Angel of Skyworld

This...this was a little too much for Pit to take in. Alternate universes? Other versions of other worlds?? But why? And how did he end up here? Was there any way to get back? There was so many questions buzzing around in his head and it honestly gave him a bit of a headache. Lady Palutena sounded pretty serious too--WAIT. Not his Palutena?!

"So does that mean there's more than ONE Palutena??!"

Aside from the fact that he just discovered the Multiverse, that literally blew his mind. That meant more Pits, Viridis, Pittos...!

"Whoaaaaaaaa...." Yup. Mind. Blown.

He wasn't sure if he should be cheering or totally terrified. Probably...both?

"...So...I...guess I’m...not supposed to be here...?" Was that right? He wasn't sure, but Lady Palutena sounded really worried about this--no, wait, OTHER Lady Palutena. Man, this was probably even more confusing than Pandora's Labyrinth of Deceit, and that place was CRAZY. Anywho, what to do with this new enlightenment. Other Pit seems just as confused as he was, which was probably the only thing that made sense at this point.

Right. That. What to say to yourself? As in, really, totally, yourself? Hmm.

...After some hard thought, the alternate angel smiled brightly.

“Well...two Pits are better than one, right? I'm not complaining, to be honest.” Pitto aside, of course. Or not. Parallel duplicates of himself might as well be commonplace at this point. He just wasn't used to it in...this degree. "I mean, if Lady Palu--...Uh, sorry, YOUR Lady Palutena says we're the same person, then...what's to worry about?"

What Pit was trying to say is that since they were mostly the same person, then they should share similar qualities, no? Same heroic heart, same unyielding faith to Palutena, all that jazz. In a way, it was like talking to another angel, but with the same face. Or like talking to a mirror, except the mirror could answer back--Hey, yeah!

Patrolling had kinda become a regular thing for Pit now.  Patrolling, so that no monsters that probably still lurked about in the Overworld would attack any innocent mortals.  He knew it had to be done, but holy cow it was getting old!

It was the same thing over and over again, leave Skyworld, fly to a different area, look left, look right, look all around, find absolutely nothing, then head home.  It wouldn’t be so bad if some Underworld minion just showed his face for once.  Then he could have an awesome battle (or at least a little action) with them and this routine wouldn’t be so bad.  But no, nothing ever crawled out from whatever rock they were hiding under.  No one ever came to attack a person or anything.

Not that he’d want someone to get hurt, he just wished that he didn’t have to do the same things over and over and over and over….again.

He never said anything to Lady Palutena though, no matter how much he wanted to.  He could never say no to Lady Palutena, even if he tried!  And plus he had to and whatever.

Even she, however, seemed to be getting tired by all this.

“Pit, is there anything around there?  Any monsters at all?”  Her tone was incredibly strained, even Pit could tell how sick of this she was.  They could be do way more productive things!  Like…uh…hanging around Skyworld?  Playing video games!  At least not this.

“Ergh, no.  Sorry Lady Palutena.” He answered back honestly.

*sigh* “It’s fine Pit, it’s not your fault.  Though I am seriously reconsidering these patrols.  We really aren’t finding anything and-”

“Really?!  Yes!  Because I am seriously ready to stop these patrols.”

“…Alright then, I’m bringing you back.”

And that’s when Pit expected to be sucked back into Skyworld, back at Lady Palutena’s side and done with this boring task.  But no, she didn’t teleport him back or anything.  It was almost like something stopped her, or she forgot?

“Lady Palutena?  Are you going to bring me back?”

And then he saw why she had just froze.

That was him.

Standing right there.

In front of him.

Even though he was right here.

[ ➹ ] - "......Whaaaaaaaa...?!"

That.

That was him.

That...that was definitely not what he was expecting to run into on patrol. Which was himself. As in, Pit. Not Pitto--well, actually, he was 47% sure it wasn't Pitto. Then again, Pitto wasn't really the prankster type. Why in the world would he dye his hair and wings, anyway?

"A-Are you...me...?" Sure, he's had his fair share of duplicates, but this? This was just waaaaay too weird to even for him. That angel across from him was, without a doubt, identical to him in every physical cue he could see. He even had the same cowlick in exactly the right place! Well, so did Pitto, but still!

