(Pit POV)
Breakfast in the Smash House wasn't a "meal."
It was a natural disaster wearing a tablecloth.
I sat down first — a mistake — because the moment my butt touched the chair, four goddesses blurred like they used Haste + Teleport.
Palutena sat on my right, smiling softly.
Viridi slid in on my left, hugging my arm.
Phosphora zipped into the chair diagonally with a smirk.
Amazon Pandora just teleported behind me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and said in my ear:
"A girl's gotta secure her man before someone else does~"
Pit (internal): 'I've survived the Rebellion War. This is worse'.
The other fighters… were not prepared.
Link, trying to eat peacefully:
"No Navi, you can't eat bacon. It's not good for fairies.".
[Insert image of Link]
Ike slams down a plate stacked 50 pancakes high.
"Breakfast is just training for my jaw."
[Insert image of Ike]
Cloud quietly stabs a sausage like it owes him money.
[Insert image is Cloud]
Sephiroth floats by, sipping tea with Pichu on his shoulder like this is a normal Tuesday.
Palutena: "See? Could be worse."
Pit: …Lady, look behind you.
In the The Fire Wing Table
Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Min Min.
[Insert image of these Characters]
Min Min: (spots Pit across the room) stares at him curiously
Luigi: "Min Min, why are you looking at Pit like that…?"
Min Min: "My ARMS sense something intersecting ."
Bowser: "Kid's doomed."
Mario shrugs sympathetically.
In the The Mage Wing Table
Zelda calmly eats tea and biscuits.
Robin is already solving morning algebra.
Bayonetta is filing her nails like she's preparing for violence.
[Insert image of Zelda]
Bayonetta looks up, sees Pit's entire harem wrapped around him, and smirks:
"Oh, sweetie, you're living the dream."
[Insert image of Bayonetta]
Pit (internal): 'Woman, who ever you are! please stop talking I'm already sweating'.
In The Villain Wing
Ganondorf and Ridley are playing cards.
[Insert image of Ganondorf]
Ganondorf: "Why do you always choose fire-based attacks?"
Ridley: "Why do you always lose to children?"
Ganondorf flips the table.
Sora POV
Narrator (Sora POV)
Yeah, look, everyone tries to pretend breakfast is normal.
It never is.
I watched the whole thing from the admin balcony with Kirby, who was inhaling muffins like a black hole with frosting.
Sora: "So, Kirby, what's your chaos prediction today?"
Kirby: "Poyo."
Translation: Pit's table is seconds away from exploding.
He was right.
Back to Pit
Phosphora elbowed Palutena.
"Move over! I want the right side today!"
Palutena smiled without looking at her.
"No."
Viridi tugged Pit closer.
"He sits next to me!"
Amazon Pandora smirked.
"Then he can sit next to all of us~"
Pit, crushed between divine softness and jealousy-fueled territorial energy:
"Girls… plates… air…"
Meanwhile, the Rest of the Smashers
They were staring like tourists witnessing a rare celestial event.
Shulk walked past with waffles and muttered,
"Every day in this house… the future gets weirder."
Joker slid by, sipping coffee.
"Bro… you need armor just for breakfast."
Palutena kissing Pit's cheek "At least you're not with your roommates now."
Pit with a sloghed blush spoke."Lady… after a night with Sephiroth, Ridley, Joker and Snape…
THIS is the calm table."
The entire Smash House went silent.
Sora (yelling from the balcony):
"THAT'S the most terrifying sentence ever spoken."
Everyone nodded.
Even Ganondorf.
Sora cleared his throat, standing on top of a chair like it was a throne he absolutely did not earn.
"Alright, listen up! Today's fighters for the tournament have been chosen!"
A soft glow pulsed through the dining room as dozens of wrists lit up with floating numbers. Some fighters cheered, some groaned, some tried trading their numbers like illegal Pokémon cards.
Pit looked down at his arm.
Nothing.
Viridi checked. "Nothing."
Phosphora checked. "Also nothing."
Amazon Pandora checked… then shook Pit by the shoulders. "OH MY GOD, WE'RE FREE!"
