The Wrath of Mama Game & Watch

Author's Note: Thanks to Great Faith, Paradigm of Writing, pksmashattack, kinkajou, JintoSpice11, and Doctor John Smith for reviewing. I wasn't sure if people were still interested in this story, but recent reviews have told me otherwise. So here's the next chapter!

Chapter 3: The Wrath

For some reason, the other Smashers in the room couldn't help but feel some sort of underlying tension quickly building up between the two. It seemed that whatever stories Mr. Game & Watch had told them about his mother were not the entire truth. Here they were expecting a warm welcome, a comforting hug, a kiss on the cheek, hell anything but the awkward silence that was currently transpiring before them. Even Link found himself questioning what on earth was going on here since prior to this scenario, he had no idea that Mr. Game & Watch even had a mother.

"Oh my goodness," said Mama Game & Watch, somewhat in shock. "Dear lord, Gerald, you've grown so much."

"Gerald?" muttered Zelda.

"My name," said Mr. Game & Watch shyly.

"Your real name is Gerald?" replied Captain Falcon, but the end of that sentence came out as a snort, followed by a holler of laughter from himself, Pit, and Luigi. "Gerald Game & Watch!?"

"It's actually Gerald Junior!" said his mom, socking Falcon in the head with her purse. "Named after his father of course. Oh Gerald, you look so much like him. How old are you now? 21? 23?"

"35," said Game & Watch flatly.

The other Smashers felt another awkward vibe fall between each other, giving Link the urge to just get up and hightail it out of here.

"You look pretty good for 35," said Pit. "At least your skin is still smooth. I mean, I'm hundreds of years old and I'm already starting to feel wrinkles!"

"He gets it from me," replied Mama. "Why, when I was a young lady, I had all the boys barking at my doorstep."

"And she probably had the dogs howling at night too," muttered Luigi to Falcon.

"Oh Gerald, I'm so happy to see you again! Come on; give your mother a hug." Game & Watch waltzed up and did just that, although from a third person perspective it looked like they kind of just molded on to each other with their arms tangled up in some kind of convoluted mess. Must have been another limitation to being stuck on the 2D plane. "Well, don't be waiting on me. We have all day to hear about your grand success of becoming the Super Smash Brothers champion!"

"What?!" cried Link, but he was immediately hushed by both Falcon and Zelda who had to tackle him to the ground. He wasn't in on the situation at all, thus he wasn't even aware that everyone had agreed to just pretend Mr. Game & Watch had won the tournament even though it was still the middle of the season. It was really just to appease his mom.

"Right, my… success…" said Mr. Game & Watch hesitantly. He led his mom over to the couch while Luigi went to get some snacks for them from the table. Pit and Marth also joined them, although both of them were still kind of confused by the awkward greeting Mama Game & Watch gave them.

Before Link could say anything, he found himself being literally picked up by Captain Falcon and carried out of the room, followed by Zelda who maintained a smile to pretend everything was A-OK.

"Excuse us for a moment," she said before exiting the room and shutting the door behind her. Falcon dropped Link on the hallway floor rather abruptly, but that didn't stop him from jumping to his feet in a near instant, his eyes fuming with confusion.

"Will someone tell me what the heck is going on here?" he said. "Game & Watch can't be the champion because we're still in the middle of the tourney season!"

"We know that, Link," replied Zelda calmly. "His mom doesn't though. She thinks that Mr. Game & Watch is the champion, and that the tournament is already over."

"That's kind of the reason why she's here actually," chimed Falcon.

Link frowned.

"Who told her that?" he asked.

"Mr. Game & Watch did," said Zelda. "It's kind of a long story, but basically he's having a hard time talking to his mom, so he led her to believe that he became the champion in order to make her feel better."

Link's eyes looked like they were about to burst from their sockets. "T-That's not true though!"

"Well duh," replied Falcon. "We're just playing along for him. This whole thing is just an act to get Mama to like him more."

"By lying to her face? Are you serious?"

"Hey, don't look at me." Falcon put his arms up in defense. "It wasn't my idea."

Zelda gave him a queer look from the corner of her eye, but figured correcting her companion would be a wasted effort. They had already come this far so why bother fighting it?

"Plain and simple," said Zelda, "we just need to entertain Mr. Game & Watch's mother for the rest of the afternoon. If she sees that her son is a real success, then perhaps there's a chance she'll leave without causing too much of a commotion."

