Chapter 120: Justify Justice
August 20th
6:00 A.M
Outside of Parallel Mansion
It was time to go. The mission was completed. The princesses were safe, Sephiroth was defeated according to Bayonetta, and it was now time to go home.
The Smashers stood together in a bundle across from the three of the ruined mansion.
"By the power invested in me, we've decided to stay behind and visit when we need to." Young Marth said. The little prince turned to Daisy, hoping she would agree.
Daisy nodded at the little prince and showed a thumbs up.
Young Marth smiled at her response but quickly dropped the smile when he caught Solo flipping him off beside her.
Richter let out a loud yawn. "And how do you plan to do that?"
AC Cloud showed the black feathers. "This is what we use to get to your world. We only have three. I'll be holding onto them just in case those two do something stupid with the feathers."
"Yeah, except the only stupid person is Ike." Young Marth glared at Vanguard Ike that stood beside him.
"I never heard so much cap in my life. We all know you're bullshitting." Vanguard Ike said, gazing ahead. He took a glance at Makato, who stood by Miru. Eyes dead as a fish, she gazed at the ground, uninterested in those around her.
"Hey."
Vanguard Ike flickered his eyes toward Ike, as the mercenary walked up to him, showing his hand. "It was great seeing you."
". . .Same as well. It won't be the last time we see each other." Vanguard Ike said, grabbing hold of his hand.
"Well, it should. . ." Ike muttered, squeezing Vanguard Ike's palm. "You fucking liar."
It was a sign of a threat, yet it didn't phase the vanguard. He responded with a smirk. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Oh. . . I see. You're curious about Makato, huh? Don't you wanna know-" Vanguard Ike leaned toward his ear and whispered, "-what happened last night?"
"You. . .!"
He chuckled from his tempered reaction. "I don't want you to be upset about the details. After all, you two broke up. What a perfectly good waste of the ring."
Ike became agitated, deepening his glare. If he had the choice, right now he would sock himself- -this tall, buff self in the face. He wouldn't mind getting a kiddy stool if by all means, but he had to keep his cool. He didn't want to cause a scene he created in the first place.
"Who said I was?" Ike answered, turning his back on him.
Vanguard Ike kept his smirk watching his younger self walking away from him. "See, we're both liars."
"If you ever feel lonely, please stop by and say hi!" Peach said.
"More the merrier!" Roy agreed.
"I honestly don't understand your reasons for staying here, but a choice is a choice," Marth said.
"Yeah. . . thanks." Cloud gave a slight nod toward his older self.
"Make sure to take care of each other." AC Cloud walked up to his younger self, handing him one of the three black feathers.
Robin grinned at the feather, squiggling his fingers for a touch. "Would you be so kind and allow me to hold unto it-?"
"Over my dead body," Cloud said, swiping the feather away from his eyes.
"So you've chosen death-"
"No more problems with you!" F. Robin hissed.
"It's about time we head off. . ." Bayonetta said.
"Yeah. Are we gonna stand here all day or not? I'm curious to know if Richter's catching a case." Ganondorf smirked.
"Sweet baby Jesus! I just heard God's voice! God is calling me to stay here and-" Richter walked away from his group of Smashers, but was stopped by Min-Min's hand, gripping his shoulder.
"Aiya! No can do! You owe me for drunken noodle!"
"You're charging us?!"
"Only you, yes?"
"Sooner you guys leave the better." Young Marth cleared his throat. "Don't bother visiting us, this place is dead as the night. All of us planned to get a part-time job over at your world to rebuild this piece of junk. I heard the pay was higher."
"If you need a job, I'm the boy!" Roy said, raising his hand.
The Smashers wrapped up the final conversations with each other and waved to the three that stood across from them.
AC Cloud nodded at his younger self. "It's been interesting. . . Whenever you're ready."
". . .Yeah. Goodbye." Cloud said, lifting the feather to the sky. The moment he did, the Smashers that weren't from the parallel world slowly went transparent, as a bubble of light surrounded them.
