A/N: This chapter took a while, lol sorry! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 92: Doki Doki Dragon Club: Part 4

7:05 P.M.

It was a good idea for Corrin to announce the club publicly to all of his fellow Smashers, and he could only hope for more to join with him in his new club. It would be in a matter of time and patience.

"I must apologize. It took me a while to figure out the gift Takumi gave me, but now I finally know what it is." Corrin said to his dragon members. Everyone gathered in their own groups with their new uniforms on, making their club look like an organization.

"Oh?" Pac Man said.

"It's about time," Ganondorf said, slouching on the bean bag chair.

"After accidentally dropping one of the leaves in a fire, I felt like I was flying on little clouds! I felt. . . confident. The gift he gave me. . ." Corrin held up the green, starred-shaped plant which left some of them speechless like Roy and Sayuki. Pac Man knew, but he wasn't sure if he actually knew what it was so he kept quiet. The bad guys watched with a silent joy crying in their hearts that the time was coming to get their tea. Robin smirked and continued to watch the President present the plant to the members.

"It can't be. . . Corrin. . ." Sayuki murmured.

"Holy shit!" Roy gasped. "Are we smoking weed?!"

The word came out shocking from Roy's lips, and everyone realized they were soon about to engage in activity with the weed. Was he actually going to let his members smoke a blunt?

Corrin looked at Roy with a confused expression. "Weed? What's that?"

"This brat doesn't know what weed is?" Wolf said.

"You've got to be kidding! Are you stupid?!" Wario said.

"I ain't stupid," Corrin replied with a sweatdrop.

"It's what you're holding up!" Bowser said. "Hurry up so we can smoke it!"

Corrin's legs began to shake and sweat dripped from his forehead when the evil gang in their red polos began their outburst. They kept shouting at Corrin without giving him a chance to speak. Valuable time of their club was ticking, and the others with the vest could only watch in cold fear. Ridley in the back of the room inspected the commotion not giving a care in the world about the weed.

"Um," Corrin cleared his throat. "I was about to s-say. . . this is not called 'weed' but what Takumi gave me is called-"

"It is weed, there's no doubt about it. Why else did we join your stupid club?" Ganondorf growled, feeling super impatient.

King K. Rool slapped his large, beer belly excitedly. "I got a lighter ready! Let's go!"

"Hurry up!" Wario shouted.

"We don't have all day. Give us the weed." Ganondorf demanded.

Corrin watched half of his members going berserk over weed. He grew teary eye and turned to his best friend for help. Pac Man sweatdropped, almost afraid to stand up to them.

"Everyone, stop! Let him fini-!" Pac Man interrupted. Before he could continue, a large hand grasped his whole head with a dark aura surrounding it. Ganondorf. "How did you- -get here so fast?"

"Who do you think you are? Are you trying to interrupt me?" Ganondorf glared at him.

"You shouldn't be talking anyway!" Pac Man tightened his fist. "This isn't your club! It's Corrin's!"

"Pac Man. . ." Corrin spoke softly, as one tear fell from his red eyes.

The shouting in an instant died away, as everyone anticipated Ganondorf's next move. Pac Man felt the lump on his throat, watching Ganondorf listing up his large fist that was coated with dark magic. He curled it tightly and made sure his fist was aiming for his pointy, yellow nose.

"Why you-!"

"No violence!" Sayuki blurted stiff in her wheelchair.

"You want to take his place? Be my guest!"

"Hey! Stop with the fighting! This is a club! And besides, we have bigger matters." Roy joined as he slammed his hands on the table. "The problem is, I should have gone to the drug store and bought myself a juul!"

". . . . ."

"I think enough is enough. I suggest you release Pac Man immediately." Robin closed his laptop and stood up from his chair. He slowly put his hands in his pockets and waited till Ganondorf did so, but he didn't, still filled with rage like the other evil guys.

"Ganondorf," Robin smirked. "You did sign a contract remembered? Breaking its rules will carry big consequences. You do know what I'm capable of, don't you?"

Everyone's eye was know glued to Ganondorf. A long moment of silence before he roughly released Pac Man back and sitting back down on the red bean bag chair.

