"Dark pit..you here?" Pit called out, worry edging it's way into his voice as he wandered down the smash mansion halls. He was understandably missing his usual pep, knocked down several pegs after that whole mess with the ring of chaos from earlier. It'd been quite awhile and...he still hadn’t actually seen the other angel anywhere. Sure, they weren’t tied at the hip but...well, he was worried. He wanted to find his twin- assuming he still had a twin. Please let him still have one..

Sonic would open the door, using it to keep himself up and getting out there. He wasn’t in the shape to fight, but he needed to act now.

He presses himself farther back into his corner, pulling his bowstring. A tiny thing, his bow. Barely bigger than Corven’s forearm! But still, the arrow was notched, and the fledgling looked ready to shoot!

“Wh-who are you?! I’m not whining!”

His voice was higher. There was fear there, but he’d fight if he had to defend himself!! Still… Those wings. Dark wings like his… Were they from the same place..?

Corven gave a little eye roll, while going from a crouch to a sitting position, legs crossed, with his hands in full view. “No, Wine, as in the drink. That’s the name you preferred.” 

“I think you’ll find you’re the little man here, edgelord.” Pats his head. “Like I said, I’m a boxer- jumpings not my thing.

Daisy let out a loud sigh as she stretched her arms out. She had just recently had a match against Mario and won against him despite having a rough time especially at the beginning.

At least the princess manage to pull out with a victory at the last second with her final smash even if she didn’t feel satisfied about it considering how many simple mistakes she made during the match that could easily been avoided.

Regardless Mario congratulate her on the win before heading off to meet up with Luigi... At least Mario was a good sport about it....

“HEY! HEY, PITTOO! PITTOO, PITTOO, PITTOO!”

@darkdarkeryetdarkpit

The land is awash with new, defeated spirits. Some of them new, some of them old, and many of them beaten and weakened. His corruption takes root almost immediately upon being brought to his presence. His influence changes their color from a faint white to a solid dark. In a matter of seconds, all of the spirits that have been brought to him are converted into the hivemind of the darkness.

Dharkon’s eye pulsates and radiates with a faint amethyst glimmer, the slit of his iris sharpening as it glares upon Dark Pit and the rest of his forces. Thanks to the likes of Viridi and some others, his forces have grown.