"Don't you have any questions for this Cloud?" Tifa asked, looking at her Cloud.
"There's no need."
". . ." Mega Man stared at AC Cloud. Guilt shredded him for his actions, but if it weren't for AC Cloud, mercy wouldn't be set upon him.
"Make sure you drink your crusty milk!" Daisy waved toward the little prince. "You better be big and strong! You hear me?!"
"Honestly. . . shut the fuck up." Young Marth blushed, swishing his head away from her gaze.
"I'll miss you!" Peach waved, holding a white handkerchief.
"Until next time." AC Cloud smiled at Peach, seeing her become more transparent than before.
The Smashers waved goodbye until they disappeared, leaving nothing but small fragments of light.
(oOoOoOo)
Smash Mansion
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The journey was a long one, but it was only a few days of making the trip to save the three princesses. Making their arrival at the gates, the group expected a bright, sunny day and a grand reunion of many Smashers waiting in tears.
Actually, the opposite. It was a downpour when they arrived, as lightning danced at its own tempo.
There were many people, but it wasn't friendly faces. Most of them were in uniform.
Cops.
There were lights. Lots of flashing red and blue lights inside and outside the gates. Cop cars surrounded the area as if a high-speed chase was taking place. A mix of veterans and new Smashers stood near the mansion doors. It was hard to hear their conversations due to the rain. The only way was forward.
"W-what's going on?" Peach's face whitened in fear. Marmalade clung to Peach's legs, as her legs shook.
"Ahahahaaaa!" Ganondorf burst out in laughter, slapping his thighs. "Looks like you are catching a case!"
"As to be expected," Bayonetta smirked, walking ahead of the group.
"Yooo, hold your panties! We don't know the gist of the situation!" Richter whispered, gritting his teeth.
"I'm not going to lose the mansion again. Let's get going. It wasn't like this before we left." Marth furrowed his eyebrows, walking towards the gates. Ike stared at his back, alongside Roy, knowing the prince to be the emotional type.
"Someone stop this crybaby, lol." Roy snickered.
"I know. He needs to grow a pair." Ike shook his head.
"I HEARD THAT!"
"Maybe we should head back home," Miru said, looking at Makato.
"Tweet?!" Miru-3000 cried out.
". . ." Makato stared at the lights, twiddling her strands of hair.
"I want to say it's none of my business, but this is your home, Cloud." Tifa cracked a smile, sweatdropping.
"Aiya. . ." Min-Min shook her head.
"What a drag. More cops. Always bothering innocent civilians." M. Robin said, yawning. "Weeeell then, Ima make a quick u-turn-"
"Oh no, you're not!" F. Robin grabbed hold of his hoodie, dragging him.
"This is the place we're gonna live in?" Arusu muttered. The rest of the Dragon exchanged glances of mixed expressions.
"Awesome! Cops, ya! Woo hoo!" Eight cheered, showing a buttery grin.
"Uh, ok. . ." Eleven gave a smug look at the mansion.
Solo crossed his arms, staring at his eldest brother. "Where's my fucking moon pie?"
"Now, now, there's a time for everything, ya!" Eight said.
Those who didn't care about the cops headed for the gates, catching some of the attention of a few police officers, but not caring to make an action call.
Mario let out a sneeze and rubbed the bottom of his nose, arching his head up to the tall demonic trader. Kazuya glared at the Italian plumber, crossing his arms, unbothered by the rain.
"We're telling you we don't know what happened to your dojo!" Mario cried out. Zelda, Link, and Samus stood by him, nodding in agreement.
"It doesn't matter if you know or not, one of your people burned down my dojo," Kazuya said, pulling out a light and an unlit cigarette. The four Smashers watched in distress, allowing the nicotine to brush against their noses from Kazuya's smoke.
"I understand that you're upset about this, and we swear we'll find out who did it if you give us some time," Zelda said.
"I've come back with proof. Hopefully, it will train your brains to find the culprit." The demonic trader then snapped his fingers, as one of the cops handed a folder of files to Mario.
