Post by Mr. Game & Watch on Jun 26, 2016 22:10:48 GMT -8
For the merest of moments, the room was a blur, a blob of white splotches and various other dim colours, but mostly white. Almost like a hospital. Oh, that was where he was, wasn’t it? He could barely remember. Those Nurses really almost sucked him dry of whatever substance his inner essence was. It was the main ingredient to create Shadow Bugs, and Shadow Bugs were just one step away from being the Starvia. Or something like that, Mr. Game & Watch had no clue how any of that worked, but people sure did like to exploit his being for that. At least this time around it was for a worthy cause, unlike the Subspace Emissary. Who could blame the guy though, he barely knew what was going on in that war.
The artificial light of the Life Sphere’s false sun began to creep into his tiny room, it didn’t quite help him regain the ability to see, but it at least reminded him that he was indeed alive. He couldn’t quite be sure of that though, he heard some people say that there’s light that you have to follow to heaven when you die. Then again, he wasn’t sure how people knew that considering that you would have to die in order to get that knowledge. Ah, but what did he know.
The sun was somewhat blinding, but it was almost like it was an incentive to overpower it. Game & Watch wasn’t one to back down from a challenge! Well, besides those other times when he did, but he wasn’t counting those moments. Almost as though he had just recently suffered from major blood loss, he didn’t quite have enough strength to get himself out of the hospital bed, but he had the willpower to regain his vision once more, reassuring himself that he was still within the Light Weather hospital. In addition to that, it looked like he was hooked up to an IV drip. He had no idea what was within it, and frankly he wasn’t of clear enough mind to deduce what the substance they fed into his body was anyways.
As the flat man’s vision waned, a flash erupted from his bedside, along with the sound of something bustling about. Actually, it sounded like it was more than just one something. Out of curiosity, Mr. G&W began to weakly rise to more of a sitting position. Suddenly, it appeared to be that his room was flooded with paparazzi, ten to twenty, possibly thirty swarming around the room, aiming cameras his way and raising their microphones at the sight of his sudden consciousness. Another flash blindsided him and soon the bedside reporters began a frenzy like a bunch of hungry piranhas.
“He’s up!” one cried.
A weak smile grew on his face. Sure the photographers and their old timey flashes were somewhat annoying, but at last he was getting the press’s attention again! No doubt when the Starvia’s cure was found he would be the unsung hero once more! They might even erect another statue in his honour!
“Mr. Game & Watch, how does it feel to be ranked as the Life Sphere’s number one washed up has-been?”
The flat man’s grin was quick to droop as his expression switched to a look of confusion.
“Mr. Game & Watch, the Life and Times wants to know, how afraid are you of ten year old girls?”
“Ey Gee Dubya, your file says that you’ve only ever completed two missions. Why haven’t you done more?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, how does it feel to be so stupid that you couldn’t figure the difference between a Pokemon and a Digimon?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, people are curious as to why you pulled out of the Gang Wars at the last minute, were you afraid that the opposing armies might have ten year old children in their militia?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, your statue was found in the dessert lands of Li, how does it feel to know that the people who robbed you didn’t even value what they had taken from you?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, is it true that you have a God complex and often try to convince people that you were a God in your homeland?”
The flat being felt cornered as the microphones were quickly being shoved into the region around his face. The creature did not have the ability to breathe, but he was beginning to feel a shortness of breath. Each reporter attempting to ply their way into him made his metaphorical lungs feel like they were going to be pumped until they were completely out of commission. A particularly invasive reporter shoved his mic against the flat man’s nose and that was as far as he was going to tolerate it. Working against the frailness that his ‘essence extraction’ and coma had caused, Mr. G&W rose from his bed. His arms acted the same as a ragdoll's and his legs were clearly showing difficulties in keeping his own body up (despite its inherent lightweight nature). Regardless, the flat warrior summoned his chair weapon into existence and knocked the newsman away. It was a weak hit, but it was more than enough to bat the man back, which caused him to erupt into a cloud of smoke and just as quickly disappear from existence.
“Mr. Game & Watch, how does it feel to be a psychopath that resorts to violence as the first possible option?”
