So, here's how it goes: Nentindo is very pro- monster and wanted to show their support, so they came into contact with the monster fam and got their permission to model a mii outfit out of one of them. For some reason, they thought Papyrus was the perfect candidate, but everyone was like no! no! Sans is our mascot, why not him? But I guess Papyrus just had what they were looking for.

So Papyrus sits back and gets some sweet royalty checks sometimes. (Its probably a smaller percent than you think, but still significant) he'll use the costume now and then, but he doesn't main "Papyrus." he likes Lil' Mac and similar fighters.

A Kid Icarus Crossover Fanfiction with Disgaea. Set around 5 months after the events of Uprising. (Yeh, also I guess I have to say this for some sort of copyright reason: I don’t own any of the characters here. All characters belong to their respective owners. Fun Fact, however. Even when I say that, this still technically isn’t free use. This is just something Nintendo and Nippon Ichi let slide, because not only is it technically free promotion, fanfiction is such a harmless(?) variety of fan-work that it really wouldn’t affect their bottom line.)

Prologue 2: Uncomfortable Questions.

Pit woke up on a couch. He sat up, his tired body trying to keep him lying down. He was on a couch, one of the 3 in the living room.

“How... how did I get to the living room?” Pit asked himself, trying to recall what had occurred after his session with the punching bag. “Let’s see, I was punching the bag... My eyelids started feeling heavy... Agghhhh, I can’t remember anything after that. I must’ve walked here, then fell asleep.” Pit sat on the couch for a few more moments, trying to keep awake. He perked up at the smell of coffee. He looked to where the smell was coming from, but was quickly distracted by the clock. “W-wuh? 9:37? That’s strange, I usually always wake up between 5 or 6 o clock, even without an alarm...” Pit’s sleepy train of thought was derailed once again, this time by a person emerging from behind the doorway. 

It was Lady Palutena, dressed as she usually was during peacetime. A sleeveless dress that went down to her ankles. There was no medallion around her neck, no cut in the dress that showed off her legs. Just a sleeveless dress.

Lady Palutena was holding two cups of coffee. She placed one of the cups down on the couch, next to Pit. He took a long drink from it, the warm liquid feeling pretty good in his mouth. He looked over at Lady Palutena, who was now sitting at the other end of the couch, staring at Pit. Her look was not happy, nor angry. She looked... stern, but also curious about something. Pit felt slightly persecuted.

Eventually, Lady Palutena spoke. “Good morning, Pit.” 

“G’morning, Lady Palutena,” Pit responded. Lady Palutena sipped her coffee. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked, gesturing towards Pit with her index finger. 

“Umm... I’m tired, mostly.” 

“Anything else?” 

“No, not really, Lady Palutena. Why are you asking?” Lady Palutena took another sip of coffee, as did Pit. 

“Pit, the last time you woke up after 7:00, you were very sick. Remember?” 

“Well, yeah... That’s ‘cuz I was vomiting at... around 2:00 am, I think.” 

“Mmmhmm, that’s part of it,” Lady Palutena said, sliding closer to Pit on the couch. “But if I recall correctly, you couldn’t get to sleep even after that. And why was that?” Pit’s memory of that time was rather hazy, seeing as it was two weeks ago. He recalled, however, the reasons he couldn’t sleep that night as well.

“I... I was having this anxiety attack.” 

“Yes, you were,” Lady Palutena said. “I found you pacing around your room, mumbling to yourself about how you couldn’t seem to calm down, among other things.” Pit was... kind of confused. He took another drink of coffee, finishing off the mug. 

“Lady Palutena, I’m thankful your concerned about me, but... is this going somewhere?”

Lady Palutena chuckled for a small moment. “Ahh! Thank you for asking, Pit. I was just about to get to my reason for this discussion.” Lady Palutena leaned closer to Pit’s face, staring at him sternly. Pit felt nervous. “Pit, when I woke up this morning, I did not hear or see you around at all. So imagine my surprise when I walk into the training room, and see you collapsed in front of a punching bag.” Pit felt more nervous. 

“Ahhh... A-ahhhhhh--” 

Lady Palutena cut him off. “Ah-ah-ah! You may explain yourself in moment. Pit, did you have another sudden bout of anxiety last night?” Pit did not respond at first. “Well? Did you?” 

“Y-y-y-yeah, I-I did.” 

“And did I not explicitly instruct you to come tell me if these bouts were to occur again?” Pit was now leaning backwards, trying to escape Lady Palutena’s stare. He was not successful. Lady Palutena stood up, and moved herself in front of Pit. 

“Y-yes, you did t-t-tell me that.” Pit finally said, sweating. 

“So why did you not come tell me?” Lady Palutena asked. 

“W-well, you-you were asleep!” Pit said. 

“Is that the only reason?” 

“I... I really didn’t want too. I-I-I mean, if I had told you, I woulda had to deal with all the questions you would ask, a-a-and then y-you would’ve had to get out of bed to check my t-t-t-temperature to see if I was sick again, a-and I didn’t wanna p-put you through that.”

Lady Palutena sighed, hanging her head. “Pit....” 

“Y-yes, Lady Palutena?” 

“Why, oh why, would you think I would be inconvenienced by telling me your anxious? By telling me you can’t sleep?” 

“Uhh... I...”

Lady Palutena suddenly put her hands on Pit’s shoulders. 

“Pit, let me explain something to you. I know two weeks feels like a long period of time, but that is a shorter time span then you think it is. If these bouts were to increase in frequency, from two weeks apart to one week, from one week to every 4 days, however the frequency may increase, your health would take a sudden dive. Not sleeping impairs basic brain functions, because your body is longing for more sleep. Your sleep schedule would get messed up as well, which would only hurt things more. Pit, it is in both yours and my best interest to make sure you are getting to sleep every night. While you did get to sleep eventually, I would prefer you simply come ask me for help, instead of walking all the way down to the training room and using a punching bag till you get tired.”

 Lady Palutena stared at Pit for a few more moments. “Do I make myself very clear, young man?” 

“Y-y-yes, Lady Palutena.” 

“Good.” 

Lady Palutena took her hands off of Pit’s shoulders, and walked back down the hall. She came back moments later with a plate of garlic bread. 

“I took the liberty of making you breakfast this morning, seeing as you were out cold.”

 Pit took a few semi-nervous bites of the garlic bread. Suddenly, a question came to his mind. “Lady Palutena?” 

“Yes, Pit?” 

“If I was out cold in the training room, how’d I get to the couch?” Lady Palutena giggled at this, which calmed Pit down a small amount. 

“Why, I carried you. How else would you get to the couch?”

@nentindo‘s BnHA OC, Kimura Rokuro/Chaplin. Thought he was cute so decided to doodle him. I guess I took some liberties with the outfit/hair, hopefully it ok!!