The doors remain stubbornly shut. The pink princess stomped on the ground with her heels as she struggled to pull and push the door with all her might her arms could muster. She grunted and sighed and heaved as her faces made very unladylike expressions. Without any progress, Peach slumped onto the ground with her back sliding against the smooth surface of the door.
"That's funny, I'm sure I saw the others enter them. I even saw someone enter this one!" Peach thought aloud, trying to assure herself that she wasn't locked forever in this devoid dimension.
Peach glanced over at Robin, who seemed to be in a greater pain than she was in before. Oh dear.
"Hang in there, I'll try to get us out of here...!" Peach re-assured the tactician.
The grunts and whelps of a princess echoed throughout the void once more.
Hearing the voice, Robin turned around, finding a blonde girl in a pink dress.
"Oh, thank god. For a second, I thought I was going insane. So, I’m guessing you’re trapped in here too?"
Peach nodded once. “Yes, along with a few others who are…injured…”
The princess said the last words awkwardly as she noticed the strange position of Robin’s broken leg. It was bent and turned in a way that resembled limping.
"Oh my!" Peach exclaimed with worry, placing her left hand over her mouth. "Are you alright?" She wondered curiously if every other person she was going to meet had a broken limb of some sort.
Before the white-haired girl could respond, Peach daintily rushed over to the front of the doors painted in black. It wasn't a literal description -- the doors were completely black. It was hard to tell whether the doors were of tangible material, or that there really weren't any to begin with.
The precarious princess extended her arm over to answer this confusion of a conundrum, and let it hang there, before she jerked it back towards her chest. "No, it's probably a bad idea," Peach realized with a shocked tone, later replaced by relief.
The princess turned to the magician and said, "What shall we do now?"
Calling yielded no results or answers this time round, so Peach lifted herself up and began walking in a random direction...
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...Could this be…the exit? Out of this Void already?
Hearing the voice, Robin turned around, finding a blonde girl in a pink dress.
"Oh, thank god. For a second, I thought I was going insane. So, I'm guessing you're trapped in here too?"
Peach nodded once. "Yes, along with a few others who are...injured..."
The princess said the last words awkwardly as she noticed the strange position of Robin's broken leg. It was bent and turned in a way that resembled limping.
"Oh my!" Peach exclaimed with worry, placing her left hand over her mouth. "Are you alright?" She wondered curiously if every other person she was going to meet had a broken limb of some sort.
Robin didn’t know what to do. Over the course of her travel through the void, Shulk, Dedede, and Kirby all got lost, leaving her alone with a broken leg in…. wherever the hell she was. She didn’t seem to be making any progress whatsoever, until she came across a strange door.
“… Either I’m finally getting somewhere, or I’ve lost my mind.”
Calling yielded no results or answers this time round, so Peach lifted herself up and began walking in a random direction. The only thing that seemed to be changing as the princess walked was the floor. Even then it was hard to tell from the many similar veins that spread like branches across the cold, smooth surface.
Her heels clinked in the silence as Peach walked on, and on, and further on still. Her head dropped backwards, facing the sky or the ceiling or whatever it was above her. Faint blue-green traces of veins hung in the "sky", pulsing every few seconds. It was an eerie sight. She turned her head away from the unpleasant view, briskly walking on.
It was a few minutes later when her ears picked up some kind of groaning and grunting. Peach hesitantly stepped forward towards the sounds, her eyes squinting and her right hand on her forehead like binoculars. There was a faint silhouette. It looked rather big and tall. Could this be...the exit? Out of this Void already?
She hurried towards the mysterious figure. The blackness emerged into view, now with its shape clearly door-shaped. There was a female figure standing in front of it. She had white ponytails, and she was cloaked in a black suit embodied with golden linings. The girl held a mystic tome in her left hand, and a crooked, lightning-like sword in her right. The way she limped also was indicative of a sprained leg, possibly broken.
Peach wondered whether the method of their travel down here or being stuck here with an unknown monster was more dangerous.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Peach cupped her mouth once more. She walked feverishly towards the girl in black and white, and gold.
The darkness loomed around her, as the pretty princess in pink pinched the middle ends of her dress, lifting it up for her to walk briskly. She had bumped into Pikachu and a rather sassy Pokemon Trainer named Red. She remembered seeing the trainer's leg twisted in such a contortion, and shook her head briefly, her eyelids blinking rapidly as if to relieve the memory.
"What a sight," she muttered as she placed her dainty palm on her forehead.
The princess walked absent-mindedly for a while before her eyes blinked again in surprise. Her glance lifted upwards as she took quick looks around her. She had lost sight of those two, just as soon as she had found them. Oh my.
Peach sighed with exasperation as her body fell into a squat, her arms and legs burying her face. A tired sigh escaped her lips before she brought herself up to a standing position, brushing the dirt off her dress.
"Whatever are we going to do...?" began her pessimistic side.
She stared at the ground, drawing shapeless figures with her finger on the smooth floor. 'Well,' the optimism in her spoke, 'you could try shouting again like you did just now.'
Still squatting on the floor, she resolved to gather her voice once more and echo into the emptiness, "Hello?!"
She sat there hoping for an answer of hope to prevail in the silence of hopelessness...
She walked briskly towards the source of the voices, picking up her pace until she was awkwardly running in her high heels. Even though the voices were significantly louder, she could see nothing of the source of the voices. Just complete darkness. Gathering as much air as she could in her lungs, she cupped her mouth and shouted towards the incoming direction after stopping in her tracks. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
If there was anything the mouse could detect in his subtlety, it was the definite pangs of worry and tension. That determination he had to finding the others fluxed toward indecision, enough that suddenly his whole body began to ache...
