Post by Mr. Game & Watch on Dec 22, 2016 20:24:45 GMT -8
Mr. Game & Watch didn’t get out as much as he used to. Back in his heyday, he would leap across rooftops scouring for crooks and ne’er-do-wells. Now a days, he spent most of his time bedridden and the only window he had to the outside world was the Life and Times newspaper. He had an actual window, but that was beside the point. Even with the limited amount of info he got, he knew that there was more going on out there than he was being lead to believe. He was in that circle of rag-tag heroes before, so many missions went without notoriety more than half of the time.
The two dimensional man continued to flip through his rather small newspaper as the Nurse Joy in his room continued to tweak his setup for maximum comfort in addition to cleaning up the place. As his ‘eyes’ scanned over a couple of articles in the paper, he began to beep and bloop as though he was scoffing at their contents. He held no fear of expressing his opinions.
The lady grew a grumpy grimace and glared directly at her patient, ceasing whatever it was she was doing. “Well, aren’t we a bit crotchety this morning. You want me to fetch you a lawn so you can shoo those children off of it?” she replied with a bitter taste from her lips.
The flat man lowered his reading material and thought absently for a second. When was the last time someone actually understood what he was saying? Better yet, when did she become such an expert on his lexicon? Was he hallucinating again? Perhaps not, the image of his nurse would be a lot more vivid, and would probably try to beat the snot out of him if recent memory served him right. In any case, he quirked his head in confusion.
The nurse rolled her eyes, but went back to her work. “Yes, I’ve studied your language in my off time. It would’ve been much easier if you could just speak English, I mean clearly you can understand it. I swear, they must be extracting that black goop straight from your brain because I have this conversation with you almost every morning” she sassed as she approached Game & Watch’s IV drip to preform her daily inspections. As her eyes dwindled from the device, she took note of the newspaper that her patient was holding. She pulled it away from the flat man and then displayed it in his face again “And you’ve been reading the same newspaper for two weeks now!”
Mr. Game & Watch’s mouth remained agape as he stared off to the ceiling in confusion. All the information on that paper seemed new to him. He didn’t know that losing so much of his core essence was affecting his body in such a way. Back in the Subspace Emissary, they were capable of making multiples of G&W to harvest from, so it didn’t affect him nearly as bad. It could prove a danger to his overall health. He knew he couldn’t die on Li, but becoming a vegetable wasn’t exactly a good outcome either.
“Now peck up, you have a visitor that should be on his way now” Joy stated as she cautiously stepped away from the outward wall after reminding herself of who was making the visit.
A visitor? Who would be visiting Mr. Game & Watch? Mr. Gold & Fish? That couldn’t be possible, his beloved fish was probably a trophy by now. He completely forgot about sending someone to feed his pet.
The flat man’s inquiries did not dwell for long as, within a matter of minutes, he heard a heavy pound from the wall that his nurse had just stepped away from. A feeling of dread was cast over him. Did his nurse hire an assassin to kill him? What kind of person would try to break into his hospital room? There was another pound, but this time a cloud of dust and shattered dry wall exploded from the area, a pair of triangular eyes glowing in the wreckage. Soon, a muscle bound figure stumbled forward. Captain Falcon stood stoically in the wreckage, fists planted on his hips, and a Santa hat flapping in the updraft caused by the titanic hole in the wall. “Happy Toy Day!” he hollered majestically.
The nurse wracked her brain and hid her face from the scheduled intruder since she was not in the mood for such lunacy.
The Police Chief jollily strolled toward Mr. Game & Watch’s bedside, pulling out a neatly wrapped present from behind his back. The bedridden patient beeped inquisitively. “Nobody should be alone on Toy Day! I thought I would pay you a visit and get you a present while I was at it! I mean, I haven’t really showed you how much I appreciate what you’re doing here and for coming quietly when I was sent to get you in the first place! After the battle with Waluigi anyway…” the man exposited with more energy than a bottle rocket ready to burst.
“He asked why you didn’t come in through the door…” the nurse translated Mr. Game & Watch’s previous beep. “…Like anyone would…” she muttered to herself as she fetched the broom and dustpan.