Mario opened them carefully, feeling the lamination in each paper so they wouldn't get drenched in the rain.
"Mama mia. . .! Rich-" The first picture screamed "Richter". Blue flames from the aftermath, linger around the premise of the dojo. Simon was back at home and nobody had blue flames except for Richter's holy water- -in this case- -it was more than just holy water.
"Richter. . . Belmont. . ." Mario muttered.
"What was that?" Kazuya snapped. "Speak up!"
"Richter! It was Richter!"
"Man, aren't you a snitch." Link muttered.
"Description," Kazuya said.
"Brown hair, blue outfit, white headband. ." Mario said.
"N-no! Why would you say that?!" Pit overheard, running towards Mario. "I need them! Both Richter and Simon! That witch is gonna be the death of me!"
"So we got a name. Perfect. However, I'll give you two of the three options to pick." Kazuya flicked the cigarette in the distance and pocketed his hands. "One, give me Richter Belmont. Two, I want every woman and child in this mansion as collateral. Three, pay up fifty billion yen."
"F-f-fitty billion?!" The five exclaimed.
"Fifty billion is the amount I spent creating my dojo thus far. If you don't want to lose any more people, I suggest picking the first and third options," Kazuya said. "Four billion a month with ten percent interest. Don't wanna pay up? I'll take the mansion as collateral. Then again, the mansion alone shouldn't be enough for the damages. . ."
Pit curled his lips and shook his head, clenching Mario's shoulders. "If he keeps talking, he's going to sell us all to the black market! Please, Mario! Do something!"
Link sighed. "These newbies are causing more trouble than a Kirby on a Friday."
"What was that, bitch?" Kirby side-eyed the elf.
"Yoooo we're back!" Richter made himself known amongst the crowd of cops and Smashers in the gates. Even with Richter's doubts about the police, it was probably due to the many fans keeping them from trespassing. It had nothing to do with grabbing free meals at the steak house, nor did it have to do with "cleansing" the dojo from Japan.
Mario wished he had time to show a joyful smile, but with the cops here, it made it impossible. "W-welcome back, everyone! You're all in. . . one peace!"
"Talk about wrong timing. . ." Link muttered.
Eyes were turned to the vampire hunter, receiving nothing but mixed emotions.
"Take him," Kazuya ordered.
The cop that stood by Kazuya, reached for his gun. "You heard him, boys, detain him!"
"Ey, ey, what?!" A hoard of cops cut the vampire hunter off, tackling him down like an intense game of football. The rest of the police made a barrier around their suspect to keep the Smashers in confusion out.
"Where's the justice?! This doesn't make any sense!" Daisy cried out.
"Um, what's going on?" Peach frowned.
"Something that should've been done long ago." Ganondorf snickered.
"I believe he had the right to make an arrest," Marth said. "Except, I didn't think this man would come with an army of police."
Once the cuffs were placed on Richter, the cops broke away from their bundle and stood by Richter.
"Y'all munches. Each and every one of you." Richter tugged his arms to break free from the cops and the cuffs, but it wasn't some normal pair of cuffs. It drained him, slowly, like a sleeping pill, numbing his body. Kazuya walked toward Richter, as he lit another cigarette.
"You know, smoking is bad for you," Richter smirked.
"And so is obsessive drinking," Chun-Li muttered, shaking her head.
"Richter, huh? It's a pleasure meeting you face to face." Regardless of what he said, Kazuya only glared at him, flicking the newly lit cigarette at Richter's cheek.
"How are you still alive, . . .demon?" Richter kept his cocky smirk, trying not to break his character.
Kazuya took out another cigarette; this time a cigar. A fresh, wooden, clean-cut cigar.
"No need for searching for a lawyer. You're heading straight to prison." Kazuya answered, dodging Richter's question.
"Aye-aye! No, no! Bad customer!" Min-Min's arms transformed into bungee gun arms with bowling balls attached at the end, placing herself in a fighting stance.
"Min-Min. . . there's no need for you to risk your life for me," Richter said. "Don't even try it Daisy, Simon. As much as your hearts rage out, I beg you, . . .don't stop the inevitable."
