CrossClash/CrossChats

CrossClash has a series of CrossChats which can be unlocked through playing local and online battles. Each CrossChat comprises of two of the game's characters having a brief discussion; Most of these are comical and serve no real purpose aside from entertainment, but a select few add onto the lore of the game itself.
CrossChats are unlocked by playing a match featuring the CrossChat's two characters; For example, if the player were to unlock Sans and SpongeBob's CrossChat, they would play a match setting Sans and SpongeBob against each other.
==Base Game==
Sans & SpongeBob 	Sans & SpongeBob
 	A-A living skeleton!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
 	woah, settle down there, bud. i'm not gonna hurt ya.
 	...You're not?
 	nah. can't really be bothered to do anythin' like that unless we're on the battlefield or something.
 	Oh! That's a relief, haha! Anyway, my name's SpongeBob! What's yours?
 	call me sans. sans the skeleton. hey, aren't you that sponge my bro watches on the hotel tv?
 	Wait, TV? You mean I have my own show? HI, PATRICK! HI, SQUIDWARD! HI, MR. KRA -
 	err, kid? i don't think we're live right now. not unless you count the guys filming this for the tourney.
 	...O-Oh, heh. That's embarrassing. Anyway, what's your brother like?
 	oh, pap? he's great. if i were to say anything, with all the fights we've been in so far, he's on the right track to get promoted to the royal guard.
 	Woooooah, the Royal Guard? How thrilling! Y'know, I'm kind of jealous; I've been working at the Krusty Krab for years, and Mr. Krabs hasn't promoted me yet! I don't get it!
 	me neither. maybe it's the way you're dressed.
 	B-But I wear the employee uniform! I've got the hat, the nametag... what am I missing?
 	oh, didn't catch that part, heh. anyway, why don't ya talk your boss up about it or something? if you've been with the company that long, i'm sure he's dying to promote you.
 	Talk to Mr. Krabs... That's not a bad idea! Thanks, Mr. Sans!
 	no prob, kiddo. remind me to order delivery from that place sometime.
 	Uhh, the Krusty Krab doesn't do delivery - not since Mr. Krabs tried selling pizza. We'd be thrilled to have you visit sometime, though!
 	sorry, i don't think that'll work out. you're all the way underwater, and i kinda need oxygen. i think. i don't know, honestly. anyway, papyrus wants me back at the hotel room for training. gotta say, though; this has been a rather absorbing conversation.
 	Hahahahahaha! Good one! Anyway, I'll see you later then!
SpongeBob walks off, with Sans leaving for his hotel room in the opposite direction. While walking, SpongeBob can't shake the sensation that he'd heard Sans' voice somewhere before. ...Eh, probably just his imagination.	SpongeBob walks off, with Sans leaving for his hotel room in the opposite direction. While walking, SpongeBob can't shake the sensation that he'd heard Sans' voice somewhere before. ...Eh, probably just his imagination.
Toad & Spyro 	Toad & Spyro
 	A d-d-dragon? Wait, I thought dragons were supposed to be bigger!
 	Not the first time I've heard that. Anyway, what's with you, mushroom-head?
 	Oh, nothing, just waiting for the next battle to start! I'm actually kinda having fun here!
 	Same here. Doesn't beat scorching gnorcs back home, but it'll do. Anyway, name's Spyro. You?
 	I'm Toad! It's nice to meet you, Mr. Spyro!
 	Yeah, I'm a pretty cool guy to know. So, that prize they're offering the winner of this thing. What are you gonna wish for?
 	To be honest, a vacation! Don't get me wrong, I love serving my princess and all, but I rarely get any time off! Just a day at the beach would be nice!
 	The beach is pretty cool; Sparx and I go there all the time nowadays. As for my wish... I want some more adventure! It's been AGES since I've done any bad guy butt-kicking; I gotta get back in the swing of things!
 	I mean, I like adventure too, but... Our wishes are complete polar opposites!
 	Huh, they are, aren't they? Not like it upsets me too much; Despite everything, you seem like a nice guy.
 	You too! Wanna be friends?
 	Well, I don't see why not. Let's do it!
 	Great! Now, before the next match, do you mind coming back to the hotel with me? I've got a dinosaur friend who'd REALLY wanna meet you!
 	Meeting a fan? Count me in! Hey, you want me to fly you there?
 	Yeah! Let's go!
Toad hops onto Spyro's back as they fly back to the hotel.	Toad hops onto Spyro's back as they fly back to the hotel.
Henry & Greg 	Henry & Greg
Strolling around the hotel complex, Henry lays eyes upon someone who looked very similar to himself. Interested by this "familiar" face, he walks over to greet the boy.	Strolling around the hotel complex, Henry lays eyes upon someone who looked very similar to himself. Interested by this "familiar" face, he walks over to greet the boy.
 	Hey, Charles, is that you? Didn't know you were invited to this tourney too!
 	Uh, my name's not Charles. Though I guess that's better than being called Fregley.
