips. "I need to talk to you about the boy I like."

"Perhaps another-"

"RIGHT NOW."

Daisy dropped her voice and nodded quietly. 'Damn, she could be scary sometimes. . .'

Peach looked around and walked a little closer to her, as she twiddled her fingers together.

"Promise me you'll support my relationship with Cloud?" Peach pulled out her pinky finger.

"Wait, who's Cloud again?" Daisy arched her eyebrow.

"Ah! You don't remember?!" Peach giggled and spun around in her pink dress. "Tall, handsome, sharp beautiful eyes! Muscular body! Gorgeous blonde, spikey hair. Cloud!"

"O-oh, yea! That depressed kid! Support till the very end!" Daisy showed her small pinky to Peach.

"Thank you! I knew you would understand!" Peach and Daisy then pinky swore to each other.

"And I promise I'll hook you up with Marth-"

"Thanks, but." Daisy shook her head. "I'm out of that phase. . . I was a little crazy, ya know. Probably the Ligma."

"Hahah. . . okay. Whatever that is." Peach sweatdropped. "Well, then. I must be on my way~ I must tell Cloud the good news!" Peach hugged her cousin before skipping down the hallway.

"Ah-choo!" Cloud rubbed his nose, just when Mario was about to talk to him.

"You know Cloud. . . after some thought of treating you differently. . ." Mario rubbed his mustache slowly. "I think it's about time to get yourself a room. The basement. . . I'm planning to use that place for Ridley once he's released."

". . ." Cloud was actually enjoying the basement than ever as it used to get away from Peach because she hated dark and creepy areas. And now, his ever comforted space was now coming to an end.

"So. . . where am I staying?"

"Hmm. . .the only available room right now is. . . Bayonetta. You'll be sharing a room with Bayonetta."

"Wait. . . her? Her?" Cloud went for his sword, making Mario flinch badly.

"Wait! Calm down! There's nothing I can do about it. Bayonetta wants to share a room with you and right now we need to save as many rooms as possible in case of new upcoming Smashers."

Cloud looked away in distress. "I know you hate me, Mario, but this is going way too far. I think I rather sleep in a dumpster than-"

"Nope~, not happening." Bayonetta appeared right behind Cloud and patted his head as if he was a little boy. Cloud jumped from his position and turned slowly to Bayonetta, who had a giant grin on her face. "Pack your things, we'll be having lots of fun!"

"Witch! Stay away from Cloudy!" Peach pointed to the tall Umbra Witch from the distance when she spotted her love bird. "You know I love him! I saw him first! I won't let you have him. Like Daisy for example. . . Good news Cloud, Daisy is supporting us!"

"Daisy?" Cloud almost showed some of his emotions, but stopped himself in digging a deeper hole in the drama.

"There's nothing more than whiny children and cockroaches that I hate. . ." Bayonetta showed her heel to Peach's face with the pistol pointing straight to her. "One more whining nonsense and I'll blow your head out."

Peach trembled in fear and giggle. "Hehehe. . .hehehe. I'm. . . haha!" Nonsense spilled out from her mouth as she could only twiddle her fingers.

Bayonetta relaxed her leg down and clasped her hands together. "Now Cloud, let's get going." Bayonetta grabbed Cloud by his shirt and did the walking for him.

"Mama mia. . ." Mario sighed.

"Cloud! Noo!" Peach burst out in tears, watching her love drift farther away from her.

Pit peeked out at Bayonetta's back, making sure she was out of sight in the living room area. "So where is this vampire you're talking about?" Richter asked, staring at his iPad. "For some reason, my iPad isn't getting anything."

"I sense no bloodsucking creatures," Simon said.

Pit pointed at his worst nightmare to the two vampire hunters. "It's that tall, black, bimbo! Please do whatever you can to get rid of her! Seal her! Drown her! Or burn her alive!"

"Isn't that what you do to witches?" Richter asked.

"Um. . . no? Please get rid of her!"

"I would Pitty Boi, but with that fat-ass?" Richter leaned back as far as possible while watching Bayonetta walking up the stairs and did a quick snap with his iPad. "Daaaaammn guurrl."

"Her sex appeal makes it vampire worthy to lure innocent angels- -I mean humans and she would trap them in a dark room and summon her demons- -I mean fangs and suck our blood!"

"Look, little angel. . ." Richter wrapped his arms around his shoulder and checked his nails. "Unless you have absolute proof that's she a blood-sucking monster, don't bullshit with me. Alright? My resources speak the truth. Right, Simon?"

Simon kept quiet and walked away.

"Yeaaaaa. . . Well, see ya!" Richter patted the angel's back and made his way with Simon. Pit was left speechless with an open jaw.

"But. . . but, but, but, but-"

"See, what did I tell you?" Dark Pit watched from afar and caught up with Pit. "They're not dumb."

Pit sighed sadly and sat in a criss-cross position on the ground. "There's gotta be a way. . ."

(oOoOoOo)

Smashville

Let's Smash

The strip club was crowded with half-naked women, drinks, and older men as the music in the background played loudly.

Thanks to the girl's help, Ike was able to get into the club without an ID. But, before he made it rain on a girl, Ike was quite interested in the girl with the same face as Robin's. Luckily she agreed to talk to Ike as well that may answer Ike's curiosity.

"Hey, Robin, I didn't know you did drag. Since when? Not to mention you're actually. . ." Ike eyed her from the long ponytails to the red, tight qipao, and slender legs to the red heels. "A real-life tranny now."

