MARIO BOARDS MEGA BRAWL 2

"HELLO, LOVELY CONTESTANTS!

WELCOME TO THE NEWEST EDITION OF WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE! I'VE FOUND AND GAINED CONTROL OVER THIS TV STUDIO, AND THANKS TO THAT, YOU'RE ALL MY DELIGHTFUL PARTICIPANTS!"

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"Where are we now? I feel sick!"
"This looks like one of those game shows!"
"The only game I want to play is hide and seek!"
"Why's that?"
"So I can hide from this horrible set!"
"DOHOHOHO!"

"YOU'VE WON… A ONE-WAY TICKET TO 24TH PLACE!"

"Wait, what-"

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"Hey, wait!"
"That was our ticket out of here! What're we supposed to do now?"
"I don't know... fight?"
"..."
"DOHOHOHO!"
"That's a good one!"
 
Part 10

"Muori, impostore!" Michele shouts into the wind as the Winnebago under him rumbles over a pothole. The cityscape passes by in a blur, his fur and Wexlyn's hair whipping as they stand together at the rear of the Winnebago's roof. Fading into nothing as he warps away, Michele leaves Wexlyn alone in his staredown against their opponent at the other end of the roof.

"You don't believe you'll deceive us with that disguise while Vector is driving us, do you?" Wexlyn's voice hardly carries over the wind, the psychologist not caring to shout even in these circumstances.

"Eh, it's not like you'd remember me if I were anyone else," Bunny Ditto shrugs, her Vector disguise nearly flawless, only her gooey pink feet giving her away as she keeps herself firmly attached to the roof. Not concerned with conversation, she reaches down, grunting as she digs her nails into the roof, using Vector's musculature to peel another hole into it. Another chunk of the roof in her hands, she winds back up, hucking it at Wexlyn and grumbling as he predictably ducks.

Before she can reach down to do more damage to the vehicle, a sudden weight on her shoulder gives her a start. She tenses up as Michele walks her in the back of the head, but between Vector's sturdy form and her true gooey nature, the cat's punch merely sinks into her like putty, Bunny Ditto shrugging it off.

Michele goes for another punch as the Winnebago rolls over a manhole cover and bucks, but he finds the bump in the road throwing him off more than he expected. The little cat nearly falls back, flailing his arms and digging his claws into Bunny Ditto to keep his balance as he realizes the shifting beneath his feet isn't due to Vector's driving, but instead arising from the undulations of Bunny Ditto's head and shoulder.

Wexlyn calls out as the head of the false Vector goes from green to pink, shriveling and retracting into Bunny Ditto's body. Once more, Michele fades, cottoning on to the trick and beginning to warp away, but from the shimmering mass which had swallowed up the imposter's head and shoulders bursts a new head, sprouting directly off Vector's arm. Michele yelps as the burgeoning jaw grabs him, pink goo pinning him in place as it hardens and takes on a white sheen. With glee, Bunny Ditto bites down upon the cat with her newly-remolded snout. While she doesn't possess the raw crushing power of the real Vector, she has enough force in her bite to keep the cat pinned as her sharp teeth dig into him. While he howls and flails, she shakes him up, Wexlyn cursing at the back end of the Winnebago, frantically searching his pockets for a useful tool.

As they pass an intersection and Michele goes limp in her jaws, she lets out one mighty satisfied snarl before flicking her head, opening her jaw to send the cat flying down the street, hitting the ground and ragdolling away until he's out of view.

Michele, KO!​

"Michele!" Wexlyn calls out, his anguished cry getting Vector's attention through the holes in the roof.

"Something happen up there!?"

"She's tossed Michele. Get her off of here, ASAP. We need to go back for him!" He was totally limp as he flew. Odds were that with all the blows he had already taken and that shaking… he… No, no, they wouldn't know for certain until they found him. Michele was a sturdy cat.

Bunny Ditto only chuckles as Vector growls with frustration, unspooling some of her disguise as she seeds creeping tendrils of goo out from her feet and across the roof of the Winnebago, reaching out towards Wexlyn. Cottoning on to her efforts, he pulls out the one thing he had found in his pockets, menacingly wielding a bottle of soda.

But below in the driver's seat, Vector's heart pounds with unrestrained anger, his vision sharpening at the periphery. He spots another intersection coming up, and a storm drain in the nearby sidewalk, a plan forming in his head. It could end in a major collision between vehicle and building, but he can make it work…

"HANG ON!" He gives Wexlyn just enough heads-up to drop to all fours and lie flat against the roof. Flooring the accelerator, Vector pushes the engine to its limit as he drifts into a sharp turn at 90-some miles per hour. The vehicle leans dangerously as he takes it into the turn, even Wexlyn gulping, fearing the Winnebago might topple even if he isn't thrown off. Only with some hesitation does he glance across the roof as he hears the tires squeal going into the full turn…

…to find Bunny Ditto holding on just fine, tilting with the Winnebago itself, but keeping herself affixed to its roof with the gooey blobs passing for her feet. As he hears Vector roar, fighting against the wheel, he realizes he has but one chance, and lets his shaken can of ginger ale go. The carbonated drink, further propelled by his endless supply of soda, rockets towards Bunny Ditto, scoring a direct hit just as the 'Bago clears the widest arc of the turn - a hit which packs such force that it tears Bunny Ditto away from her feet.

Goop splattering against the roof, she flies off, carried away by the Winnebago's momentum and slamming into the street. Her form practically disintegrates as she ragdolls across the intersection, melting into a pink goop as her bouncing and rolling destroys her coherence. Finally, the melting mass which had been Bunny Ditto reaches the sidewalk and melts into the storm drain, Vector's risky maneuver having paid off.

"Hooooooooooh," Wexlyn breathes out, crawling to the nearest hole and sliding back down into the Winnebago as Vector gets it under control. "I owe you another one, don't I? I'll cover the mechanic fees."

"Thanks, it'll need it." Vector pats the dash of the now-sputtering Winnebago, easing it back down to a more manageable speed as he looks for the next intersection. They'd just make another left, and they could go back to try and find Michele landed and see if he had made it.

Puttering along at a horse's trot, the Winnebago makes the next turn nice and easy, cruising down the road as the duo start doubling back. Vector scrunches his eyes as the engine knocks and the suspension trembles, the whole vehicle wobbling as the front tires hit a manhole.

But just a second later, as the 'Bago properly passes over the manhole, all hell breaks loose.

What sounds like a cannon shot rings out, followed by a pair of thundering crashes and a scream. It happens so quickly that Wexlyn only sees a dark grey blur ripping through the floor underneath Vector's seat, a manhole blasting off with the speed of a small rocket,. Before he has time enough to blink, it tears through the driver's seat, slamming into Vector's snout for a one-hit knock out before launching the crocodile through the roof and into the sky.

Vector, KO!​

He gets no opportunity to see where the manhole and his ally go, the Winnebago immediately careening to the right, jostling him as it jumps the curb and slams through a brick wall, lodging itself inside a telecommunications office building.

Down below in the sewer, the Bob-omb shooting cannon within Big Eelser Generboom V2 stands directly upright on a much sturdier base, adorned by a pair of rabbit ears. As it shifts from a dark grey to pink, its barrel bends, contorting from a perfect hole into a cheeky grin. Drawing in the mass that made the cannon, Bunny Ditto reshapes her base back into the rocket-feet of Metal Knuckles which had helped her get ahead of the damaged Winnebago, kicking them into gear as she rises out of the sewer…

Back on the now-messy street above, a battered Wexlyn, thrown around by the collision, crawls out of the rubble. Groaning as he assesses his wounds, he looks up and down the street, hoping against hope to see Vector landed and recovered.

