A/N: Enjoy, ya!

Chapter 108: Smash Grand Opening: Part 1

Three Days Later

August 16th

Three days had gone by ever since the day the Smashers captured the Mayor in the City Hall, while also encountering some dangerous fighters that came from New York to make a trade for Robin in exchange for the traumatized Corrins.

The Smash Mansion was back and built and remodeled to even greater heights. Three days it took to contact the previous Smashers to join in the new home. Although the building was back, it was time for Super Smash Bros to spread their name to the people of Smashville to celebrate the return of the Smashers. Whether they liked it or not.

Smashville

"Thank you! Please come again!" The employee called out to Eleven, as he walked his way out of the supermarket. Chills rushed his arms due to the cold early morning. But Eleven didn't mind the breeze. He was quite used to it after all.

His eyes were glued to the flyer that was given to him when he left the supermarket. An advertisement.

Eleven gripped his grocery bag and glanced around his area before looking back at the flyer. "SSB, Grand Opening Party. An Open House. All are invited. Huh?"

Taking little interest, he squeezed the flyer as it crumbled up in his palm and continued his walk back home. He kept walking and walking. Away from society, away from Smashville, and into a forest, deep into the forest he went with his groceries.

The ground below his feet became a bumpy sandy walk, scraping rocks and dirt with the heel of his boots. Eleven eyed the familiar sandy path that trailed only to a specific rock cave.

The closer he got, the more shuffling and chatter crept from the cave. At that time Eleven knew everyone in the cave was awake.

"I'm back. . ." Eleven said, entering the rock cave.

Eight looked up, legs criss-crossed as he clipped his toenails, showing a giddy smile. "Hey, Eleven! Did you get those pork buns I wanted, ya?"

"Here." Eleven walked up to him and handed him the grocery bag.

"Yahoo! Thanks, ya!" Eight cracked his neck before opening the plastic bag, seeing two large pork buns. "What's that in your hand, ya?" Eight then noticed the crumpled up paper in his right hand.

Eleven glanced at it and tossed it to the side. "Just junk mail."

Eight got up on his feet and walked over to their small dining area. He sat on the chair and sighed, looking back at Eleven.

"What's with that look?" Eleven asked. "Wait. . . don't tell me he. . ."

"Not yet, ya. He hasn't confessed since we started the waterboarding torture. It's been three days, ya!"

"Ugh. . ."

The two looked over to the side of the cave where Solo was in charge of pouring water over Robin's nose as the tactician was tied up in heavy cloth, wrapped up like a mummy while laying flat on a slab piece of rock.

Solo clicked his tongue, slamming the wooden bucket to the ground in frustration, destroying it. "I ran out of water! ARGH!"

"What you mean you ran out of water, ya?!" Eight called out.

"There's no more water!" Solo repeated.

"W-what?!" Eleven ran to the bucket where they kept ice-cold water bottles and noticed the bucket and the ice in it empty. "Solo! You even used our drinking water!"

"What part of, 'I ran out of water' do you not understand?!"

'Oh my God, you son of a bitch!'

The other side of the cave was the kitchen and storage area. Arusu kept his eyes on the pot, stirring in a circular motion of their morning meat and vegetable soup. "The river is a two-hour walk. And we barely have any money to buy enough water for all of us. We should pause on the torture for today. Breakfast is almost ready."

"What's on the menu?" Eleven asked.

"Spicy beef tongue, pea and carrot soup with a side of ghost pepper wild rice. And a fresh drink of bitter lemon-lime-orange-grapefruit sparkling water."

Eleven and Eight sweatdropped from their main breakfast course.

"The fuck?! Is this breakfast from hell?!" Solo said. "We don't even have water!"

"Solo! You used our drinking water or did you forget, dumbass?!" Eight said.

"Shut up! The torture is more important than fucking water!"

"Why are you making breakfast spicy when you know we ran out of water?!" Eleven cried out.

"Damnit Arusu! This is why we don't let you cook, ya!" Eight took a large bite of his pork buns.