"Don't worry. . ." Daisy showed a displeased look, along with Simon.
"Such as I wouldn't make a nibble." Simon finished.
"Um, guys. Perhaps you don't get what I'm saying." Richter cleared his throat. "This is the part where you jump into the rescue?!"
Kazuya turned to the ramen girl and arched a brow. "Min-Min? Oh, that reminds me-" Kazuya pulled out a notepad and glanced at Min-Min. "There was another case filed about a group of Smashers scamming a steakhouse. She's one of them. Take her as well."
"Eh? M-m-me no English. Nihao! Goodbye!" Min-Min ditched her bowling ball hands and broke into a sprint. Before she could leave the premises, a group of cops tackled her to the ground, binding her.
"Ike Griel," Kazuya said.
"Ike who?" Ike sweatdropped when he noticed a bunch of cops closing in on his personal space. "W-wait! I'm innocent!"
"And here I wanted to join them on the steak! Thank God I'm not stupid!" Roy laughed.
Marth shook his head. "Karma caught up with him."
"We just got here and you're gonna be thrown into prison!" F. Robin said, taking a step away from the cops surrounding Ike. After gazing at Ike's arrest, F. Robin glanced at Makato, wondering about her reaction.
'She's. . . not even looking at him.' F. Robin thought. 'It's almost unsettling. . .'
"One more person. Robin The Bank." Kazuya said. "You did some shady business out in the States, but we won't talk about that here."
"Robin! Again?!" Lucina cried out, standing next to her father.
"Surely this must be some kind of mistake!" Chrom cried out.
Robin's face paled up, raising his hands to keep a bullet away from his head. "I can explain, Chrom, but I rather not."
"Am I tripping or did that man say his full name was 'Robin The Bank'?" Pit asked.
"Th-that's a sensitive topic I wish not to discuss!" M. Robin cried.
"Ahahahaaaa~!" Eight burst out laughing, curling over as he held his stomach. "What kind of full name is that ya?! Ohmygod!"
"Our names are no different, Eight," Eleven said, sweatdropping. Eight zipped his lips in an instant and blinked a couple of times.
". . ." Eight gazed at Eleven with a dark expression and placed his pointer finger over his lips. "Shut up."
"All of you three are joining Richter. No point resisting." Kazuya said, crumbling up his notepad, indicating that was the last person on the list.
"Mama mia. . ." Mario muttered.
"Mario, you can't let him do this!" Richter exclaimed.
". . ."
"M-Mario! C'mon my Italian bro, say something!"
"Richter!" Zelda crossed her arms, as she stood by the red plumber, angry with Richter's cries. "You need to stop blaming others and take a look at yourself! You are to be responsible for your actions!"
"She's right, Richter," Samus said.
"Lady Palutena will forgive you, Richter!" Pit said. "I'm sure the prison they're going won't be that bad, right?"
Kazuya scoffed. "That's for the judge to decide. "You guys are welcome to come to court to watch. In a week, these four we'll be given their sentence."
"No. . . I can't let my life end like this. . ." M. Robin grumbled under his breath, as he stared at the ground.
"We just got back home. . ." Peach sniffled, wiping a tear below her eye. "And our fellow brethren are getting arrested? Cloudy, hold me~" Peach swiftly made a 180 towards Cloud's chest, crunching herself into a ball as she sobbed.
Cloud flinched from her sudden skinship and grabbed onto her shoulders. "Get off of me."
"Ah, seriously?!" Tifa glared at Peach.
"This is all too much for one day." F. Byleth said. "Ms. Peach, perhaps we shall postpone the wedding for another day."
Her brother, that stood beside her gave her a weird look. "Wedding? You still want to continue that? We're not even-"
"Priests in training! Like I said the other day!"
"I thought we'll be having a celebration!" Morgana meowed, sitting on Ren's shoulder.
Ren adjusted his glasses. "We should break them out of jail. And maybe that'll get us into Smash."