Palutena just smiled, patting Pit's head. "Well, it looks like you're not fighting this round. Consider it a day off."
Pit exhaled in relief—until the entire dining room shook from a loud "WAAAAH!" coming from another table as Wario realized he was fighting Samus again.
[Insert image of Samus]
Sora lifted a hand dramatically. "Now, as always, everyone was chosen by the great and powerful Wheel of Chaos. Preliminaries first, then semi-finals—two rounds—and finally, the big finale between the last two fighters. You know the drill."
Kirby nodded like a little pink mafia boss who definitely rigged the wheel.
Sora continued, "Anyone without a number is free to spectate, commentate, or—"
He pointed directly at Pit. "—NOT GET KILLED."
Pit raised a hesitant hand. "Sora… why did you say that like it was specifically for me?"
Because it was.
Everyone knew Pit had "Accidentally Ends Up in the Final Boss Fight" energy.
Before Sora could answer, chaos erupted at the breakfast tables all at once—like five different sitcoms playing simultaneously:
• Ganondorf and Bowser arm-wrestling over the last bacon strip
• Isabelle politely scolding Villager for stealing pancakes
• Cloud and Link silently fighting with forks over the syrup
• Fox lecturing Falco about "aerial spacing" over eggs
• Yoshi eating an entire waffle tower in one bite
Pit blinked at all of it.
"Yeah," he whispered. "This… this checks out."
Sora pointed both thumbs toward the exit.
"Tournament starts in thirty minutes! Everyone with numbers, warm up! Everyone without numbers—try not to die!"
Pit nodded, grabbed his plate, and calmly walked toward his harem.
"Girls," he sighed. "I think we're gonna need more waffles."
The Smash House agreed.
Chaos had only just begun
One of the fighter liped there had, as Sora looked at him.
a tall, muscular man with a blue and black flight suit and armor, a red helmet with a visor and falcon crest, and yellow boots and gloves
[Insert image of Caption Falcon]
Sora looked at him as he spoke. "Yes, Captain".
Captain looked at him as he spoke. "Sorry sora, but I can't fight today's I have stomic problem from last Tournament".
Sora blinker as he thought. "Well we still need someone to fight Little Mac... So I guess our new arrival Is fighting".
Then stage light sighed on pit as he saw there was now Glowing Number on his wrist.
The stage light snapped onto Pit like a divine spotlight, making him jolt so hard he nearly dropped his fork.
Pit: "Huh—WHY ME?!"
Sora just shrugged, all innocence. "Fairness. Destiny. The random chaos of the wheel. Pick your favorite excuse."
Pit slammed his hands on the table. "But I just got here! I didn't even warm up! I haven't stretched! I didn't even finish my toast!"
Little Mac, from across the room, cracked his knuckles loud enough to echo.
Little Mac: "Don't worry, kid. I'll make it quick."
Pit: "That does NOT help!"
Behind him, four goddesses and one chaos-being froze mid–breakfast fight and turned slowly toward Sora like a synchronized death glare.
Viridi: "Sora. Sweetie. Why did you put my angel in the ring on Day One?"
Phosphora crackled with electricity. "Oh, this is gonna be FUN."
Amazon Pandora leaned forward, eyes glinting with chaos. "Break his spirit, Pit. Mommy wants to see violence."
Palutena just placed both hands on Pit's shoulders, smiling beautifully yet terrifyingly. "Win, dear~"
Pit, vibrating: "I—I'll try—?!"
Rosalina, sipping tea from the end of the table, simply added, "If he dies, he respawns. But try not to die."
Shulk passing by with toast. "Yeah, dying hurts."
Pit grabbed his head. "WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING IT LIKE IT'S NORMAL?!"
Sora clapped his hands. "Alright everyone, wrap up breakfast! First match starts in fifteen! Pit vs. Little Mac!"
Kirby floated beside him, holding up a sign that read:
GOOD LUCK ANGEL BOY!
Pit's wings drooped.
Pit just sighed spoke in his head.
'This is it… my first day… and I'm already being thrown into the ring with a guy whose entire existence is punching.'