The flat man felt woozy, rocking back and forth as though he was going to fumble over at any minute. That swing of his chair had quite the recoiling effect on his body. It nearly felt that he was going to fall back into another coma, but he had a crowd of nosy news people to enact justice upon. Better yet, they didn’t seem to be real, so it was a win-win scenario.
The master of the Flatzone pulled out his judgement hammer, dragging it across the ground as he began to see just how many Number 9 hits he could manage in one go. It didn’t quite take long for the room to dissipate in numbers as the reporters didn’t seem to fight back whatsoever. They continued to ask the man questions, attempting to demoralize him for whatever reason. Each one he destroyed, the bigger the grin on the flat man’s face.
His blind barrage into the crowd was stopped by a tiny fist that decked him in the face, launching him to the other end of the room due to his before mentioned lightweight stature, not helped by his sickly manner. Mr. Game & Watch crashed against the furthest wall, the rebound of the impact planting him directly onto the floor below. He struggled to keep conscious, but continued to soldier on, if only to witness who it was that managed to get a hit on him considering that the reporters posed little threat, if any at all.
When he raised his head, he saw the blond haired child, the one in the pink dress that he meant to fight in the last tournament he was within. For fear of whatever was left of his fame being tarnished by the act of defeating a ten year old in a one-on-one style fight, he felt compelled to pull out from the match up altogether. It would seem that she returned to claim her victory over him once and for all. In the moments that Paula entered the room, the reporters seemed to have disappeared. Not only that, ominous shadows loomed behind her, entailing that she probably wasn’t alone.
“No wonder he pulled out, he wouldn’t have lasted three seconds in the ring against me. Look at the Life Sphere’s hero, he can barely even stand up”
“Wheh heh heh heh” an all too familiar laugh echoed into the room as one of the lanky looming shadows revealed itself to be none other than Waluigi. As he stepped into frame, he sneered as he knelt down to G&W’s height. “Aw, poor 8-bit baby. Come to think of it, when has he ever won a fight? He sure didn’t beat Waluigi, Zero did that. Flat boy was the one who ran Waluigi in and made it seem like he did all the work”
The lenses of the ROB look-alike’s dazzled in the reflections of the light as A.I.M. scooted its way into the light, revealing itself to be another of the mysterious figures behind Paula. “This unit deduces that unit Game and Watch has only ever defeated units Shadow Man, Dante, and Andross. Rather unimpressive.”
“And he wasn’t the one to beat Andross either, that was me. He just stole the credit for it” a certain green plumber added as he too stepped into the room as the flat man was still recovering from what seemed to be fatal hit. Mr. Game & Watch as a being was unable to sweat, but even he was feeling a cold sensation running down his bodice as a whole. The tones of the statements subjected to him were harsh, but they weren’t too terribly far from the truth.
“I’d barely say he beat me either. The little ego monger probably paid off the referee in order to boost his own self-image. Even outside of that, if we had more than a couple of minutes of combat I would’ve overpowered him in time. Look at him, he’s a joke.” the protagonist from DmC scoffed as he posed himself in the background of the other individuals, a smug smirk slapped on his face and arms crossed.
“What more could be said about him? So frail and cowardly.”
“Wheh, wormy loser. Even Waluigi has friends, Waluigi sees no one here to defend you.”
“Danger to the way of life within the Life Sphere. Unit Game and Watch should be in the Police Headquarters with the rest of the psychopaths.”
“Opportunistic and devious.”
“A relic of a bygone era. We’re lucky he isn’t the Life Sphere’s hero anymore, the Starvia would’ve taken over us years ago.”
The group of warriors from G&W’s past began to encroach on him as the 2-D creature tried all he could to regain his footing, but just couldn’t. This is exactly what people thought of him, didn’t they? If they knew who he was at all, anyway. He fell off the radar for far too long, ceased to be the man that everyone once praised him to be. For the first time in his long lifespan, he felt old. Not merely in age, but in concept. He truly felt like a rust encrusted machine rather than an aged bottle of wine. Obsolete. He was tempted to allow his fate to be determined by the crowd that crept into his room.