"I don't know about a jailbreak. We'll have to go to court to see if it's worth breaking them out." Samus said, overhearing Ren.
Kazuya snapped his fingers. "It's time to go. See you in a week."
The four potential prisoners were now all lined up in the large truck that carried other prisoners. One by one the police cars drove off the front yard of the mansion, leaving the rest of the Smashers dumbfounded.
(oOoOoOo)
One Week Later
Smash Courtroom
August 27th
10:00 A.M.
The seats in the courtroom filled the majority of Smashers and guests, who were concerned about Ike, Richter, Min-Min, and Robin's sentencing. Kazuya was present, at a separate seating with a few other lawyers at his side. Guards surrounded the courtroom from corner to corner for the utmost safety.
A few minutes later, the four entered the courtroom from a different door. All chained up with cuffs in their. . . pink jumpsuits? Except for Robin, wearing the same typical orange jumpsuit. Separated from the audience and Kazuya, the four sat with each other.
"What the-" Roy and Daisy furrowed their eyebrows from the color. The two puffed their cheeks, hoping to censor out their laughter as much as they could.
"Is it the new Gen Z look for prisoners?" Falco muttered.
"Looks like it. . ." Fox said back.
Meta Knight sighed. "The Smash reputation would be nothing but ashes if word gets out about this."
"Wamee. . ." Marmalade muttered.
"Robin's the only one without a pink jumpsuit, Father," Lucina said.
"Oh my. . ." Chrom said.
"Someone's a little racist," Kirby grumbled.
"Please let it be a year or less, please let it be a year or less," Mario mumbled under his lap, folding his hands.
"ALL RISE." The Courtroom Clerk said as the judge walked in from a side door near their high podium.
Richter gave an eyeroll. "I only rise for Jesus."
"I suggest standing your ass up so we can all go home as soon as possible." Ike popped a vein, giving a hard nudge that forced Richter onto his feet.
"All may be seated." Judge Yanfei sat on her chair, followed by the rest in the courtroom. After organizing her papers, she looked toward the four prisoners. "Alright, let's make this short and sweet. Ike Griel, Richter Belmont, Min-Min. You three are heading off to the Gay Conversion Prison."
"WHAHIAYA?!" The three shot up from their seats, which cause the guards to close in on them like lightning.
"Hey, at least it isn't death row. I suggest you three sit down." Robin calmly sat in his chair, twiddling his fingers.
"I rather die than convert," Richter said, sitting back down in his chair. Ike sweatdropped, also taking his seat, and then Min-Min.
Judge Yanfei held up a piece of paper to her eyes. "Let me explain. This is what the owner of Gay Conversion Prison wrote to me in his proposal. 'From Ruffians to Hey, Sistars! The GCP keeps violence at a minimum while opening everyone's inner colorful closets. Once converted and no longer a threat to society, a prisoner's sentence is guaranteed to be reduced to a maximum of 10 years.'"
"Ten years?!" Not only the four prisoners, but the audience also exclaimed at the number.
"Well then, that's that for you three. Gay or not, you are guaranteed a huge reduction for your sentencing. Right now it's 25 to life."
"Is that why we're in pink jumpsuits. . .?" Ike muttered, looking at his outfit. Min-Min nodded.
"Aiya. Gay means happy, yes?"
". . ."
"As for you, Mr. . . Robin The Bank." Judge Yanfei grabbed hold of another piece of paper. "You're wanted by the New York police. So, you'll be transferred to their prison and serve a sentence of 80 years."
'No. . . no! That long?! I'll be dead before the first year!' Robin sweated. The three of the prisoners turned to Robin who sat at the end next to Min-Min.
"I can feel some kind of bias with his sentence. . ." Ike said.
"Aiya. . . life gone in blink of eye, yes?" Min-Min frowned.
"Poor guy." Daisy shook her head.
"Heh, I would feel bad for him, but I don't! Yes! Justice has been served!" F. Robin grinned from ear to ear.
