Dogfighting Season 1 (Super smash bros. ultimate story)

Trauma.

I remember that night well. The weather outside was terrible and wet. It had been three months since the Mayor's departure, and I was working late again. I was about halfway down the ten inch stack of paperwork, when I noticed a note on the outside of the window. It read: 'You are not safe. -CMTL'. Who was out at eleven thirty at night, pranking me?! Whoever they are, they're very persistant. I assumed it was just Lopez, as he loves to torture me. I rolled my eyes and continued my work. About thirty minutes passed, and I was almost completely done with the paperwork. It was midnight now, and the rain had only intensified. I dreaded going outside in this weather. I signed the last document, and gathered up my belongings. I started out the door with my adorable paw print umbrella, and shut the door behind me. Now was the long walk home. Thankfully, the Mayor ordered several street lamps to be built before he left. Although somewhat poorly lit, I could still make my way through the town. I noticed a random umbrella lying on the ground, and nobody was around, so I bent down to pick it up. Upon further inspection, the umbrella had a large tear in the fabric, rendering it totally useless. That was somewhat unsettling, because something had to have happened there. Probably not something I want to investigate, but I did anyways. I found another note on the inside of the umbrella, the same kind of handwriting as on the note from the window. "You are not safe. Leave. -CMTL" Now I was starting to get a little unsettled, but thought nothing of it, because I honestly thought it was Lopez. I finally found my house after a while, and entered. I flipped on the lights, and laid my things down beside my bed, including the torn umbrella. I laid down on my bed, when I noticed another note on my door. "Your time is up, you will die with the rest of them." It read. Geez, Lopez really knows how to pull a prank I guess. A few hours passed of me watching TV, when- HHUUUUUMMMMmmmmmmm. The power was cut, and I was left in total darkness except some light filtering in through the windows. I grabbed the nearest sharp object, which was my pocket knife that I keep on me at all times. I've heard of people being mugged, robbed and stabbed at this late, just not in this town. But me, being the paranoid puppy that I am, went ahead and bought one. SLAM! a loud thud came from my door. I suddenly felt very weak and unable to stand, and I blacked out.