"Oooookaaaay, starting to get freaked out here. Uh, Lady Palutena? Mind explaining what's going on here...?" Was this some kind of weird, divine trick? Maybe Lady Palutena was messing with him or something? Nah, she'd never do--on second thought, maybe she would. He wouldn't be surprised, really.

"Because either I'm finally losing it or Pitto decided to rip off my look even more than he already is just to tick me off...?" Which, if that were the case, he would be just as confused. He wouldn't go THAT far, would he...?

[ ➹ ] - …Woah.

“U-Uh…OK…” Well, note to self: Don’t get on her nerves. He’d hate to see Bayonetta get angry. He doesn’t exactly know where the restaurants are, but they have to be in the direction they were heading, right?

…Oh, wait, here they are! Good timing, he didn’t know if he could take much more of this. Maybe if he stuffed himself with food he won’t have time to talk?

“So…where do you wanna eat? I’m up for anything…” The angel paused, fidgeting in place for a bit before speaking up again. “And, uh…what to you wanna know about me? You said you wanted to know more details…”

Bayonetta quickly looked around at the options they had before them. There were bakeries, ice cream parlors, pizzerias, a diner, and an Italian restaurant, among various others.

“Do you fancy something from that diner, Little One?” Bayonetta asked, nodding towards the diner ahead of them. “I imagine they have quite the various options.”

She smirked at Pit once he asked his question, turning to face him.

“Truthfully, I’d like to know what exactly you, as an angel, and your goddess do. I mostly just want…reassurance that I won’t be dealing with you like those corrupted buffoons back home.” 

She turned back around, nodding to the diner once more. “Now then…you probably don’t even have money yet, seeing as I just caught you out of the sky. Perhaps I’ll make this my treat, but that means you must give me the information I ask for…are we clear?”

As they both walked into the diner, Pit began explaining to Bayonetta about what she wanted to know, letting her pick out where they would sit and all. "Well, back in my world, Lady Palutena is the goddess of light and the Ruler of Skyworld, which is where we watch over all of mankind and the earth's living creatures. We call it the Overworld, and we fight against those that seek to destroy it and the heavens, as well as the universal balance."

He beamed with pride as he said this next part. "My job is to carry out Lady Palutena's orders and help her in the fight against evil! Like right now, we're having...a little trouble with the Forces of Nature." AKA Viridi's plans to return the earth to a more natural state via wiping out all of human kind. "But we put that on hold for now, I think...for the tournament.”

[ ➹ ] - Aaaaaand he was lost.

Finding his room was a challenge of and in itself. (All that room to himself? Woah!) Now he wanted to find this place where he could get food…the supermarket. Ya know, to fill up on groceries before anything else. Even though he can’t cook, he’ll just buy a bunch of packaged things and stuff until Lady Palutena gets here. They have to take hearts, right?

“…Oh! Hey! Meta Knight! Over here!”

Spotting the familiar figure nearby, Pit waved to him before trotting over to his side, a beaming smile on his face. Oh, man, he didn’t really know him personally, but seeing a returning veteran from the last tournament was a welcome sight! “Hi there! Remember me?” Look at that cheeky grin, he’s certainly in a good mood…despite his predicament.

He’s putting some hot dogs in his cart; four packages to match equally with the five bags of rolls. …He needs to have an even amount. Besides, he knows Ike can polish off over forty hot dogs in about six sittings. 

He looks up when he hears his name being called, and catches Pit in his peripheral. He pushes the gobstopper into the pocket , and then faces the angel, nodding.

Huh, what was that thing he just put in his pocket...? Eh, he probably shouldn't mention it. Don't wanna be rude and all. In Pit's own basket was a bunch of ready-to-eat meals and TV dinners, as well as assorted chips and sweets, and some other things. Perks of being a divine being, he didn't really have to worry about gaining a few pounds and stuff.

"I just got here a while ago and I already love this place! They got everything here, ya know?" Heck, they even had some Drink of the Gods in stock! Definitely getting a few of those later. "I haven't explored the whole island yet but that's totally on my to-do list."

[ ➹ ] - “Whoa…!”

Once the hand had disappeared, he…landed on his butt. Yes, truly he was a creature of grace and dignity. The pride of Skyworld. Yup.