"Tell me this: who else besides me can cook?" Arusu turned his head to his friends with a stern look. Everyone kept quiet without saying yes or no.

"That's what I thought."

"I need more water!" Solo stomped away from the torture chamber and headed for outside. Before he could, a wooden spoon smacked him on the back of the neck, making Solo collapse.

"I said. We're done." Arusu repeated in a darker tone. "Eight, untie Robin from the cloth and tie his hands and feet."

With his pork bun in his hand, Eight walked up to the mummified Robin and untangled him out of the soaked white clothes. Finishing the pork bun, he lifted his body, placing him against the wall, and tied his hands and feet up with rope for safety measures.

Eight looked over to Solo, who crawled back up to his feet from the beat of a wooden spoon. "This is why you should listen to your elders, ya."

"Fuck that!" Solo spat, dusting his shirt and pants before walking over to Robin.

The ruckus in the cave made Robin gain consciousness. "Wow, all of you definitely. . . and I mean definitely. . . get along." He coughed and hacked away the water that was dangling in his throat. "Such realistic drowning! Talk about torture."

As Dragon walked over to the conscious Robin, the tactician used the time to sniff the spicy aroma in the cave. "Mmh. . . is that beef tongue pea and carrot soup with ghost chili pepper wild rice? Ehhh~ My boi, Arusu knows how to cook!"

"I'm not your boi." Arusu furrowed his eyebrows at the white-haired teen.

"Confess your crimes! It's been 72 hours since we've tortured you!" Eleven said.

"Ya! It's not that hard. Just confess, and we'll take you to jail, ya!" Eight said.

"No, keep quiet so I can fuck you up even more," Solo muttered.

"Solo!" Eight slapped his shoulder, disagreeing with his statement. "Sooner we get answers, the better, ya!"

Robin stared into space from the smell of food before looking back at the four angry faces glaring down at him. "Talk about a load of bullshit. That's a lose-lose situation for me. You know what? I'll just take the torture until I lose all sanity." Robin relaxed his back on the rocky wall and sighed.

"He's a psycho, ya!" Eight said.

"Let's pull out his fucking nails!" Solo said.

"We already did! All twenty of them, ya!"

"His teeth!"

"His breath smells like ass, ya!"

"His eyes!"

The bickering continued in the background as Robin grew distracted with the crumble up paper that was beside him. Lucky for him, he was able to read the flyer, seeing the keyword "Smash".

'Smash Grand Opening? Tonight at 7:00 P.M.? Oh, I got a perfect idea!'

"Excuse me, guys?" Robin called out to Dragon. Silence came and eyes perked at Robin. Just the attention he needed. Now. . . he had to choose his words carefully if he wanted to make it out alive.

"Have you guys heard of. . . Super Smash Bros?!" Robin smirked. "It's a place where strong opponents, such as you four, fight in various tournaments and brawls! Did you know we're having a grand opening?"

"Smash?! Super Smash Bros?!" Eight grew excited. "That's like that fighting house, ya!"

Eleven glanced at the crumpled paper that was next to Robin, picking it up and straightening out his palms. "Oh, I thought this was junk. . ."

"BAKA! It isn't!"

So far so good for Robin. At least one of the four was gaining interest. Only three more to convince.

Robin cleared his throat. "You know, I have an invitation that Mario gave me to choose who I wanted to invite. And I've decided to choose you, GREAT FOUR! Consider it your lucky day! You get to live in a mansion! Free food and gear! Weekly pay higher than many science degrees! And guess what? You don't have to take a two-hour long. . . tiring walk to the river."

"Oh. . . that place. We can check how the Corrins are doing." Arusu lightening the tense look. "And free water is good."

"Ya!" Eight nodded.

Two were convinced. Only two more.

Eleven placed his hand on his hips. "Where's the invitation?"

Robin flinched. "Huh? Pardon?"

"I said," Eleven crouched on his knees, eying the tactician. "Where's the invitation you so have?"