Before the young girl that headed the group could claim first blood, the door behind the shadowy figures creaked open, the image of a Nurse Joy within the crease of the port. Just as the reporters were reduced to smoke, as were the images of Paula and friends. The nurse didn’t seem to notice the clouds of darkness as she entered the room, despite it seeming to Game & Watch that she ran through the thick of the smog.
“HEY! Who said you were allowed out of bed, mister!? Just because you’re a big time hero, doesn’t mean you’re physically fit to be up and about!” the nurse scolded the frail three foot tall man as she picked him up like a disobedient puppy. She very swiftly placed him back into bed, inserting the IV drip back into place, and tucking him in incredibly well considering his body. “So sorry for yelling. Now you get some shut eye, you’ll be back in tip top shape in no time!” she stated, her tone seeming to be a lot smoother than earlier, to the point that Mr. G&W was questioning whether or not she was one of his mental illusions as well.
The bipolar Nurse Joy gently patted the ill man’s fat nose and then proceeded to wander back to the door, but stopped midway into her journey. “Oop! I almost forgot, someone sent you this letter while we were operating on you” she corrected as she scurried back over to his bedside, digging her hand into her apron’s front pocket. Once fished out, she somewhat carelessly allowed the note to float gently onto Mr. G&W’s bedsheets.
A tiny buzzer began to ring on the Nurse’s belt and it was followed by a rather dull and digitized voice saying “patient 23 is falling into intense psychosis and may rip a hole into the fabric of reality, your assistance may be needed.”
“Ooo, that’s my cue! I must be going. Take care!” she replied as she settled into a slight speed walk, but didn’t fully run just yet. She was in a dress after all.
Mr. G&W himself was still a bit stunned to everything that had just recently happened. He didn’t particularly feel like doing much of anything, other than staring at the ceiling and hoping that his mind didn’t consume him yet again. The nurse left him something though, a small letter. He hadn’t gotten one of those before. Who could possibly be sending him a letter? Maybe it was a thank you note from the staff for allowing his body to be used for research toward a cure for the Starvia. He could use a little lift in his spirits. The flat man managed to get his mitts on the envelope tore it open with the ease of his infinitely sharp fingers.
Mr. G&W sat in silence for a good while. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it would be best that he ignored what everyone was saying or what other people thought was popular. He tried playing that game before and he didn’t exactly end with the high score. It sounded so simple, but so many people have gotten it wrong in the past that perhaps just being a decent person wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
“You don’t honestly think that I mean any of that, do you?” the blond girl stated as half of her body emerged from his bed’s headboard like a phantom. “I could just as easily be setting you up for failure. Making you weak with compassion so that our next duel will have a decisive victory. Me over you. What someone says doesn’t always translate their thoughts, you of all people should know that by now.”
The figment of his mind had a point. He probably would never know what Paula, A.I.M., Luigi, or Dante truly thought of him (Waluigi is the only outlier in this circumstance, he’s been pretty vocal of what he thinks). Oh well, not really much he can do about that. Mr. G&W rolled over so that he was no longer facing the distorted image of Paula and attempted to do as his nurse advised, get some ‘shut eye’.
“You weak and insignificant fool! Pay attention to me! Stress over me! I could be your worst enemy!” the illusion attempted to sway the resting relic. Mr. G&W wasn’t entirely up for giving the vile version of Paula the time of day, so he put whatever strength he had left into his swinging arm and punted the distorted image of the little girl with his frying pan and returned to his slumber.
He may continue to worry about the dangers of what lurks within the depths others’ minds, but he was done with the twisted perversions that his own mind conjured of theirs.
The artificial light of the Life Sphere’s false sun began to creep into his tiny room, it didn’t quite help him regain the ability to see, but it at least reminded him that he was indeed alive. He couldn’t quite be sure of that though, he heard some people say that there’s light that you have to follow to heaven when you die. Then again, he wasn’t sure how people knew that considering that you would have to die in order to get that knowledge. Ah, but what did he know.
