#sxidaemechanic

[ you know, i never understood racers? i mean, yeah, kudos to them and you for actually doing what you want to do, but, i just --

i’m so scared of driving? like, nothing terrifies me more than getting behind the wheel. every time i sit behind a wheel i have a panic attack. no fucking shit.

and i think it’s mostly because there are so many things going on at once? my mind can’t handle that, along with the fear of crashing, hitting someone, killing myself.

no thanks. NOT TODAY.

Battle Intro: “Ya REALLY wanna mess with me little man?... Fine.. I kinda got some time to kill anyways”Victory: “I’ll give credit where it’s due.. you were actually kinda brave pickin’ a fight with me”Half HP: “Definetely got as much bite as bark there lil’ man!.. But I’m only gettin’ started.”Low HP: “GAH!.. sunofabitch yer good..”Defeat: “Haah.. Okay.. Got pretty careless.. ya win..”Death: “HRK... Why?...”Assist: “Didn’t anyone tell ya it ain’t nice to pick on lil’ kids?!”Taunt: “C’mon lil’ man! Don’t tell me yer throwin’ in the towel now!”Reacting to Taunt: “...Ya got a sharp tounge for someone your age...”Flee: “Ghh.. If this is about my bounty, ya ain’t claimin’ it!”Reacting to Flee: “...Perhaps I went a little too hard on him..”Tie: “Wow... I’m.. legit impressed...”Perfect Victory: “If kids like you acted like this... I’d be worried..”Low HP Victory: “Haah.. That was down to the wire..”Finishing Move: “Okay kiddo! Don’t cry now!... 

Rocket.. Afterburner..

((I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do here, I guess. I just kind of wrote a cutscene…))

“…Oh, that? It’s upstairs, but I don’t think it’ll help you…” 

Sandra bit her lip uncertainly, but beckoned for Helmet to follow her o the staircase. “You might as well take a look though. It couldn’t hurt.” Their feet creaked on the floorboards as they ascended, the dull grey light seeming to get dimmer by the minute.

They reached the landing, and Sandra pushed the door open. She entered the room, glancing back to make sure Helmet was still there. “I know it’s around somewhere, just let me find it…”

Then unusually loud sound of boxes being moved filled the air for a brief moment before Sandra turned back to Helmet and waved him over. “Found it. Come on and take a look.”

It was a chest, and an old one by the looks of it. Sandra brushed a fine layer of dust from the top. “I still don’t know what you want this thing for. It’s pretty useless to anyone but me.”

She flipped the lid of the chest up, and in the same instant, the door to the attic slammed shut. They both turned to look. “That’s weird…” Sandra muttered, frowning and slowly turning back to the chest. An odd blue glow radiated from within it. “That’s also weird…” she added, reaching into the chest, “I’ve never seen it– Augh!”

A large metal ring flew from the chest, clamping around the girl’s waist like a belt. She tried to pull it off but it wouldn’t budge. “Helmet! Get out of here!” she cried out, though only a second later, they could hear the unmistakable sound of the door being locked.

The single orb adorning the metal band glowed bright blue, then shifted to a deep red. The energy surged outward, encompassing the girl in an orb of red light. Sandra screamed, though the sound was cut off and quickly replaced with an eerie, cackling laugh. It was Sandra’s voice, though Sandra wasn’t the one laughing.

The red orb dissipated, and the figure that collapsed to its knees didn’t seem much different from the girl Helmet had just been with. It still looked like Sandra, though she was covered with what seemed to be some sort of metallic armor, and her skin had taken on a sickly, grey pallor. 

But she was grinning, and not in a friendly way. She knelt from a moment, eyes closed, before slowly rising to her feet. Her eyes snapped open, two glowing red orbs locking on to Helmet. 

“N-no, I’m fine!” Helmet assured her, trying not to wince at the pain in his hands. “I just tripped…”

Blushing out of both embarrassment and being this close to Peach, he avarted his gaze and scratched the back of his head. “B-but uh, thanks for checking, anyways.”

          — - — ♔ “Sweetie are you SURE you’re okay?”