"Uh. . . of course! Just. . . give me a second. . ." Robin mumbled to himself, only audible for him to only hear, using his memories to forge up a realistic invitation of a Super Smash Bros letter.

"Ok!" Robin let out a sigh and nudged his head to the shoulder. "Right in my back pocket."

Eleven tilted his head. "Ok." Eight helped Eleven as they lifted him on his feet to get the invitation they were told.

"Whoa. . ." Eleven touched the envelope of crisp and clean-cut paper and noticed the candle-waxed SSB seal to top it off.

"That's the Smash red waxed seal, ya! We're invited!" Eight cheered.

Three were convinced. Only one more.

"Solo. I think you'll love it there." Robin said to the turquoise-haired teen.

"Huh?!" Solo cracked his knuckles on both hands. "Are you making fun of me, bitch?!"

"N-no! Hear me out. The best way to exact revenge upon me is to join Smash. Think about it. If you kill me outside of Smash, then it becomes a crime. However, joining Smash doesn't count! You can torture me as many times as you want to your heart's desire and nobody would care! Because it's Super Smash Bros."

Solo blinked a couple of times, lowering his balled-up fist to his sides.

Four of them were convinced.

Robin's safety route was at the brink of being secured.

"I guess. . . we're joining Smash." Arusu exchanged looks with his fellow friends, giving him nods.

"Great!" Robin smiled.

"Uh. . . the flyer says to dress in formal wear. . ." Eleven said.

"Aren't our clothes fine?" Solo said.

"Oh! I, Robin, know the perfect place for some nice suit and ties!"

The Heroes looked at each other before nodding again, this time, untying the ropes that bind Robin. "Lead the way." They said.

"No problem!" Robin walked out of the cave first. Sweat poured from his cheeks right to the tip of his chin and his eyes circled in fear.

'That. Was. A close call! My heart can't take these freaks anymore!'

(oOoOoOo)

Smash Mall

For Robin to make his situation believable, he led them all to Macy's as promised. Hand-picked suits by the tactician himself that would suit not only their style but their personalities as well. So far, all of them were intact with the suits, now putting them on in the changing room.

"How do we look?" Eleven said, coming out of a changing room. Robin who sat in a chair, looked up seeing eight dressed shoes in total, all different colors.

"Ohh. . ." Robin's eyes lit up. His eyes went to Eleven, taking a look at the suit. "The dark purple with the white tie brings out the maturity in you!"

Robin looked over to Solo, who crossed his arm in his suit. "Confident and hot-headed! A crimson red tux with a black-tie!"

Robin looked glanced over to Eight in his suit. "Bright and cheery; an orange suit for our pirate-looking boy!"

He then looked over at Arusu. "Cool and mysterious Arusu! I knew a moonlight blue would suit you!"

Dragon exchanged looks at their formal wear with agreeing nods and smirks.

"I look hot, ya!" Eight swayed his hips in his orange tux.

"This is nice," Arusu said.

"Are you paying?" Eleven asked. "We're broke."

"I have a Smash Card straight from Super Smash Bros." Robin showed the golden debit card. "I have my simple black and white suit ready to be purchased-"

"We didn't ask," Solo said.

"Yeah, but I don't care. You guys change out of your suits so we can get them tailored and fitted by tonight."

(oOoOoOo)

When Robin made his request for these five suits to be tailored up at the checkout, the female employee curled her lips in and frowned.

"Sir, as much as I would love to get these amazing suits tailored, we are currently on a waitlist with tailoring. The soonest we can do is to place you on a waitlist, and possibly tomorrow evening will be our earliest."

As expected. Complaints fled from Dragon's mouth, and Robin grew nervous about the situation. He had to impress them. He had to. There's no turning back. The ball of his half-lies must be kept rolling.

For a bit more privacy, Robin leaned over to the female staff with stern eye contact. "Look, Miss, if you do our order by tonight. I'll invite you to the Smash Open House. VIP! And you'll get to meet the Smashers in the house, up close! Personal chat and private photos with them. Who are you a fan of? Who's your favorite fighter?"

