Dogfighting Season 1 (Super smash bros. ultimate story)

Hell hath no fury.

There was a large TV in the corner of the bar, and some fighters were at the bar as well. I could see Richter and Simon, Ryu and Ken, Ike, Villager, and a couple others out of the corner of my eye. Wait... Is he even old enough to drink?? Well, I guess I won't question it. I started on my second shot, and downed that shit faster than the first. I suddenly got a wierd feeling in my gut, like something really terrible is about to happen. But, that would be too damn wierd to just randomly leave. "Hey, Falco? Do you maybe get this wierd feeling that something's about to go down?" I ask. "To be honest, yeah. I just didn't want to be the first to mention it. I feel some wierd sense of urgency, like I know something's about to fucking explode randomly or some shit." He said. "I'm gonna go back to the main building. You coming along?" I asked, now wearing a slightly worried look. "Nah, I'll stay here. If the whole world blows up, them I'm gonna be so piss-drunk that I won't even feel it!" He joked. The feeling was getting stronger by the minute as I was walking back. Something isn't right. I know it. I've felt this before, and I've ignored it every single time. And every time, some fucked up shit happens. Not this time. I got back to my floor, made my way into my room, and used the walk computer to call Isabelle. I didn't get an answer. Fuck my life... That means some bullshit happened to her, or she's somewhere else. I'm gonna go with my gut instinct, and assume that the first one is true. I made my way to Isabelle's room and burst open the door. Isabelle has asked me to stop repeatedly, but I think this time I get a free pass. Isabelle was nowhere to be seen. All I could find was a yellow sticky note on the inside of her door. It read: "If you want to find your little doggie friend, (which you probably won't) You'll have to go look around the city. You have two days. Good luck. -CMTL". Okay then... well, some motherfucker is about to have their sexual organs surgically removed then reattached to their forehead. Hell hath no fury like a space mercenary scorned. I call everyone I've ever seen or known from the Tournament to look for Isabelle, making sure I call Villager first, because I know how much they mean to each other. And personally, I kinda want it t I happen between them. Like, they're so perfect for each other! But anyways, enough bullshit. I have a call to make.