"Anyways, you bunch are jumping straight to the conclusion. This isn't marijuana believe it or not." Robin said, putting the commotion into silence. "This is actually a different plant that grows in the hillsides of Hoshido. The birth of Corrin's hometown. It's good for its healing of the body, and. . . getting high. It has the same conditions of marijuana but even stronger."

"Even stronger?" The bad guys murmured.

"I can be cured with such?" Sayuki said confused.

"Of course you can. . . With the right dose amount, you'll be perfectly healed in a week of time." Robin explained.

"Wow. . ."

"So I can get rid of this Lucid Eye attack for good. . ." Ridley muttered to himself. "Worth it."

"Hold up, hold up," Roy said. "If that thing is not weed. . . then what the hell is it?"

"Corrin, do you know the name of that plant?" Pac Man asked for clarification.

"These are called. . . Takumi's Treats." Corrin finally said. "A plant named after my brother. He was the one who planted these after all."

". . . . ." Complete silence ruptured the club and second regrets in some people's minds.

"Wait, I wasn't- -you never told me he planted them. . ." Even Robin was nervous about the idea. After the second terrorist attack, everybody knew who Takumi was and what he was capable of.

"It's okay! Takumi wouldn't put anything weird. There's no problem!" Corrin reassured.

"Corrin, your brother is a terrorist! He almost killed everyone!" Roy said. He pointed to Sayuki as proof of his work. "Look what he did to poor Sayuki!"

Corrin frowned, staring at her wheelchair and her body that was still as stone. "I know. . . but this time, I swear it would be all good! At least give him a second chance."

"You mean a third chance." Robin corrected. "Well, YOLO, am I right? Let's get started with our first activity."

(oOoOoOo)

Their first activity as a club consists of them all sitting in a circle with their favorite body pillow and blanket; scented ancient dragon candles, and calm cultural music playing softly in the background. This activity was called. "The Hour of the Dragon."

Instead of everyone taking their own pipe of Takumi's Treats, Corrin measured a pound of the plant and placed it into a large, red urn deep enough to see only darkness. Once everyone was comfy in their pillows and blankets and their choice of snacks, he pulled out a match, ready to burn the plant into its full potential.

With assistance, Sayuki was also in the circle with a large cinnamon roll by her side, laying between Roy and the empty bed of Robin's.

"It is now the time of the Hour of the Dragon," Corrin announced. "This activity consists of sweet incense that our fellow dragon brother has given to us. It will burn for 3 days straight, rejuvenating all of us. Nobody can leave this room during the three days. If hungry, there is food in our fridge, and we also have some snacks."

"What?" Wolf said disgustedly.

"That long?" Bowser's had his jaw dropped.

"Hmmph." Ganondorf had his eyes shut during the whole thing.

"Boy, oh boy! Can't wait!" King K. Rool said.

"This seems too religious for me. . . Do you wanna ditch with me?" Roy whispered over to Pac Man.

"Just be quiet. Seriously."

"What if you need to use the restroom?" Sayuki asked.

"That's a special thing about Takumi's Treat," Robin said, still on his feet alongside with Corrin. "There's no need for peeing and shitting. Once you inhale the fumes, it enters your body and to your digestive system, removing the waste inside your body."

"When you say it like that, it sounds disgusting." Pac Man said.

"Cool!" Roy smiled.

Robin walked towards the door with the key that would lock them in for three days straight. "I believe everyone is ready. Shall we begin?"

Corrin still had the wooden match in his hands and all he needed to do was to make the fire. "Yes, please lock the door."

(oOoOoOo)

11:06 P.M.

"I think I know where the club is," Miru said confidently.

"Really? About time! Where is it?" Daisy placed her hands on her sides, waiting for the answer.

Miru pointed up. "It has to be the roof."

"The roof?"

"I know. A strange place to have a club, but think about it."

"Why should I?"

". . ."

"I think you're wrong on that, buddy." Daisy shook her head. "I was thinking like a closet that leads them to McDonald's"

"Impossible, it has to be the roof. Where else?"

"No! The closet!"