The sun was somewhat blinding, but it was almost like it was an incentive to overpower it. Game & Watch wasn’t one to back down from a challenge! Well, besides those other times when he did, but he wasn’t counting those moments. Almost as though he had just recently suffered from major blood loss, he didn’t quite have enough strength to get himself out of the hospital bed, but he had the willpower to regain his vision once more, reassuring himself that he was still within the Light Weather hospital. In addition to that, it looked like he was hooked up to an IV drip. He had no idea what was within it, and frankly he wasn’t of clear enough mind to deduce what the substance they fed into his body was anyways.
As the flat man’s vision waned, a flash erupted from his bedside, along with the sound of something bustling about. Actually, it sounded like it was more than just one something. Out of curiosity, Mr. G&W began to weakly rise to more of a sitting position. Suddenly, it appeared to be that his room was flooded with paparazzi, ten to twenty, possibly thirty swarming around the room, aiming cameras his way and raising their microphones at the sight of his sudden consciousness. Another flash blindsided him and soon the bedside reporters began a frenzy like a bunch of hungry piranhas.
“He’s up!” one cried.
A weak smile grew on his face. Sure the photographers and their old timey flashes were somewhat annoying, but at last he was getting the press’s attention again! No doubt when the Starvia’s cure was found he would be the unsung hero once more! They might even erect another statue in his honour!
“Mr. Game & Watch, how does it feel to be ranked as the Life Sphere’s number one washed up has-been?”
The flat man’s grin was quick to droop as his expression switched to a look of confusion.
“Mr. Game & Watch, the Life and Times wants to know, how afraid are you of ten year old girls?”
“Ey Gee Dubya, your file says that you’ve only ever completed two missions. Why haven’t you done more?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, how does it feel to be so stupid that you couldn’t figure the difference between a Pokemon and a Digimon?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, people are curious as to why you pulled out of the Gang Wars at the last minute, were you afraid that the opposing armies might have ten year old children in their militia?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, your statue was found in the dessert lands of Li, how does it feel to know that the people who robbed you didn’t even value what they had taken from you?”
“Mr. Game & Watch, is it true that you have a God complex and often try to convince people that you were a God in your homeland?”
The flat being felt cornered as the microphones were quickly being shoved into the region around his face. The creature did not have the ability to breathe, but he was beginning to feel a shortness of breath. Each reporter attempting to ply their way into him made his metaphorical lungs feel like they were going to be pumped until they were completely out of commission. A particularly invasive reporter shoved his mic against the flat man’s nose and that was as far as he was going to tolerate it. Working against the frailness that his ‘essence extraction’ and coma had caused, Mr. G&W rose from his bed. His arms acted the same as a ragdoll's and his legs were clearly showing difficulties in keeping his own body up (despite its inherent lightweight nature). Regardless, the flat warrior summoned his chair weapon into existence and knocked the newsman away. It was a weak hit, but it was more than enough to bat the man back, which caused him to erupt into a cloud of smoke and just as quickly disappear from existence.
“Mr. Game & Watch, how does it feel to be a psychopath that resorts to violence as the first possible option?”
The flat man felt woozy, rocking back and forth as though he was going to fumble over at any minute. That swing of his chair had quite the recoiling effect on his body. It nearly felt that he was going to fall back into another coma, but he had a crowd of nosy news people to enact justice upon. Better yet, they didn’t seem to be real, so it was a win-win scenario.
The master of the Flatzone pulled out his judgement hammer, dragging it across the ground as he began to see just how many Number 9 hits he could manage in one go. It didn’t quite take long for the room to dissipate in numbers as the reporters didn’t seem to fight back whatsoever. They continued to ask the man questions, attempting to demoralize him for whatever reason. Each one he destroyed, the bigger the grin on the flat man’s face.
His blind barrage into the crowd was stopped by a tiny fist that decked him in the face, launching him to the other end of the room due to his before mentioned lightweight stature, not helped by his sickly manner. Mr. Game & Watch crashed against the furthest wall, the rebound of the impact planting him directly onto the floor below. He struggled to keep conscious, but continued to soldier on, if only to witness who it was that managed to get a hit on him considering that the reporters posed little threat, if any at all.