To his pleasant surprise, as he scans the area, an ally does turn the distant corner! Although, Michele doesn't look to be in great shape himself, dragging himself across the ground towards Wexlyn.

"Michele!" Wexlyn exclaims, a weary smile crossing his face as he sees his ally has held on, but his expression begins to falter as Michele shoots him a horrid glare. "Michele? Michele, what's wrong?"

"You left me," the cat answers with clear contempt despite his own weariness.

"No, that's not what happened at all," Wexlyn rebuts, genuine worry creeping into his voice at the possibility of such a major misunderstanding. He pushes himself up to his hands and knees, no longer dragging against the ground as he pushes to reunite with Michele. "We were coming back for you. We weren't sure if you had made it, but we had doubled back to check."

"Didn't even check on me… Just kept driving and fighting…"

"Listen to me, we had to finish her off before we could come back for you safely."

"Safely? What happened here?" He gestures his head towards the wreck, towards the conspicuous lack of Vector.

A shadow crosses Wexlyn's face as he reflects on the loss of Vector, a loss he doesn't want to believe in.. "An… accid- No… A trap," he admits. "I… I hadn't considered she might have allies laying in wait, or that this area might be booby-trapped in general." As he and Michele meet in the middle of the street, his energy flags, his morale falling. Something so out of the blue had snatched defeat out of the jaws of victory… Why? Why'd it have to happen this way? Why couldn't it have been him, if this had to happen at all?

The two exhausted allies flip onto their backs, lying side-by-side as they stare into the sky. "Believe me," Wexlyn mutters, "if I could have prevented this, I would have."

"It's fine I guess." Michele stirs only slightly.. "She was just too tough for us."

With a sigh, Wexlyn lets himself go limp against the damaged street. "I… I guess so…" What point is there to carrying on? He had lost Vector, had created a rift with Michele, and all for no reason. All because of some trap. All becau-

Hang on. What was that Michele had said? Was he claiming this was a victory for Bunny Ditto?

"Michele." Wexlyn's head shoots up. "What day is it?"

No answer comes. Right there next to a vulnerable Wexlyn, Michele's furry body melts into a pink goo, his paw stretching out into a tendril that wraps itself around Wexlyn's neck. While he tries to claw at his new bindings, pulses of Ditto goo travel through her body as she thickens the tendril, wrapping her whole body around his neck and squeezing like an anaconda.

A few seconds later, Wexlyn's head hits the ground as Bunny Ditto peels herself away, the black sheep of the family falling out of the competition. Far to the north of him and the fallen Michele, a manhole and unconscious crocodile slam into the earth with force enough to leave a crater in the middle of the street, the team's run well and truly over…

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Far from the open streets on which Vector had traveled, Polly Geist hovers inside the lobby wall, completely intangible as she watches the rumbling dumpster in the receiving bay out back. She occasionally flicks her eyes towards DeMorge's cane, left behind in the dirt as she had made a show of fleeing the scene in a hurry while surreptitiously slipping into the wall after turning the corner.

The rocking and shuddering of the dumpster suggests a congress of ravenous raccoons hide within, tossing trash out of its tub in a desperate bid to feed. So violent is the treatment that it receives that its metal warps, interior dents bulging out from its frame as tearing bubbles. A clangorous whooping and snarling escapes from the tub, rare howls marking triumphs in the search for food and surging Polly's nerves.

Clutching a soggy slice of pizza topped with molded fries in his mouth, soon enough Shia LeBeouf pokes his head above the tub. Quickly scanning the area for danger, he tosses his head back, gulping the slice down with minimal chomping, fries rolling down his face and chest and landing back amidst the trash. He licks the salt and cheese from his lips as he again surveys his surroundings, his shadowed eye sockets vibrating as his veins throb. His snacks had been satisfying, but now he needed flesh. He sniffs at the air, trying to pick up a scent, only catching a fading whiff of the ghostly woman who had recently begun to pursue him.

Which way? Which way? Where can he find prey? Left? Right? Within this skyscraper? A cane sparkles upon the ground. Should he attempt to use it? Should he squirrel himself away in some hiding spot and wait for prey to come? Deploy more bear traps?

Where in his mind ought be a stream of consciousness, as he shakes amidst his trash pile, a quarreling chorus of voices all attempt to steer him to their own ends. A young woman calls for him to make peace with Polly while a voice crackling with chaotic energy calls for him to go on an offensive blitz to win the tournament, seconded by a tinny voice calling for despair. Newly emergent in the cacophony, a guttural growl calls for vengeance against Bunny Ditto, while a softer, bewildered voice tries in vain to strike up a dialogue with Shia's fractured psyche. The voice of an antilogian calls for Shia to fling his near-invulnerable body off of a building in a flashy axe-chopping, while another voice demands quiet so she might consult Riotous.

But amidst this chaos, a handful of voices manage to come to some limited agreement. The posh voice of a phantom chimes in, noting a presence within the nearby wall, his assessment quickly confirmed by the output of a robotic cat, asserting a 95% chance that a being with anomalous properties is nearby. The voice of a great thief offers up an amused warning, noting she had seen exactly this trick from Polly before.

One voice among the many hears their discussions, and seeking revenge on the Brawl which had eliminated him, the would-be-Ruler-of-Everything speaks his command. As he compels Shia to eliminate Polly, his voice reverberates over all his defeated cohorts, and Shia snaps to attention, fixating on the corner of the wall.

Polly pumps her fist gleefully as Shia hops out of the dumpster and scurries her way on all fours, just waiting for Shia to try and grab the cane so she can get the jump on him… only to recoil when Shia leaps over it and swings his axe at the wall itself.

It rebounds off, its head not nearly sharp enough to pierce the metal and concrete of a skyscraper, but with the voices in his head guiding him, Shia simply tries again. Relentlessly he pounds the wall with his blade, gradually wedging grooves into it, but unable to actually reach the intangible Polly.

Quick on her feet, she zips down the wall, trying to emerge elsewhere, but with his eliminated guides, Shia matches her step for step, bearing down upon her no matter what escape route she tries. She grimaces as she realizes the bind he's put her in. She may be able to emerge intangible, but she'll have to turn tangible to retrieve DeMorge's cane, and that'll entail Shia descending upon her… Yet if she tries to flee another way, she'll be leaving her weapon behind, and Shia may well chase her off and force her to leave it for another foe to snag.

Polly Geist, master prankster slinking in the shadows, has met her match.

As Shia switches to a gun, he finds a little more success putting shallow bullet holes in the wall, rousing Polly to action as she realizes, given enough time, he might very well find some way to breach through. Realizing there may be only one way out of this, she withdraws within the building.

She finds herself looking at the massive lobby of some kind of office building, taking a quick and incomplete stock of all the furniture within. Chairs, couches, a fountain, potted plants, statues, and much more decorate the space, and a number of doorways along the walls seem to suggest the presence of restrooms and other facilities, not to mention an elevator. Already hearing a muted howl of anger through the wall, she knows she has not much time as Shia takes off, circling the building to enter through the front.

With Shia coming round, she… immediately ducks back out through the wall she had just come through, jumping in surprise as a bear trap goes in the dumping lot passes through her leg as she emerges. Ignoring it and finding her cane unguarded, she snatches it off the ground, conjuring up a sword for herself and circling the building herself. Now that she had lured Shia within, she could cut off his one route of escape and deal with him here and now!

