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Valentine’s Day. The time of the year when, as they say, love is in the air, with so many couples expressing how much they mean to each other. However, it was also a day to celebrate friendship; after all, love cannot exist without friendship, and vice versa.
Now, in Smash, everyone celebrated it in their own way—or didn’t celebrate at all, treating it as just another day. But that didn’t mean those who did celebrate couldn’t enjoy it to the fullest. Let’s take a look at some short yet interesting stories featuring different characters.
A Romantic Dinner
Mario didn’t consider himself the romantic type. Literally everyone in the mansion—including Bowser himself—would immediately disagree, but Mario saw his actions as simple gestures of appreciation toward Peach. The princess, on the other hand, admired how modest Mario was, even when he had every reason to boast about his efforts. It was one of the reasons she fell for him in the first place.
That said, she didn’t expect him to take Valentine’s Day so seriously. He had invited her to a private dinner in the mansion’s dining hall, so she had put on a dazzling neon pink dress and a pair of heels. For once, she chose not to wear gloves. She was sure Mario wouldn’t either.
When he arrived at her door to escort her to their dinner, wearing a black suit without gloves but keeping his signature cap, the poor guy turned red all the way to his ears upon seeing Peach’s striking figure highlighted by her dress. She couldn’t help but let out a playful giggle, though she also found his reaction adorable.
Upon arriving at the dining hall, Peach was surprised to see the room decorated with roses, heart-shaped ornaments, and pink and red balloons. Soft yet romantic music played in the background. At the center, a small table with two chairs at opposite ends awaited them, set with two empty glasses, a bottle of wine, two empty plates, and silverware.
"Oh, wow…" Peach murmured, impressed. "I wasn’t expecting you to go through all this for me."
"E-Er, it’s not that much, really," Mario chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "You know how I am—I just wanted to show my appreciation."
Peach smiled and shook her head. As always, Mario remained humble, even when he didn’t have to.
"Good evening, madam, monsieur," a voice spoke, and both Mario and Peach stifled a laugh as they saw Sonic approaching, fully dressed as a waiter, bowing before them.
"Buddy, are you serious?" Mario asked, unable to hide his amusement.
"I can’t believe it—are you actually wearing pants?" Peach asked in amusement, trying to hide her smile behind her hand.
"Much to my eternal annoyance," Sonic broke character for a moment. "But I couldn’t say no to Isabelle when she asked me to be your waiter. Seriously, puppy-dog eyes are the worst weakness." He cleared his throat and got back into character. "Please, follow me. Your table is ready."
Mario and Peach exchanged glances before chuckling softly and following Sonic to the table. Ever the gentleman, Mario pulled out a chair for Peach before taking his own seat across from her. Sonic, in turn, took out a notepad and put on a professional expression.
"What would you like to order on this wonderful evening?" he asked in an exaggeratedly refined voice.
Mario raised an eyebrow. "Sonic, there’s only one item on the menu."
"Exactly! So, what would you like to order?" the hedgehog repeated, amused.
Peach chuckled softly and decided to play along. "In that case, I’ll have the house special."
"An excellent choice, madam. And you, monsieur?"
Mario sighed in resignation. "The same as her."
Sonic dramatically scribbled something in his notepad before tucking it into his vest. "Perfect. Your order will be ready shortly." With that, he disappeared toward the kitchen.
Peach rested her elbow on the table and smiled. "I had no idea Sonic worked as a waiter."
Mario let out a soft chuckle. "He doesn’t. Like he said, Isabelle convinced him."
"I suppose no one can resist her cuteness," Peach said, amused.
Mario nodded, and for a moment, they simply enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence.
It wasn’t long before Sonic returned, carrying two plates covered with silver domes. He placed them before them with elegance.
"Here you go. The house special, prepared by our esteemed chef," the hedgehog said before leaning toward Mario and whispering, "Make sure to thank Pyra later, mustache boy. She personally decided to prepare this little delight for your evening." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully before returning to his role. "Enjoy this creamy fettuccine with filet mignon."
Mario and Peach looked at their plates in surprise. The presentation was flawless—the pasta was coated in a creamy white sauce, accompanied by a golden, juicy filet mignon garnished with a light touch of parsley. The aroma alone was enough to make their mouths water.
"Wow, this looks amazing," Peach commented, elegantly picking up her fork.
"Pyra really outdid herself with this," Mario admitted before glancing at Sonic. "You sure you didn’t have a hand in the cooking?"
