Speaking = " "
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"Worlds above, try and tell me what happens when people fight. When things clash. When heroes collide. So why not enjoy it? Cheer, shout, connect. Let's fight, let's live, and—welcome to the Smash House! …Yeah, the name still needs work."
BOOM.
"FOX. AGAIN. WHY!?"
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Far above the mortal world, resting between drifting clouds and divine wind, lay a kingdom of white stone and holy light.
A land of purity and virtue…
(Though it did get attacked. Frequently.)
Angel Land.
Its people were countless angels, but none more known—none more beloved—than their champion.
A figure flew across the bright morning sky, feathers slicing through sunlight.
Short, fluffy brown hair with a stubborn cowlick.
Large blue eyes reflecting the sky like polished gems.
A white tunic trimmed in red and gold, a gold fibula with a ruby-like stone pinning it at the shoulder, navy tights, sandaled feet, and bracers of gold and bronze.
And on his back—wings. Pure, radiant, and marked by a golden halo-ring encircling them, engraved with four symbols.
Pit.
Angel Land's hero, as dependable as he was… occasionally clueless.
Pit glided—not flew—down to a grassy hilltop.
He landed with a soft thud.
'Damn it… after all this time, I still can't fly on my own. Not properly. Not without help.'
He sat down, rubbing the back of his neck as a warm breeze ruffled his wings.
A moment later, soft rustling came from the bushes.
Animal heads poked out. Deer. Rabbits. Birds. Even a squirrel doing a tiny salute for some reason.
Pit smiled gently. Animals were naturally drawn to angels—the warmth of their aura, their calm presence… their snacks.
"Here you go," he said as he reached into his tunic.
A handful of treats. The animals swarmed (politely), nibbling in contentment.
Pit chuckled as he patted a small fox on the head.
"This is nice… peaceful."
The wind brushed past him as Angel Land shimmered above.
He didn't know yet.
Not about the letter.
Not about the house.
Not about the chaos Sora was preparing.
For the briefest moment, life felt simple.
(Which meant it was about to be very not simple.)
Pit then heard something a call.
"Pit".
It sound female as Pit looked down as he saw simple, it was a gold-colored, stylized laurel crownaccompanied by a red fibula (brooch) and a stylized "Palutena's Army"
Pit closes his eyes, as he opened it, he was confused for a bit as his eye got used to the light
As he saw he was marble temple, humming with magic, he saw multiple statue of worrier, soldier and many more.
Amongst then was panting of a goddess, she is a slender, light-skinned goddess who appears as a young woman with long, green hair reaching her lower legs and green eyes, Her appearance can be described as elegant and regal, typically clad in a Greek-inspired white dress with various gold accessories like a laurel crown, armbands, and a necklace. She with her weapons: a gold staff with a blue handle and a mirror shield.
[Insert image of Palutena]
Pit blushed looking at the Photo of his beloved Goddess, as he then felt something he was hugghed from behind.
He felt the back side of his face being barrier into something soft and warm, and by the feeling he always knew what does where, as he hear d gentle and warm laugh.
"Pit, great news! We're moving!"
Pit was confused as he looked as he saw who was the one pressing the back of his head into her chest, it was Palutena.
Palutena looked at pit with excitement and something else as she hold two letter's with a particular simble.
Pit blinked, looking between the letters and Palutena's radiant smile.
"Moving…?" Pit repeated. "Uh, Lady Palutena, where exactly are we moving? Because last time we moved it was because Hades tried to blow up the basement again and—"
Palutena giggled, tightening the hug around his head. "No, no, nothing like that this time. This is good news!"
She lifted the letters higher, their seals shimmering with magic. A stylized sun, crossed with an infinity symbol—Sora's mark.
Pit immediately tensed. "Wait… is that—?"
"Yes." Palutena beamed. "We've been invited."
Pit gasped. "To the… Smash House?"
Palutena nodded.
