“Ahem. Let’s begin with a simple explanation of the class trial!” Monokuma said, sitting in his chair in a regal manner.
“If you can figure out who committed murder, I’ll punish the Blackened and force them out of Smash’s roster, forever. But if you pick the dreadfully wrong one~... Then everyone BESIDES the Blackened is forced out of Smash!”
Terry clenched his fist. How did things get this bad? Everything was so perfect this morning. Why did Shantae have to die? He couldn’t believe it happened: in fact, it was like he could still feel her spirit, lingering.
“Okay. Let’s go over the motive again.” Eight said. His eyes scanned the room of “contestants”, wincing every time he looked at one of the pictures of their dead friends. It was especially hard, since the picture of Isaac was sitting right next to him.
“Right, right. The motive was a Smash Invite. Whoever got out of this receives a formal invite to Smash, with a blank name. Meaning, even if you were already in, you could hand it to someone else.” Mario said, as he stroked his mustache.
“Nobody here is that altruistic, I don’t think. It had to be someone that isn’t in yet.” Kazooie said, her pessimism shining through. Banjo was too busy guzzling honey and waving his invite in front of Master Chief to care about the dead genie.
“Th-then, it had t-t-t-to be Terry, Sans, Ryu Hyubusa or Geno! F-Fe-fess up!” Ike stuttered. He wasn’t man enough to handle this type of intensity.
“Oh? I noticed you didn’t accuse Byleth. Why not? Hiding something?” Sans said cooly. He didn’t need to take this kinda crap from an anime swordsman.
“Sakurai always lets our homies in. Naturally, Byleth has nothing to worry about. Ergo, he has no motive.” Corrin said, with both conviction and annoyance. He was always having to clean up after Ike’s mistakes.
Ike nodded silently along. He hoped he could be as cool as Corrin, some day.
“Well, it wasn’t me. My attacks are little pellets that poison you-the hole is too big, and there was no poison found in Shantae.” Sans said.
“My blade isn’t nearly small enough to make a hole that size. Also, I’ve been leaked, so why would I want to do this?” Ryu said, shocked that he had to defend himself from a loser like Ike.
“That leaves Terry and Geno. Terry is big and beefy-he could’ve shoved his finger into her heart and killed her!” Kazooie claimed, in vague hopes that one of them would confess. She really didn’t want an anime boy or an RPG lad eating ANOTHER DLC slot.
“Hey, come on.” Terry said. He was trying to think of a way to defend himself from this onslaught of heat that Ike the Loser brought to him.
“I have no weapons that could do such a thing on my body. Also, there would be splinters if I killed her by hand-“
“POWAH WAVE” Terry yelled, as he shot a Truth Bullet at Geno, breaking the claim. The evidence showed that his hand can become a gun!
“Wow, wait a sec...” Joker said. “It’s all adding up. Geno is from a dead franchise, so this was his only shot! (HAHA PUN UNINTENDED, GUYS KEK) He shot her because he has no chance otherwise!”
“That explains the BB’s we found!” Duck Hunt said, giggling.
“N-no! I can explain...” Geno stammered. He was sweating.
“This is just like when Isaac killed Shadow. You have no chance, so you had to drag others down to try and break through.” Sonic said, mad.
“...SO WHAT IF I DID? WE DESERVE IT! WE’RE PART OF NINTENDO! MOST OF YOU LOSERS ARE JUST 3RD PARTY TRASH! NOT EVEN ICONS! THIS IS MY LAST SHOT!” Geno screamed, frothing at the mouth.
“Looks like I’ve revealed your true form” Joker said, smiling. He never liked dumb dolls.
Everybody voted for Geno.
Monokuma turned toward the doll, several Smash letters in hand.
“You don’t deserve anything, doll. You’re not even remembered by millennials, the biggest group of nostalgic weirdo’s there are! All you deserve is death!” Monokuma said.
“W-Whats that in your hand?” Geno asked.
“Hm? Oh. A few Smash letters. We’re on DLC 4 and 5. Also, there’s gonna be more characters after that, too!”
“W-what? I could’ve been #5? Or 6, even? I didn’t need to-“
“Nope! Sure didn’t!” Monokuma said, pocketing one letter, and throwing the other at Terry. He was thinking of inviting himself to Smash.
Geno crumpled to the ground, defeated.
“Shantae, I-I’m-“
“LET’S GIVE IT EVERYTHING WE’VE GOT. IIIIIIIIITS PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monokuma yelled.
“SOOOOOOOORRRRRRRYYYY!!!!!!!!!” Geno yelled.
Monokuma smacked the Punishment button with his gavel. An 8 bit Geno was being dragged away on the machine, a symbol of what was to come.
In the real world, Geno was now trapped in a TV. He saw a familiar console come in front of him. It was... an N64? His home.
A child put in a cartridge that said “Mario RPG” on it. As the game booted up, Geno felt his body move on its own! He was being controlled by the little boy!
The little boy made him fight high level enemies that he wasn’t ready to face yet, over and over again. His gun broke, his clothes were tattered, and his ears hurt from the little boy’s screams about how hard the game sucks. Suddenly, a gorilla lands a critical hit on him, smashing (KEK I PROMISE THESE AREN’T ON PURPOSE) him apart!
Eventually, the boy called in his mom, Square Enix. The parent was upset that the video game was making their son violent, so she threw it into the trash, along with Geno. The trash is labeled “Dead Franchises.” Before Geno bled out, he saw that Shu and Chrono’s corpses were in here, too. Shu was eaten by some sort of big lizard, and Chrono was a skeleton, degraded away by time.
Geno closed his eyes. This was his fate.
The boy is then seen playing Dragon Quest, having forgotten Geno and his game.
“Are you okay?” Terry asked Geno’s corpse.
He wasn’t.
He hadn’t been for some time now.
And he never would be, again.