When he raised his head, he saw the blond haired child, the one in the pink dress that he meant to fight in the last tournament he was within. For fear of whatever was left of his fame being tarnished by the act of defeating a ten year old in a one-on-one style fight, he felt compelled to pull out from the match up altogether. It would seem that she returned to claim her victory over him once and for all. In the moments that Paula entered the room, the reporters seemed to have disappeared. Not only that, ominous shadows loomed behind her, entailing that she probably wasn’t alone.
“No wonder he pulled out, he wouldn’t have lasted three seconds in the ring against me. Look at the Life Sphere’s hero, he can barely even stand up”
“Wheh heh heh heh” an all too familiar laugh echoed into the room as one of the lanky looming shadows revealed itself to be none other than Waluigi. As he stepped into frame, he sneered as he knelt down to G&W’s height. “Aw, poor 8-bit baby. Come to think of it, when has he ever won a fight? He sure didn’t beat Waluigi, Zero did that. Flat boy was the one who ran Waluigi in and made it seem like he did all the work”
The lenses of the ROB look-alike’s dazzled in the reflections of the light as A.I.M. scooted its way into the light, revealing itself to be another of the mysterious figures behind Paula. “This unit deduces that unit Game and Watch has only ever defeated units Shadow Man, Dante, and Andross. Rather unimpressive.”
“And he wasn’t the one to beat Andross either, that was me. He just stole the credit for it” a certain green plumber added as he too stepped into the room as the flat man was still recovering from what seemed to be fatal hit. Mr. Game & Watch as a being was unable to sweat, but even he was feeling a cold sensation running down his bodice as a whole. The tones of the statements subjected to him were harsh, but they weren’t too terribly far from the truth.
“I’d barely say he beat me either. The little ego monger probably paid off the referee in order to boost his own self-image. Even outside of that, if we had more than a couple of minutes of combat I would’ve overpowered him in time. Look at him, he’s a joke.” the protagonist from DmC scoffed as he posed himself in the background of the other individuals, a smug smirk slapped on his face and arms crossed.
“What more could be said about him? So frail and cowardly.”
“Wheh, wormy loser. Even Waluigi has friends, Waluigi sees no one here to defend you.”
“Danger to the way of life within the Life Sphere. Unit Game and Watch should be in the Police Headquarters with the rest of the psychopaths.”
“Opportunistic and devious.”
“A relic of a bygone era. We’re lucky he isn’t the Life Sphere’s hero anymore, the Starvia would’ve taken over us years ago.”
The group of warriors from G&W’s past began to encroach on him as the 2-D creature tried all he could to regain his footing, but just couldn’t. This is exactly what people thought of him, didn’t they? If they knew who he was at all, anyway. He fell off the radar for far too long, ceased to be the man that everyone once praised him to be. For the first time in his long lifespan, he felt old. Not merely in age, but in concept. He truly felt like a rust encrusted machine rather than an aged bottle of wine. Obsolete. He was tempted to allow his fate to be determined by the crowd that crept into his room.
Before the young girl that headed the group could claim first blood, the door behind the shadowy figures creaked open, the image of a Nurse Joy within the crease of the port. Just as the reporters were reduced to smoke, as were the images of Paula and friends. The nurse didn’t seem to notice the clouds of darkness as she entered the room, despite it seeming to Game & Watch that she ran through the thick of the smog.
“HEY! Who said you were allowed out of bed, mister!? Just because you’re a big time hero, doesn’t mean you’re physically fit to be up and about!” the nurse scolded the frail three foot tall man as she picked him up like a disobedient puppy. She very swiftly placed him back into bed, inserting the IV drip back into place, and tucking him in incredibly well considering his body. “So sorry for yelling. Now you get some shut eye, you’ll be back in tip top shape in no time!” she stated, her tone seeming to be a lot smoother than earlier, to the point that Mr. G&W was questioning whether or not she was one of his mental illusions as well.
The bipolar Nurse Joy gently patted the ill man’s fat nose and then proceeded to wander back to the door, but stopped midway into her journey. “Oop! I almost forgot, someone sent you this letter while we were operating on you” she corrected as she scurried back over to his bedside, digging her hand into her apron’s front pocket. Once fished out, she somewhat carelessly allowed the note to float gently onto Mr. G&W’s bedsheets.
