Chapter 107: Whatever it Takes
Smashville
Smash Motel 6
The same door that the Smashers stayed and left, a knock came through the door, startling the two Italian brothers and the rats that slept beside them.
Mario rolled out of his bed and limped his way to the door. "Coming~" He called out. Mario then opened the door, and his eyes widened in seconds. More former Smashers appeared on his doorstep in a group.
"Mama mia! More people!" Mario cheered. "Welcome! Welcome! I'm so excited to see you all!"
"Besides this motel being a piece of trash, I have to say, it's great seeing you two again," Marth said, walking in.
"Quite the tan you guys got," Luigi said.
"Oh, yea. We were in California." Chrom answered.
The group of Smashers baby-stepped their way inside the motel with bags from their previous trips. As soon as everyone was comfortable, Richter began his plan.
"So, how do we get the mansion back? The arcade is still up and running." Ike said with his back against the wall, crossing his arms.
Richter sat on the ground with a black large bag in front of him. "Let me ask you a question, Ike: what's the quickest way people do to get life insurance money?"
"Death. Easy." Ike answered. "Kill your wife, dad, mom, and get the moola."
Marth side-eyed the mercenary with a rain of chills, as he turned his attention back to Richter.
"Exactly," Richter said. He then pulled out two red jugs and showcased it to everyone. "Da dada daa~! Gasoline!"
"We're causing Arson. Okay." Marth sweatdropped. "Ignoring all laws, aren't we?"
"Sounds fun! I love burning things!" Roy said.
"Great! Cause tonight, we'll be burning the arcade into ashes. With that place gone the Smash Mansion will be back! Operation Get the Mansion Back!"
Chatter was spread amongst the Smashers of Richter's plan.
"Every night, that place is high on guards, so it won't be easy," Mario added.
"So, starting a fire from the outside would be impossible?" Lucina asked.
"We'll just do it inside. Easy peasy." Roy said.
"Won't we get caught?" Marth asked.
Richter shook his head. "Nope. That's when you come in, Witch." Richter pointed to Makato from the corner of the room.
"I'm not a witch," Makato commented.
"You'll be brewing us a potion that would make the gasoline a nice bite-size. And we'll need that potion ready by tonight."
"Alright."
"Ok. The plan sounds like it is in check." Female Robin said. "Who's raiding the arcade? Are all of us going inside? What about the guards? Who's going to keep track of them when they smell a fire?"
Richter held up a list of names of the current Smashers that were grouped with other names. He first pointed to two of the names that were in a group. "While all of us enter the arcade as paying customers, Tifa and Cloud will knock out the guards."
"Sure! We make a great team! Right, Cloud?" Tifa smiled up at her childhood friend.
"Aww! Richey! Why didn't you pull me into Cloudy's group?" Peach whined.
"You want to be in Cloud's group?"
"No, she doesn't," Cloud whispered in a way only Richter was able to hear. A threat that pierced through his heart.
"Haha! No, Peach! That's gay!" Richter laughed it out. "Anyways, the ball pit is the biggest place to hide. Once the arcade closes, we'll get started on the Arsene. And I better not see any of you guys getting caught in the process or call this operation a fail!"
(oOoOoOo)
Outside of Arcade
It was a starry night outside, as kids and teens entered and exited out of the arcade every second. The group of Smashers watched from afar, hiding in a bunch of wild bushes.
Richter gave an intense stare at the arcade while pulling out a mini gasoline bottle. "Everyone got their mini gasoline?"
"Check." Everyone showed their red mini bottles to Richter.
"When it hits closing time, Cloud and Tifa will knock the guards dead. Before that, the Robins will take care of the cameras."
F. Robin grunted. "Why must you pair me up with that cis-male, man-spreading-?!"
"I could say the same to you, Female," Robin said.
"Why you-!"
"You can watch whatever pranks he pulls. We all know you're more capable of watching him than he could watch himself." Chrom said.
"Well said, Father." Lucina smiled.
"C-Chrom. . ." M. Robin let out a chuckle. "Don't embarrass me in front of everyone."
Ike stared at the many people around the arcade. "There's a lot of people. Way too many."
"As long as we're swift, it should be ok," Marth said.
"It's great when there's more. We won't get noticed so easily." Miru said.
"Let's go. And get the mansion back." Mario said.
"Let's drink and have fun till closing time! Our last time being homeless!" Richter raised his fist from the bushes.
"YEAH!" Everyone raised their fist together in sync. But they looked at each other confused. "Wait, drink?"