She makes her way back around the front and enters, immediately finding a bear trap which she floats her way over. Keeping her eyes peeled for further traps, she scans the room, finding that the animalistic Shia has already torn through it, knocking over potted plants, tearing cushions off of seats, and even splashing in the fountain. His trail of destruction aside, however, she finds neither hide nor hair of him. A quick glance at the elevator shows it as still being on this floor, and the emergency stairwell door remains tightly shut, suggesting at least that the slippery Shia remains somewhere on this floor.

…but where?

So many things fill the room and so many facilities branch off from the lobby that to search them all would render her vulnerable to a surprise attack. Yet the longer she lingers in deciding where to begin, the more of a target she makes herself…

A big, open room rendered a mess by a dangerous killer… Even as she jumps at a cup of pens rolling off the service counter, the scene evokes a twinge of familiarity and nostalgia within her. Why, add a vacuum in the fountain, and colorful balls strewn about the area, and…

Her reminiscence drawing out inspiration, Polly Geist waves DeMorge's cane once more, a light shooting out of it and fading as it spreads into the air. She had tried this summon earlier in the fight, but rather than dismissed, it had been returned to the cane, a stroke of fortune preserving it for this moment.

"Describe the state of the lobby!" Polly calls out as The Narrator manifests, knowing that the unusual entity has a knack for focusing in on the most pertinent info in a room.

"You examine the lobby," The Narrator dutifully answers. "It's in rough shape, as if someone tore through here in a hurry. Toppled potted plants litter the room, damp soil spilling out of them. The floor is slick with a great deal of water, especially around the fountain. A few couches and chairs have been tipped over or had their cushions thrown around the room. The service desks look a little neater, but some of the lighter objects on them like papers and pens have been knocked around."

"Have any adjoining doors been disturbed?"

"While it's hard to say for certain if any of the adjoining rooms have been entered or disturbed, you don't find anything amiss with the eastern bathrooms or the western bathrooms other than some couch cushions left nearby. Damp soil clings to the door of the breakroom.The supply closet has water puddled at its base, but it's impossible to tell how recently it pooled there compared to other water on the floor. No other doors are out of the ordinary in any way."

She needs no more information than that. Immediately, she darts towards the breakroom door, flinging it open and kicking away the bear trap waiting for her within. She opens her mouth to inquire further with The Narrator, but before she can speak, the door to the refrigerator swings open, Shia leaping out at her and swinging his axe as he screeches.

Prepared for the attempted ambush, she blocks the blow with the blunt side of her blade, thrusting her weapon forward to shove Shia back. He slams into a snack table, ignoring the impact as he pushes off of the table to launch himself at Polly. Seeing his quick reaction, she holds her sword outwards, letting Shia impale himself on it, but the indefatigable celebrity simply pushes himself further down her blade, chopping through her shoulder with his axe.

She falls to her knees as she grabs at the wound, forced to drop DeMorge's cane at her feet, but Shia has no interest in the artifact, the Ruler amidst the voices in his head too concerned with revenge to care, and the many other voices too divided. With Polly crumpling before him, he takes another whack with his axe, this time going for the killing blow by aiming for her neck.

Swiftly dropping onto her back keeps Polly from losing her head, but it does allow Shia to drop onto all fours, sinking his teeth into her ghostly flesh as he bites into her abdomen. She tries grabbing her sword and wresting it from Shia's body, but with the celebrity bearing down upon her like this, she can't get enough leverage, and settles for decking Shia in hopes that getting a black eye will drive him off.

He snarls a mighty snarl and picks up the pace, beginning to claw at Polly with knives and nails, his non-stop assault leaving her no chance to turn intangible and slip away. The damage to her body accumulating, and Shia tanking every punch she can throw at him, she resorts to rolling beneath him, putting her core strength in play as she manages to throw him off. He immediately springs back onto all fours and charges in, but this time she rebuffs him with a kick that sends him sliding back across the floor.

With the two combatants both on the ground and turned on their sides, Polly pushes herself to her knees and lunges, getting a firmer grip on her sword as Shia plunges a knife into her just below her neck. Using her legs to push off of his body, she manages to draw the blade from his body, wincing through him biting the back of her hand. As he begins to kick her and draw his gun, she raises the sword and brings it down in one swift motion, cutting through Shia's neck at an awkward angle.

He howls in pain as the blade slices through him… but it's not enough, the angle making it impossible to make a clean cut. Blinded by rage and pain, he reaches out to grab Polly, only to find his hand passing through air - and not because she's turned intangible.

With Shia distracted, she had rolled away, doubling back to her cane and grabbing it. He desperately begins crawling towards her, but he can't close the distance before she waves the cane, light shooting from its tip and manifesting as three phantasmal witches. Sensing the urgency of the situation, they waste no time in calling out a spell, a brilliant pillar of light descending upon Shia, exploding outwards until it spills into the lobby and even out of the skyscraper altogether.

The searing light blinds Shia even more than his rage and pain, his body sizzling as the light burns him to a crisp, compounding all the wounds he's sustained to finally put him down. As he slips into unconsciousness, the cleaning light purges the voices from his head, giving him, at least for a brief moment, his own twisted form of peace.

The light soon faces away, leaving an unmoving, charred Shia on the ground as Polly re-opens her eyes.

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Her breathing labored, Polly puts a hand on Shia to confirm he's gone, unwilling to take any chances with the durable celebrity. As the manifestation of The Narrator disappears alongside The Coven, she rises up on unsteady feet with her cane back in her hand.

She needs rest, but there's no time left for resting, not with the field whittled down to so few fighters. Knowing the others had heard The Narrator and knowing she'd do well to get out of the building before anyone could put two and two together with the light that had spilled out of the skyscraper, she staggers out of the breakroom, beginning to feel the drain of the long battle, but too close to the end to quit here.
 
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"We're lost."
"There's no doubt about it."
"We never should've come here!"
"I didn't even get my popcorn, and we've missed half of the entertainment!"
"If only we could've missed the other half!"
"DOHOHOHO!"

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"That Bunny Ditto sure is something, huh?"
"Yeah. Looks like that gum I spat on the sidewalk the other day!"
"Turn back into the cat! I liked it better!"
"DOHOHOHO!"
 
Part 11

With Shia well-and-truly done in, the remaining Brawlers find themselves scattered, yet slowly converging on the northside of Brawlopolis.

Wheezlie lets out a humored cough as he floats alongside a trudging Timothy. Old age left the two of them rather expended at this point in the Brawl, and they were beyond the point of generating any new clever alliances to attach to. Still, they were determined on making it to the end – and with the various chemicals Wheezlie had rifled from the pharmacy, alongside Boo1268's Darkmoon Scepter, there was certain to be a creative conclusion for the Brawl.

Koohitsu gives her brother an affirmative brush along the shell as they move through the backstreets. The underground subway collision had caused their wings to singe and their bodies to ache, and they needed some recovery time themselves. There was no time for waiting around any longer, though; the end of the Brawl was closing in, and they needed to find an advantageous position before it was too late.

Green Bin and Blue Bin, reunited with Red Bin after the events of Teller Vision's Wheel of Misfortune, continue their hunt through the streets to scrounge up any scrap they could. They had already returned to the studio, vacuuming up what they could, their interiors full of materials from the game show's trappings and Teller Vision's collapsed form. Green Bin pulls at the pieces of an abandoned Winnebago while his brothers keep watch.

Bunny Ditto practically frolics through the side streets, her ego bolstered by the sheer success she'd faced. With hardly a blow to her body, she'd managed to dispatch one of the most coordinated teams in the entire Brawl. If eliminating those three was as simple as it was, the fight to first place would be a cakewalk.