Link furrowed his eyebrows at her, still somewhat confused and in disbelief that his friends would go to such lengths just to put on a fake show. In truth, Zelda didn't like the plan either, but who knows, maybe something good could come out of this? With any luck, Mama Game & Watch will be so happy with her son that she won't want to visit here ever again, or at least until the next Smash Bros. tournament starts.

"I don't like it," said Link. "It's not right for us to lie to his mom like this."

"Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" asked Falcon. He turned around and opened the door to see Mr. Game & Watch and his mom still sitting on the couch talking about something. The other three Smashers that were in the room, however, were nowhere to be found.

"Hm?" Zelda poked her head in the room. "Where did the others go?"

"Oh, you mean my son's lackeys?" asked Mama casually. "They're over by the wall there, behaving like good lackeys should."

Zelda, Link and Captain Falcon all stepped in to the room to find their three friends all standing at the side wall, facing it as if they had been sentenced to a timeout. Marth and Pit both sighed in defeat, yet Luigi appeared to be on the brink of tears as he sniffled and moped in the corner.

Mr. Game & Watch's face remained red, although he still didn't say anything.

"What's the meaning of this?" said Link. Seriously, he had never seen his fellow Smashers act this way, nor had they ever been disciplined in that manner. As far as punishments around the mansion went, Master Hand was always one for banishing Smashers to a week of purgatory on the Hanenbow stage, but even that was too torturous for some Smashers to handle.

"Your buffoon friends thought it would be a good idea to serve my son peanuts when he clearly has a nut allergy!" replied Mama Game & Watch.

"Mom, it's not a big deal really…" muttered Mr. Game & Watch.

"You have a nut allergy?" asked Zelda.

"Kind of, but it's not that bad. They just give me hives on my face sometimes."

"How was Luigi supposed to know that?" mumbled Luigi.

"You people don't seem to know how it works around here," said Mama sternly. "Since my son is the champion, he has every right to be treated with the utmost respect. You should all know of the things he likes and doesn't like to eat!"

"That's not what being the champion is about…" replied Link through gritted teeth, but Zelda grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him from making the situation worse.

"We know all about your son, but we wouldn't mind hearing some stories from the other side of the family," said Zelda, trying to change the subject. Mama Game & Watch appeared to be quite pleased with her proposal.

"Oh, certainly dearie!" she said enthusiastically. "Why don't you come on over here and I'll tell you the story about Gerald's first day in the tournament?" She reached over and patted one of the seats, beckoning for Zelda to join them. She did just that, but when Falcon and Link made a move to follow, Mama Game & Watch snapped at them. "Not you! Sissy boy, go stand over by the wall with your friends. And muscle man, come over here and give me a foot massage. My feet are aching from all the walking I did today."

The afternoon was long and painful, and also kind of repetitive as Mama Game & Watch rambled on and on about the amazing things her son Gerald had accomplished in his life. There was the time he single-handedly wrestled an octopus, managing to tie all eight of its tentacles together before smacking it over the head with a frying pan. There was also the time when he had won Event 51 back in the Melee tournament, that is the event when he had to battle Mewtwo, Ganondorf, and Giga Bowser on a measly three stock life count. Mr. (Gerald) Game & Watch was a powerful fighter, and in his mom's eyes it's no wonder why he won the recent Sm4sh tournament without so much as lifting a finger. To her, he was just that good, and she counted her blessings every day for having such a nice respectable man as her only son.

As she told of the stories, Zelda remained silent the entire time, listening intently and curiously. Oddly enough, Mr. Game & Watch also kept quiet, only speaking up whenever his mom asked him a question. Meanwhile, Falcon had spent a lot of time massaging Mama Game & Watch's 2D feet, and according to him, it's not nearly as easy as it sounds. With feet that are purely two-dimensional, one would think that the job would take little to no time at all. Actually, the whole process took quite a lot of energy, as her limbs had to be bent and folded back and forth in order to get the sensation that she desired, but honestly Falcon didn't mind it. He was just happy to help, even if it meant keeping his mouth shut.

The other Smashers had an equally painful time spending the afternoon with Mama Game & Watch. Pit had been demoted to a servant boy, only being summoned to bring food trays to the couch whenever Mama wished for it. Marth was to remain by the door in order to open it for anyone who cared to pay a visit during this time in the day (and darn did he pray for someone to open that door and get him the hell out of here). Luigi was forced to set up a camera and tripod, taking pictures of the grand reunion of Mr. Game & Watch and his mother in order to document the momentous occasion. He was then to be tasked with compiling the photos into a video presentation that he was supposed to show the other Smashers of the mansion at some point during the week. As for Link, he remained sitting in the corner and facing the wall, and the more he sat there the more he began to despise that woman whom Mr. Game & Watch referred to as "Mother."