Inside was always a blast with lots of screams and laughter. Ren glanced at his phone noticing the time that passed and the missed calls from his friends.
"We should probably head back to the hotel," Morgana said, on Ren's shoulders, swaying his tail.
Ren adjusted his glasses and nodded. "Yeah, let's go. After one more game." He got up from the table and paused to see a flood of familiar faces. The faces from TV of many fights in different stages
"Is that. . . the Smashers?" Ren blinked a couple of times in shock. They walked all in a group, catching the attention of many strangers. Some gave out disgusted looks, others teared up from the long disbandment.
(oOoOoOo)
"WINNER!" The screen showed Ryu posing in front of Makato's eyes. A bunch of kids crowded around her game screen, cheering and clapping for another winning streak.
"Wow! She won again?! That's her fifth win!"
"She's unbeatable!"
Roy sighed, seeing the word "LOSER" spread across his screen when he lost as Chun-Li. "Damn it. . . well, I did teach her everything she had to know."
Marth and Lucina danced their way in Dance Dance Revolution with flashy moves. Another crowd surrounded the two, while Chrom did his best to take the best moments with his camera.
Ike came out of the bathroom and paused, seeing the mascot costume of the arcade: Ketchup the Kangaroo. The bright, green jolly kangaroo despite being named Ketchup.
Ren peeked over to what Ike was staring at the costume and glanced over to Morgana.
"Ike from. . . Smash." Ren murmured.
"Nyahahaha! What's he doing? Does he like Ketchup the Kangaroo?" Morgana burst out a laugh.
"I don't see him as the type to like kids. This is interesting. . ."
Ike checked both sides before snatching the costume from the coat hanger as he rushed back inside the men's restroom.
"He took it," Morgana said. "I guess we'll find out soon won't we."
Ren gave a silent nod toward his cat with hands stuffed in pockets of his school uniform. Later, Ketchup the Kangaroo came out of the men's restroom, gliding his steps toward the karaoke area of the arcade.
Ren trailed Ketchup the Kangaroo from a safe distance before pausing his steps outside of the karaoke.
Richter was in the karaoke area and noticed Ketchup the Kangaroo approaching him.
"Ey, you wanna do a duet?" Richter let out a drunk laugh, tossing the mascot a mic.
"Y-yeah." A high-pitched voice came out of the costume.
"Bruh, you sound high. Let's sing this one." Richter pointed to the screen, after letting out a hiccup.
"That's Ike? Right?" Morgana clawed Ren's cheek for his attention. "I didn't think he's the type to-"
Ren placed his finger over Morgana's lips, shushing him up. "Shh. . . they're about to start." The sounds of mellow strings played into a crescendo, following by the drums and a soothing harmonica solo that carried the song to the melody.
"Baka mitai, kodomo na no ne. . ." Richter sang the first verse of the song, face-to-face with Ketchup the Kangaroo in a deep mellow tone. Everyone around them began to swing their hands back and forth. No need for those two for lyric checking when they knew the song from the heart.
Both Ren and Morgana were captivated by their tones. And the kids and teens that were playing their games nearby, came to a stop to watch the vampire hunter and Ketchup sing their hearts out.
"Dame da ne~ Dame yo, dame na no yo~!" Richter and Ketchup swung side to side with arms linked with their shoulders, becoming one with the song. Soon everyone began singing along around the karaoke area.
"Who's that singing?" Robin said to his female self, staring at the monitor with screens of each camera throughout the arcade. The people that were in charge of watching the monitors were knocked out and tied up in a closet.
F. Robin rolled her eyes, sitting beside her brother. "It's Ike! Didn't you see him enter the bathroom with the costume on?!"
"Wow, my female self is quite the pervert."
"I am not a pervert!" F. Robin pointed at his brother.
"Unlike this song, I'm more of a WAP guy," Robin smirked, leaning back on his chair. "In case you didn't know what WAP stands for, it's Wet Ass P****"
"You lustful, disgusting, perverted creature from the depths of hell!"
(oOoOoOo)
Closing Time
Security guards checked the inside of the arcade with flashlights, giving a thorough search before leaving the arcade. Minutes later in pitch-dark silence, hands sprout out from the ball pit like zombies feeling air for the first time. Soon everyone got out of the ball pit and gathered. The Smashers separated into many areas around the arcade, pouring the flammable liquid on the floors, the arcades, the hoops, the bar, everywhere.
"Hahaha!" Richter finished emptying his red jug of gas and chucked it across the place. "Time to get this party started! I want this place filled with gasoline, bitches!"
