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TLDR; I’m not coming back to Joker or Mac.

You’re dessssspicable :

“So… um… My room, or yours?” It was awkward, but certainly the superior option to talking about it in a place where any passerby could decide that their conversation was interesting enough to tell their friends about.

“Whadda ya’ laughin’ fer, ya’ big pink and blue varmit?”

It took all of the strength Mini Mac-Mac had in his Mini Mac-Mac body to not go entirely feral on Lucas for laughing at his current predicament with these damned fangs. It was bad enough he was a child again, but a child that could become a dragon almost at will. It wasn’t unlike changing into Giga, but it certainly was risky to do considering he had absolutely no idea how to change back if he did. So for now, he could only force a smile.

Panic filled his lungs as he unsteadily stumbled out of the room, wildly gazing around the halls. Gods, why did it feel like a thousand mini daggers were stabbing him behind the kneecaps? It wasn’t painful as much as it was annoying and bothersome, but that was the least of his concerns. He was in the wrong body, in the wrong room, and, more than likely, the wrong mindset to be dealing with something as wild as this. What he needed to remember was that he needed to keep himself calm to avoid possibly shifting into a dragon without a way to change back. He was almost sure that it would be like changing back and forth from Giga, but he could never be too sure. Not with Dark Dragon.

Not realizing how quickly his feet were now moving, Alli was speeding through the halls in search of his runaway body and the person inside it. Everything and everyone became a blur to his eyes, unrecognizable to him before he hit a brick wall in the form of a chest. “OOF!”

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There was no way around it: Alli wasn’t smart. He made many, many mistakes throughout his life and that didn’t stop recently. His attempts to be kind would often go awry, he’d become easily frustrated with even the simplest tasks and lash out, or he would go radio silent for days. If there was one thing he was incredible at, however, was fighting. That was exactly how he intended to turn his luck for the better, by focusing on his positives and move past his mistakes. 

A team battle was schedule for the day: Team Yellow versus Team Green as Little Mac and Lucas were to take on Ness and Palutena. Being as confident as ever, Alli was excited to finally fight again after rehabbing his wounds from his last beat down. Turning towards Lucas, he decided to give some final words of encouragement.

“Let’s show them what we can do!”

As soon as he heard the ‘Go!’, he was dashing off towards Ness while leaving the blonde to fight with the Goddess for the moment. Flashes of magic and PSI littered across the stage as the four brawled, items sometimes dropping down to add more chaos to the mix. Just as it seemed the boys were finally hitting their stride in the fight, the Goddess threw an all out attack in the form of a smoke ball and black hole mixed with a barrage of magic blasts as Mac and Lucas helplessly struggled to escape the pull. As if that wasn’t enough, they were then treated to a PK Starstorm and a Black Hole Laser that sent the duo to their defeat. 

”Well, that was horrendous.”

It was a hard defeat to swallow for Alli, especially when he felt he deserved that win. He earned that win and it slipped away from his grasp because of one slight miscalculation. He was on point with his strategy of cutting off the stage to corner the opponents, but the items were his downfall. Speaking of which, he couldn’t get the closing moments of the battle out of his head. There was something in his body that just simply didn’t feel right after being stuck in that black hole. He felt drained, sluggish, almost in a zombie like state. He couldn’t even bring himself to say good night to Lucas before he crashed into bed and went straight to sleep. He awoke the next morning with soft tingling all over his body, though he noticed he couldn’t feel any of his usual pains. Was he dead? Sitting up in ‘his’ bed, he felt there was a weight on the back of his head. Reaching behind to check, he could feel...A ponytail? His hair had never been that long... and how was it already tied. “Ah don’t reme- ow!” He hissed, holding his mouth. He bit the hell out of his tongue trying to speak. Wait. Where the hell did that accent come from? Where did these fangs come from?! Something weird was going on here and Alli didn’t like it one bit. Stepping out of bed, he realized two things: 1. He wasn’t in his room and 2. He was short. Well, shorter. “Ah’ ain’t likin’ thisss one bit.” He grumbled, still not used to the fangs. All the clues were right in front of him, but he just had to see it for himself. He had to know that this was more than just some weird dream. Scrambling to the bathroom, his mouth hung open in shock. His fingers traced the facial scars and poked at the fangs in his mouth. This was real. Oh god...

“H-Hey man... That’s uncalled for and untrue!”