“I–Uh–” He quickly gathered himself up and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head towards the woman, a nervous smile on his face. He recognized her–well, sort of. Lady Palutena said there would be an Umbra Witch in the tournament too, to which she herself was surprised that they still existed–apparently, Umbra Witches were supposed to be extinct.

“Who, me? Naaaaah…” And cue the nervous laughter. Oh, boy. “I wasn’t trying to cause trouble, I just…kinda misjudged my flight time…?” Yeah, he did. Not that he would fully admit it. “And, uh, yup! Guess I’m lucky I’m not a normal angel!” Considering he couldn’t fly on his own. Ouch.

“A-Anyway, thanks for saving me, miss! Really. I guess I owe ya one, huh…?”

Bayonetta looked down at Pit, eyebrows raised. Truthfully, she thought him an idiot, but that may simply have been her…premature judgement simply because of his existence as an angel. Perhaps he wasn’t all that bad.

“Owe me one, do you…? Yes…I quite like the thought of that. Hah! Don’t worry, Little One, I won’t be making you do anything…dreadful. In fact…” 

Bayonetta thought for a moment. She knew beforehand that the angels here, this one most likely being one of them, were from a completely different world, time, or dimension. Perhaps these weren’t as corrupt and bloodthirsty as the ones back home.

“…Do you like food, Little One? I’m quite famished, and I believe you could tell me about your world and life as an angel in great detail. Lest we forget on the way, remind me to tell you of the angels I’m familiar with.”

“Oh–hey!” And there he goes trotting on after her. “Uh, sure! Meeting new people is one of the whole points of the Smash tournament, right?” Pit didn’t have any problem with it, no, but…he was just a bit too nervous around her to think straight. Man, he was SO bad at talking to girls…

“Yes..you are correct. I’m known as the Umbra Witch, Bayonetta. Whatever your…goddess has on me, I can guarantee it isn’t everything. It ruins the surprise if we knew each other before even meeting! Now…Since I’ve already established that you’re among the few angels I’ll withhold from killing, would you care to continue the rest of the way to the restaurant? If it pleases you to keep on talking, then go ahead, but don’t always expect me to answer…understand?”

“U-Uh...OK...” Well, note to self: Don't get on her nerves. He’d hate to see Bayonetta get angry. He doesn't exactly know where the restaurants are, but they have to be in the direction they were heading, right?

...Oh, wait, here they are! Good timing, he didn't know if he could take much more of this. Maybe if he stuffed himself with food he won't have time to talk?

[ ➹ ] - “This place has a beach?!”

Uh, duh, Pit. You’re on an island. Regardless, his exploration of the area led him to find the sandy paradise, and he’s already off and running down to enjoy the bright sun. Aw, yes, now he can get his tan on! Oh, and build a sand castle! A HUGE one! With a moat!

“Wooo-hooo! Hey, Lady Palutena, you’d think there’s some cool seashells on this–”

…Oh. Right. He’s on his own. Well…darn. At least he’ll have some cool seashells to show to her when she DOES get here.

“Let’s see, seashells, seashells…by the sea shore…” Like that really hard tongue twister. Maybe if he dug down a bit?

Heading in his general direction, she heard him say that tongue twister, and smiled a bit. “I think it’s actually ‘she sells sea shells by the she–’”

He laughed a little as the girl fumbled with the saying, though not in a mean way. “Yeah, I guess that’s why they call it a tongue twister, huh?” Although, he wasn't really sure where it got the name. Did someone actually twist their tongue while saying something like that? Sounded painful.

[ ➹ ] - “Whoa…!”

Once the hand had disappeared, he…landed on his butt. Yes, truly he was a creature of grace and dignity. The pride of Skyworld. Yup.

“I–Uh–” He quickly gathered himself up and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head towards the woman, a nervous smile on his face. He recognized her–well, sort of. Lady Palutena said there would be an Umbra Witch in the tournament too, to which she herself was surprised that they still existed–apparently, Umbra Witches were supposed to be extinct.

“Who, me? Naaaaah…” And cue the nervous laughter. Oh, boy. “I wasn’t trying to cause trouble, I just…kinda misjudged my flight time…?” Yeah, he did. Not that he would fully admit it. “And, uh, yup! Guess I’m lucky I’m not a normal angel!” Considering he couldn’t fly on his own. Ouch.