He turned to his wives.
Pit: "If I die, delete my browser history."
Phosphora: "What history?"
Pit: "EXACTLY."
Ren took a slow sip of his coffee, eyes half-lidded but sharp beneath his bangs.
"Kid's gonna win," he said plainly.
Sephiroth didn't look away from the floating hologram of the bracket. His one visible eye ticked toward Ren with mild curiosity. "And what makes you think that?"
Ren set his coffee down, leaning back in his chair. "You felt it too. When he walked in."
Ridley gave a low rumble of acknowledgment from his corner.
Sephiroth finally turned fully, arms folding. His expression stayed unreadable, but the air shifted — dense, aware, almost predatory.
"That light," he murmured. "And something beneath it. Something older."
"Exactly," Ren said. "He hides it well — or maybe he doesn't even realize how obvious it is — but it's there. Locked up tight. Like a door someone forgot to close all the way."
Ridley's eyes gleamed. "Ancient. Familiar."
Sephiroth gave the faintest nod. "A flame sealed inside a vessel too small to understand it."
Ren smirked over the rim of his cup. "So yeah… I'd bet on the angel."
And for a moment, all three of Pit's chaotic roommates — a cosmic dragon, a thief touched by rebellion, and a one-winged god of destruction — quietly agreed on one thing:
Whatever power was sleeping inside Pit…
It wasn't ordinary.
Not by a long shot.
Then after 15 minutes the first fight was gonna start
Just like the fighter, the rings where also randomly chosen, as to not give anyone any advantage.
For the fighter they looked up too see where Pit Vs Little Mac was gonna take place.
It was Hyrule Castle, and Zelda tryed not to scream.
As for Pit, before the match started both fighter where on different side left and right.
On the Right side was pit, who face was barrier into Palutena chest, as glowing ruined runned through both of there, after a second a click could be heard.
Palutena then let of Pit as she smiled. "There I am loosen the seal, now you can fly without my blessings".
Pit flexed his wings as the golden markings dimmed, the first seal loosening. A faint shimmer rippled across his feathers as he finally felt air respond to him properly again.
"Ahh—much better," Pit said, rolling his shoulders. "I don't have to glide like a confused chicken anymore."
Viridi crossed her arms. "It's one seal, Palutena. One. You didn't need to smother him like that."
Palutena gave her a knowing smile. "It's called multitasking, dear."
She quickly kissed Pit's forehead. "And now my brave hero can actually fly during his match."
Amazon Pandora groaned. "Oh for the love of—why not just pop all the seals? Let him go full angel nuke. I wanna see the stadium vaporize."
Phosphora immediately grabbed Pandora by the wrist. "No. Absolutely not. Do you remember what happened last time?"
Pandora blinked. "It wasn't that bad."
Phosphora stared deadpan. "You gave a dinosaur sentience, a grudge, and abs."
"That's… fair," Pandora admitted.
Zelda, watching from her own balcony section, whispered to Link, "Please don't let him do that here. My castle barely survived last time Ganondorf sneezed."
Link nodded like a man remembering trauma.
Below them, the stadium lights flared as the announcer's voice boomed:
"READY… FIGHT!"
Little Mac hopped in place, bouncing on his heels, fists raised.
Pit, meanwhile, still had the faint glow of Palutena's magic on his chest, feathers fluffing from the warmth.
He took a breath, wings spreading wide.
"Okay," Pit muttered. "Don't embarrass yourself. Don't embarrass your wives. Don't die to a guy under five-six."
From the stands, Sephiroth watched with a cup of tea.
Ren sipped his own coffee beside him. "He's gonna win," Ren said simply.
Sephiroth raised a brow. "You sound confident."
Ren shrugged. "Anyone who's sealed like that isn't weak. And you felt it too, didn't you?"
Sephiroth's single wing rustled.
"…Yes. The child carries the weight of something ancient."
Ridley was confused why they where having this conversation again
Kirby, floating by Sora, nodded sagely. "Poyo."
Sora sighed. "Yeah… Pit's either gonna impress everyone or blow a hole through time. Again."
To be continued
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