These are the remnants of a story I was working on for Halloween. I never finished it but I thought I cooked on some of the costume ideas so I decided to just mash a few scenes together as a collage. Might add one or two more scenes to this later.

"Aren't you gonna put on a better costume Jigglypuff?" said Mythra, dressed as a vampire. tight, black mini-skirt, a mesh top, black eyeliner, and a choker.

"Nah," said Jigglypuff, rubbing the white face paint on her body a bit more. "I'm a scawy bitch." She flapped her arms a bit.

"Whatever," said Mythra, who paused as she saw Corrin walking into the room in a outfit that, uh, didn't leave much to the imagination. Tank-Top, shorts that looked custom-fit for her legs, and a sign around her chest that said "OnlyFans Spooky Deal, 50% off for feet pics."

"Wow, subtle costume," said Jigglypuff.

"What costume?" replied Corrin.

Jigglypuff winced. "Uh, if you need me, y'all, I'm gonna be scaring some kids over there." Jigglypuff floated away.

Richter came outside wearing... his normal outfit.

"What, no costume?" said Mythra. "Y'think you're too cool for Halloween or what?"

Richter shrugged. "Kind of. I've grown up, and I've realized this holiday is just a hotbed of sin." He narrowed his eyes at Mythra. "Like you. Why are you dressed like that?" He pointed a finger at her. "I don't like that. Why are you dressed up, like a creature of the darkness?"

Ricther shook his head, turned around and saw Corrin, now sucking her finger.. "You—what?" said Ricther. He stared at her slack-jawed. "Is that... what is that? Is that supposed to be a costume?"

"No, I'm just promoting my business," said Corrin, slightly adjusting the sign-strap so it didn't itch her neck as much.

"You're advertising... feet pics."

"Yuh huh," said Corrin.

"We are old enough to be influences on the youth," said Ricther, pulling out a vial of holy water. "We hold power in this evil world of modernity. I would advise you two use your power to... um..." he put a hand on his chin. "Uh... do something that isn't harlotry."

Corrin side-eyed him. "What's harlotry?"

"Yeah, not all of us were raised in whatever old-fashioned shithole you live in," said Mythra.

Richter huffed. "You're lucky I'm feeling merciful tonight. I'd throw a whole blessed gallon of holy water on your degenerate bodies if I thought it would do any good."

"Ooh, do it," said Corrin. "On my feet, daddy."

Ricther grumbled. "You're lucky Simon isn't here." He spat on the ground. "Heathens." He walked away.

On the other side of the yard, Lemmy Koopa swaggered around in his Halloween costume, which was literally just him putting on black shades. He rolled up to Min-Min, who was draped up in a makeshift mummy costume. She caught sight of him and folded her arms. "Lemmy, what are you supposed to be? Looks like you're just wearing a pair of shades and walking around like you own the place."

Lemmy grinned. "I'm Tate."

Min-Min stared at him.

"Y'know, Andrew Tate."

Min-Min stared at him more.

"Top G."

Min-Min rolled her eyes. "Tate? In 2024? What are you doing?"

Lemmy gave her an look, crossing his arms. "Psh. Just get back in the kitchen or something. I don't got time to converse with the female race." He stood on his tippy toes on his ball, now slightly peering above her head.

Min-Min's eyes widened. "What?" she said, covering her mouth with her hand to fight a chuckle.

Before she could finish, Lemmy leaned in with a mocking grin. "Oh, don't get all upset. I hate everyone equally. Don't come at me with that 'sexist' or 'woke' stuff. I hate everybody—doesn't matter if you're black, white, gay, straight, man, woman. I hate you anyways."

The group around him fell silent, and a few Smashers looked at him in shock. Min-Min's mouth dropped open as she processed what he'd just said. Someone from the crowd finally piped up, eyebrows raised. "Uh… Lemmy, where on Earth did you get that… speech from?"

Lemmy looked unfazed, shrugging casually. "Andrew Tate, duh. It's all part of the 'alpha mindset,'" he added with exaggerated finger quotes.

Min-Min's expression turned from shock to exasperation. "Lemmy, that's not alpha—that's just… I don't even know what that is. Seriously, do you even know what you're saying? Your dad's here right? What would Bowser think of this?"

Lemmy shrugged, adjusting his sunglasses. "Bitch, I'm 19. What the fuck is dad gonna do? Ground me?" He laughed, and laughed, until he felt a presence behind his alphaness. Now standing near him was Ike, dressed in a bunch of black armor.

"Lemmy?" said Ike. Lemmy stepped on his tippy toes on his ball til his head was above Ike's, then looked down at him. "Whatcha doing here?"

"Testing out my costume," said Ike, squinting at him.

Ike slashed the ball with his sword. The ball deflated and left Lemmy a very small man again. Lemmy scowled and walked over to his (rented) Bugatti. "Screw you. I'm gonna flex on some more kids." Lemmy glared at him. "Get yourself in the rich category before you talk to me."

He revved the car and sped off.

"Add some ketchup on my sammich too!" he yelled out the window as he sped off.

Ike turned to Min-Min. "Sorry about that."

Min-Min chuckled. "No biggie."

In the front yard of the Mansion, Ness was strutting around in a "soldier" outfit, holding a toy rifle. "Make way," he declared to no one in particular, "the faggot exterminator is here."

Pit walked next to him, dressed up in a poor green wig, a flowing robe and a fake staff, that was just a toilet paper roll with a figure eight ball taped on top of it. The eight ball fell off.

Ness looked at Pit and laughed. "Breh, what's with that twink costume?"

Pit blushed. "Um... I'm Palutena. Lady Palutena."

"..."

"...Y...Y'know, my leader..."

"Bruh, I knew you were whipped," said Ness, preparing his gun, "But you a simp simp now."

"I'm just showing respec-"

Ness shot him with one of the Nerf Bullets. Pit winced.

"I'm gonna go shoot more kids and steal their candy and get fat now," said Ness, walking away.

Yeah that's all I got done lol.