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"shut up!"
"count your calories!"
"i never look good in mom jeans..."
you sat in the middle of your spacious room in smash mansion, surrounded by a plethora of your clothes and accessories.
tonight was it- the big smash ultimate ball. the one night a year that everyone dresses to the nines and tries their absolute hardest to look the best possible. why? only because anyone who's anyone was aiming to nab the title of smash ball king and queen, and the only way to do that was to be best dressed. of course, ''personality matters'' as master hand claims, but everyone knows that it's all about the physical.
you looked down in frustration, struggling to pick out an outfit that would truly wow. not to say that the clothes were sub-par—every piece of apparel that had been given to you was superb. the part that you struggled with was...well, you. no matter how much you tried, you couldn't picture yourself looking even mediocre in any of the clothes. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop comparing yourself to the blue-eyed blondies and girls with perfect bodies that you live with.
peach's hair is so perfectly yellow- and her eyes so perfectly blue...how do i compete with that? and samus- she's got the eyes, hair, and impeccable body type...zelda too...!
your thoughts swirled around in your brain ruthlessly as you attempted to shove them out. though, it seemed the harder you tried, the more thoughts would creep in and make your job harder.
maybe i just need to try harder...be prettier?
but it wasn't that easy, and you know it. indeed, you knew it for a fact, because of how hard you'd actually been trying. in the weeks that the ball approached, you'd made it a goal of yours to eat a little less and do yourself up more often. but, it wasn't just the ball that had made you want to change so badly...
it was him. richter belmont.
you had known about the arrival of simon and richter for months, but they hadn't officially moved into the mansion until about two weeks before the ball. as soon as you laid eyes on the tall, muscular vampire hunter, you knew he was the one for you. but, it seemed that some of the other smashers had felt the same because they'd been all over him.
how can i compete with them...i'm not cut out for prom queen- or for richter's attention! they have so much on me, so much that i could never come close to, let alone live up to.