Box Guy, meanwhile, twirls his box against his palm as he moves along the main roads. He was well-aware of Teller Vision's defeat, which didn't bother him too much. Teller's head wasn't quite boxy enough for him anyway. Although he remains vigilant for who might approach, his thoughts pull back to the other box that he had seen earlier today, one that had seemingly vanished somewhere underground…

And of course, Polly, still winded, sprawling herself outside of the building she'd chased Shia into. Her eyes flutter up to the sky, where the tallest skyscraper in all of Brawlopolis towers overhead, just a short walk from where she had emerged. She squints at something up, far, far towards the vast blue. Was that…?

In a moment of movement, her suspicions are confirmed. A disembodied glove hand tosses a prop microphone into the air, a voice booming out across everyone as Corey commands his message to all remaining combatants.

"Beautiful Brawlers, you all have done remarkable so far in my exquisite city! Truly, well-fought! But all is not over yet! TEN of you still stand individually in this competition, and only one winner can accompany me atop the highest point in Brawlopolis!

We know how you love your skyscrapers, audience! Discovering secrets of the past in their basements, escaping them as they fall from the sky – can't get enough of them! Now, our Brawlers must fight tooth-and-metaphorical-nail to join me! Who will survive and scale this behemoth building? Who will claim victory and shout it to the stars? Let's find out!"

With the remaining parties arriving near the base of the skyscraper, it's now or never.

Polly picks herself up, hoists the cane over her shoulder, and begins her charge into the front door of the skyscraper. As the first one here, and with the exhaustion that she feels, getting into the skyscraper before anyone else was more than critical. She barges into an office reception area on the first floor, with a front desk she hops over. When she reaches the stairs up, though, she lets out a groan as she realizes the physical effort it would take. So much running today… With few other options to conserve her strength, she swishes DeMorge's cane in the air, the light from its tip accumulating into the shape of a familiar, well-built ally: Storm DeMorge. With the Cometstruck condition boosting the summon's strength, Storm plants Polly up onto his shoulder, before starting up the staircase.

Bunny Ditto reaches the side of the skyscraper, flattening herself into a small puddle of goo against its metal corner. Unseen, she begins to slink her way up its surface…

Koohitsu and Kooshigo arrive at its base next, gazing up towards the floating figure of Corey in the sky. Koohitsu looks towards the open skyscraper door, unable to tell from the unlit interior what awaited them inside. Kooshigo notices the same, inhaling sharply. "I don't know if we want to risk running through that," he says.

Koohitsu shakes her head in response. "No. We'll need to–"

Her sentence is severed as suddenly, a bolt of electro-magic energy goes surging overhead, striking at the glass in front of them and causing it to shatter. Koohitsu snags Kooshigo out of the way, spinning to discover Wheezlie and Timothy. Wheezlie whisks the Darkmoon Scepter around in the air again, focusing another spell. Kooshigo sidesteps the next attack – before the wind is knocked out of him by a rolled-up Timothy.

"Hey!" Koohitsu shouts, ducking beneath a third magic blast. She steps in front of her brother, producing her hockey stick and thwacking away another attempt from Timothy. Still kneeling over as if winded, Kooshigo hisses to his sister: "Keep them distracted!"

Wheezlie coughs out a laugh as he focuses his spell – but he's interrupted by Koohitsu's quick "WAIT!" She points an accusatory finger towards the two businessmen, causing both of them to pause. "You two! We've reported on you before, in the Undercurrents!"

Wheezlie casts his eyes towards Timothy, then back to the sharp-tongued Paratroopa. "Milady, I am rather unfortunately unfamiliar with–"

"Your business partner." Koohitsu grips her hockey stick a tough tighter. "He died under mysterious circumstances, didn't he?"

This remark causes both Wheezlie and Timothy's eyes to go wide – for markedly different reasons between the two of them. It's only a momentary break for Wheezlie, though, as he points the Darkmoon Scepter forward. "Now, really, young lady," he huffs, "it is most unprofessional to proclaim such dastardly accusations!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Kooshigo gives her a thumbs-up. Koohitsu reaches an arm back to him, feeling him grip tight to her wrist. She can feel the heat from his other hand. She can't help the smirk that appears.

"Don't worry, we'll be giving you a real headline – hot off the presses!"

With that, Koohitsu spins and throws forward Kooshigo, who thrusts out his hand and tosses forward a fistful of Hot powder! It nails Timothy square in the face, sending him sputtering backwards – and before Wheezlie can give any better response, Kooshigo and Koohitsu are twirling in the air together, faster and faster, the Hot powder mixing into the wind generating around them. In practically an instant, searing gales create a bright-red tornado around them: their Hot Cyclone Bros. Attack!

Wheezlie yelps as he's swept up into the cyclone, powerless as a gas-based entity himself. Timothy, too, is swept up, colliding directly into Wheezlie as the two spin round and round. Kooshigo and Koohitsu brace their wings up, then give one monumental push downwards, utilizing the eye of the cyclone to catapult themselves up into the air. As they do, the force is too great, and the businessmen are launched far, far away from here, no doubt on an uncomfortable collision course with the ground.

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When the Bros. Attack stops, Kooshigo hooks himself onto Koohitsu's arms again. Koohitsu looks at how far up they've shot. They're about halfway up the skyscraper now. Although she could fly freely, carrying her sibling up with her would slow them down too greatly, make them sitting ducks, or Koopas, in the sky. She catches eye contact with Koohitsu, before nodding towards the window in front of them. Catching on quickly, he drops out from her embrace and into his shell. Right when he's in line with her foot, Koohitsu kicks Kooshigo into the glass, breaking through it and giving her enough space to fly in after him.

Right as they go crashing in, the Bin Brothers arrive at the base of the skyscraper. Their insides full of scrap and materials, and with the unbounded teamwork they all exhibit, they hustle into the front door of the skyscraper – vacuuming up the remnants of debris in the front lobby, of course.

As for Polly, she comfortably rests her elbow against the top of the manifested Storm's head. "You're a real lifesaver, boo!" she says affectionately, watching as he kicks away another desk on their way to the next staircase. He'd carried her easily up several floors already, and she was certain he could carry her the rest of the way up the skyscra–

Her ease is interrupted by the audible shattering of glass, shards flying past her head. Polly barely has the time to respond as a mass of purple ooze smashes into her face, sending her straight to the floor. She feels some of the mass stuck to her face, and gasps out as it begins to shift and move. Rolling onto her stomach, she moves into a state of intangibility, slipping herself backwards and abandoning the goo on the ground. It begins to spiral and shift as a face emerges on its surface: Bunny Ditto, her lips pursed.

Polly hurries back into Storm, who pulls her behind him with a protective arm. Snagging the cane back up, she summons forth a familiar weapon for the apparition: a trusty shotgun. The Cometstruck rage beginning to rise, Storm cocks the shotgun and starts to unload.

Bunny Ditto darts around the office space, shots ricocheting off of laminate desktops and cubicle walls. She ducks herself beneath one, sticking up to the desk's lower surface – yelping as Storm smashes through it with his elbow, splintering it and sending Bunny Ditto splattering. She quickly pulls herself back together, taking on her default shape and lunging out of the way of another shotgun blast.

While the fake Storm keeps her distracted, Polly hurries around the crowded floor as best she can, desperate to maintain her lead on any competition. Her rush makes it tricky to adequately maintain moments of intangibility, causing her to trip on waste baskets and rolling chairs. Cursing, she ducks down low to consider her options – a bullet whizzing straight over her head.