“A-Anyway, thanks for saving me, miss! Really. I guess I owe ya one, huh…?”

Bayonetta looked down at Pit, eyebrows raised. Truthfully, she thought him an idiot, but that may simply have been her…premature judgement simply because of his existence as an angel. Perhaps he wasn’t all that bad.

“Owe me one, do you…? Yes…I quite like the thought of that. Hah! Don’t worry, Little One, I won’t be making you do anything…dreadful. In fact…” 

Bayonetta thought for a moment. She knew beforehand that the angels here, this one most likely being one of them, were from a completely different world, time, or dimension. Perhaps these weren’t as corrupt and bloodthirsty as the ones back home.

“…Do you like food, Little One? I’m quite famished, and I believe you could tell me about your world and life as an angel in great detail. Lest we forget on the way, remind me to tell you of the angels I’m familiar with.”

“Oh--hey!” And there he goes trotting on after her. “Uh, sure! Meeting new people is one of the whole points of the Smash tournament, right?” Pit didn't have any problem with it, no, but...he was just a bit too nervous around her to think straight. Man, he was SO bad at talking to girls...

[ ➹ ] - Pit was always something of a…less than intelligent individual. It was partially his own fault, really. Shame that he doesn’t spend most of his time educating himself on important matters.

Like, oh, say…the time it takes to get to the island where the next Super Smash Bros. tournament was being held. He kind of learned the hard way that it was definitely NOT 5 minutes.

“Not good! Mayday! I’m going DOOOWN!”

“How many times must I tell you not to mooch off of other’s food? And MINE, even! I taught you better than…hm?”

That is when Tedhaun heard the sound of a scream coming from the sky. They all looked up, and lo and behold, there was a person plummeting to their doom. Upon closer inspection, Tedhaun noticed his angel wings.

“…Ah, it’s a falling angel. Should I help him?”

Our winged hero landed face first on the hard ground, limbs and wings twitching in pain as he groaned and struggled to stand. Ow. OK. Just walk it off, Pit, you didn’t get invited to the Smash tournament for nothing…

“Owowow…”

Shaking his head, Pit took a moment to make sure his clothes weren’t too dirty and brushed off the excess dust. (Gotta look good, after all!) He readjusted his laurel crown, flapped his wings to ensure they weren’t too dirty either…

…then raised a fist to the sky.

It was too late, for the angel had already fallen face first onto the ground. Whoops.

“Ah, I took too long…”

That’s when the angel stood up and rose his fist into the air, saying that he “made it on time”. That made him a little curious, but he was gonna ask later.

The angel spun on his heel and turned to face…wha? A ghost? Lady Palutena never said there would be ghosts…or lost souls, or whatever he was supposed to be, but she DID say that there would be many different beings participating in the tournament, so…

“Nah, I’m good! I’m used to this kind of stuff.” And how. “I just didn’t know it would take so long to get here, though. It’s kinda out of the way…”

…Speaking of which…

“Uh…this IS where the Smash Tournament is being held, right?” Aw, man, if he landed on the wrong island, he’s pretty much stuck up a creek with no paddle. “Lady Palutena gave me a general area of the place, but…” The goddess was quite cryptic when she wanted to be…

Whether this was or wasn’t the right area, it didn’t really matter to Tedhaun as of right now.

That was a relief. Pit beamed, silently thanking Palutena in his head for agreeing to give him the Power of Flight so he could move on ahead to the tournament before she did–she said she had ‘Goddess Business’ to attend to first, to which the angel had no objection to. She had her own duties, after all.

He cleared his throat a bit.

“Nice to meet you, Tedhaun! I’m Pit, servant to the goddess of light, Palutena, and Captain of her Guard!”

Pause.

[ ➹ ] - Pit was always something of a…less than intelligent individual. It was partially his own fault, really. Shame that he doesn’t spend most of his time educating himself on important matters.

Like, oh, say…the time it takes to get to the island where the next Super Smash Bros. tournament was being held. He kind of learned the hard way that it was definitely NOT 5 minutes.

“Not good! Mayday! I’m going DOOOWN!”

