(Insert Scott the Woz intro here) This story has been revamped! Now, feel free to read these chapters free of the risk of having a stroke(hopefully). If you somehow find any more mistakes, PLEASE point them out to me.
The morning sun shines down onto the corner of my eye, I slowly turned my still asleep head towards my alarm clock, "7:00 AM." I groaned to myself, even though being an early bird wasn't a problem for me, not after waking early for the past 13 years of my life, I still looked forward to the day that would just allow me to sleep in, and not care about anything around my world. Unfortunately, today isn't that day.
I forcefully pulled myself out of my bed and threw on a red T-shirt and some shorts I found in the back of my closet. I brushed my teeth, and headed out the door. I checked my mailbox and found nothing worthy of my attention. The sun was shining brightly, and the town of Smashville was still asleep, this was the best part of my day. A time where I don't get insulted every 5 minutes for things that I didn't do. I was the mayor of my town, and you might think that's a good thing, but being in a position of power can lead to tons of unnecessary hate towards you. I got a first-hand taste of it.
I slowly walked down the pebble path, reading out each resident's name and saying my mornings to them as I walked past their homes. They obviously didn't hear it, and I don't think any of them wanted to, but I still liked to do it to make myself feel better.
After a little while of walking, I reached the town's city hall, where I spent most of my time with my only true friend in the town, Isabelle. Upon opening the door, I was pleasantly surprised by my friend happily waiting for me behind the front desk of the building. I smiled at her, she smiled back. I wasn't surprised that she woke up earlier than me, she was a hard worker, and a lovely friend.
"Good morning mayor." She said in her soft tones. "Would you like some tea?"
"Good morning," I said back, forcing a smile on my face. "That would be lovely."
Isabelle was a whole lot older than me, she was 21 and I was 13. She took care of the town with me, since she was my "assistant," but also protected me from the many criticisms from the townspeople since she was my friend. Unlike me, she is pretty popular with people.
I sat down by my desk, and start sipping my tea, it was hot, the liquid nearly burned my throat as I drank it. Isabelle looked at me with a grin, as she slowly stroked my light brown hair. She always treated me well, talked to me in a gingerly manner, and never treated me differently because I was different.
"How did you sleep?" Isabelle asked me, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Well," I answered, I wasn't very good at conversing with people. But I always liked talking to her. "Would you count not having nightmares as good?"
"That's reassuring, remember, don't be scared to talk to me if you need it."
"I know Isabelle, you are the best."
Isabelle cupped my cheeks and gave me a smooch on my forehead. "You are adorable, don't listen to other people, they are dumb."
Oh did I mention she's a bipedal and talking dog? And that the town I lived in had nothing but bipedal and talking animals?
The day passed by like any other, townspeople come in, complain, shoot dirty looks at me, townspeople come out, rinse and repeat. I packed my bags at 5 o'clock and prepared to go home. Isabelle shoved a pack of math exercises down my backpack and told me it was essential since I cannot go to school as a human boy. I never liked them, but I did everything Isabelle told me to do.
On the way back home, people mostly ignored me, sometimes insulted me, and occasionally tripped me over or straight up punched me, rare but not impossible. Some told me that they did these things because I was a human and shouldn't tell them what to do, but I know deep down, that it was because of my sexuality. I Don't know why they think I'm hopelessly in love with any guy that exists, I mean come on, I have standards.
'You hear me, Jimmy, don't go near that human, he likes to kiss boys. And he's gonna do bad things to you if you get near him.' That was something I heard from my neighbor Pancetti while walking one day. (I hate you Pancetti, get off my island, update: I was able to kick her off, go me.)
After making it home. I switched the lights on and sat down on the sofa. I turned on my TV to find my favorite show on, Super Smash Bros, a show where the many celebrities of many universes come together to duel. It's great, fun, and distracted me from the life around me. I wasn't sure what they were talking about on-screen, but soon figured out that a new smasher will be joining the tournaments as the 45th member. Exciting! What's even better is that it was revealed to be someone my age. There were already three kids my age in the tournaments, two with telekinetic abilities, (one of whom will be leaving this year), and a boy name Toon Link, who is incredibly skilled with boomerangs and bombs, and also has a cool sword. Not many fans are quite fond of their existence in the games, due to their excessive playstyles and annoying powers. But I think they are awesome, especially the blond kid in the green overalls. Not to be creepy, but I also own a little doll of him, actually, that is a little bit creepy.
I nearly jumped out of my seat when the camera panned onto Ness and Toon Link for an interview. I watched them, specifically Toon Link, with all my attention, his elegant speaking, his beautiful eyes, his handsome face, oh it was too much for me. I wasn't paying any attention to the interview itself, I was too busy looking at his face.
"I look forward to seeing the new fighter, I don't care how powerful or smart you are, but you better know how to cook." Toon Link said as the interviewer and I laughed in unison. He was just perfect, I wish I could talk to him one day, I mean, I know how to cook.
I turned the Television off and headed for the showers. I slipped into my bed, and fell asleep fast.
I knew the same boring day awaited me tomorrow.
Or was it?