"He's drunk. . . why?" Marth facepalmed.
"Not even surprised! He's a certified alcoholic!" Daisy commented
Roy shrugged and held up his red jug of gas. "Who cares!"
Within minutes of coating the whole arcade with gasoline, the place was complete with the strong stench of gas fuming up the arcade. Everyone gathered near the entrance of the arcade for the next step.
"Alright, this place is ready for a fire bath," Richter said.
"Some matches will do the trick." M. Robin said.
"I'll get them at the kitchen while you guys leave." Ike stretched his arms, still wearing the body of Ketchup the Kangaroo.
"Why are you wearing that- -oh. I get it now." Marth pursed his lips together, followed by a chuckle. "So, it was you singing Baka Mitai-"
"Shut up. And leave." Ike interrupted.
Everyone then left the arcade as Ike headed for the kitchen. Robin looked back at the arcade before swinging his arms over his head. "Hopefully the explosives I've added will quicken the pace. . . A nice back massage would do the trick for these tactician's bones."
The moment he said that, pops and cracks burst through the windows, creating a devastating crash. An echo of explosions rang through everyone's ears. Eyes widened as everyone watched the arcade coated in a bath of flames.
Robin nodded, slipping in a pair of dark shades for his eyes. "Yep. Just as I thought."
"I thought you gave us gasoline, Makato, not firecrackers," Richter said, letting out a hardy chuckle. "I know you want to see this arcade end in a bang, but. . . I didn't think you'll be that literal."
"I. . . I didn't add any firecrackers. . .! I. . . know I didn't. . ." Makato sweatdropped, frowning at the blazing sight. "Ike. . ."
"Ike. . . Please get out of there safe," Marth said, folding his hands.
"What a blast, damn!" Daisy commented.
"W-wow! I'm quite shocked myself. . ." M. Robin slowly backed away as everyone poured out their concerns toward the mercenary left in the burning arcade.
Inside the arcade were falling woodblocks from earlier constructions. Ashes filled the place, and it grew hotter like an oven. Ike tumbled out of the kitchen with a small towel pressing against his nostrils. He checked for a route out of the place, but everything kept falling and collapsing over and over.
"Wasn't. . . expecting this. . ." Ike coughed harshly, moving burnt pieces toward the side. Just when it wasn't getting any worse, a hot burning piece of wood struck his head. The towel he held slipped from his fingers and into a pile of ashes.
His eyelids drooped. The smoke became thicker in the space, making it difficult to breathe. Ike then found himself laying on the ground, curling himself into a ball. He let out a harsher cough while serenading to himself.
"And now. . . the end is near. . . And so I face. . . the final curtain. . ." Ike shut his eyes and opened them once more, seeing black boots right in front of his eyes.
(oOoOoOo)
Time was stretching for the Smashers outside of the burning arcade. Richter pulled out his hip flask, drinking at the sight of glowing red. He squinted his eyes, seeing a man in all black, carrying what seemed to be Ketchup the Kangaroo. Aka, Ike.
"I see Ike!" Daisy pointed amid the fire. Everyone gasped and cheered as the man carried Ike out of the arcade.
"Out of the fiery furnace, he comes! He has become the ultimate Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! Praise the Lord!" Richter threw his hip flask in the air out of joy. Sooner than later, the hip flask fell on top of Cloud's head, as the caramel liquid drenched his hair.
"Um, I hate to spoil the party. . ." F. Robin pointed to the man in black carrying Ike. "But who in the heck is that?"
The moment the man in black set Ike in the costume. Everyone hurried over to Ike bringing hugs and concerns to the mercenary.
"Ike, you're okay!" Makato sobbed on his chest, holding him tight.
"Jeez, man! Roy gave a hard knuckle sandwich to Ike's green head. Ike removed the Ketchup Kangaroo head, coughing all the thick smoke from his lungs.
Marth smiled at the warm reunion and searched for the man in black. "Huh? Ike, wasn't someone carrying you?"
"Huh?" Ike rubbed his head and stared up at the sky. "Not gonna lie, I thought I was carrying myself."
"Seriously. . ."
"But I guess not. I was wearing this fag of a costume and I remembered seeing black boots." Ike sighed through his nostrils and looked down at Makato, who kept crying. He rubbed her hair, comforting her. "I couldn't get a good look at his face, but he was almost like a thief in the night."
"I guess we've never seen it coming. . ."