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With that, the electric mouse jolted off with whatever strength he could manage, ears attentive as he tried to track down the call. There was a definite female pitch to it, and if she were that close, then…
"Hello?" Peach called out once more. The dark hum of darkness was the only response, if it even was a response. Maybe her voice wasn't loud enough. She glanced at the weapons she could use. Staring at the frying pan, she thought carefully and had a marvellous idea. Placing the broken tennis racket on the cold marble-like floor, she held the pan in her left hand and the gold club in the other, and began slamming the club's end onto the pans' flat surface. The noisy clanging echoed throughout the Void, so loudly that the princess had to put her head away from the rattling.
The ear-breaking noise subsided, leaving the empty noises to fill the air once again. Surely enough, a yellow mouse-like shape came into view, running frantically and panting quickly. The familiar padding sounds as the little mouse-like thing approached the princess...
"Oh, Pikachu!" Peach exclaimed excitedly, waving the golf club in the air in circles.
"Damn, not a single other person?" Red groaned, more frustrated than anything at that moment. He took his hat off, scratching at his scalp and watchnig with disgust as flakes of drywall tumbled tot he ground. When the small mouse brought up the idea of going off on his own, Red began to feel nervous. He wouldn`t say it out loud, but he didn`t want to be alone anymore; he`d already been down here for Arceus knows how long…."I-I don`t…..I don`t think we`ll find much around here, and even if we tried, it`d probably be best to stick together, just in case. Although…I don`t have any of my partners with me to help move me around…..so…you know, I don`t know, do whatever you think is best."
After having struggled with the pile of rubble over her feet, Peach took a stroll around the vast space of the emptiness. She brushed off the dust of rubble on her lovely dress, saying aloud, "My, where is this place...?"
The Mushroom princess tapped the floor experimentally with her golf club. The floor gave off a hollow, crystal sound which lasted a few seconds in the air. 'I could probably make it as a sort of jewellery...but this is no time to think such things!' thought the princess.
Peach spun and rotated and swung her frying pan out of habit before her steps came to a halt. She could hear...voices talking to each other. A familiar squeaky tone, and a male adolescent's voice...
She walked briskly towards the source of the voices, picking up her pace until she was awkwardly running in her high heels. Even though the voices were significantly louder, she could see nothing of the source of the voices. Just complete darkness. Gathering as much air as she could in her lungs, she cupped her mouth and shouted towards the incoming direction after stopping in her tracks. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Her body felt the cold smooth floor, with glowing veins that stretched across the distance, resembling cracks. With her head cradled in her outstretched arms, the Mushroom Kingdom ruler struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. The floor was black, with the exception of the veins with light racing down them. What she saw in front of her was black. The skies were black. Just about every thing in sight was black. Her vision adjusted to the bleak darkness, as Peach pushed herself up and scanned her surroundings some more.
'Eh...that's strange...' the princess thought to herself. She pushed, and pushed some more, but no amount of effort could get her on her knees. She had only discovered the reason for that when she glanced behind her shoulders, only to find her legs buried under broken pieces of cement and bricks.
"Oh dear me..." she sighed with dismay. Realizing she was in distress once again, she bent forward and heaved the literal burden that laid on her poor dainty legs off them.
Peach had to do something. She stuck her left hand under the pile of rocks, moving around under frantically like mad hopping frogs. There had to be something she could use...
Aha! She felt a firm grip on a handle of some sort. It felt like it was made of metal. Shifting it left and right, she plucked out...
"A golf club?" questioned the princess. She laid it gently next to her as her hand dove into the amazing pile of rocks. Oh! She felt a thicker, shorter handle in her grasp. Like drawing out a lottery ticket, Peach withdrew her hand and examined what she had pulled out. A tennis racket, a bit dented from the impact of the rocks. She tossed it behind her and this time had both hands delve deeper into the mystery mountain of a mess.
...Mm? That was all? It couldn't be. Her hands raced down there like bumper cars, colliding with hard stone and nothingness all at the same time. This went on for a minute or two, before Peach growled in frustration, throwing her tired arms into the air onto the ground. She buried her face in her hands, as she impulsively kicked the rocks that imprisoned her legs like chains.
Clink!
Peach lifted her hands from her eyes. That sounded like...another piece of metal. Shifting herself into a sitting position once more, she placed her hands behind her to support herself as her legs began fumbling around the mess. Dragging the metal object towards her with her sole heel, her eyes widened at the first sight of the object drawing closing to her. A cylindrical piece of metal protruded the rocks' gaps.
Like an excited child on an early Christmas morning, she struggled and pulled at the metal object. 'My goodness, this felt like the time I first tried to pluck turnips!' reminisced the pink princess. With excitement building up in her chest, paired together with sheer determination, she plucked the metal object a little bit too hard, as the resulting force brought her falling backwards on her back again, the object slamming onto the floor with a loud CLANG!
"My frying pan!" she cried adoringly to her precious cooking tool. She embraced it for a while as if it was a touching reunion, before looking back at the pile of stone.
"Let's get to work," Peach smiled. This princess remained impossibly positive even under such dire circumstances. She hummed a familiar song as she worked at the debris, shifting and moving and tossing the rocks with her trusty frying pan.
As she remained focus at her task at hand, she failed to notice a figure emerge from behind her.