"Which closet then?" Miru asked.

"Uh. . .! The biggest one!"

"Both of you are wrong actually. I know where the club is!" Another voice came up from their argument. The two of them looked around till they both appeared before them.

"Oh, you two." Daisy eyed their outfits. "An old barbarian and Perverted Chun-Li."

"Wow, nice nicknames! But I don't look like an old barbarian, FYI." Richter laughed.

"Thou a dumb fuck nugget." Simon cursed.

"You guys are Simon Belmont and Richter Belmont," Miru said, recognizing from the brawl they had during the tournament.

Ritcher grinned. "Yea, I'm pretty famous if I do say so myself. I got all kinds of variety shows, I got albums, I got merch-"

"Ok, who cares!" Daisy interrupted.

"Well. . . somebody's jealous!" Richter pulled out his tablet and did some tapping before looking back up. "According to my IPad, the club room should be. . . in room 420."

"We know that," Miru said. "However, we searched all over and couldn't find the room."

Ritcher rubbed his chin and continued with his iPad. "Hey I just thought of something crazy, wanna hear?"

Miru and Daisy nodded in response.

"What if. . . What if. . ." Ritcher trailed while staring at his buddy, Simon. "What if the club is in another building that is literally called Room 420?"

"I never. . . thought about it?" Miru said, unsure.

"Oooh! Like in that one game!" Daisy gleamed. "Uh. . . what was that game. . .?"

"I'm pretty desperate right now, so I'm willing to try anything. Even though it sounds ridiculous." Miru said, placing his hands on his hips. "Let's just give it a go. . ."

"Alright, follow me!" Ritcher said, staring at his iPad.

(oOoOoOo)

Miru, Daisy, and Simon all followed Ritcher outside of the mansion in the warm summer night with his iPad being the brightest light source other than the security lights. With their 10 minute walk to Corrin's club, they were able to spot a medium size, castle-looking building.

"Where are we?" Miru rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake.

Daisy stretched her arms and whistled at the castle. "Wow, I didn't know there was a castle right across from the mansion!"

"Hey-" Miru took notice in Daisy's new clothing. "Your clothes. . ."

"Huh?" Daisy glanced at her arms and then her whole body. A white polo and a bright red, plaid short skirt were on her body with white socks and brown shoes. "Since when?! Even you too, Miru."

Miru also checked himself and noticed he was wearing the exact same thing, except with bright, red plaid pants.

"The moment we've stepped into its range, our clothes changed." Ritcher said, noticing the strange phenomenon.

Ritcher then pulled out a small mirror and gave everyone a quick glance of themselves.

"These are the same uniforms that Corrin's club wore if I recall." Miru said.

"This is weird," Simon muttered in his white polo and red plaid pants.

"You see that little sign by the castle." Ritcher pointed straight ahead to the wooden sign that was written. "Room 420 is right ahead of us."

"So, it's actually a legit building!" Daisy was feeling excited.

"Alright, let's go," Miru said, curling his fist.

"Woohoo!" Daisy ran ahead from the group and soon after, everyone followed her. Once they've reached the door, they spotted more two mercenaries from the distance wearing white polos and red plaid pants and brown shoes.

"This is so dumb!" Ike raged, kicking the palace door.

"Ike? Cloud?" Miru called out to them for their attention. Ike wasn't surprised to see them, but rather angry. "What took you so long? We've been standing out here for hours!"

"How did you guys get here?!" Daisy ran up to them, elbowing Ike's arm.

Cloud stared at her and sighed in relief at most.

"Cloud used his phone and used Google Maps."

"No, I didn't. It was all you." Cloud answered.

"Just shut up."

Ritcher crossed his arms. "But why are you guys outside of the club? Can't go in?"

"Duhhh?" Ike slammed his hands on the door. "I want to smoke even a small piece of the weed, but for some reason, I don't have the requirements to enter the club."

Cloud showed the piece of paper that was on a small desk in front of the club and showed it to the others.

This club allows those who are dragon descendant or a misfit to be part of this club.

Everyone looked at each other in their uniforms to check if anyone fitted the requirements.