 	Fregley? How'd you end up with that name?
 	...It's a long story. My name's Greg.
 	Greg? Henry. ...Hey, aren't you a little young to be in this tourney?
 	That's what my mom said, but my dad was insistent that I get involved with "manly" activities. I could have easily just joined the Boy Scouts AGAIN, but apparently that wasn't enough for him. So I guess I'm stuck here for now.
 	Yeesh, that sucks. I don't mind being here myself; It means I get to show off. Speaking of which, what are you gonna wish for if you win this thing?
 	To be rich and famous. Right now, I'm stuck in middle school with a bunch of morons, so I don't see that happening any time soon otherwise.
 	Rich and famous, huh?
 	Yeah, it's been a big dream of mine since FOREVER. In fact, I've been keeping journals for years now, cataloging my life so I can sell it to people to make big cash.
 	...These say "DIARY" on the front.
 	They're NOT diaries! I specifically told my mom not to get ones which have "DIARY" on them, but she never listens.
 	Still, though, I bet you have an interesting life if you've got this many of 'em. Hell, I have crazy adventures of my own, and I don't even keep them logged.
 	Well, from my experience, if you don't have stuff recorded, you always end up regretting it. Luck's not exactly my best friend.
 	Shit, you too? Thought I was the only one around here with bad luck. ...Well, sometimes. I'm simultaneously lucky and unlucky, if that makes any sense.
 	...Huh. That's cool. Anyway, I gotta get back to the hotel room. I guess I'll see you around, Henry.
 	See ya, Fregley.
 	Wh - HEY!
 	Hey, I'm just playing with you, Greg. Anyway, I'll see ya.
Henry walks off, snickering to himself. 	Henry walks off, snickering to himself.
Matt & Gary 	Matt & Gary
Matt was sitting in the hotel's lobby, thinking to himself. He had heard something truly bizarre earlier that morning... but also something quite interesting. As he wondered who could confirm this news he received, someone came into his line of view; a red Inkling. Knowing that these squid kids would know the answer, Matt approached him.	Matt was sitting in the hotel's lobby, thinking to himself. He had heard something truly bizarre earlier that morning... but also something quite interesting. As he wondered who could confirm this news he received, someone came into his line of view; a red Inkling. Knowing that these squid kids would know the answer, Matt approached him.
 	Hey, you. Squid. I gotta question.
 	Ah-!! Erm, uh, who - What is it?
 	I heard you Inklings do a little something called "Turf Wars". Care to explain?
 	Oh, right! Turf Wars! Those! Well.. they're kinda like a sport where we come from. We basically use our weapons and stuff to claim the most turf we can!
 	...What kinda weapons do you guys use?
 	Oh, guns, rollers, bombs... Actually, now that I say it out loud, it does sound strange out of context.
 	Yeah, it kinda does. Anyway, that's your ONLY sport?
 	No! We have a lot of other sports, like Tower Control, Clam Blitz, Rainmaker... A lot!
 	...And all of these involve shooting your ink at other Inklings?
 	Erm... yeah. And Octolings too.
 	Yeah, them too. So you're basically shooting your blood at them.
 	...I - Erm - Uh - Err - ...I guess. (I'm gonna be sick...)
 	I gotta say, I thought I saw a lot back on Wuhu Island, but this is just something else. You kids obviously enjoy it though, so I can't really judge. It's not like I don't like beating the shoot out of my opponents.
 	...Shoot?
 	...It's a contract thing. Can't swear. Don't worry about it too much.
 	Oh, makes sense. I don't swear either. Well, I can, I just don't like it.
 	C'mon, try it! Live a little, squid!
 	I-I dunno...
 	Don't chicken out! DO IT!
 	Alright, y-you don't have to shout at me-!!
Gary took a deep breath, and out came a deafening... 	Gary took a deep breath, and out came a deafening...
 	HECK!!!
 	...First off, not a swear. Secondly... I'm gonna go see the doc about these bleeding ears. See ya, kid.
Matt walked off in the direction of the hotel's clinic, with Gary following behind offering feverish apologies. 	Matt walked off in the direction of the hotel's clinic, with Gary following behind offering feverish apologies.
Wario & Homer 	Wario & Homer
It's lunch time, and Wario's helping himself to the all-you-can-eat buffet. With his plate stacked with chicken, desserts, and garlic, he spots one more treat to add to his meal; a nice frosted donut with sprinkles. However, as he reaches for the pink pastry, another hand reaches out and grabs it.	It's lunch time, and Wario's helping himself to the all-you-can-eat buffet. With his plate stacked with chicken, desserts, and garlic, he spots one more treat to add to his meal; a nice frosted donut with sprinkles. However, as he reaches for the pink pastry, another hand reaches out and grabs it.
 	WOO-HOO! Last donut!
 	Ay, what's the big idea? That donut's MINE!
 	I don't see your name on it.
 	It's about to have your ugly face on it if you don't hand it over right now!