Captain Falcon’s eyes narrowed as he rubbed his chin trying to figure out how she could’ve possibly deduced that. “It was only one beep though, how could it be more than one word?”
“Flat Zonian dialect is incredibly complicated. It all depends on the pitch at the beginning or end of the beep and the context in which he is speaking. He could have said seven different things, but considering the situation I can tell that that was what he asked. Unless your first name is Ted, in which case you don’t want to know what he said” she explained as she began to sweep up the rubble.
The Captain still didn’t fully understand, but he was okay with that. He grinned brightly again and resumed the ‘conversation’ he was having with Mr. G&W. “Well, one, it was a pretty epic entrance, am I right?” he added as he leaned in closer to the flat man and presented his fist for a good bump. “And, two, it was a perfect way to show off the present I got you!” he announced excitedly as he nudged the gift closer to G&W.
Out of obligation, the flat man cut through the box with his infinitely sharp hand and… it looked to be a Wall Eraser. Game & Watch was slightly befuddled. Unless his memory was escaping him again, the Wall Eraser did the opposite of what Captain Falcon described.
It was soon explained to the sickly stick figure though. “E Gadd whipped up that little gizmo for me! He took the Wall Eraser and reversed its effect! So, now the two of us can make epic entrances and not have to worry about getting fined! I call it, the Wall Uneraser!” he pitched as though he was in an infomercial. He even went so far as to grab the giant eraser object and rub it against the edge of the broken wall which slowly but surely repaired it until it was back to normal, like no man-child had burst through it a few minutes ago.
Given that Mr. Game & Watch didn’t see himself leaving the hospital any time soon, it wasn’t incredibly useful. He beeped and ringed a couple times in order to get Captain Falcon’s attention again.
“He asked you if you had the newest edition of the Life and Times” Nurse Joy translated as she shrugged off the wall suddenly being back in place. At least it made her job easier.
The Police Chief laughed. “The Life and Times? That’s been out of print for months!” he replied dumfounded. When he noticed the newspaper at G&W’s bedside though, he quirked his head curiously. “I haven’t seen one of those in a long time!”
The flat man sighed and then began to mumble a couple of rings and beeps to himself. His nurse once again did not seem all that amused by it. “Now you got him going again” she stated in an almost defeated tone. “The golden age of the Life Sphere was so much better. I remember when the population was under four thousand. I don’t know any of these new guys, where are the heavy hitters from back in my day. I remember when missions were about the adventure, I don’t get what’s going on anymore. There’s too much going on, I can’t keep up. Blah blah blah. He does this rant every time after he picks up that newspaper. I don’t think he even reads it.”
“BLEEEEP”
“Ah okay, he stops reading after he sees the mention of a clothes golem in one of the articles.”
Captain Falcon scratched his chin yet again. “Golden age?” he posed back, not sure as to what he would be referring to. Most would assume the first year or so of the Life Sphere being active, but those were miserable times for almost everyone involved.
“From what I can tell, that’s just what he calls his era. When he was going on missions regularly. The first time he opened that newspaper, he kept questioning me ‘where’s A.I.M., where’s Shadow, where’s Team Chaotix.’ I keep telling him that they’re not around anymore, but he chooses to not believe me.”
The Police Chief nodded and paced toward G&W’s bedside yet again. He could understand the flat man’s frustrations to a certain degree, but that didn’t mean he necessarily agreed with any of it. He knelt down to the crossed pixel man’s height and leaned in. “Yeah, it’s not so cool to see all your friends split off like that. I haven’t seen my best bro in months either. But there comes a time where duty calls us elsewhere, whether that be A.I.M. joining its core consciousness with the Life Sphere’s Main Computer’s superstructure, Team Chaotix taking more detective gigs over missions, me doing a lot of paperwork, like a lot bro, or Shadow doing… whatever it is that guy does. We had our time to be totally awesome and everything, but it is important for us to let the other guys make their own stories too. They won’t be exactly like us, nor should we expect them to be. At the end of the day, they keep the Life Sphere’s lights on because they love this place just as much as we do, so who are we to judge?”