"It sounds like Cloud if you ask me," Daisy whispered over to Ike.

Ike shook his head in disbelief. "I know, I thought the same. Apparently, he's actually not one of those things."

"Have thou tried committing such sins?" Simon asked.

"What the heck?" Ike arched his eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh! He said have you guys tried lying about your requirements?" Ritcher translated for him.

"Yep, but that didn't work. It's like a lying detector piece of paper."

"You know what? Let's just break our way in!" Daisy barging her way toward the entrance.

"Wait, you can't possibly be-" Ike tried to stop her, but before he could, her hands roughly grabbed the handle of the door, as she opened it with full force.

"-a misfit. . ." Ike's jaw dropped as he finished his sentence the moment Daisy was able to open the door. Inside the castle had all of the members all on their knees into a full bow with the leader of the club, sitting on a throne in his uniform. The aroma of Takumi's Treats spread all over the castle, making everyone mind controlled and high without even knowing.

'"ALL HAIL CORRIN. ALL HAIL CORRIN. WE GIVE PRAISES TO CORRIN." The worshippers kept going with their chants.

"Is that. . .?" Everybody was shocked altogether to see Corrin looking confident in his throne with his legs crossed and a hand below his chin with the support of his elbow. His eyes were more red than ever that brought the look of a dragon god. Ridley was behind Corrin, laying right next to his ruler as the "pet" of the castle.

"That's Corrin. . .?" Miru trailed in shock.

"I see Roy and Pac Man and Ganondorf and Bowser and Wolf and-" Daisy kept listing the members that were all bowing down.

A girl that sat in the wheelchair on the side, unable to move, but her face was covered by her glasses and long, black bangs. She breathed heavily from the smoke that forced its way into her lungs. "Can't. . . breathe. . ."

"Ridley is Corrin's bitch now. . ." Daisy puffed her cheeks and tried to keep herself from laughing.

Robin was the only one standing by his side with his arms behind his back. He turned his head toward the entrance when he noticed the door opening during their Hour of the Dragon.

"Who dares interrupt the Hour of the Dragon?" Robin shouted toward the small group at the entrance. Even Robin was quite different.

"The Hour of the Dragon, huh?" Ritcher noticed the big red urn that was next to the worshippers. It happened to be the source of the smokiness of this whole place.

"Makato's in danger," Miru said.

"We must take caution," Simon said.

"This is the smell. Yes. . . It's strong, but. . ." Ike couldn't help but hide his mouth that was bringing an obvious grin to his cheeks.

Daisy took a step back. "I have a bad feeling. . ."

Corrin looked up from his daze and immediately got up from his throne. "Are you a friend or Foe?"

Everyone took glances at each other before saying their answer. "We are-"

"FRIEND." Ritcher and Ike said in sync.

"What?" Miru exclaimed. "What are you guys thinking?!"

"Duh? To get close to the weed." Ike murmured excitedly.

"I have to agree with him. I'm smelling some good stuff in this place." Richter couldn't help but chuckle.

"We welcome new followers of the Doki Doki Dragon Club. "I am Lord Corrin: your supreme ruler of the club. I am a god, a god dragon; a god dragon overlord, a god dragon overlordxxxpussyslayer3000."

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Everyone said it together.

Corrin continued, "Robin over here is my Vice President, Ridley is my guard dragon, and the descendants of the dragon you see worshipping my humble presence are the members. Only the chosen ones would be able to find the club's location! Thus, we welcome all of you!"

"Well Lord, Corrin." Ike scoffed and crossed his arms. "Why the hell was I locked out of the club?"

Corrin grinned and raised his arms. "But here you are now!"

Miru sweatdropped and pointed his finger at the girl in the wheelchair. "What about her? Isn't she part of the club?"

Corrin turned his head to Sayuki. "Oh, you mean, Sayuki? She is also a follower of the Doki Doki Dragon Club. Unfortunately for her, she is crippled like a peasant, wandering in the darkness. It'll take time for her to be converted."

"Who's Sayuki? And I didn't think Makato was that kind of girl to blaze it up." Ike said.

