Marth and Ike sat beneath the umbrella, gazing upon the beach that stood before them. They were a bit perplexed to be perfectly honest. Everyone else was enjoying their time, playing, swimming, eating. Like nothing was wrong in the world. But to the two of them, something felt off.

Marth took off his sunglasses and sighed. "Ike?"

"Hm?" Replied Ike.

"Y'know, I know we've only been here for a couple hours, but it feels much longer than that for some reason," Marth said.

"I've been having that same feeling! Like we've been stuck here for I don't know... six months?" Ike said. "Maybe this is some type of paradox."

"Do you know what a paradox is?"

"Well isn't it?"

Marth only sighed and leaned back on his chair, putting his sunglasses on again. "So, what's the news?"

"Well, saying 'sus' is cringe now. Among Us as a game is still cool though."

"I never did like it."

"No one cares Marth."

"Rude. Anything else?"

"Everyone snapped out of Shane Dawson's brainwashing and realized he's not funny."

"I thought we made fun of him?"

"Exactly."

"Ah."

"Uuuuhh Prince Philip died."

"... he wasn't dead?"

"He looked like it, that's for sure."

(A/n: my pen ran out of battery half way through and I'm too lazy to fix it so that's why his wings and the text look so messy)

Ike and Marth nearly fell off their chairs while the ever-innocent angel demanded food. Marth specifically nearly had a stroke of fear, if that's even a thing.

"Good Goddess Pit, at least say something before you speak," Ike said.

"You do realize just how stupid you sounded, right?" Marth breathed once he had recovered from his almost death.

"Gimme chicken nuggies," Pit repeated.

"Go ask Zelda or Robin, they're the adults today," Marth said as he laid back in his chair.

"But you're Mama Marth!" Pit said.

"I'be retired, you can call me Nana Marth now," Marth said.

"Gimme chicken nuggies Nana Marth," Pit said, rubbing his face against Marth's shoulder.

Marth stood up, picked up Pit by under his armpits, and kicked him on the butt and away. Pit then flew into the sea, possibly drowning. Marth than sat back down and took out a magazine from his ever so fancy bag.

"Dude, that's abuse-"

"I don't know what you're saying."

Ike sighed and laid back in his chair. Well, Pit was an angel. He has wings. So he can probably fly in water, right? Or he can use them to help him swim. Can he swim?

The nerves were getting to him. He was about to rush over to the shore when he saw Pit walk out of the water like nothing happened. He was relieved for a second, until a wave crashed over Pit and he was swallowed back into the endless ocean. At this, he ran like a crazy man to the shore and dived into the water, found him beneath the waves, and dragged him back up to the surface.

"Pit, are you okay?!" Ike screamed, panicking.

"Chicken nuggies," Pit said with his stupid, dumbass baby face.

Ike stared up at him, then lowered him, till his feet reached the sea floor, then even lower, till his chest was bellow the water, and even lower then, till he was completely underwater. He held him there, for a bit, then walked away, leaving Pit to float back up to the surface, muttering about wanting chicken nuggies.

***

Roy and Claude glared each other from across the table, holding a card up to their noses. To Roy, seeing Claude sitting there, smugly, smiling smugly, looking at him all smugly, it all pissed him off. Like he was so confident. Well he shouldn't be cause Roy is also very confident, because Roy is very smart. He is a secret genius. And he would nail this. He took a long sniff of his card, then sighed with a smirk.

"This is," he murmured. He slammed the card down on the table in front of him and looked at Shulk (the game master). "This is clearly coffee!"

Shulk looked back at him with disgust, which shattered Roy's reality. "Claude, you're answer is?"

"... I just wanna know how you get coffee and mint confused?" Claude said.

"It's clearly coffee though?!" Roy screamed.

"No it's not! Roy, do you need to get your sense of smell tested?" Claude asked. At saying that, he backed away from the table a bit.

"Whatever, next one!" Roy said.