(oOoOoOo)
August 13th
A day after the arson, the newscast was in the area of the crime of a burnt arcade in a grayish pile.
"Good Morning Smashville, I'm Tallin Onyuu and we have some breaking news! An arson overnight at the fairy new building: Arcade World. Parents and children are devastated and angry by this cause. Nobody knows who started the fire, but investigators believed the fire was caused by a flammable substance poured throughout the arcade. What will be the next step for the Mayor of Smashville? Will he call back the Smashers?"
"Now what, Mayor?" Isabella, the dog stood by the mayor of Smashville with a bunch of thick papers clutching her palms. "Should we rebuild it?"
Villager folded his hands and stared into space with a serious look.
(oOoOoOo)
Smash Motel
"This just in! The Mayor has concluded a new Cinema in our midst by the end of August 31st! It seems the Smash Mansion won't be coming back. . . forever! I'm sure the people of Smashville will be thrilled for a brand-new Cinema!"
The Smashers responsible for the arson stared at the small TV screen in shock about a completely new building instead of the Smash Mansion.
"Now what?!" Roy let out a loud groan, face-planting himself on the dusty mattress.
Mario raised his fist in the air. "This is our chance, guys! We can't give up now!"
"What do you mean our chance? That little bobble-head bitch already made up his mind." Ike crossed his arms, leaning his back against the wall.
M. Robin opened his eyes, brushing a rat off his face. He lifted his back from the floor and looked at Mario. "I got a perfect idea. Just give me a picture of all of the Smashers."
"Why would you need our pictures?" Daisy arched an eyebrow.
"Patients, Dear," Robin said.
"May I ask what you're going to do with them?" Mario walked over to Robin and handed him a thick photo album. After Robin did a quick scroll, he shut the book flat.
"To win votes. Duh?" M. Robin answered. "Give me a week, and I'll get people changing their minds."
F. Robin grabbed the photo album from his brother's hands. "Honestly! I can't believe you fell for his perverted tricks! This cis-male privileged scumbag was planning to photoshop us females, unaware of his nasty actions!"
"Is what she's saying true?" Lucina asked M. Robin.
M. Robin sweated and rubbed the back of his head. "Hahaha. . . of course not. Looking at the Smashers made me think we should have more. . . for the roster!"
"I agree. But without a place to call Super Smash Bros, that's not even possible." Chrom said.
"Anyway, I have this great idea." M. Robin cleared his throat, lifting his pointer finger. "We'll have to make the Mayor- -aka, Villager- -have a change of heart."
"What does that mean?" Marth asked.
"Obvious, isn't it?" The tactician's eyes lit up. "Kidnap and torture."
Ike and Richter let out an evil chuckle while crunching their fist together. Flames exploded from behind them, releasing an action-pack aura. "The wait is finally over!" They said.
"Tonight. We'll take him from his office and torture him for the Smash Mansion back." M. Robin explained. He then looked towards Makato with a smug look. "We'll need some invisibility potions just to sneak in the City Hall without getting caught."
Makato didn't make a response to his request but just stared at the wall, witnessing cockroaches doing the samba in a line.
"Makato?" Peach called out.
Makato woke up from her daze and turned to the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry. . . Is just that. . . my brother gave me that big ferocious cat. Has anyone seen it?"
"Mama mia. . ." Mario sweatdropped. "I'm sure he'll be back. . . soon. I think."
"That cat is better off lost if you ask me. . ." Miru muttered.
(oOoOoOo)
Later Tonight
City Hall
Villager sat at his desk, suit and tie, filling out documents for the new future cinema.
"And I want all of the female employees to wear the tiniest, sexiest, mini skirts with crop tops. . ." Villager drooled, before wiping it away.
Isabella entered his office and showed him a cup of coffee. "Here you go, Mayor. A nice hot coffee for your late work."
Villager had his eyes on the papers, giving a nod to the yellow dog of an assistant. "Thank you."
"I'll be heading home. If you need anything, just call me." Isabella said, taking her coat off the coat hanger near the entrance of the door.
"We'll have more work to plan for the cinema." Villager said, slipping out another piece of paper to sign. "I love a good movie theater with the best comfy seats in the house."
"We all know you do," Isabella said. "Good night."
"Night."
As soon as she left, Villager looked up from the door and then back at his documents for more signing. Left in cold silence, he kept writing and writing. Eyes on the paper. Minutes of signing, he heard a thud. Just a hearable thud to gain from his ears.