The letters unfolded in her hands, automatically glowing with Sora's magic as she read aloud:
"To Palutena, Goddess of Light, and Pit, Captain of her Guard—
You are officially invited to join the Super Smash Tournament.
Warning: Fox shot a new hole in the training room. Please ignore it.
–Sora (Admin of Everything, Apparently)"
Pit's wings fluttered with excitement—and panic.
"Smash House?! With all the fighters? With the… the audience? And the internet-avatar-crowd-thingies yelling about tier lists?"
He fell to his knees.
"Oh no… I'm gonna be memes again."
Palutena laughed sweetly, patting his head. "Pit, honey, you've been memes since 2008. At this point it's tradition."
Pit groaned into the floor.
"Why is this my life?"
But then Palutena gently cupped his face, lifting it so he could see her soft smile.
"Because you're strong, brave, and kind… and because the world loves you."
She kissed his forehead. "And because I love you."
Pit melted, wings drooping into heart shapes.
Then she picked up the second letter.
"And there's more. This one isn't just an invitation."
Pit blinked. "Huh? What else would Sora send us? A map? A rulebook? A complimentary Kirby plush?"
Palutena shook her head.
"It's… a Housing Assignment Form."
Pit tilted his head like a confused puppy.
"…Housing?"
Palutena blushed — just a little.
"Yes. It seems Sora automatically assigns living quarters to bonded pairs. And since we are… well…"
Pit stared.
Palutena stared.
Both blushed.
"…married," they said at the same time.
She opened the letter.
"Assigned Room:
Suite 7 — 'The Radiant Nest'
(Soundproof button included. Press responsibly.)"
Palutena went red.
Pit froze.
Then—
"…OH COME ON!!" Pit yelled. "I JUST WOKE UP!"
From somewhere across the cosmos, Sora sneezed.
Pit look at Palutena as he spoke. "So Lady Palutena, anything more?".
Palutena looked at Pit as she spoke. "It says you can bring people as guest, 3 people, they won't be Fighter sense they are invited fighter".
Pit blinked as he remembers 3 particular as he spoke. "3 and with your invited...
That's convenient".
Palutena raised an eyebrow, her smile turning sly. "Convenient? Oh Pit, dear, you make it sound like fate didn't spend thousands of years arranging your life like a neatly stacked deck of cards."
Pit looked at the letters again. The seal glowed—Sora's emblem, unmistakable, shining with Harmonized Combat Energy.
Three guests.
Three.
Pit swallowed, thinking about exactly three people who were absolutely going to insist on coming the moment they heard about this.
'Oh no,' Pit thought. 'They're going to fight over who gets which bed.'
Palutena's wings shimmered with excitement. "The Smash House, Pit! Think of it—heroes from every world, battles that shake the cosmos, tournaments, food, tournaments, chaos, tournaments—"
"Lady Palutena, you said tournaments three times."
"That's because there are three… in the first week," she said proudly.
Pit felt his feathers twitch. "So… if we're moving, what do we need to pack?"
"Oh, nothing," Palutena said with a wave. "Your room is already conjured. Sora handles logistics with reality-breaking cheat codes. We just walk in."
Pit blinked. "…Why didn't you start with that?"
She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. "Because it was cute watching you worry."
Pit's face glowed bright red.
Then—boom—the temple doors blasted open.
"PALUTENA! PIT! I HEARD ABOUT THE GUEST SLOTS!"
A crackle of electricity. Blue lightning filled the hall. With a lighting came a young-looking, blonde-haired woman with a blue scarf, blue-and-white clothes, purple bands, and black arm and leg wraps, she also has a green-leaved vine wrapped around her body.
Phosphora.
[Insert image of Phosphora]
"Lady P! Pit! I call dibs!" she yelled, sliding in like a bolt of smug lightning.
A rumble shook the temple as vines and roots burst from the marble floor.
Came another girl, she resembles a young girl with blonde hair tied in a ponytail, hazel eyes, and a height of about 4'7". She wears a purple, red, and pink dress adorned with vines and carries a large, wooden scythe-like staff.