 	Oh yeah? Why don't you make me?
Wario reaches out to grab the donut from Homer, but accidentally drops his plate in the process, scattering his food all over the floor. 	Wario reaches out to grab the donut from Homer, but accidentally drops his plate in the process, scattering his food all over the floor.
 	Hahahahahahaha! So much for a full plate, eh, tubby?
 	TUBBY?!? Look who's talkin', fatso! This body's pure muscle! It's PERFECTION! Got a problem with it?
 	Well, not really, it just seems - HEY!
 	Look here, donut boy. You. Me. Eating contest. Winner gets the donut.
 	Oh, an eating contest? Don't mind if I do!
After stacking their plates with copious amounts of food, Wario and Homer sit at a table facing each other. 	After stacking their plates with copious amounts of food, Wario and Homer sit at a table facing each other.
 	You're going down, beer breath!
 	You talk better than you eat.
 	We'll see about that! Ready? GO!
A few minutes later, both combantants are holding their stomachs, groaning in pain. 	A few minutes later, both combantants are holding their stomachs, groaning in pain.
 	G-Give up yet? *hic*
 	Only when you d-do... *belch*
Mario walks by, overseeing the results of the duo's competition. 	Mario walks by, overseeing the results of the duo's competition.
 	Mamma mia... What a waste of-a food...
Gary & Chewout 	Gary & Chewout
In one of the hotel's many hallways, Gary was desperately jumping up to grab some sort of object left on a shelf. Despite the Inkling's best efforts, the shelf proved too high to be within his reach. With a sigh of defeat, he sat on the floor beneath the shelf. This caught the attention of a purple-clad woman, who approached Gary.	In one of the hotel's many hallways, Gary was desperately jumping up to grab some sort of object left on a shelf. Despite the Inkling's best efforts, the shelf proved too high to be within his reach. With a sigh of defeat, he sat on the floor beneath the shelf. This caught the attention of a purple-clad woman, who approached Gary.
 	Hey kid, you good? The floor doesn't seem very comfy.
 	Ah-! Well, erm... I'm not good, actually.
 	What's the matter, then?
 	Well, this HUGE jerk Octavio took my phone and put it on that shelf! Now I can't reach the thing! Grrrr, I hate him so bad...
 	...That's it? Heh, simple fix.
Extending her palm forwards the shelf, Chewout conjured a tendril of gum which grabbed the phone and pulled it back to her. She then handed it to the Inkling. 	Extending her palm forwards the shelf, Chewout conjured a tendril of gum which grabbed the phone and pulled it back to her. She then handed it to the Inkling.
 	Aaaand there you go. Didn't even break a sweat. Now, if that's gonna be it, I'll be goi -
Chewout was interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal from the Inkling, prompting her to cover her ears. 	Chewout was interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal from the Inkling, prompting her to cover her ears.
 	EEEEEE!!! Thank you so much! Wait, how'd you do that cool thing with the gum and a - Wait, why are you covering your ea - Oh... I did it again, didn't I?
Gary becomes much more reserved as he murmurs an apology, trying to hide his face from the heroine. 	Gary becomes much more reserved as he murmurs an apology, trying to hide his face from the heroine.
 	Wait, kid, don't get upset over it! It's really nothing that big, you were just kinda super freakin' loud. I'm not mad or anything.
 	Y-Yeah, but I didn't wanna hurt you! You just helped me out big time, and here I am giving you a headache...
 	To be honest, you're not the only overly loud person I've met. Actually work with one gal who can shatter glass with her voice; Insane stuff.
 	Shatter... H-Hey, I can do that!
 	No kidding? Damn, maybe I should be glad you only gave me a headache then, heh.
 	Yeah, sorry about that, heheheh...
After some awkward silence, the Inkling attempts to switch the subject by introducing himself. 	After some awkward silence, the Inkling attempts to switch the subject by introducing himself.
 	My name's Gary! What's yours?
 	My friends call me Chewout. It's nice to meet ya, Gary.
 	Same! Anyway... Now that you know about my "superpower", what about yours?
 	Oh, right. Probably owe you an explanation. I can basically form and manipulate chewing gum to do all kinds of stuff, including that grappling hook thing I did.
 	Chewing gum... Ooooooh, NOW I get why you're called that! It's clever! I like it!
 	Thanks, kid. Anyway, I better get going. Make sure that Octavio guy doesn't take your phone again, alright? I'll see ya around.
Chewout begins to walk off. Watching her go, Gary debates with himself for a moment before calling out to her. 	Chewout begins to walk off. Watching her go, Gary debates with himself for a moment before calling out to her.
 	...W-Wait.
 	...?
 	You, uh... You wanna be... y'know, friends? You're really cool.
 	Friends? Sure thing, lil buddy.
 	Nautical! Err, you can go do what you were gonna go do.
 	Works for me. Peace.
The two walk off in opposite directions. 	The two walk off in opposite directions.