It woke him up and made Villager aware of his surroundings. He set his pen down after hearing a few more footsteps stepping on the creaky wooden floorboards. Such sneaky feet. They weren't willing to show themselves.
Someone was in here.
(oOoOoOo)
Ike, Marth, Robin, Roy, and Richter snuck in with the invisibility potion. Being told the invisibility potion would only last them fifteen seconds, it was more than enough to arrive at the door of the main office where the Villager worked.
"Rope?" Robin asked.
"Check." Ike held it around his shoulder.
"Duct tape?"
"Yep," Roy whispered excitedly, waving it in the air.
"Drugs?"
"Only the strongest ones!" Richter gripped the pills in the palm of his hands.
"Alright, boys. Let's get the Smash Mansion back!"
"This is how low we sink to get Super Smash Bros back. . ." Marth murmured. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed. Maybe we'll pull out some toenails to convince him otherwise." Robin said. "Now let's rock and roll!"
"Yeah!" Ike, Richter, and Roy raised their torture supplies in the air. Robin's hand hovering over the knob just when he heard a cry for help.
Robin paused and looked behind at the four Smashers. "We're not even inside and he's a future masochist. I'm impressed."
"That's not it!" Marth said. "Someone's here before us!"
"AH!" Another cry from the main office caught everyone's attention. More painful and desperate than the last. The Smashers rushed into the office, not knowing what to expect.
Their eyes met Villager's round head with rope tying him to the chair. It wasn't only him, there were four more people right behind the villager all of a similar height. Chills rushed down Robin's spine, remembering this deja vu from New York as he took a couple of steps back. Everyone else stood in place to confront the strangers that had the Mayor hostage.
"Wow, someone did the job for us," Ike said.
"You're not getting away Robin, ya!" Eight pointed his sword at the frightened tactician.
"Your crimes will be punished," Eleven said. Arusu and Solo had their eyes straight to Robin with glares of a lion.
Everyone in the room couldn't help but turn their attention to Robin, leaving him stuck in the middle.
"Let me guess. . . another Robin problem?" Marth sighed, shaking his head.
"Why am I not surprised?" Ike said. "Who are your buddies, Robin?"
"These strangers aren't my buddies," Robin answered. "I have no idea who they are."
"But they seem to know you," Roy added.
"Probably obsessive fans. You know how they are. . ."
"Why the fuck would I be a fan of your stupid, fucking, selfish, fucking-!" Solo growled like a dog, ready to tear him apart.
"Whoa! Easy there, ya!" Eight raised his hands, trying to calm his turquoise-haired friend down.
". . .Um. . . Anyways, let's cut to the chase and make a deal," Eleven said. He looked over to Arusu, nodding toward him as a signal to bring out the Corrins from the closet in the office. Both siblings, tied up with heavy-duty rope back-to-back.
Marth gasped. "Corrin. . .sss?"
"Why do they have Corrin and his. . . sister?" Roy was confused as well.
"Cornbread has a sister?" Ike was also confused.
"No, I don't have a sister! She. . . was made from my DNA so he could harvest her organs!" M. Corrin said. "I guess. . . I do now."
"What up, bitches?!" F. Corrin grinned with her teeth out.
Marth showed a visible frown. "Wow, quite the personality you got there. . . Completely different from the male Corrin."
"I like her better than the male one," Ike commented.
"Same here." Roy agreed.
"Oh, is that so? Do you guys want a copy of yourselves as well?" Robin rubbed his chin with a mischievous smile.
"If I did, I'd probably look like Nicki Minaj. . . Kinda curious now. . ." Richter said.
"R-Robin left us in New York!" M. Corrin cried out, bringing the attention back to him. He then took in a deep, shaky breath, fearful from the whole incident. "How could you?!"
"First, we were saved by these four Dragon Ball rejects, now we're their hostages. Ok." F. Corrin said, unbothered by the whole thing.
"Uh. . . Look." Sweat trailed along Robin's cheeks. "It's like. . . losing your suitcase in the airport. I'm sorry. . . Hahahaha. . ."
"I can't believe it. . ." Marth's anger showed all over his face.
"Give us Robin, and we'll give you not only the Mayor but the two Corrins," Eleven demanded.
Solo, showing the most visible anger out of everyone in this room, rushed over to the M. Corrin, grabbing his head to keep the blade pointing directly to his throat. "I'll give you ten fucking seconds before my blade slits their throats! One-!"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Marth panicked. "You can't just do that-!"
"Don't give me orders you cunt sucker!"
"You better hurry," Arusu said. "Solo hates to be kept waiting."