[Insert image of Viridi]
"Absolutely not!" Viridi snapped, stomping in. "I am his future wife. I deserve to go."
Then—poof—sparkles and purple smoke exploded in the room.
Finally came the last one, she is a beautiful woman with long blue hair in a ponytail, pink eyes, and a golden ring in her hair. She wears a revealing grey and purple corset-like outfit with matching stockings and sleeves that expose her legs. She is depicted as arrogant and sassy in this form, which she uses to taunt Pit and the other gods.
[Insert images of Amazon Pandora]
"Well well well! Invitations to a multiversal battle arena?" Amazon Pandora grinned, her fanged smile wicked. "I'm obviously going."
Pit stood between three chaotic forces of nature, all glaring at each other, all ready to fight.
This was… predictable.
Pit sighed internally.
'Three guest slots,' he thought. 'Why does that number suddenly feel like doom?'
Palutena just smiled sweetly.
"Oh Pit… you should probably tell them you already planned on picking them."
Pit froze.
"…I was supposed to tell them?"
All three turned to him at the exact same time.
"PIT."
Pit squeaked.
Smash House hadn't even begun, and he already needed that sound-proof button.
The three goddesses stepped in closer, surrounding him like a divine pincer attack.
Viridi crossed her arms, glaring with faux annoyance. "Pit, you absolute walnut, did you think we wouldn't feel the cosmic invitation magic burst in the temple?"
Phosphora zipped in with a spark of lightning, poking his cheek. "Yeah! You practically lit up the sky like a neon sign that said 'PIT GOT MAIL!'"
Amazon Pandora leaned forward with a grin way too smug for someone literally stepping out of a curse jar. "And you thought you could hide good news from your wives? Cute. Wrong, but cute."
Pit threw his hands up defensively. "Hey, hey! I was gonna tell you girls after we read the letter!" His cheeks puffed slightly as he looked away. "Plus… I'm not leaving any of my wives behind…"
Immediately, all four smiled — four totally different smiles:
Palutena: loving and proud
Viridi: "I'll pretend I'm not touched"
Phosphora: teasingly electric
Pandora: mischievous and definitely planning something later
They closed in and enveloped him in a group hug so warm it nearly short-circuited the divine communication orb.
Palutena kissed the top of his head. "Good answer."
Viridi smirked. "Correct answer."
Phosphora flicked his ear gently. "Sweet answer."
Amazon Pandora cupped his chin. "Survival answer."
Pit gulped. "I love you too."
The four goddesses stepped in closer, surrounding him like a divine pincer attack.
Viridi crossed her arms, glaring with faux annoyance. "Pit, you absolute walnut, did you think we wouldn't feel the cosmic invitation magic burst in the temple?"
Phosphora zipped in with a spark of lightning, poking his cheek. "Yeah! You practically lit up the sky like a neon sign that said 'PIT GOT MAIL!'"
Amazon Pandora leaned forward with a grin way too smug for someone literally stepping out of a curse jar. "And you thought you could hide good news from your wives? Cute. Wrong, but cute."
Pit threw his hands up defensively. "Hey, hey! I was gonna tell you girls after we read the letter!" His cheeks puffed slightly as he looked away. "Plus… I'm not leaving any of my wives behind…"
Immediately, all four smiled — four totally different smiles:
Palutena: loving and proud
Viridi: "I'll pretend I'm not touched"
Phosphora: teasingly electric
Pandora: mischievous and definitely planning something later
They closed in and enveloped him in a group hug so warm it nearly short-circuited the divine communication orb.
Palutena kissed the top of his head. "Good answer."
Viridi smirked. "Correct answer."
Phosphora flicked his ear gently. "Sweet answer."
Amazon Pandora cupped his chin. "Survival answer."
Pit gulped. "I love you too."
Pit felt the world tilt a little as four pairs of arms wrapped around him from every direction.