"I can't take this anymore…" muttered Link to himself, his ears filled to the brim with Mama's annoying voice as she continued to go on and on about stories that certainly were not true. Since when did Mr. Game & Watch defeat three Smashers in a team battle? Since when did he complete Break the Targets on "Very Hard" in under four seconds? And as far as Link knew, there was never a point in this timeline (or otherwise) when Game & Watch had not only defeated Metal Ridley, but also Porky, Duon, and Tabuu all in the same day.

This had to stop right now.

"Okay, enough!" Link got up from the floor and faced the room fuming with rage. "I will not tolerate this stupidity any longer!"

"Hey, watch your mouth youngster! And sit down this instant!" hollered Mama Game & Watch, who had up until this point been explaining to Zelda that the real pronunciation of her name is, "Gah-may-An-wahch."

"Link," said Zelda, "what are you—"

"Look at you!" shouted Link. "You're all making fools of yourselves!" He glanced at Falcon, who was staring at him with his gloved hands still on Mama Game & Watch's feet. "We have no reason to kiss up to her, especially since she's making all those stories up!"

"Really?" asked Pit. "I don't know, I thought the one about Mr. Game & Watch being a master fisherman was pretty good."

"Link, come on man," whispered Falcon. "You're blowing it."

"I was never a part of this," he replied flatly. "And neither should any of you! You're Smashers for goddess' sake! You should be standing up for yourselves! Not pampering some cranky old lady who has no comprehension of how much time and effort goes into these tournaments!"

"I resent that!" retorted Mama. "And you better cut it out right now or I'll smack you so hard you won't know which side is your front side!"

"Bite me, witch," growled Link. "I'll not stand for this anymore." He stormed over to the door, glaring at Marth in the eyes, but the Altean prince didn't show any signs of resisting. He merely hung his head in defeat, knowing full well that Link was right. This party, these stories, everything was just a lie. And not one of the Smashers were feeling good about themselves for doing Mr. Game & Watch this favor. In fact, they felt disgusted, and somewhat embarrassed that they would let themselves be talked down on by a crazy lady they barely even know. Without much effort, Link shoved his way out the door, but Marth soon followed him after giving everyone else a worried glance.

Zelda was at a loss for words. Although she wished for Link to stay, her childhood friend refused to give in. She had no choice but to agree with him though, that this whole event was just a façade, and that she was beginning to regret ever going through with this plan in the first place. She wanted to cling to hope though, believing that under all of those pixels, Mama Game & Watch was truly a good person. Mr. Game & Watch was one of the nicest people around, so why not his own mother? Perhaps there was a reason Mama Game & Watch stretched the truth so much.

The matters only seemed to get worse however, as one by one the other Smashers in the room silently shuffled out to the hall. First it was Luigi, who abandoned his camera without so much as making eye contact with anyone, followed by Pit who glanced back disappointedly before exiting the room completely. Finally, Captain Falcon got up from the floor, but it wasn't for the same reason as them.

"Guys! Come back!" he said. "It's not all that bad! She just got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!" He followed them outside if only to try and recruit them back to his cause. As fitting as it was, the door closed shut behind him, leaving Zelda and the two Game & Watch's alone in silence.

"Peh. Rascals," muttered Mama Game & Watch. "I'm glad you're not a follower like them, Gerald." She put an arm around her son, who seemed to be staring at the floor with his hands on his lap. "You're better than them. You're stronger, meaner, and you really know how to—"

But she was cut off as Mr. Game & Watch broke free from her grasp. He ran out of the room, his steps echoing with the retro-arcade sound that they always make. Zelda had never seen him run so fast in her life, but for a moment she thought she saw tears escape his eyes.

Now it was just her and Mama together, as if that wasn't bad enough. With the sudden turn of events, she really didn't know where to start, whether she should apologize or join her irritated comrades. Most of all, she felt bad for Mr. Game & Watch, for in his hour of need she had failed him. Truly, this idea had turned out to be a complete failure, and she felt the most foolish of all for ever thinking that a plan like this would work.

As she sat there debating on what to say, she was interrupted by Mama Game & Watch's own sniffles. The next thing she knew, the 2D lady was in her arms, wailing in sadness. She had to admit that she wasn't expecting that either.