Sonic feigned offense, placing a hand on his chest. "Please! I know enough about cooking to not mess this up. I was just the messenger."
"And the waiter."
"And the waiter, exactly."
Peach chuckled softly before taking a bite. Her eyes lit up instantly. "Oh, this is delicious."
Mario followed suit and nodded in approval. "Mamma mia, Pyra really knows what she’s doing. I’ll have to thank her later."
Sonic grinned in satisfaction. "Well, I’ll leave you two alone to enjoy your romantic evening." He then gave Mario a teasing look. "But if you need me for a surprise serenade, just give me a signal."
Mario rolled his eyes, but Peach simply smiled in amusement. "Thank you, Sonic."
"At your service, princess."
With one last exaggerated bow, Sonic walked away, leaving them to enjoy their dinner.
Mario and Peach continued chatting naturally, the atmosphere warm and peaceful. Every now and then, Mario would steal glances at Peach, admiring how stunning she looked that night. But each time she caught him, he quickly pretended to focus on his plate. Peach found his nervousness adorable but chose not to tease him.
When they finished eating, Sonic returned with two glasses and the bottle of wine. "Would you like to pair your dinner with some wine?"
Mario glanced at the bottle and nodded. "Just one glass."
Sonic poured the wine gracefully before leaning toward Peach with a mischievous smile. "You know, princess, if you drink it fast enough, you might get mustache boy to dance with you."
Mario nearly choked on his wine, while Peach burst into laughter. "Oh, trust me, I don’t need wine for that."
Mario looked at her in surprise, but he couldn’t help smiling.
The night continued with laughter, conversation, and a sense of companionship that, though they had shared countless times before, never ceased to feel special.
Meanwhile, as Sonic left, Pyra peeked from the kitchen. Seeing Mario and Peach enjoying themselves, she smiled before exchanging a fist bump with Sonic.
Without a doubt, the evening was a success.
Special Massage
Daisy didn’t consider herself the "romantic" type—at all. In fact, she was more of a "act first, ask later" kind of person. That very attitude was what led her to become a princess in the first place, though it was also the same attitude that made Luigi fall to his knees before her.
And not just figuratively.
Maybe that was why she was the one who "wore the pants" in the relationship, "had the control," "had the final say," "took the reins," and plenty of other nonsensical expressions that, to her, didn’t make much sense. Though she couldn’t exactly say they were entirely wrong, either. At the end of the day, it was true that she seemed to be the one leading the relationship she shared with Luigi.
Speaking of the green plumber, he was currently lying on Daisy’s lap while she sat at the edge of her bed. When alone in her room, Daisy dressed more casually—orange shorts, a black tank top, and socks. Luigi? He wore the same thing as always, though he had taken off his shoes, revealing white-and-red striped socks. His cap, on the other hand, was serving as a pillow on Daisy’s lap while she ran a hand through his hair.
"Rough day?" she asked with a smile that was both teasing and affectionate.
"Ugh, 'rough' doesn’t even begin to cover it…" Luigi replied with a nervous chuckle. "Between putting up with Ness and Lucas’s pranks, getting dragged into a team battle with Richter against Ken and Snake, and almost losing my cap to Jr… Did I mention that 'rough' doesn’t begin to cover it?"
Daisy let out a hearty laugh and continued running her fingers through his hair. "Wow, sounds like everyone decided today was 'Bully Luigi Day.'"
"The worst part is, I think it was unintentional," Luigi murmured, sighing as he closed his eyes. "Well, except for Ness and Lucas. Those two little demons do it on purpose."
"Uh-huh, and I’m sure it was also 'unintentional' that you almost lost your cap."
Luigi cracked an eye open to give her a mock-indignant look. "Whose side are you on?"
Daisy laughed again before booping his nose. "Yours, dummy. That’s why I’m giving you a massage—because you clearly need one."
Before Luigi could respond, Daisy slid her hands down to his shoulders and began kneading them firmly. At first, Luigi tensed up, but the moment he felt the relief in his muscles, he let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan.
"Madonna… That feels incredible…"
Daisy smiled in satisfaction and kept working, pressing on his tense spots along his neck and shoulders. "See? If you had told me earlier that you were having a horrible day, I would’ve given you one sooner."
"You just reminded me of Mom for a second…"
"Huh? How?"
"When we were kids and Mario and I came home after an exhausting day, she used to give us back massages."
Daisy fell silent for a moment before chuckling softly. "Wow, so I have motherly instincts without even realizing it?"