"He. . .hehehe. . ." M. Robin responded with a chuckle then a manic's laugh. The courtroom went silent and only his laughter filled the space. He then stopped and let out a sigh.
"Ike, Richter. . . Min-Min. I'll see you guys on the other side." He then lowered his head as his eyes came to a close.
"Wait, what? Oi!" Ike exclaimed, noticing his body tilting away from the three, collapsing on the ground.
"Police! Help! Police!" Yanfei pointed to the white-haired man on the ground
"Don't tell me he actually went with his plan?" Richter whispered while the police surrounded M. Robin's body.
"He no joking?" Min-Min puckered her lips, confused.
Flashback
One Week Ago
Smash County Jail
Ike, Richter, and Robin wore red jumpsuits before being placed under bars. Right across from their small cell was the only female, Min-Min.
"There's no way they'll catch me with another sentence. No. . . I won't let them. . ." Robin sat in the corner with his arm on top of his knee. "Shinunoga ewa~! Shinunoga ewa~!"
"What are you whispering to yourself about now?" Ike asked, turning around.
Robin smirked and then came his chuckle. He lifted his head, showing the bags under his eyes, indicating no sleep since he'd been in the jail cells. "Have you guys heard the infamous play written by William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet?"
"Nope! Only Chinese Opras!" Min-Min said with a grin.
"Min-Min, keep your voice down or they'll execute you first, Kim Jong-un style," Richter said.
Robin continued, showing an open palm. "I'll be the Juliet in this case, and the law enforcement will become my Romeo. If anyone of you guys wants a piece of my temporary suicide spell, now's the time to get it."
"How about you, my good sir, get some sleep, Robin. Talk your crazy talk later." Richter said, yawning.
Robin shrugged, keeping the same smirk on his face. "Suit yourself."
End of Flashback
Whether it was a stupid plan or not, Robin was dead. For now, according to Robin. The three of them stared at his lifeless body with disbelief in their eyes. Later, the doctor rushed to the scene and checked for a pulse on his wrist.
"We need to take him to the hospital. His heart rate is super low."
"R-Robin!" Lucina cried out. Attempting to rush over to his side, her father grabbed her by the arm, restraining her movements.
"Stay calm, Lucina!" Chrom said, biting his lip in frustration. "There's nothing we can do. . . We'll only get arrested."
"But, Father! Robin! He's-!"
"That idiot went and did it. . ." Marth murmured in shock.
Lucina choked in her tears and turned to the Smashers behind her. She stood in the front row of the courtroom. "Robin had so much to live for! He-! He shouldn't have taken his life! Right, guys?!"
There was a long uncomfortable silence that filled the audience section. Mainly the Smashers.
"Uh. . ." Pit rubbed the back of his neck.
"O-oh. . .?" Zelda muttered.
". . ." Roy cleared his throat. "He. . . Robin. . . he had something to live for? Ow!"
"Everyone has something or somebody to live for. . ." Miru said, watching Marth elbowing Roy in the guts.
"Suicide isn't the answer," Chun-Li said.
"Well explain his smelly corpse being carried away by the paramedics?" Ness teared up. "He obviously had something to die for."
"H-hey! That's rude!" Lucas jabbed Ness' arm.
Dark Pit scoffed. "No offense, Lucina, but the world will become a better place now that he's in the grave."
Yanfei gathered her papers into a neater pile before reaching for the gravel. "While that's being taken care of, the three of you will be transferred immediately to GCP. If you desire to have your sentence reduced, I suggest you follow the rules and stay fruity. Court is adjourned."
"F-fruity?! Who're you calling fruity you little brat?!" Richter shot up from his seat, and the police that were near him held his shoulders with a firm grip.
"I said court is adjourned, you soon-to-be fruity pebbles." Yanfei stuck her tongue out and grabbed her things, leaving the judge's seat and exiting the way she came from. "I don't want to miss my ship ride to Liyue Harbor. What a ridiculous case this was!"
"Richter, calm down." Ike said. "Unless you want to increase your sentence, go ahead."
Min-Min shook her head. "Aiya. Don't be a Kevin."