G&W was always surprised to hear such words of wisdom coming out of Captain Falcon’s mouth. It was the second time he had given him such sagely advice. He didn’t know if he quite agreed with it yet, but he supposed he could give this new generation of heroes the benefit of the doubt.
The two dimensional man continued to flip through his rather small newspaper as the Nurse Joy in his room continued to tweak his setup for maximum comfort in addition to cleaning up the place. As his ‘eyes’ scanned over a couple of articles in the paper, he began to beep and bloop as though he was scoffing at their contents. He held no fear of expressing his opinions.
The lady grew a grumpy grimace and glared directly at her patient, ceasing whatever it was she was doing. “Well, aren’t we a bit crotchety this morning. You want me to fetch you a lawn so you can shoo those children off of it?” she replied with a bitter taste from her lips.
The flat man lowered his reading material and thought absently for a second. When was the last time someone actually understood what he was saying? Better yet, when did she become such an expert on his lexicon? Was he hallucinating again? Perhaps not, the image of his nurse would be a lot more vivid, and would probably try to beat the snot out of him if recent memory served him right. In any case, he quirked his head in confusion.
The nurse rolled her eyes, but went back to her work. “Yes, I’ve studied your language in my off time. It would’ve been much easier if you could just speak English, I mean clearly you can understand it. I swear, they must be extracting that black goop straight from your brain because I have this conversation with you almost every morning” she sassed as she approached Game & Watch’s IV drip to preform her daily inspections. As her eyes dwindled from the device, she took note of the newspaper that her patient was holding. She pulled it away from the flat man and then displayed it in his face again “And you’ve been reading the same newspaper for two weeks now!”
Mr. Game & Watch’s mouth remained agape as he stared off to the ceiling in confusion. All the information on that paper seemed new to him. He didn’t know that losing so much of his core essence was affecting his body in such a way. Back in the Subspace Emissary, they were capable of making multiples of G&W to harvest from, so it didn’t affect him nearly as bad. It could prove a danger to his overall health. He knew he couldn’t die on Li, but becoming a vegetable wasn’t exactly a good outcome either.
“Now peck up, you have a visitor that should be on his way now” Joy stated as she cautiously stepped away from the outward wall after reminding herself of who was making the visit.
A visitor? Who would be visiting Mr. Game & Watch? Mr. Gold & Fish? That couldn’t be possible, his beloved fish was probably a trophy by now. He completely forgot about sending someone to feed his pet.
The flat man’s inquiries did not dwell for long as, within a matter of minutes, he heard a heavy pound from the wall that his nurse had just stepped away from. A feeling of dread was cast over him. Did his nurse hire an assassin to kill him? What kind of person would try to break into his hospital room? There was another pound, but this time a cloud of dust and shattered dry wall exploded from the area, a pair of triangular eyes glowing in the wreckage. Soon, a muscle bound figure stumbled forward. Captain Falcon stood stoically in the wreckage, fists planted on his hips, and a Santa hat flapping in the updraft caused by the titanic hole in the wall. “Happy Toy Day!” he hollered majestically.
The nurse wracked her brain and hid her face from the scheduled intruder since she was not in the mood for such lunacy.
The Police Chief jollily strolled toward Mr. Game & Watch’s bedside, pulling out a neatly wrapped present from behind his back. The bedridden patient beeped inquisitively. “Nobody should be alone on Toy Day! I thought I would pay you a visit and get you a present while I was at it! I mean, I haven’t really showed you how much I appreciate what you’re doing here and for coming quietly when I was sent to get you in the first place! After the battle with Waluigi anyway…” the man exposited with more energy than a bottle rocket ready to burst.
“He asked why you didn’t come in through the door…” the nurse translated Mr. Game & Watch’s previous beep. “…Like anyone would…” she muttered to herself as she fetched the broom and dustpan.
Captain Falcon’s eyes narrowed as he rubbed his chin trying to figure out how she could’ve possibly deduced that. “It was only one beep though, how could it be more than one word?”