Shulk sighed and handed them two identical cards. They both took a long sniff, Roy's being extra long (for extra guarantee-ness), then they set them down on the table.

"It's chocolate!" Roy yelled.

"It's coffee," Claude smirked.

"Shulk?!" Roy quickly turned his head to Shulk, lowkey throwing out a muscle. Shulk raised his arm. The pain in Roy's neck was nothing compared to the anticipation he felt, knowing he had nailed this one. Then Shulk lowered his arm towards Claude and all he could feel was pain.

"How... how could I lose?! Chocolate is my favorite candy, I know the smell of chocolate better than anyone!" Roy whispered.

"Oh don't feel so bad, they smell quite similar after all," Claude smirked. In reality, Claude couldn't tell the difference either, he had just played the game before back at the monastery and remembered the color of the card since it was different for each.

"You damn schemer, you must've cheated, you had to!" Roy said.

Claude held back a laugh. Yeah, he did. "No, I didn't. It wounds me you would accuse me of such."

"I don't believe you," Roy said.

"Then don't, it doesn't bother me," Claude said, playing with the braid on the side of his face.

"If it doesn't bother you then it means it's true!" Roy yelled and threw himself toward Claude.

"Wait, I don't wanna fight-" 'Twas too late. Roy had already tackled him. And now they were dragging each other through the hotel room, destroying everything in their path.

Meanwhile, the rest of the gang watched this happened, minus Zelda and Robin, cause they were getting food. As the two dragged each other through the floor, they pondered to themselves, should we stop this? Yeah. Robin and Zelda are gonna be mad when they come back, after all, they were the main adults this time. But was it funny? Also yes, and that let them overtake their sense of justice and good.

The door to the room opened, and in entered three people. "We're back, with a lot of food," Zelda said.

"We couldn't carry it all at once so that's why we took so long. The hotel manager offered us help though, so now-"

Any and all joy drained from their faces when they noticed the state of the room. Roy and Claude stopped their dragging and let go of each other, smiling awkwardly. The adults looked at the rest, who had previously been laughing their ass off, now they were repenting and begging for punishment.

"What is this mess?! What has happened to my hotel?!" A pianta stepped out from behind the two of them, freaking out with his hands behind his head. Shit. They already knew where this was going.

"S-sir! Please, forgive us, um, we can fix this immediately!" Robin quickly said.

"No..." the pianta said.

"Don't worry sir, we are very hard workers, this room will be neat by morning!" Zelda said, thought she was more so begging.

"No, no, no! Everyone here, out!"

The next thing they knew, they had all been thrown out of the hotel, along with their luggage. Robin and Zelda couldn't even be bothered to glare at the cause of all this. They just put they're head in their hands, cried, sobbed even, then quickly recovered themselves and dragged the group to the beach.

"Robin, Zellie, we're sorry," Palutena whined.

"We didn't mean to laugh so much! We were gonna stop them, eventually," Peach said, murmuring the last part.

"Oh we know you're sorry," Zelda said, dragging her and Lucina by the arm.

"And because you're so sorry, you're gonna sleep by the shore tonight, right?" Robin said with a devilish smile.

They stopped right before the water, it barely touching their toes. The gang looked at the two with eyes that said "anything but this," but Robin and Zelda weren't having it and handed them each a blanket then walked away to the car to have a comfortable, and peaceful night's sleep.

Eventually, they all laid down and stared up to the starry sky.

"This is elderly mistreatment," Marth said.

"Shut up, Marth," Roy said.

"This all started because of you!" Peach screamed. "Don't think I forgot about you, Claude!"

"Hey, I was just defending myself from the kid! It's not my fault he's a sore loser," Claude said while putting his hands behind his head.

"You were the one who cheated-!"

"SHUT UP!" They heard Robin and Zelda's voices echo through the night, and so they shut their mouths as ordered, for they feared a dragon and a goddess may hunt them if they didn't.