"I don’t know, but you definitely know what you’re doing…" Luigi mumbled, sinking further into her lap.
"Well, just stay still and enjoy it, Green Plumber. It’s Valentine’s Day, after all, so consider this my gift."
Luigi opened his eyes and looked at her with warmth. "Thanks, Daisy."
Daisy smiled and gazed down at him. "You want a little forehead kiss too? Maybe it’ll help you sleep better."
Luigi’s face turned beet red, and Daisy burst out laughing. "Well, i-it’s not like I’d mind or anything…!" he mumbled, looking away.
Daisy smirked, but without saying anything else, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "There you go. Now, get some rest, dummy."
Luigi closed his eyes, a small smile on his face as he enjoyed the massage.
Yeah, going through such a rough day was definitely worth it.
Lunch for Two.
Zelda didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. After all, in Hyrule, there was no holiday remotely similar to it. One could say that the very concept of this holiday was new to her because, if she was being honest with herself, she had never had a "special someone"—someone who made her heart leap with joy or gave her butterflies in her stomach, as she had heard others describe.
Well, at least that’s how it used to be. But ever since she spoke with Link and managed to get him to break out of his shell of indifference and at least try to mingle with the other fighters, she couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter whenever he gave her a quick but sincere smile—especially when it was directed at her.
And now was no different.
She had been reading in her room when, suddenly, someone knocked on the door. She got up from her desk and walked over, surprised to see Link on the other side… Though her surprise had more to do with how he appeared rather than that he appeared.
The first thing to note was that his hair was down. It was so long that he usually tied it into a small ponytail, but for some reason, he had decided not to, fully exposing its length. He wasn’t wearing his Champion’s Tunic but rather a plain white shirt; over it, an apron—one that was blue with the face of a cow printed on it. He had brought along a serving cart, with the top shelf filled with silver plates and utensils, while the bottom shelf held dishes and glasses.
"Good afternoon, Zelda!" Link greeted—strangely—with a smile, which was unusual since he was normally more formal. "I hope I’m not interrupting anything important, because I made something to eat! I bet you must be hungry!"
Zelda blinked a few times, completely taken aback. Not just by the sight of Link wearing a cow-print apron—which, honestly, she couldn’t decide if it was adorable or ridiculous—but also by his demeanor. He seemed relaxed, enthusiastic, as if this wasn’t a big deal for him. But for Zelda… well, this was completely unexpected.
"You… cooked?" she asked, both surprised and curious.
"Of course!" Link nodded proudly before gesturing to the cart. "I’m no renowned chef, but I can make a few things."
Zelda felt warmth in her chest, though she didn’t show it right away. Instead, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. "Does this have anything to do with today’s holiday?"
Link tilted his head slightly, as if considering his answer. "Well… yes and no. Technically, yes, it’s because it’s Valentine’s Day, but more than anything, I saw it as an excuse to invite you to lunch with me."
Zelda felt her heart skip a beat. "Oh…"
Link smirked slightly at her brief response before gently taking her hands. If she had managed to keep from blushing before, she certainly couldn’t now.
"Also, I owe you," he said, looking into her eyes, still smiling—this time, genuinely. "If you hadn’t spoken to me that day, whether or not you brought that delicious food, I’d still be stuck in my room, completely lost about everything going on here. Honestly, I still don’t understand half of it… but I think I’m starting to accept that I don’t need to. So…" Link lifted one of her hands and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. "Thank you, Zelda. I owe you more than you think."
Zelda felt her breath hitch. Her hand trembled slightly in his—not because she disliked the gesture, but because she had never expected something like this from him. Not from Link, the silent warrior, the Hero of Hyrule who rarely expressed his thoughts in words and, when he did, did so in the simplest, most direct way possible.
And yet here he was, speaking to her so sweetly, with that rare, genuine smile.
Zelda barely had time to process what was happening before she felt her face burn. "I-I...," she swallowed, trying to regain her composure. "You don't have to thank me for that."
Link tilted his head with a small smile. "I'm not doing it because I have to, Zelda. I'm doing it because I want to."
Zelda looked away for a second, trying to calm her racing heart. She had convinced herself that she didn't like Link. Did she find him attractive? Without a doubt—she wasn't blind. But if he kept making gestures like this in the future, she wasn’t sure if she could keep convincing herself that she didn’t like him.
Seeing her silence and interpreting it as discomfort, Link decided to take charge again. "Can I come in, or would you prefer to eat somewhere else?"
Zelda quickly composed herself and gestured for him to enter. "No, here is fine."