“Flat Zonian dialect is incredibly complicated. It all depends on the pitch at the beginning or end of the beep and the context in which he is speaking. He could have said seven different things, but considering the situation I can tell that that was what he asked. Unless your first name is Ted, in which case you don’t want to know what he said” she explained as she began to sweep up the rubble.
The Captain still didn’t fully understand, but he was okay with that. He grinned brightly again and resumed the ‘conversation’ he was having with Mr. G&W. “Well, one, it was a pretty epic entrance, am I right?” he added as he leaned in closer to the flat man and presented his fist for a good bump. “And, two, it was a perfect way to show off the present I got you!” he announced excitedly as he nudged the gift closer to G&W.
Out of obligation, the flat man cut through the box with his infinitely sharp hand and… it looked to be a Wall Eraser. Game & Watch was slightly befuddled. Unless his memory was escaping him again, the Wall Eraser did the opposite of what Captain Falcon described.
It was soon explained to the sickly stick figure though. “E Gadd whipped up that little gizmo for me! He took the Wall Eraser and reversed its effect! So, now the two of us can make epic entrances and not have to worry about getting fined! I call it, the Wall Uneraser!” he pitched as though he was in an infomercial. He even went so far as to grab the giant eraser object and rub it against the edge of the broken wall which slowly but surely repaired it until it was back to normal, like no man-child had burst through it a few minutes ago.
Given that Mr. Game & Watch didn’t see himself leaving the hospital any time soon, it wasn’t incredibly useful. He beeped and ringed a couple times in order to get Captain Falcon’s attention again.
“He asked you if you had the newest edition of the Life and Times” Nurse Joy translated as she shrugged off the wall suddenly being back in place. At least it made her job easier.
The Police Chief laughed. “The Life and Times? That’s been out of print for months!” he replied dumfounded. When he noticed the newspaper at G&W’s bedside though, he quirked his head curiously. “I haven’t seen one of those in a long time!”
The flat man sighed and then began to mumble a couple of rings and beeps to himself. His nurse once again did not seem all that amused by it. “Now you got him going again” she stated in an almost defeated tone. “The golden age of the Life Sphere was so much better. I remember when the population was under four thousand. I don’t know any of these new guys, where are the heavy hitters from back in my day. I remember when missions were about the adventure, I don’t get what’s going on anymore. There’s too much going on, I can’t keep up. Blah blah blah. He does this rant every time after he picks up that newspaper. I don’t think he even reads it.”
“BLEEEEP”
“Ah okay, he stops reading after he sees the mention of a clothes golem in one of the articles.”
Captain Falcon scratched his chin yet again. “Golden age?” he posed back, not sure as to what he would be referring to. Most would assume the first year or so of the Life Sphere being active, but those were miserable times for almost everyone involved.
“From what I can tell, that’s just what he calls his era. When he was going on missions regularly. The first time he opened that newspaper, he kept questioning me ‘where’s A.I.M., where’s Shadow, where’s Team Chaotix.’ I keep telling him that they’re not around anymore, but he chooses to not believe me.”
The Police Chief nodded and paced toward G&W’s bedside yet again. He could understand the flat man’s frustrations to a certain degree, but that didn’t mean he necessarily agreed with any of it. He knelt down to the crossed pixel man’s height and leaned in. “Yeah, it’s not so cool to see all your friends split off like that. I haven’t seen my best bro in months either. But there comes a time where duty calls us elsewhere, whether that be A.I.M. joining its core consciousness with the Life Sphere’s Main Computer’s superstructure, Team Chaotix taking more detective gigs over missions, me doing a lot of paperwork, like a lot bro, or Shadow doing… whatever it is that guy does. We had our time to be totally awesome and everything, but it is important for us to let the other guys make their own stories too. They won’t be exactly like us, nor should we expect them to be. At the end of the day, they keep the Life Sphere’s lights on because they love this place just as much as we do, so who are we to judge?”
G&W was always surprised to hear such words of wisdom coming out of Captain Falcon’s mouth. It was the second time he had given him such sagely advice. He didn’t know if he quite agreed with it yet, but he supposed he could give this new generation of heroes the benefit of the doubt.
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Dec 22, 2016 20:25:25 GMT -8 by Mr. Game & Watch