A tiny buzzer began to ring on the Nurse’s belt and it was followed by a rather dull and digitized voice saying “patient 23 is falling into intense psychosis and may rip a hole into the fabric of reality, your assistance may be needed.”
“Ooo, that’s my cue! I must be going. Take care!” she replied as she settled into a slight speed walk, but didn’t fully run just yet. She was in a dress after all.
Mr. G&W himself was still a bit stunned to everything that had just recently happened. He didn’t particularly feel like doing much of anything, other than staring at the ceiling and hoping that his mind didn’t consume him yet again. The nurse left him something though, a small letter. He hadn’t gotten one of those before. Who could possibly be sending him a letter? Maybe it was a thank you note from the staff for allowing his body to be used for research toward a cure for the Starvia. He could use a little lift in his spirits. The flat man managed to get his mitts on the envelope tore it open with the ease of his infinitely sharp fingers.
"Dear Mr Game and Watch,
it is me, Paula Polestar..The one who you were supposed to duel with at the tournament, but as many people say..You Chickened out..But I think you made the right choice. I decided to send this letter to you since you might be staying in Lightweather for a while, so I'll make this quick..I'm sorry about your situation..I wish I could do something to help you ..But I unfortunately can’t, so I guess I'll just write this..
What your doing is very heroic and glorious...I heard you tried...And failed to do those things because most of the people in this sphere treat you like a joke..But during the short time we met, you were a very great and funny person..Despite not speaking English..I can tell you have a very kind heart, so I'll wish you best on the research and one more thing.
When you get out, try to focus on helping everyone instead of trying to find ways of becoming a celebrity..So what if fighting me would of ruined your "Image." Didn't you want to fight for fun?..Besides, I'm more than just a little girl..I'm a girl with powers.
But remember this...
You will always be heroic.
From
Paula Polestar."
it is me, Paula Polestar..The one who you were supposed to duel with at the tournament, but as many people say..You Chickened out..But I think you made the right choice. I decided to send this letter to you since you might be staying in Lightweather for a while, so I'll make this quick..I'm sorry about your situation..I wish I could do something to help you ..But I unfortunately can’t, so I guess I'll just write this..
What your doing is very heroic and glorious...I heard you tried...And failed to do those things because most of the people in this sphere treat you like a joke..But during the short time we met, you were a very great and funny person..Despite not speaking English..I can tell you have a very kind heart, so I'll wish you best on the research and one more thing.
When you get out, try to focus on helping everyone instead of trying to find ways of becoming a celebrity..So what if fighting me would of ruined your "Image." Didn't you want to fight for fun?..Besides, I'm more than just a little girl..I'm a girl with powers.
But remember this...
You will always be heroic.
From
Paula Polestar."
Mr. G&W sat in silence for a good while. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it would be best that he ignored what everyone was saying or what other people thought was popular. He tried playing that game before and he didn’t exactly end with the high score. It sounded so simple, but so many people have gotten it wrong in the past that perhaps just being a decent person wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
“You don’t honestly think that I mean any of that, do you?” the blond girl stated as half of her body emerged from his bed’s headboard like a phantom. “I could just as easily be setting you up for failure. Making you weak with compassion so that our next duel will have a decisive victory. Me over you. What someone says doesn’t always translate their thoughts, you of all people should know that by now.”
The figment of his mind had a point. He probably would never know what Paula, A.I.M., Luigi, or Dante truly thought of him (Waluigi is the only outlier in this circumstance, he’s been pretty vocal of what he thinks). Oh well, not really much he can do about that. Mr. G&W rolled over so that he was no longer facing the distorted image of Paula and attempted to do as his nurse advised, get some ‘shut eye’.
“You weak and insignificant fool! Pay attention to me! Stress over me! I could be your worst enemy!” the illusion attempted to sway the resting relic. Mr. G&W wasn’t entirely up for giving the vile version of Paula the time of day, so he put whatever strength he had left into his swinging arm and punted the distorted image of the little girl with his frying pan and returned to his slumber.
He may continue to worry about the dangers of what lurks within the depths others’ minds, but he was done with the twisted perversions that his own mind conjured of theirs.