Eight let out nervous laughter, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, Solo is a little hot-headed, ya."
"What are you waiting for?" Ike shrugged.
A slap stung the mercenary's shoulders from the prince. "Ike! Not funny!"
"I don't wanna die! Help me!" M. Corrin cried out, tears pouring from his eyes.
"And I don't want your nasty HIV blood staining me!" F. Corrin complained. "Hurry up! I want to live!"
Richter, Ike, Marth, and Roy shared glances amongst each other while Robin watched from the sideline. They kept whispering to themselves, which made Robin twice as nervous. Solo kept counting in the background loudly to let them know he wasn't joking.
Robin adjusted his collar. "Um. . . my friends! Hehehe. . . you're not planning to sell me out to these freaks, right? I thought we're here to get the Smash Mansion back!"
The four of them broke their conversation and looked at Robin with serious looks on their faces.
"I mean. . . what we saw on TV. . ." Marth said.
"It's time to pay for your sins. We'll get the Smash Mansion back without you." Ike smirked.
"Sorry, bud. Sacrifices aren't illusions. It's time." Richter said. "Besides, two Corrins and Villager for one, and I mean, one Robin! That's a pretty good deal if you ask me."
"Don't worry! When you come back from. . . wherever. . , we'll let Master Hand know," Roy said.
"Motherfuckers- - uh, I mean, my great, great friends! Hahaha. . . HAHAHA! Not funny!" Robin folded his hands, desperate to pull himself out of this mess. "I don't even know these people and you're willing to trade?!"
"It's quality over quantity. Or. . . is it?" Richter rolled his eyes and clasped his hands. "Who gives a fuck! Just hang out with these people and we'll be on our way!"
"Guys!"
"It's a deal!" Richter called out to the four from across the room with their hostages. "We'll give you Robin in exchange for the Mayor and the Corrins!"
Solo clicked his tongue, releasing his head and removing the blade from M. Corrin's throat.
"Good choice," Eleven said.
"First, you have to give us the Corrins," Marth said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I thought we're getting the mansion back." Ike looked over to Marth.
"Yeah, I know! But it's Corrin, and I like Corrin."
"We'll give you the female one first, ya!" Eight said.
"No. The male one." Arusu said.
"Does it matter?"
"It does."
". . . Ok? We'll give you the male one!"
Solo sliced the rope that bound the dragon twins. Arusu held onto F. Corrin's shoulders, letting M. Corrin sprint his way to the Smashers.
"Thank you!" M. Corrin wiped his face from the incoming tears.
"Your turn, Robin," Ike said. The mercenary gave a forceful shove, but Robin stood his ground, gluing his feet in place.
"D-do you want to get rid of me that badly?!" Robin blurted. "I wouldn't if I were you!"
"Give us a reason we shouldn't sell your dumbass."
Robin took in a heavy breath in, letting it out slowly to keep his heart from exploding from his chest. Everyone in the room watched him with fixated eyes, waiting for an answer.
His dumbass answered, "Um- -I uh. . . Um. . ."
"That's what I thought." Ike shook his head, giving another shove to Robin's back, as he tumbled on his feet, falling headfirst on the wooden floor right at the group of heroes. Eight and Solo held him down with their knees on his back, to keep him from escaping.
"Perfect." Eleven looked over to Arusu, who held F. Corrin's shoulders. With the offer coming to success, Arusu had no choice but to release F. Corrin.
"I think everyone's happy now." Richter grinned.
Robin let out a devastating cough. 'You all will regret this. Every last one of you guys.'
"Now we need the main course: the Mayor."
Villager scoffed, even when tied up in rope. "Over my dead body. I want a cinema, not the Smash Mansion."
"Huh?" Ike, Marth, Roy, and Richter surrounded the Villager with dark glares in their eyes, imitating the little boy.
"Hey," Richter spoke in a dark tone. "We still haven't used the drugs. How about we-"
"OK! OK! Smash Mansion will be back!" Villager panicked.
"We want it tomorrow," Richter demanded.
"Impossible."
"What was that?!" Richter shoved the container of pills into his throat, causing Villager to gag.
"I'll du vhat I coon. . ." Villager choked.
"Yahoo!" Roy cheered. "Smash Mansion coming tomorrow! We need to celebrate!" The Smashers high-fived each other with their succession plan for the Smash Mansion coming back again. Marth laughed with tears in his eyes, but then made a quick realization.
'Wait. . . the Smash Mansion. . . building built and ready under a day?'