Link pushed the cart into the room, and Zelda watched as he carefully placed the dishes on a small round table with precision. When he finally lifted the lids, Zelda couldn't help but be surprised.
"Pumpkin soup and beef stew with vegetables…" she murmured, impressed. "Link, this looks incredible."
"I hope it tastes as good as it looks," he said with a light laugh as he took a seat across from her.
Zelda delicately picked up the spoon and tried the soup first. As soon as the creamy, slightly sweet flavor touched her tongue, her eyes lit up. "Link... this is delicious."
Link smiled, satisfied. "I'm glad you like it."
Zelda watched him for a moment as he started eating too. She felt the urge to ask if his reason for doing this was genuine, but at the same time, she didn’t want to ruin the moment with too many questions.
So instead, she simply smiled and continued eating.
"Thank you for this," she said softly.
Link looked at her and nodded. "Any excuse is good if it means sharing a meal with you."
Zelda felt her face heat up slightly, but she didn’t look away.
Maybe Valentine's Day wasn’t something they celebrated in Hyrule… but she was starting to like the idea.
"Friendly" Duel
The sound of clashing metal echoed through the training yard as two swordswomen engaged in a friendly duel to relieve stress and improve their techniques.
Corrin—born into the royal family of Hoshido but raised by the royal family of Nohr, carrying the Dragon Vein as part of her royal lineage—was locked in a swordfight with Byleth—the professor of Garreg Mach, wielding the Sword of the Creator and capable of using Sothis’s power when necessary.
Neither of them had the upper hand at the moment, and they were merely trying to let off some steam.
"You fight better than I expected!" Corrin admitted with a slightly teasing smile, attempting a horizontal slash at her opponent, but Byleth blocked it effortlessly.
"Did you expect this to be easy?" Byleth teased back, spinning before attempting her own slash, which was also blocked. "Before I was a professor, I was a mercenary. You haven’t seen anything yet!"
Corrin laughed at the response and jumped back, putting some distance between them. "That sounds like a challenge," she said, gripping the hilt of her sword tighter. "I hope you can back it up, professor."
Byleth didn’t respond with words—just a faint smile before launching herself into the attack. Corrin barely had time to react before a quick downward slash threatened to hit her. She dodged just in time, feeling the blade’s wind brush against her cheek, and countered with a thrust that Byleth deflected with ease.
The exchange continued with growing intensity. The swords clashed again and again, ringing through the air like a frantic melody. Neither of them backed down, each pushing the other to their limits.
Finally, Byleth saw an opening and took advantage of it. With a swift movement, she spun on her axis and used her body weight to push Corrin’s sword off balance. The princess of Hoshido barely had time to react before the tip of the Sword of the Creator stopped just inches from her neck.
A heavy silence fell over the training field.
Corrin blinked a few times before letting out a light laugh. "Wow, I think you got me."
Byleth withdrew her sword and sheathed it in one fluid motion before extending a hand to her. "That was a good fight. You have talent."
Corrin smiled and took her hand, pulling herself up. "You're not bad yourself," she said with a playful grin before leaning in a bit closer. "Although I wonder… was this really just a friendly duel, or were you trying to impress someone?"
Byleth raised an eyebrow but didn’t look away. "Why would I want to impress someone?"
Corrin turned, picked up her sword from the ground, and sheathed it before looking back at Byleth with a raised eyebrow of her own. "Because it's Valentine's Day, and because I haven’t seen you interact with anyone special… yet."
Byleth couldn’t help but roll her eyes. It seemed Corrin still remembered that time Isabelle suddenly appeared to ask them if they celebrated Valentine's Day. And just because Byleth had taken a moment to answer, Corrin suspected she liked someone.
Which wasn’t true… right?
"I'm afraid I don’t have time for those things," she replied at last. "I don’t have feelings for anyone back home, nor here."
"Hmm. If you say so," Corrin sighed, though Byleth wasn’t sure if it was out of disappointment or disbelief. She decided to assume it was the first. "In any case, Isabelle brought me a box of chocolates. Since she couldn’t throw a big celebration out of respect for everyone, she settled for fulfilling some people’s wishes. In short: chocolate for me!"
Byleth couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Corrin looked, so happy over something as simple as a box of chocolates. Honestly, ever since she arrived at the mansion, she admired how innocent and sweet Corrin could be. That didn’t mean she hadn’t killed before or wasn’t capable of doing so, but it was part of her charm—being a sweetheart in person and a beast in battle.