"BOO! What are you doing?!" she shouts, lifting her head again. "You almost hit me–"

She quickly realizes her conundrum. In front of her is the shape of Storm, completely covered in purple, Bunny Ditto's smirking expression pointed directly towards her. She had overtaken Storm's body, and now she had the upper hand.

Bunny Ditto aims the shotgun, and fires. Polly swiftly shifts back into the darker corners of the room, narrowly avoiding each shot Bunny Ditto unleashes. The Storm summon is on a timer, she knows that; it would dissolve whenever an exhaustion was met. Just needed to wait it out…

Bunny Ditto pulls the trigger again, but this time, nothing unloads. She clicks open the chamber – out of ammo. With a sigh, she chucks the shotgun over her shoulder, opting instead to rush towards where Polly is presumably hiding herself.

Suddenly, there's the sensation of her entire body giving out beneath her, and Bunny Ditto exclaims as her gooey form disperses onto the floor, her host body vanishing. She grunts and hoists herself back up to a humanoid form, rearing her arms back and shaping them into large twin scythes. With as much coverage as possible, she swings her arms forward, awaiting the sensation of slicing through ectoplasm.

Instead, she whiffs air.

Her expression darkens as she cranks her head around – and discovers Polly on the other side of the room, managing to fully slip around her. And Polly scrunches her eyes as she forces the cane up, falling back onto the one support she still has.

In front of her, an entire army of Scrimblos materializes, the small naturalistic creatures standing at attention. Beside Polly, the figure of Vicia appears, wrapping an arm around Polly's shoulders.

"About time you called me, darling," she says smugly. "How else would you win without your queen, hmm?"

"Needed to save it for the right time," Polly responds. "Mind doing the honors, boo?"

Vicia steps forward then, tosses out her arm, and yells out to the attentive Scrimblos.

"CHARGE!"

Bunny Ditto attempts a frantic scramble to get out of harm's way, but she's not quick enough to avoid the incoming stampede. The Scrimblos plow through the obstacles in their path… including Bunny Ditto. Plumes of debris surge up into the open air – and when it settles, it reveals a completely destroyed office space.

And in that mess is Bunny Ditto, squashed and split apart to a point that she could not pull herself back together.

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Vicia and the Scrimblos vanish, leaving Polly alone and exhausted in the destroyed room. She leans against the cane, feeling its energy practically depleted by this point. Still, she might be able to get a weapon or two back out of it. Then she could–

"HEY!!"

Polly turns back to the doorway, where the Bin Brothers have just made it. Polly gives a timid smile, framed perfectly by the utter ruin her summon had done to the room. She tries to wave – and then winces as a desk completely topples beside her.

Despite all of their separate colors, all three Bin Brothers begin seeing red.

In a matter of minutes, the room is spotless, their vacuum hands making quick work of the disaster – and of Polly. After all, a ghost's greatest weakness is vacuums.

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Up at the roof of the skyscraper, Koohitsu bursts open the door, Kooshigo staggering behind. It was a fierce sprint to scale the remaining floors – but now, they had the advantage of being the first up top. Far above their heads, Corey floats, his fingers thrumming against each other as he waits in anticipation for this Brawl's climax. Truly, the entertainment it had provided was even grander than last year's, and, well… His disembodied hand shifts to hold at the vortex on his chest. Seeing the Brawler's performances this year had been deeply moving for him.

Halfway across the rooftop, Kooshigo drops down, producing leaves of a fire flower from his pocket and giving them a light. Smoking the leaves serves a dual-purpose: it grants him the gift of fire breath for whatever would ensue next, and it calms the nerves. Koohitsu, meanwhile, inspects what all is up here – which is little. A short sigh, and she leans herself against the shell of her crouching brother…

Before the door sounds again, and the two turn.

There, with dust and other debris still along their trash can bodies, are the Bin Brothers. Their interiors absolutely packed with materials, they take careful steps onto the rooftop.

There's stillness, until Corey's voice booms from on-high.

Come on now! No use dilly-dallying – somebody must win this Brawl!

The prodding is, admittedly, an annoying push, but it's enough to get Kooshigo to rise to his feet, smoke pooling upwards from the dried leaf perched in his mouth. Koohitsu pulls at her hockey stick piece, narrowing her eyes as she points it directly at the Bin Brothers. The Bin Brothers give each other momentary looks, their coordination already ensuring that they were on the same page.

Siblings versus siblings, in an all-out duel.

It's Red Bin that steps forward first, lifting a vacuum arm and launching from it a wooden desk leg, from the wreckage of the previous floor. Koohitsu knocks it cleanly up into the air, rushing forward towards the trash bins. Kooshigo catches the leg with ease, before following after his sister.

Blue Bin and Green Bin brace against each other, arms sealing attached. It's Blue Bin that attacks next, launching the torn-up rubber of a Winnebago tire at Koohitsu. Wings outstretched and momentum behind her, she's reflexive enough to knock the rubber from her path as well. She grabs onto the hockey stick with her other hand, placing it in front of her chest – and colliding into Blue and Green as she attempts to push them towards the edge of the rooftop. The brothers' feet grind against the roof as they hold tight together, the open air getting ever closer, closer… Until they move their arms behind them and exert out focused funnels of air, giving them a push back against the Paratroopa.

While those three clash, Kooshigo swings at Red Bin with the table leg. Red Bin avoids each swing readily, dodging away and holding up his arm to suck away the wooden plank. As the vacuum suction starts tugging at the weapon, Kooshigo opens his mouth, and allows the end to ignite with his fire breath. Red Bin's eyes are like saucers as he realizes the flame is going to go right into him! The plank lands in his hand, but before it can cause any damage, he points his hand around his back and fires the ignited wood right at Koohitsu's back.

Koohitsu jerks from the impact of hardwood against her shell – just enough of a release for the other Bins to regain their footing and shove her backwards. Koohitsu goes sliding back and grits her teeth. She doesn't have the reaction time to dodge the sudden next attack: an extended hooked cable, emerging from Green Bin's arm. It's one of Teller's extra limbs, and it snags at the collar of her shell. Green Bin twirls around, yanking Koohitsu through the air and slamming her directly into her brother's side. While the two are stunned, Blue Bin launches a large cube of debris, which sends them careening towards the center of the rooftop.

Koohitsu plants her palm against the floor, shaking her head. "They've got way more artillery than us. We don't even know what all they've got stored in there." As if to prove her point, an explosive goes lobbing over their heads, detonating in the air and causing the two to stagger forwards.

Kooshigo holds out a supportive arm for Koohitsu as she continues. "We'll just have to go all out. It's our only way."

Kooshigo lets out a warm breath, then strengthens his stance. "Got enough BP for that?" he jokes, rather dryly.

Koohitsu can't help the snort. "I think we'll be alright."

With that, the two hop up into the air – and pop into their shells. Spinning as they land, they bounce into each other, and begin moving around the rooftop.

The Bin Brothers watch on, unsure of what to make of the maneuver. They launch projectile after projectile at the spinning shells – glass shards, the edge of a game show wheel, a depowered cane – but the shells manage to evade every shot. As they ricochet off of the sides of the roof and each other, the shells begin to build speed, faster and faster… Kooshigo seems to be going faster than Koohitsu, a trail of fire following him from his fire flower boost. The flames lick and lap in the generated breeze from the swift siblings, and the Bin Brothers are soon unable to keep track of where the two are moving.