"It's time to go," Kazuya said. "Take them to their lovely home."
"Yes, Sir." The policemen switched the cuffs to the long-chain cuffs, so everyone was connected and cuffed like a caterpillar.
The Courtroom Clerk dismissed the meeting and the Smashers gathered to the front as close as they could without getting arrested. It was most likely the last time the Smashers would see the four.
'This is it.' Ike thought as he gazed at his fellow Smashers. 'From this day forth, I will never- -EVER- -trust Richter with a random foreigner for free meals! For as long as I live!' He continued to search the crowd until he caught Miru's light blue hair. Hoping to catch pink hair, which he ended up doing to his surprise.
Makato's eyes had a nonchalant gaze without a hint of sadness or anger. There wasn't anything to say. What could he expect from her?
'I thought she would be creating poisons at this hour, but she showed up. I know. . . I made the right choice. . .'
When Ike faced away from the Smashers, Miru glanced over to Makato and sweatdropped.
"Good. . . I don't think he noticed. . ." He murmured.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Miru?" Makato asked.
"It's wise not to call me that in public, . . .Princess. . ."
"Richter Belmont! Don't leave me! I need both you and Simon to exercise that witch- -I mean, vampire!" Pit cried, holding onto Dark Pit as his personal Squishmellow.
"You do know she's behind us, don't you?" Dark Pit murmured, shoving Pit away.
Pit tumbled from the shove but gained his balance, falling over Peach and sniffling. "I never mentioned her name, so she wouldn't know. . ."
"Aww, don't cry. . ." Peach patted his head. "We can visit them with a call."
"If they're not sucking each other's-" Samus puffed her cheeks to keep herself from laughing. Zelda and F. Robin side-eyed the bounty hunter, knowing the sentence she was about to complete.
"I'll be back!" Richter shouted at the Smashers, pausing his footing to make the trip long to exit the courtroom. "I swear I will!"
"Keep it moving!" A police officer shoved his back, forcing Richter to move.
"Aiya! I serve noodles in prison, yes?!" Min-Min asked one of the policemen beside her.
"Um. . . no."
"Just what is she?" A police officer whispered over to another cop.
"We don't talk about her kind."
Once the four criminals left the courtroom with the officers, the Smashers walked out of the courtroom with mixed feelings.
(oOoOoOo)
7:30 P.M.
After their long trip, the recruited prisoners arrived at their new homes. Isolated in a deserted land with fresh cacti and vultures. It would ensure that the guards would catch any human escaping outside of their prison would be caught at an instant.
"Shut up and line up! That's an order!" One of the guards said. "One word and it'll be a taser to the neck!"
No weapons, no pocket knives, no drugs. Before and during the trip, everyone was searched from head to toe, and unique cuffs would guarantee electrocution to the neck first, so resisting wasn't an option.
Inside the gated prison, they lined up single file and followed the ten guards that surrounded the three of them.
Making inside GCP, Min-Min was taken to a different part of the GCP, assuming it was for the women's division. Ike and Richter could only turn their heads to the noodle girl as she disappeared down the hallway.
"Enjoy faggots," The guard opened the heavily barred door to the men's division, revealing a tall, dark-skinned man in sparkling pink grinning once seeing the new prisoners.
"Ah! So there's my fresh meat!" His voice was pitched ten times to a woman's, but recognizable to be a man's. Two guards in pink stood beside him. No. It was more like, they were holding him. They were holding him on each arm like they were lovers.
"I love straight men." Flamboyant Guard 1 purred over to Richter, while the other guard winked at Ike.
Chills rushed straight at both Ike and Richter's backs. 'What the heellllll?'
The man waved his long cigar stick at his fingertips, scanning Richter and Ike's chiseled chest through their pink jumpsuits. "Mhmhmhmhh~! You guys look scrumptious! I'm sure the beautiful babes will love your ass. You may call me Papi, and my pronouns are he/he because I'll always be him~! Welcome to our all-amazing home for potential gays: Gay Conversion Prison!"