"That's obviously. . ." Miru trailed, now having second thoughts if that girl in the wheelchair was actually Makato. He couldn't tell if that girl was actually Makato as this girl, Sayuki, looked like a completely different person. "Yea, of course, Makato wouldn't be in this place."

Corrin then stepped down from his throne and walked toward the entrance to where the group was. Robin, being the good Vice President, followed behind his lord supreme ruler. "I see you got the uniforms as well, very nice. So, I take it you are the new members of the Doki Doki Dragon Club?"

"We can't stay here any longer. I don't want weed anymore if I have to bow to this little boy." Ritcher kept his pride, in which Simon silently agreed with him.

"I agree. . ." Daisy shivered.

"Yea," Cloud said.

"You don't even want weed." Ike said to Cloud.

Once Corrin heard his answers, he let out a slight chuckle which freaked them all out. "Wow, wow, wow. I am super disappointed in all of you. You obviously missed the opportunity to inhale the wonderful fumes of paradise! A life-changing experience!"

"Hey, I never said- -ow!" Ike was then elbowed from the barbarian, Simon.

"Shut it." Simon glared at him with every wrinkle and foreskin he had. Ike nodded silently in response.

"Run. . . it's a trap. . ." Pac Man was able to gain conciousness from the smoke and the least he could do was to warn those who were trying to join Corrin's club. "Run while you still can. . ." Unfortunately, nobody could hear his cries. His body was forced into the bowing position even with Corrin, not on the throne.

Corrin raised his hand up. Everyone stared at his hand, and without them knowing what that signal meant, Ridley charged at them with full force.

"AHH!"

"Whoa!"

"WHAT THE?!"

"HEY!"

Everyone did their best to dodge the giant creature from the vicious attacks he performed during the underground tournament. Ridley then stopped his attacks and headed back for Corrin, in which Corrin rewarded him with a scratched below the chin. Ridley's favorite spot.

"Who's the good obedient dragon. You are! Yes, you are!" Corrin spoke cutely for his "pet" Ridley, as the dragon waged its tail heavily.

"I feel sick. . ." Ike wished he could laugh, but the image was too disturbing for the mercenary.

Corrin looked back at the group. "If you don't agree to become the followers of my club, then I'll have no choice but to execute you all! Which will it be? Royal worshippers or dog shit?"

"Guys. . ." Miru spoke quietly for only their group to listen. "I hate to say this, but we need to get out of here asap. . . Corrin's like a different person."

"Agreed," Cloud said.

"I'll come back for the weed another time." Ike murmured.

"I've always thought he was that sort of guy. . ." Ritcher said.

"The weed's the source," Daisy said. "I think we should take it while we still can-"

"I'M GIVING YOU THE COUNT OF THREE!" Corrin interrupted. "ONE-!"

"Holy shit, he's counting!"

"TWO!"

"RUN! The drug. . . changes you! NGH!" Pac Man used every ounce of breath he had and luckily his voice was able to reach Miru and the others.

"Pac Man!" Daisy called out.

"This is bad. . ." Miru said.

"Leggo!" Ritcher said.

Corrin grew rather irritated and turned his back, pointing his finger at the round yellow ball. "You dare interrupt me?! Put him up for execution, Ganondorf!"

"Yes, my Lord." Ganondorf got up from his sore knees and walked over to Pac Man, locking him with magic handcuffs.

"Now. . . where were we?" The moment Corrin turned his back around, everybody in the front entrance disappeared.

"They have escaped with our backs turned. Should we chase after them?" Robin asked.

Corrin raised his hand and relaxed his shoulders. "There is no need for that. Everyone will become my worshippers. I'll become the new hero of this chapter and save everyone from their false lives. Hahahaha. . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

(oOoOoOo)

"Once they realize how cruel Corrin can actually be, they'll kick him out of the mansion. And then he'll have no other choice but to move back to Hoshido." Takumi said on the rooftop of Room 420 with his legs in criss-cross position.

Kirby slurped into another bowl of instant ramen and looked up at Takumi with stuffed cheeks and hot ramen soup on his face. "As long as I get free dragon food! I'll stay here as a member no problem! *SLURRPPP!*"