The female staff blushed. "W-well. . . I mean. . . If it means getting a picture with Cloud."

"And he might give you a kiss on the cheek, only if you ditch everyone else's suits, and do ours first, I'll give you the special VIP pass."

"Deal! Done deal!" She practically screamed from this one-in-a-life-time deal, swiping the suits to herself and scanning the price tags. "I'll do the earliest I can! I promise!"

Such a successful lie. The lie that manipulated her choices. And Robin couldn't help but half-grin.

"Thank you."

(oOoOoOo)

The group left Macy's and getting their suits tailored on time was check-marked.

"You know Robin," Arusu walked side-by-side over to Robin with a serious look. "I appreciate what you did for us, but- -"

Eleven walked up to Robin's other side, showing a dark smile. "-if everything you said was all a complete lie- -"

"Solo won't hesitate to twack your very existence, ya!" Eight said, finishing the conjoined sentence.

It ended with Solo chuckling that made the situation for Robin so. . . unnatural and unpleasant.

"Oh. . . twack. The same attack that got rid of. . . my truck. From New York."

"YEP." Solo was already excited for him to lie whether it was on purpose or not.

"Don't worry!" Robin forced a smile upon his face. "I'm the most honest and loyal person you'll ever meet. Let's be on our way."

As they kept walking, Robin froze at the sight of a group of females. Not just any sight of girls, but the strongest bunch in Smash.

'I can't be spotted by the Smashers!'

Robin walked over to his kidnappers and wrapped his arms around EIght and Eleven's shoulders. "Let's get some lunch! You all must be starving. . . . . . right?"

"Ya! I'm hungry like a pig rolling in mud, ya!" Eight said.

"Great! It's been three days since you've tortured me with water! We're practically brothers, aren't we?! Now!" Robin removed his arms around them and pushed the four backs away from the main halls of the Smash Mall.

"Let's shop here!" Daisy pointed to Macy's that was straight across from them. "I wanna go for a sexy slim orange dress for the Grand Opening!"

"Um, girls?" Peach called out to the group, lifting her hand to her chest. "I do believe we all need to wear matching dresses! They have it all prepared for us at the Maiden's Bride!"

"Wamee. . .?" Marmalade was confused. Not only her but the rest of the girls.

"Why do you want us to wear matching dresses?" Samus asked, standing right next to Makato.

"I'm getting married at the Grand Opening, of course!" Peach answered back with the most bubbly smile ever. None of the girls knew if she was serious or not.

"Oh. . .?" Zelda sweatdropped.

"You've gotta be kidding me, Peach," Samus said.

"I'm always mistaken for a boy, hopefully, I can wear such a pretty dress with lace!" Lucina smiled.

"That's not the issue here. The issue is Peach is too delusional to figure out Cloud isn't-"

"That's right." Peach interrupted Samus with a smile fresh as the summer breeze.

It was a cold yet ominous response. Samus could have sworn she heard the voice of the devil breathing out of Peach's lips.

"Cloud isn't for Tifa. But for me. Tee Hee! And you girls will become my bride's maids!"

"I don't want to wear the same dress like everyone else! What a buzzkill!" Daisy shook her head, clenching her fist in what she believed was right.

"Daisy?" Peach walked over to her cousin and laid her hand on her orange puffy sleeve.

"What?!"

Peach grinned and leaned in toward her ear. "Don't you want to impress your. . . beloved Prince Marth in a nice. . . beautiful white gown?"

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-ww-what?" Daisy broke down like a dying computer as her whole body trembled.

"Mhmmm~ He would love you ever so dearly~ If you want, we can have a double wedding. Doesn't that sound. . . lovely? At the end of the day, we both get what we want!"

Her words pierced Daisy's heart, now having flashing images of a wedding happening in the mansion.

"Girls, I think matching dresses aren't so bad, right?!" Daisy grinned with her teeth out.

"She's been influenced," Samus muttered.

"What did Peach say that made her change her mind?" Makato asked.