Warmth. Softness. At least three divine scents. And absolutely zero oxygen.
Palutena squeezed him proudly from behind.
Viridi clung to his left side like a territorial cat.
Phosphora draped over his shoulders, crackling with playful electricity.
Amazon Pandora? She wrapped around him from the front like danger wearing perfume.
Pit's entire face disappeared somewhere between Palutena's chest and Pandora's hair.
"Girls—! Air!" he managed to squeak, muffled beyond belief.
Palutena giggled, tightening her hold just a little.
"Oh hush, Pit. You'll live."
"No he won't," Viridi muttered, smug. "He's turning blue. It's funny."
Phosphora flicked his cheek with a spark.
"Come on, Vee, he's cute when he's dying."
Amazon Pandora leaned closer, whispering in a voice that caused every part of Pit's brain to short-circuit.
"If he dies, I'm resurrecting him just so I can hug him again."
Pit tried to lift a hand for mercy. Only his fingers escaped the dogpile.
"Told… you… I wasn't leaving… my wives… behi—HIHIHIHI!"
They all squeezed harder.
It was blessing.
It was torture.
It was Tuesday.
Finally—finally—Palutena loosened her grip, allowing Pit to gasp in a breath like a drowning man reaching the surface.
"We heard everything," she said sweetly, shaking the letters with the Smash crest. "You get to bring three guests."
"And you have four wives," Viridi added, crossing her arms possessively. "You weren't seriously picking favorites, WERE YOU?"
Pit shot his hands up so fast he nearly launched into the ceiling.
"NO!! No favorites! I was gonna tell you all after reading the whole letter!"
He pointed shakily at the envelopes. "Plus—PLUS—I am not leaving any of my wives behind! Ever!"
All four smiled.
It was the kind of smile that made titans tremble and immortals consider retirement.
Palutena cupped his cheek.
"Good answer."
Phosphora leaned on his shoulder.
"Smart boy."
Amazon Pandora licked her lips.
"Very smart."
Viridi's eyes sparkled with triumph.
"As long as you know your place."
Pit gulped.
This was his life.
This was his love life.
And honestly…
He wouldn't trade it for anything.
Pit didn't know the chaos he was getting into.
Even though I did.
He'll find out eventually.
But for now?
Let's see how this story really unfolds.
Who am I?
Call me Sora.
Yeah, that Sora — Keyblade, multiverse, hair that never behaves, etc.
I'll be your narrator until Pit takes over again.
Back with Pit and his wives…
They all leaned in around the invitation letter, four divine heads practically shoulder-checking each other.
Viridi raised an eyebrow at Palutena.
"So… since you got invited too, are you bringing anyone?"
Palutena paused.
As in, really paused.
That sacred, timeless, goddess kind of pause where the world could've grown moss.
Then she smiled serenely.
"No. Nobody comes to mind."
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Underworld…
Medusa sneezed.
A violent, dramatic sneeze that knocked over three vases and an unfortunate Reaper.
Somewhere farther away…
Dark Pit sneezed too, so hard he dropped his drink.
Back in the temple…
Palutena tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"Nope. No one at all. Can't think of anybody."
Viridi just stared at her.
Phosphora snorted.
Amazon Pandora muttered, "Wow. Cold."
Pit looked between all of them, still sandwiched between four divine women, letter half-open in his hand.
He tried to lift it again, but Palutena's staff was still sort of pinning his shoulder.
And Viridi had wrapped an arm around his waist.
And Phosphora was leaning on him like he was a battery charger.
And Pandora had basically draped herself across his lap like a very smug cat.
Pit cleared his throat.
"Girls… air."
They loosened. Not much, but enough.
Pit finally exhaled and straightened the letter.
"Okay—so, three guests each. That means none of you are getting left behind. I'd never go without my wives."
All four smiled.
All four sparkled.
Pit's HP refilled instantly.
Sora (me)? I facepalmed.
He has no idea what he's walking into.
And that's where the fun begins.
To be continued
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