But it was nothing more than that, just admiration. The fact that Byleth sometimes found herself smiling when Corrin smiled or laughed wasn’t anything unusual. Just a friend finding her friend adorable, nothing more. Yep, just that. No complicated feelings involved.
Corrin eagerly opened the box and took a small chocolate-covered bonbon.
"Mmm… it's delicious!" she exclaimed after taking a bite. "Are you sure you don’t want one?"
Byleth shook her head, crossing her arms. "I’m not a big fan of sweets."
Corrin gave her a look of exaggerated horror. "That’s tragic. You must have had a very dull childhood."
Byleth shrugged. "Something like that."
The neutral tone in her voice made Corrin dial back the joke a bit. She remembered that Byleth’s life hadn’t exactly been warm or normal, so maybe that comment wasn’t the best.
To change the subject, she took another chocolate from the box and offered it to Byleth with a soft smile. "Then why not start enjoying them now?"
Byleth looked at the chocolate for a moment and then at Corrin. Something in her expression made her feel a small twinge in her chest, but she ignored it.
"Fine, just one," she said, taking the chocolate and popping it into her mouth.
Corrin watched expectantly as she chewed. "Well?"
Byleth swallowed and shrugged. "Not bad."
"Ha! I knew you’d like it," Corrin said with a satisfied smile.
Byleth rolled her eyes with a faint smirk. "It just means I tolerate chocolate, not that I’m going to become a sweets lover like you."
Corrin placed a hand on her chest, feigning offense. "That sounded like a challenge, professor!"
"Don’t get your hopes up," Byleth replied, flicking Corrin’s forehead lightly before turning away. "Anyway, I have to go. See you later, Corrin."
Corrin watched her walk away, feeling a strange flutter in her chest.
She sighed and looked at her box of chocolates. "Maybe I should share these with someone else… before I eat them all myself."
But deep down, she couldn’t help but wish Byleth had stayed a little longer.
Kirby’s Letters
Bowser wasn’t one to celebrate Valentine’s Day. He already wasted enough energy trying to prove himself worthy of Peach whenever he kidnapped her—on this day? He was smart enough to let Mario have his moment with the princess. After all, he knew there was no point in putting in extra effort on just one specific day of the year.
But one thing was clear: he didn’t expect a letter to slide under his bedroom door.
The King of the Koopas raised an eyebrow, setting aside the book he was reading. He got up from his bed and picked up the envelope from the floor. It was a simple white envelope, sealed, with his name written in crayon on the front. Next to it, there was a small star.
Bowser opened the letter, reading it silently as he adjusted the reading glasses he only wore for books.
"Happy Valentine’s Day! I want to take this day to tell you how much I appreciate you all. Each of you makes our battles so much more fun, and I feel very lucky to share so many incredible moments with everyone.
Thank you for being my friends and for all the adventures we’ve had together! Whether we’re fighting or just having fun, I’m always happy to be with you.
Sending lots of hugs!
With love,
Kirby"
Around the letter, there were doodles of turtle shells, crowns, and purple crescent moons.
Bowser couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at the letter.
"That little guy never stops, huh?" the Koopa King sighed.
He soon walked over to a drawer. When he opened it, he saw more of Kirby’s letters—not just from previous tournaments but from past Valentine’s Days as well. Kirby went as far as to send letters even when there were no Smash Bros. tournaments.
Yeah, Bowser didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, but this was one of the few things he secretly looked forward to whenever the day came around. Sure, he wasn’t the only one receiving letters today, but he treasured them more than he would ever admit.
Bowser placed the letter in the drawer along with the others and sat back down on his bed, adjusting his glasses with a faint smile. Even if he’d never say it out loud, Kirby had a strange but effective way of making Valentine’s Day feel less... sappy.
As he flipped through the pages of his book, his gaze occasionally drifted toward the drawer. He knew that many others in the mansion would also be receiving letters from Kirby. Even the coldest or most distant fighters ended up with one of those notes filled with doodles and sincere words.
"I bet even Ganondorf got one," he muttered with a snort.
Just then, he heard heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway. It didn’t take long for him to recognize them.
"Bowser?"
The Koopa King grunted in response as Donkey Kong poked his head through the door. In his massive hands, he held a letter similar to Bowser’s, decorated with crayon drawings of bananas.
"Let me guess," Bowser said, crossing his arms. "You got one too?"
Donkey Kong chuckled, nodding proudly as he held up the letter. "That little guy really has time for everyone."