"Something about marriage."

"Come on, girls! We have no time to waste!" Peach waved her hand toward the girls, motioning to turn their backs at Macy's and head over to Maiden's Bride.

(oOoOoOo)

'Phew, that was a close call. Meeting any Smasher will be bad news. And to be caught with these people will be even worse.'

"Aren't those girls, Smashers, ya?" Eight asked Robin, walking beside him.

"Oh, they are?" Arusu said.

"We should meet them and tell them we're the new Smashers ready to kick ass!" Solo said.

"Nonononono!" Robin stopped the Heroes' train of thought, taking the attention toward himself.

"You guys!" Robin clasped his hand. "We must keep this a secret!"

"Why?" Eleven asked.

"Because. . . because. . . Because, because, because we don't- -we don't want to spoil the surprise! Don't we?! Ya! And. . . you guys are the GRAND OPENING! We can't be seen by any Smashers!" Robin fumbled with his words but managed to push out the key important facts.

"We don't know what they look like," Arusu said, crossing his arms.

Robin pulled out a rolled-up paper and handed it to Arusu. "Here. These are all of the people in the Smash Roster. Memorize their faces and make sure you guys- -and also me- -don't get caught, alright?"

The Heroes gathered near Arusu, studying each face listed before their eyes. It took some time, but Robin assumed they now memorized their names and faces like it was a test, as he was handed back the Smash Roster paper.

"Good." Robin sighed and stuffed the paper back into his cloak. "Now, how about some Chinese at the food court."

"I want a bean burrito."

"No, Kirby, ask Ike to buy you-" Robin paused his sentence. A bland look, tilting his head toward the ground, seeing a pink ball with blue long eyes and red rosy cheeks.

'Oh. No. Out of all people. That snitch-and-tell little-'

"Is that. . .? Kirby Super Star?!" Eight bent over to his height with a wide smile. "No way!"

"Kirby. That pink blob you rant about every time?" Arusu also walked over to Kirby. Eleven and Solo joined them, gathering around Kirby that appeared out of nowhere.

"He's so soft! Just like mochi~" Eight reached for his sides, holding him up in the sky.

"Hiya, bitches~"

"Awww~!" The four Heroes couldn't help but awe at the sight.

'Yeah. That's right. The same cute demon that called you guys a bitch. Keep at it.' Robin watched; eyes on the back of the Heroes as he took a few steps back. Farther and farther away. 'Be distracted. And I can be free. . .'

"Robin." Kirby was dumb at times. But not today. Robin scurried back to the same spot he dared leaving in the first place.

"W-what?"

"I didn't know you were friends with Goku, Gohan, Trunks, and Piccolo!"

"WE ARE NOT DRAGON BALL Z CHARACTERS!"

"JUST BECAUSE I HAVE TURQUOISE HAIR MEANS I'M FUCKING PICCOLO?!" Solo stomped his foot due to rage, frightening the puffball.

"Yeah?! Do you have anyone else in mind?! Of course, you don't!" Kirby barked back.

"Kirbykirbykirby!" Robin bent his knees over to the puffball and shook his head. "These guys have real names, okay?! Gohan is Arusu, Piccolo is Solo, Goku is Eight, and Trunks is Eleven. See? Easy to match their names with their faces, huh?"

Kirby stared at their faces and nodded with his whole body. "O-oh! Yes! It makes a lot of sense now! You guys are so cool you know that?"

"We know." The Heroes said.

"So. . . um. . ." Robin brought the attention back toward himself again. "What. . . what do you want?"

"Good question. I want a bean burrito."

"The last time you let out a fart, everyone in the mansion had a stroke. Besides that."

"Oh! When I saw you guys with these Dragon Ball Z cosplayers, I assumed you'll be inviting them to Smash, right? They are joining Smash?"

"Yes!" Robin lied. "You read my mind. But Kirby, now that you know their identities, you must keep this a-"

"I must tell everyone! Even that scumbag, Ike!" Kirby's eyes sparkled to spill out the news.