“Oh, bother..” she grumbled, starting to charge up her summoning of Madama Butterfly.

“….uh?”

Confusion filled his mind as he stared down at…at…a giant Handora? Wait, no, that’s not…wait. Hang on. Something’s not right. He just didn’t know what that was.

Once the hand had disappeared, he...landed on his butt. Yes, truly he was a creature of grace and dignity. The pride of Skyworld. Yup.

"I--Uh--" He quickly gathered himself up and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head towards the woman, a nervous smile on his face. He recognized her--well, sort of. Lady Palutena said there would be an Umbra Witch in the tournament too, to which she herself was surprised that they still existed--apparently, Umbra Witches were supposed to be extinct.

"Who, me? Naaaaah..." And cue the nervous laughter. Oh, boy. "I wasn't trying to cause trouble, I just...kinda misjudged my flight time...?" Yeah, he did. Not that he would fully admit it. “And, uh, yup! Guess I'm lucky I'm not a normal angel!” Considering he couldn't fly on his own. Ouch.

[ ➹ ] - Pit was always something of a…less than intelligent individual. It was partially his own fault, really. Shame that he doesn’t spend most of his time educating himself on important matters.

Like, oh, say…the time it takes to get to the island where the next Super Smash Bros. tournament was being held. He kind of learned the hard way that it was definitely NOT 5 minutes.

“Not good! Mayday! I’m going DOOOWN!”

“How many times must I tell you not to mooch off of other’s food? And MINE, even! I taught you better than…hm?”

That is when Tedhaun heard the sound of a scream coming from the sky. They all looked up, and lo and behold, there was a person plummeting to their doom. Upon closer inspection, Tedhaun noticed his angel wings.

“…Ah, it’s a falling angel. Should I help him?”

Our winged hero landed face first on the hard ground, limbs and wings twitching in pain as he groaned and struggled to stand. Ow. OK. Just walk it off, Pit, you didn’t get invited to the Smash tournament for nothing…

“Owowow…”

Shaking his head, Pit took a moment to make sure his clothes weren’t too dirty and brushed off the excess dust. (Gotta look good, after all!) He readjusted his laurel crown, flapped his wings to ensure they weren’t too dirty either…

…then raised a fist to the sky.

It was too late, for the angel had already fallen face first onto the ground. Whoops.

“Ah, I took too long…”

That’s when the angel stood up and rose his fist into the air, saying that he “made it on time”. That made him a little curious, but he was gonna ask later.

The angel spun on his heel and turned to face…wha? A ghost? Lady Palutena never said there would be ghosts…or lost souls, or whatever he was supposed to be, but she DID say that there would be many different beings participating in the tournament, so…

“Nah, I’m good! I’m used to this kind of stuff.” And how. “I just didn’t know it would take so long to get here, though. It’s kinda out of the way…”

…Speaking of which…

“Uh…this IS where the Smash Tournament is being held, right?” Aw, man, if he landed on the wrong island, he’s pretty much stuck up a creek with no paddle. “Lady Palutena gave me a general area of the place, but…” The goddess was quite cryptic when she wanted to be…

Whether this was or wasn’t the right area, it didn’t really matter to Tedhaun as of right now.

That was a relief. Pit beamed, silently thanking Palutena in his head for agreeing to give him the Power of Flight so he could move on ahead to the tournament before she did--she said she had 'Goddess Business' to attend to first, to which the angel had no objection to. She had her own duties, after all.

He cleared his throat a bit.

"Nice to meet you, Tedhaun! I'm Pit, servant to the goddess of light, Palutena, and Captain of her Guard!"

…Huh. That…didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Weird. Was the ground just softer on this island than in the mainland, or was it just more…squirmier?

…….Waaaaaaait, dirt wasn’t squirmy! Unless it was quicksand. But he wasn’t sinking…?

It’s when the angel finally looks below him that he realized he had landed on someone. Well, some…thing. Either way, they were a living creature, and they were obviously in pain from him sitting on them. Thus, Pit was quick to remove himself with a sound of concern, wings flapping in worry.

“How about over there?”

He leads Silver to the stump and gestures for him to sit, plopping down next to him with a small grunt. Worry was etched all over his face, even if it was a bit scratched up from his fall.