"I don’t know how he does it," Bowser admitted. "But hey, I guess it’s kinda nice."
Just then, they heard Ridley’s unmistakable roar as he flew past at full speed, as if his life depended on it. And right behind him… Kirby was chasing after him, holding a letter with Ridley’s name on it.
"Poyo!" the little puffball called out desperately before turning to Bowser and Donkey Kong, waving his tiny hand with a bright smile. "Hi!"
And with that, he resumed his chase, determined to get Ridley to take the letter while the Space Pirate leader fled as if accepting it would be his downfall.
Donkey Kong burst into laughter as he watched Ridley disappear down the hallway, Kirby right on his heels.
"Never thought I’d see the day Ridley ran away like a scared puppy," he commented with amusement.
Bowser shook his head with a smirk. "That little guy is persistent. In the end, Ridley’s gonna give in and take the letter, just like the rest of us."
The King of Chocolate
King K. Rool laughed wickedly, seated on a golden throne... which sat atop a towering pile of heart-shaped chocolate boxes.
"Kneel before me! As king of the Kremlings, I demand tribute… a sweet and addictive tribute of chocolate!" K. Rool declared, cackling.
From below the enormous stack of chocolate boxes, Diddy Kong stared up at K. Rool with a bored expression, while Rosalina raised an eyebrow and Isabelle looked on in panic.
"Ugh… this is ridiculous…" Diddy muttered, rubbing his face.
"Oh no no no no no no! I knew this would happen!" Isabelle cried, shifting nervously in place as she shut her eyes tightly.
"Huh… I didn’t think K. Rool would actually ‘monopolize Valentine’s chocolate,’" Rosalina noted before glancing at Isabelle with an amused smile. "Can you see the future, or was that just a coincidence?"
"I have contingency plans for everything, and contingency plans for my contingency plans," Isabelle replied with a proud smile before shaking her head and panicking again. "But there’s no time for that! I have to put the plan into action before this gets worse!"
Without waiting for a response, Isabelle dashed off toward her room, while Diddy sighed and looked back up at K. Rool.
"And why are you even hoarding all the chocolate? As far as I know, nobody likes you…" the little monkey quipped with a smirk.
K. Rool stopped laughing for a moment and looked at Diddy with mock outrage. "How dare you?!" he exclaimed dramatically, clutching his massive chest. "I am a king! And every king deserves tribute in his honor! If the simpletons won’t offer it willingly, then I have every right to claim it by force!"
Rosalina sighed, crossing her arms. "I don’t know what’s more impressive—your ego or your gluttony."
"Both should impress you!" K. Rool declared proudly. "For only a king like me can possess such a combination of virtues!"
Diddy rolled his eyes before noticing Isabelle returning with a rectangular box in her hands.
"Hey, K. Rool! I got another box for you!" the little dog said with a cheerful smile, wagging her tail.
"Oh, excellent!" K. Rool grinned, carefully climbing down from his throne to avoid toppling his chocolate tower.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Diddy whispered to Isabelle in disbelief. "Giving him more chocolate is your plan?!"
"Trust me!" Isabelle whispered back just as K. Rool stood before her. "I saved a special box just for you!"
"Now this is a tribute!" K. Rool grinned, grabbing the box and opening it. He popped one of the chocolates into his mouth. "Hmm. This is delicious. I think I’ll eat the rest!"
And so he did—devouring every last chocolate before licking his lips in satisfaction. A moment later, he collapsed to the floor, snoring loudly.
Diddy and Rosalina blinked in confusion while Isabelle let out a relieved sigh.
"Oh, thank goodness, it worked…"
"Wow… that was fast…" Diddy said, though he couldn’t help but smile.
"What did you give him?" Rosalina asked suspiciously.
"Chocolates with sedatives!" Isabelle replied happily. "Just one was addictive enough to make him eat the rest and knock out. He won’t wake up until tomorrow, so he can’t hoard the chocolates anymore!"
Diddy shrugged, still grinning, and started grabbing some chocolate boxes. Rosalina, on the other hand, frowned.
"Don’t you think that was a bit much just for some chocolates?" the star princess pointed out.
"Well, if that didn’t work, Plan B was to ask Steve to blast him away, but I guess we won’t need that anymore," Isabelle explained before glancing toward the entrance. "Sorry, Steve!"
Steve, who had been stacking up a pile of TNT, slumped in disappointment and began breaking them down to store them away.
And so, Valentine’s Day in Smash Mansion came to a close… which, honestly, was just another day for the fighters.
End of Chapter 14.