"SECRET!" Robin glued his lips shut, not knowing the limits of his voice. "No, Kirby! A secret! Keep it a secret until the Grand Opening. Do you understand?"

"What's in it for me?" Kirby asked.

"I'll buy you a burrito. A yummy bean burrito."

"No, I'm actually in a mood for a fresh Bluefin Tuna."

"That's like. . . three-thousand dollars a pound."

"Oh, well, go get it for me."

"You little bitch."

"Never said I wasn't."

The Heroes watched their conversation, noticing Kirby not agreeing to keep their identities a secret until the Grand Opening. They made eye contact with each other, exchanging nods before looking down at the puffball.

"You better do as Robin says," Eleven said.

"If you don't. . ." Arusu continued.

"Solo will demonstrate those who don't listen to reasoning with a little persuasion, ya." Eight said.

"TWACK!" Solo stretched forth his hand to a candy vending machine, poofing away like a dying dream. It never existed. It was never there. Twack would make anyone think that.

Fear grasped his body, bringing Kirby to complete silence. The same fear that tangled up his body, blowing a chilling breeze. Fear captivated him. Not only Kirby but Robin as well, for he experienced this madness before.

"Demons. . ." Robin and Kirby muttered.

"I mean-!" Kirby shook his head. "Wooooow! You sure are very powerful! I swear to keep my mouth shut!"

"I'm glad you understand (they are demons)," Robin said. "Don't mention our whereabouts (save me). And you promise, alright (I may be next in line)? Who else is in the mall?"

"Practically everyone (are you kidding me?! These guys carry death in their hands! Walking demons!). We're shopping for some formal wear for the Grand Opening (this is our final goodbye)."

"Oh is that so (Kirby, h-how, could you?! I thought we were close!)?" Robin turned to the Heroes. "Let's ditch the mall and head for some quick ramen."

(oOoOoOo)

"JEEZOS," Kirby took in a whiff of fresh air and let it out so shaky. "I'm never going near those demons again."

"What demons?"

Kirby recognized the voice, looking up from their shoes to their head. Three swordsmen and one gunslinger all together, staring at Kirby.

"TWACK!"

It was a burning memory that Kirby ever witnessed. "Nothing! Don't you guys. . . need to get your suits?!"

"I already got my suit! Customized to my style! I can't wait for you guys to see my fire pants!" Roy raised his fist in the air.

"We pretty much finished our shopping," Marth said.

"Quite expensive." Miru frowned at the suit he bought. "I hope the Princess finds an amazing dress with the money I gave. I'm sure it will be quite useful."

"How about you start looking out for yourself?" Ike suggested.

"My big fluffy cat got the best bow tie ever! It'll match his skin color!" Roy stuck his tongue out.

"I believe the cat was for Makato from her brother," Miru said.

"Nah! It was! But not anymore!"

"Why are you treating him- -that thing like a house pet?" Ike asked. "Do you not know what he's capable of?"

"Well, sure he could German Suplex me at any minute, but he's harmless! All bark no bite! After Makato and I found him in Sushi World, Makato said I could have him if I convinced Wiggles to come back."

Flashback

Smashville

Sushi World

"Oh! There he is!" Roy ran ahead of Makato, rushing over to the last stall where the large red cat stuffed his face with various types of sashimi and rolls.

"I've been looking for you. Please, come back to me." Makato caught up to Roy and folded her hands.

Incernaroar grunted and kept eating the sushi. Makato pleaded for him to come back, but he never said a word and kept stuffing his face. Ten minutes passed and Makato let out a sigh of defeat.

"I. . . I can't do this. . ." Makato frowned.

Roy glanced over to Makato and grinned. "Hey, Makato, I'm assuming this big o' mean cat isn't your ideal pet, right?"

Makato sweatdropped, looking up at Roy with a half-smile. "Uh. . . yeah."

"So. . . Can I have your cat if I convince him to come back?"

"Y-yes!" Makato clasped her hands. "Go ahead."

"Nice!" Roy shot up his fist to his side, gaining a burning motivation.