At last, Kooshigo generates as much speed as possible, and curves in a long arc around the back of the roof. His path sends him roaring into the Bin Brothers, so fast that he effortlessly knocks them up into the air like bowling pins. Koohitsu follows close behind him, and as the Bin Brothers flail above her, she pops out of her shell with the oar stick, leaping up above their lids. Kooshigo keeps in his shell on the roof, and as he darts by again, Koohitsu smashes Blue Bin's back with the oar, sending him down directly into Kooshigo's path. When Kooshigo hits him, the momentum sends Blue Bin right back into the air again! As though playing some kind of minigame, the Koopa siblings subject the Bin Brothers to a strange volley between floor and sky, their metal exteriors denting from the force of each blow. Up and down, up and down, blow after blow, good, great, excellent!!

It seems like there's no end in sight to this Bros. Attack, and the Bin Brothers feel every crunch and ding against their robotic parts. Blue Bin hangs his head back in exhaustion…

And when he does, all the contents stored under his lid fall to the roof in one large, condensed can-esque shape.

Kooshigo is completely unable to shift his course quick enough, and is sent bouncing backwards from the impact with the garbage pack – directly off the edge of the skyscraper! He vanishes from view with a scream. Koohitsu immediately darts away from the Bin Brothers to go catch him, leaving the three to land heavily on the roof.

Kooshigo's momentum is almost too great to match his speed, but with a twirl and her wings tucked up and back, she's able to reach freefall. Beneath him now, Koohitsu snags him, yelping at the heat generated along his shell. She lifts her head back up–

Right as two metallic feet come directly for her face.

Green Bin footstools off of her and Kooshigo, causing their wings to fall away, like what would happen to any Paratroopa that gets stomped on. As they're forced back through the open air, the two watch Green Bin reach out an arm and suction onto Blue Bin, who's dangling from the building's edge while suctioning onto Red Bin. A full Bin Brothers chain; their own Bros. Attack.

With no way to slow their descent, Koohitsu clutches closely to Kooshigo, bracing for impact with the distant ground.

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The Bin Brothers hoist themselves back onto solid flooring… and immediately begin vacuuming up the debris they had scattered around from the last fight.

While the three work, Green Bin looks up to the present figure of Corey, who simply floats there, silently. "So we won, right?!" he calls excitedly. "We were the last ones to fight on the rooftop!"

"Mmmm, I wouldn't be so certain about that!"

Green Bin is about to cheerfully inquire what the enigmatic host meant… when a rumbling feeling begins to build beneath their feets. The brothers all exchange uncertain looks, holding their arms in front of them defensively.

There, at the edge of the building, a figure begins to appear, shirtless, immensely muscular, levitating, glowing red.

Box Guy.

And behind him, a massive, swirling structure, shaped into a cubic box form. He had searched throughout the northern side of the city to find it, which eventually led him to the subway platform. There, in a still-smoldering wreckage, he uncovered his prize.

The remnants of the MBKube make odd noises as they shift like helixes around each other, clicking and sizzling from the cubes in disrepair. Even in their half-charred state, though, the carved cubes still emit fierce energy, and in the boxlike arrangement they take now?

They're all Box Guy's to possess.
 
Part 12 (Finale)

The Bin Brothers can hardly part the way fast enough as the MBox smashes into the rooftop, breaking open the flooring before dispersing back to Box Guy's side. With his original, most valuable box under his arm, and with the arcane power of the MBox cubes coursing through him, he descends towards the edges of the roof where the Bin Brothers are now scattered to, separated.

The Bin Brothers meet eyes across the gap. They know they are not nearly powerful enough to take on Box Guy one-on-one; they would need each other if they were to survive. With only one option for a reunion, the Bin Brothers lean back – before hopping directly into the new hole in the roof.

They land on the next floor gracefully enough, but immediately they're swarmed with cubes flying towards them, the metal bashing into their sides. In desperation, Blue Bin rockets Polly's cane at an approaching mass, causing it to soar out a nearby window – and the cubes closest to it, not influenced by Box Guy at this proximity, go chasing after it, recognizing its magical register on the astral plane.

This sets up Blue Bin to help protect his brothers, sucking in one cube and firing it out the other arm, causing a swarm of them to collide in the air. With a pathway clear enough, Red Bin leads the way to the staircase descending back into the skyscraper.

Box Guy huffs as they rush away, pulling control back with the scattered MBox cubes. Oh well. If they were going to insist on running, he'd have no choice but to…

Box them in.

Down and down the skyscraper's several flights go the Bin Brothers, blowing away the obstacles in front of them with coordinated finesse. At multiple intervals, a spare cube or two smashes through the wall next to their path, and they make swift work of each one, vacuuming it up as a projectile for the next one they encounter.

About halfway down, there's the sound of metal searing above them, and they duck down as one of the marked cubes fires off a laser of chaotic energy inches away from their lids. The walls shift and slide slightly, the edges molten, but the Bin Brothers manage to avoid any damage while they hurry on.

Box Guy continues his descent down the side of the building, watching through the tinted windows to see where the Bin Brothers are. It's not easy to follow them, though, as they duck and weave through each busy floor. Still… he commands another carved cube to fire off a slicing laser. He just has to keep pushing them…

At last, the three brothers stumble out the front door, Blue Bin tripping and rolling along on his side. Behind them, the skyscraper still stands tall with Corey at its top, though several clean slices exist along its walls from where the lasers struck.

Green Bin stops his brother from rolling away too far, and the three lift their eyes as Box Guy descends down in front of them, his original box proudly resting against his palm.

"It's hard work carrying a box like this," he says, gesturing to the spiraling coil of MBox behind him. "But it's all worth it, in the end. Watch."

He turns away dramatically, flicking his fingers and commanding one of the carved boxes to unleash a final chaotic laser. Green Bin, quick on the draw, pulls up behind Red Bin as the laser charges – and when it fires, Green Bin shoots Red Bin off from his vacuum arm, sending him behind the cube! Blue Bin gets nicked by the laser and shouts, but before it can do any more damage in their direction, Red Bin suctions his arm to the cube, exerting all the strength he can to redirect the laser.

After a few seconds, he finally gets the cube to rotate. Box Guy turns back over his shoulder – just in time to drop away from the laser's new path. The chaotic beam slices straight through several of the remaining MBox cubes, sending them falling to the ground in splintered chunks. The laser powers off, and Red Bin launches the marked cube at as high of an arc as he can.

Box Guy casts his gaze to the cubes on the ground. Over half of his incredible new box had been destroyed in one fell swoop. The red aura around him begins to glow even brighter, and Red Bin takes a nervous step back as Box Guy's eyes gleam white.

With a roar of fury, Box Guy commands the functional cubes to rocket at the brothers at full force.

Red Bin is too close and gets blasted backwards by the momentum, but Green Bin is able to snag him from the air, before spinning around to suck up and fire off another incoming cube. Despite the onslaught, the brothers are absolutely honed in, working in tandem to keep themselves from getting done in. Cube after cube is launched away, or knocked off course by another cube, or pelted with a projectile they have stored, until only a spare few continue to strike at them. With this moment of reprieve, Blue Bin looks to his right – noticing the defeated Kooshigo and Koohitsu nearby. He looks back to Box Guy, his muscular left arm still commanding the cubes, his right clutching that original, all-important box. One shot at this.

Blue Bin casts out his vacuum and pulls in the in-his-shell Kooshigo. Then, with his brothers flanking his sides to keep him protected, he pivots his aim towards Box Guy's right arm… and fires.