"You better watch your mouth sir. That's offensive right there and I find it very disrespectful." She said, sipping on a glass of wine.

Ike grew in disgust from her way of speaking. "Nevermind, you're a completely different person. Forget I said anything."

"You must be talking about my Brother. Technically speaking, my name is Robin as well. He created me in one of his experiments, but then rejected me once he realized the potential I had. After that, Robin beat me up and sent me away to this club. Well, his club."

Ike almost choked in thin air. "Wait, he owns this club? What the actual fuck-"

"That's correct. Not only this strip club but a few main powerful buildings in Smashville. The way he treats women makes me sick! He lures them with his words and eyes, that you'll fall in love with him, and before they know it, they become his slave under an inescapable contract. Disgusting. . ."

"So you're saying, all of these women. . ." Ike looked around and checked one of the women that passed by them with a skin-tight, black dress. "Every one of these girls was caught in Robin's trap?"

"Only half of them," Robin answered with her arms crossed. "Some of these girls need the money to support their impoverished families. It's hard to believe. . ."

"And Makato almost became his victim. . ." Ike murmured, rubbing his hair. "Don't you want to burn this place to the ground?"

Robin pointed to the thin, metal collar wrapped tightly around her neck. "As long as I have this, he won't let me off the hook. Right now I'm raising money for myself to destroy this collar-"

"Hey, Robin! This 47-year old wants some head! He's willing to pay three dollars and twenty-five cents!"

Ike burst out laughed. "Hah, three dollars? Robin isn't that stupid-"

"COMING DADDY!" Robin immediately got up from the couch with a sudden change in excitement.

"WAIT, YOU'RE SERIOUS?!" Ike lunged for her arm, as he stopped her feet in the process. "What were you thinking?! Is it really worth getting herpes?"

Robin arched her eyebrow to the mercenary. "Huh? Only a few slurps that's it."

Ike fell to the ground and got up with a vein popping from his head. "You thot! Don't you have any pride? Nothing will change if you keep on sucking D! Don't let that pimp control you!"

"Huh?" Robin's eyes widened and shocked to hear what Ike was saying.

"Do your feminist shit and stand up for yourself."

"Hey! Aren't you listening?" The man yelled at Robin. "This man wants some head."

Robin grinned a little and flipped her hair. "What do you take me for, Ike? I'm not some hoe that sucks d all the time. It's all part of my plan."

"Sure."

"Ladies!" Robin raised her hand up in the air with a tiny remote in her hand. "OUR BODY, OUR CHOICE!"

All of the women looked up to her hand and knew it was time for the plan. "OUR BODY, OUR CHOICE!" They shouted back. Each one of them had the same tiny remotes as well.

"What the-?!" Ike was confused and shook at the same time. Suddenly, the girls in the strip club sounded more masculine and brave than the men.

"What are you doing?! Get back to work!" One of the managers of this place demanded.

"Ha! Every man in this building has a tiny micro bomb sticking onto them, blind to the naked eye. Unless you value your stinky man lives, you'll release us!"

"N-no. . you can't be serious!"

"While you touch our bodies with your uncleaned, nasty fingers, we did the same, but instead we installed a tiny bomb on your bodies that'll kill you from the inside out! It doesn't matter if you take us hostage, you'll still end up dying!"

"What?!"

"No!"

"That's crazy!"

Robin clicked her remote, making one of the bombs go off at a man who was just drinking some juice.

"AHHH!" He screamed in pain while collapsing on the ground.

The manager glared at Robin, not knowing what to do. "You- you killed him! You bitch!"

"This is quite the game of Russian Roulette, don't you think?" Robin smirked.

(oOoOoOo)

"Hey, Robin? Robin!" Corrin waved his hand from his face. Robin woke up from his daze and looked at Corrin. "Y-yea? What is it?"

"You've been staring into space for like the past five minutes. . . are you okay?" Corrin frowned.

Robin smiled and patted his shoulder. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine. I just. . . had this tight feeling in my gut just now. I hope it's not what I think it is. . ."

"O-okay? I hope your tummy feels better?" Corrin cracked an awkward smile. "So, are we going to take her?"

"Of course. We didn't come here to gaze upon her bald head. Let's go." Robin carefully picked up Makato from her bed and placed her on her wheelchair.

Corrin took the handles, as they began to take Makato out of the emergency room and to their club. Once they made it out of the nurse room, Robin looked left and right to make sure the coast was clear.

"No sign of anyone here. . . Use your wings and carry her to the club room. I'll meet you there."

"Alright." Corrin did as told, taking hold of her body as he summoned his wings from his back. Robin waited till Corrin was on the second floor with Makato on the other side safe and sound.

"Now, it's time to get the wheelchair. . ." Robin pushed the wheelchair to a nearby elevator. Moments of waiting, the elevator doors opened, revealing Chrom and Lucina.

"Oh, hey Robin!" Lucina waved.

"What are you doing with that wheelchair?" Chrom asked.

"Shit," Robin muttered. "It's for a science experiment. Now if you'll excuse me." Robin pushed his way into the elevator, forcing the two bluenettes to leave.

"Let's go to Carl's Jr. later!" Lucina shouted.

Robin pressed the button to go up and nodded. "I'm in the mood for nacho fries." That was his last words before the elevator doors closed.

"That's right the nacho fries are back!" Lucina said to her father.

Chrom shrugged. "I haven't seen Robin lately. Something tells me he's doing more than just a science experiment."