End of Flashback

"And the rest is history." Roy ended his little storytime to his swordsmen friends.

Ike arched an eyebrow and stared into space. "Before you got him back. . . I could have sworn there weren't any scars on his back-"

"S-scars?! What do you mean?!" Roy forced out a laugh that was a promising fake laugh. "Why would I lay a finger on my precious. . . kitty?!"

"I know you wouldn't lay a finger. But that scar on that cat is just as thick as the blade of your sword." Ike looked back at Roy.

"Coincidence." Roy didn't make eye contact with the mercenary.

"I'm really happy we got the Smash Mansion back." Marth changed the subject, not interested in Roy's cat story. "Although, I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about Robin's well-being."

"He's better off dead. No offense." Ike bluntly said.

"Wherever he is, I'm sure he's at a better place." Richter walked over to the four with a lazy smile and a suit over his shoulder. "But anyway, check out my custom made suit that Chrom helped me!" Richter showed out the suit and revealed a dark blue sleeveless suit with ripped edges.

"Where're the sleeves?" Marth asked.

"Who's Sleeves?"

"I think. . . we should eat some lunch," Miru suggested.

"Yes, of course." Marth nodded. "Let's check the food court."

"No! That place is filled with sweaty gluttons!" Richter shook his head and pointed his thumb toward the exit. "Trust me, I know the perfect place!"

(oOoOoOo)

Min Min's Ramen

Like many other successful restaurant owners, Min Min's Ramen, even though it was fairly new, had expanded all over Smashville. This particular restaurant was one of the larger buildings to order and eat inside the restaurant. A great hotspot for many Smashvillers.

And that was where Robin took the Heroes. At the end of the booth, facing the windows. Each of the four Heroes enjoyed their bellies to a piping hot bowl of Min Min's famous pork ramen, while Robin stared at his bowl, talking inside his mind.

'Good thing this place is quite empty. . .' Robin glanced up at the restaurant, only seeing a few people eating ramen. 'Once I feed them, we'll head back to their shelter. Is that even considered a home? They live in a freaking cave!'

"Hey, your ramen's getting cold, ya!" Eight said with a mouthful of noodles and broth.

Robin grabbed his chopsticks and pulled them apart, hearing a snap. "Uh. . . yeah."

"I want tacos," Solo said, stirring his bowl of ramen with one of his chopsticks.

"Can't you be grateful?" Eleven said, gazing out the window.

"I'm quite excited to become a Smasher," Arusu said. "And we can see how the Corrins are doing."

"Ya, ya!" Eight nodded.

The Heroes talked amongst themselves, leaving Robin back into his deep thoughts. A half-hour passed, and the doors of the restaurant opened.

Robin didn't bother to look up, with eyes focused on his ramen as he took a slurp of noodles.

"Welcome!" A female employee said.

"Min Min's? I've never eaten here before."

'Those voices. . .' Robin froze and dared to take a peek away from his food and at the crowd of people.

He wished he never looked up.

"Well, it's a first for everything. . . I guess." Marth said to Roy.

"They have the best ramen, all of us are going to experience this moment!" Richter laughed out loud.

"I'm getting extra beef, pork, chicken, everything," Ike said.

"Mmh! It smells quite nice!" Peach clasped her hands. "I hope they have gluten-free ramen."

"The fuck?" Daisy gave a weird stare toward her cousin before shaking her head.

"Do they have anything sweet?" Makato asked her childhood friend.

"We'll have to check the menu," Miru answered, staring at the large menu.

"Mario's treating, right?" Richter asked.

Mario rubbed his head. "But. . . Richter, you said you'll be treating."

"That's a joke! Don't you have a sense of humor?"

Robin's face began to melt into despair, as more Smashers flooded the restaurant one by one. The Heroes noticed Robin's awful expression, and Eleven didn't hesitate to ask if he was alright.

"No, I'm all-left," Robin murmured, taking a heavy gulp. "The Smashers. . . are here. We need to leave. Now."