Box Guy, too caught up in keeping with the offensive, doesn't even notice the Koopa shell careening towards him – until it smashes into his arm, sending his box straight up in the air.

"NO!!" he yells, boosting himself upwards towards it and causing the MBox cubes to clatter to the floor. He manages to catch it, but another cube smashes into his face, sending him reeling into the ground. He staggers up to his knees, the Bin Brothers approaching with short steps, arms at the ready.

Wait. With this moment of breath, Box Guy cools his anger. His box is safe. And with the Bin Brothers now firmly in the skyscraper's shadow… they're in position. He looks at the MBox cubes – all moot and powerless now, with his concentration broken. Then there's only one box he can use.

He pulls the box to his lips, and whispers a genuine apology to it.

Then, he throws it at the Bin Brothers.

Except– the Bin Brothers stare in confusion as it doesn't aim at them at all. Instead, it flies over their heads, banging against the side of the skyscraper. It's hardly more than a gentle push; the box, made of cardboard as it is, cannot carry so much momentum behind it.

Yet, with the skyscraper's integrity so thoroughly compromised from the several gashes in it, all it takes is a gentle push.

There's the sound of huge metal lurching as the skyscraper begins to tip.

The Bin Brothers, realizing their impending fate, make a break for it, attempting to outrun the incoming collision. Box Guy, in contrast, rushes towards the base of the skyscraper. Immediately overcome with worry and shame at the potential fate of his box, he dives for it right as the skyscraper fully falls.

Throughout the entirety of Brawlopolis, the skyscraper's crash could be heard.

Full walls of wreckage and plumes of dust rush along the streets, painting the northern city in grey and white. Once the debris pushes until it dissipates, there's pure stillness on the streets.

In the messy aftermath of the skyscraper, three trash cans lay, motionless. Dented and done-in, the Bin Brothers lay flat in a mess they could never hope to clean up.

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A head lifts from the nearby piles of rubble, letting out a brief cough. Box Guy, his body covered in dirt and dust, pushes himself shakily up to standing. He had managed to roll out of the skyscraper's way the millisecond before it collided with the ground. And…

He picks up his box, pristine, managing to keep its perfect condition.

Above him, a suited figure lowers to him. Box Guy looks to Corey's eyes – or, uh, where Corey's eyes would be, if Corey had a head.

"Sorry about your skyscraper," Box Guy offers. "I could get my oomfie Trip to help you repair it.

And maybe next time, you could make your skyscraper more box shaped."

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With that, the second Mario Boards Mega Brawl came to a close.

Box Guy received a remarkable sum of coins, for him to utilize however he wished. Presumably, he used these coins for box-related matters.

Like last time, all those who had lost the Brawl were revived and patched up nicely, before being sent back to their home cities/planets/timelines/universes. With his enigmatic abilities, Corey was able to keep the fabric of canonicity unfrayed for another day.

With the Board of Directors now helming the distribution, the MBMB2 was a resounding commercial success. Across all networks and worlds, perhaps millions tuned in to watch the event. Merchandise was soon underway, with t-shirts, plushies, food tie-ins… And action figures of the top ten Brawlers, available now!

As for Brawlopolis, the mysterious subarea became dormant yet again, the ruined city maintaining its shape. Research teams at New Wikisburg have sanctioned off the Warp Pipe for another year, continuing their investigation into just what this place was – and what the ancient carvings in its ground mean.

Of course, the success of this Brawl meant it couldn't be the end, not by a long shot. Just what would the Board of Directors create next year, with Corey at its helm? Only time would tell.

For now, it is quiet in Brawlopolis, and the streets know their stories.

Thank you for reading.

MARIO BOARDS MEGA BRAWL 2
END​
 
As Boo1268 Reawakens from his "Death" he finds him self in his home once again he rises and takes in his surroundings before being washed over with feeling of excitement joy sadness and especially ANGER anger at Wheezlie for poisoning him anger that he NEVER GOT TO MEET ALL THE PEOPLE HE WANTED TO MEET and angry that he never even made it to 3rd or 4th place but the anger subsides him just being glad to be back home and be with his friends Suddenly Specture Comes in with a Tea set haveing a nice steamy cup of Blueberry tea.
"I figured you would want something to drink when you wake so I made this for you" Boo gives a gentle smile as he happily takes the tea "Thank you Specture" he Replys "It's no problem Boss I just REALLY want to make sure your ok" he says with slight shakeyness in his voice Boo notices and replys "Specture are you o-" he gets cut off as Specture hugs him tightly " I'm S-Sorry I wasn't there to help you I'm sorry that you got hurt it's all my fau-" Suddenly Specture Gets cut off "Shhhhh" Boo Replys " It's ok Specture I don't blame you trust me these things happen all that matters is that we're ok" the ghost hugs Specture Who embraces the hug "your the only friend I've ever had Boo thank you for being so kind to me" Specture Replys "Your Welcome" Boo Replys "I just wish we stayed longer that was right fun! And I really hoped to speak to those contestants I talked about" " That Could be Arranged" Specture Comments "here let me show you" Specture Guides Boo to the Lich yard were he displayes a Spirt but not just any Spirit the Spirit of Satoru Fujinuma! "i captured him when were fighting and im thinking maybe we could have him help us Find those friends of yours" "If he does he gets to walk free if not then hes stuck here" "so buddy Waddya say? Wanna help us?" -To Be continued???
(Maybe Idk if anyone wants to lol)
 
Epilogue (non-canon maybe)

Zerris sipped some coffee as he walked the streets of Brawlopolis. He had been sent by the New Wikisburg research team to look for any Brawlers still in the city after the event, to make sure they got home safe. One person in particular he had an eye out for: his girlfriend, Cayde.

He told her she shouldn't have done this again.

And when he finally came across her, he thought he had been proven right.

Or was it Cayde?

Cayde had a red glow to her as she approached Zerris, arms extended out for a hug. Zerris dropped the coffee and hugged her tight. A cube floated behind the two. Cayde smiled as the cube possessed Zerris, letting him join the ranks of the fallen Brawlers.

"Cayde", and the rest of the "brawlers" had the whole city to themselves, free to do whatever they wanted without anyone from New Wikisburg meddling in it, at least for a year.

The MBKube had been the true winner all along...
 
Tuxedo Mask (Monokuma)
35th: Monokuma and Izuru Kamukura (Teller Vision)
Arle Nadja (Huepow)
34th: Klonoa and Huepow (Shmaisy and Cayde)
33rd: Scaran (Metal Knuckles)
Brock (Quantum Five)
32nd: Brock and Tuxedo Mask (Teller Vision and Quantum Five)
Shmaisy (Fearless Fosdick)
31st: Arle Nadja and Shmaisy (Huepow and Fearless Fosdick)
30th: Metal Knuckles (Meldspar)
29th: Cayde (Shia LeBeouf)
Zhen Big Eelser Generboom V2)
28th: Big Eelser Generboom V2 (Dexter Hexley and Spooks)
27th: The Grande Cavalli (Pyrokles and the Explainer)
Dexter Hexley (Tails and Scaran Knuckles)
Spooks (Kay Faraday)
26th: Dexter Hexley and Spooks (Tails, Scaran Knuckles, and Kay Farday)
25th: Meldspar the Treasurer (Banana Man)
24th: Donna Quiñones (Teller Vision)
Scaran Knuckles (Vector and Hekki)
23rd: Fearless Fosdick (Agent 30)
22nd: Tails (Agent 47)
Explainer (The Stallion)
21st: The Stallion (Cosmo Neko)
20th: Banana Man (Wexlyn)
19th: Kay Faraday (Polly Geist)
Pyrokles (Hekki)
Kroop (Enby)
18th: Pyrokles, Kroop, and the Explainer (Hekki, Enby, and The Stallion)
Agent 30 (Mizzlebip)
Agent 47 (Bunny Ditto)
17th: Agent 30 and Agent 47 (Mizzlebip and Bunny Ditto)
16th: Quantum Five (MBKube)
Mizzlebip (Enby)
15th: Zhen and Mizzlebip (Big Eelser Generboom V2 and Enby)
Satoru Fujinuma (Specture Striker)
Specture Striker (Enby)
Boo1268 (Wheezlie S. Puff)
14th: Boo1268 and Specture Striker (Wheezlie S. Puff and Enby)
13th: MBKube (Koohitsu, Kooshigo, and Polly Geist)
Enby (Cosmo Neko)
12th: Satoru Fujinuma and Enby (Specture Striker and Cosmo Neko)
Bhigwhig (Vector)
Teller Vision (Hekki)
11th: Teller Vision and Bhigwhig (Hekki and Vector)
10th: Hekki (Shia LeBeouf)
9th: Cosmo Neko (Box Guy)
8th: Wexlyn, Vector, and Michele (Bunny Ditto)
7th: Shia LeBeouf (Polly Geist)
6th: Wheezlie S. Puff and Timothy (Kooshigo and Koohitsu)
5th: Bunny Ditto (Polly Geist)
4th: Polly Geist (Bin Brothers)
3rd: Kooshigo and Koohitsu (Bin Brothers)
2nd: Bin Brothers (Box Guy)
1st: Box Guy

CONGRATULATIONS MBMB2 CHAMPION - BOX GUY!
 
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Well, I hope you all learned an important lesson today.

Your so-called "friends" may make fun of you for carrying around a cardboard box everywhere, but inside this masks a deep-seated desire to know what is in your box. Do not be ashamed if this applies to you. It is only natural. But some may take this further; some may even try to look inside your box. And anyone who tries to look inside your box is an enemy.

And I put my enemies in a box in the ground.

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Oh man... this cash prize is gonna buy me so many boxes.
 
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"Well, how was that?"
"Absolutely horrible!"
"DOHOHO...HO?"

"Hey! Who wins?"

"It's you again!"
"Yeah, you! We saw you disappear!"
"I don't believe we've met, actually. Or perhaps- well, never mind."

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SHING


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Now, Smiling Friends, who's ready to make Waluigi Time smile?
Yipee!!!
Hooray...
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"Oh, crap, I overshot! I'm a day early!"

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"Hey, stop bringing us with you!"
"Yeah! We've had enough of this time junk!"

Mr. Boss, the car!
PEOPLE JUST SHOWED UP ON THE ROAD!!!
I don't know, what-
They just popped up out of nowhere man, what the fuck-
I'm gonna crash!
Turn! Turn! TURN!!!!
Pim, I can't-​
 
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This has been a wonderful experience thank you all for letting me join and voting for me hope to see you all again next year if there's another Brawl that is Speaking of Brawl I wonder what happend to some of the constants after the Brawl? Well maybe you can RP with me and find out😉
 
The Cosmo Epilogue (AKA an overly long lore drop)
"Uncle! Wake up!" The neon green void around Cosmo seemed to fade away as he thought he heard a voice. He had been floating in that void for who knows how long, so he assumed he was just going crazy. Besides, it's not as if he hated being trapped in this place. After all, he teleported his laptop to himself with his ESP, and began work on the next issue of The Sunshine Travel Guide.

Of course, to the outside, it seemed Cosmo was dead. His royal blue fur got an unwanted makeover and was coloured a disgusting shade of green. This new fur coat was so thick you couldn't even find Cosmo's pulse, and it seemed he was not breathing. The doctors kept shoving 1-ups down his gullet, but they had no perceivable affect, because Cosmo wasn't dead, but rather sealed within his mind, which was apparently a physical dimension.

Too bad Cosmo didn't know any of that. As far as he knew, this was some sort of catnip-induced fever dream, albeit one where Cosmo could think clearly. Whatever voice was calling to him was obviously a construct of his imagi-

Suddenly Cosmo felt the uncomfortable sudden shift between dimensions, and was sent back into the "real" world. The green liquid quickly coating Cosmo was soon absorbed by his fur. "Eh" Cosmo coughed up more of the liquid. "That's some weird poison..."

Cosmo immediately felt someone jump onto his bed, very excited. "Uncle! Uncle! You were so cool! You made that horse go Vwoom, then went like pow and crushed it's head! Oh, and you made the cat teddy go neow into space! I wanna be like you when I grow up!"

"Good to see you too, Kipper." Cosmo grinned. Kipper was Cosmo's nephew. Cosmo was adopted by a kind hearted cat family. None of them new where he was from, or why he was glowing like that, but they took him in anyway. Cosmo ended up being the middle child of 7.

His mother, Angel was a white cat who was patient and peaceful. His father was a Black cat, who was funny and helpful. The eldest sister, Kat, was red. She was a little cynical and impatient, but very strong and protective. The second oldest was Kit, who was purple. They were smart and had a strong moral code. The oldest brother was Ginger, and was orange. He was snarky and mischievous. The fourth sibling was Spicky, and he was yellow. He was open-minded but shy.
The youngest brother was Bob, and he was pink. He had a strong fighting spirit and was very enthusiastic. The youngest child was Lily, who was brown. She was naive but empathetic.

In fact, the very reason Cosmo even joined The Sunshine Travel Agency (before he discovered travel guides were his passion) was to support his family after his parents passed away. He slowly rose through the corporate ladder and the rest is, as they say, history.

Back to the story at hand, Kat lifted her green nephew off the no longer green Cosmo. "Next time you need to tell us before you risk your life." "C'mon," Cosmo said. "It was an accident. Didn't you read that travel guide I posted online?" Kat clenched her teeth. "Bull. You're not that stupid." "I am."

"Hey, guys." Kit stepped in. "We were just rejoicing that Cosmo was alive, let's not fight." "They've got a point," Ginger agreed. "Some real mood swings going on over here." "I dunno..." Spicky piped up. "Can we forgive Kat for implying Cosmo has any form of intelligence whatsoever?" "Who cares about that!" Bob yelled. "I wanna know why we don't have ESP!" "Guys, this was supposed to be a calm, happy occasion." Lily sighed. "And you guys have turned it into yelling at each other."

"Anyway, ESP!? Woah!" Lily continued. "Why didn't you tell us you had that!" "I don't have ESP or PSI or anything." Cosmo said. "Where'd you get that idea?" Everyone looked at him dissaprovingly. "We watched the broadcast." "Broadcast? I didn't know there was a broadcast...maybe I shouldn't have used my powers, I've been trying to keep them secret." "Why?" "That's not important. What is important is who won."

"Oh yeah. That guy with the box won." Kit said. "Woohoo!" Cosmo cheered. "I've been supporting him from the beginning. Maybe he'll let me sit in his box now..." "Oh!" Kat exclaimed. "You also got this in the mail." Cosmo slowly opened the package and lifted out a scandium medal. "I came 9th? Woah!"

Cosmo held a short party with his family, and eventually headed home. As he strolled, he looked down at his to-do list:
  • Finish next issue of Sunshine Travel Guide
  • Ask to sit in box
  • Let people know I'm alive
  • Important: TEST NEW POWERS; that liquid did something to me...
  • Write shopping list


The End...For Now
 
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