Watching

"Belle, what the hell am I doing here?"

Wolf wasn't happy with his current situation. The rambunctious Bea student had entrapped him into coming along with, what he was told was, a mission. Slightly intrigued (and bored out of his mind), Wolf decided to take her up on the opportunity.

He wasn't expecting to cross-dress as Brittany, however.

"Shut up, or they'll notice you!" Belle told him via communicator. "I can't have you smudging up the whole operation! You're the only one who can get out there and not be noticed!"

"I think EVERYONE has noticed I'm in a red dress and wearing glasses," Wolf hissed back. "And where are you anyway?"

"In a top-secret location in the mansion," Belle answered. "Hacking into the security footage so I can see you."

"You're at Brooke's fucking nerdy computer setup, aren't you!?"

There was a pause.

"...no."

"Goddamn it," Wolf grumbled. "Can I get out of this dress!? What do you want me to do anyway?"

"Get information on the rest of the fighters, so I can blackmail them into doing whatever I want!" Belle answered.

"What kind of information am I looking for?" Wolf asked.

"Secrets. Everyone has secrets... and if you're the one who knows those secrets?" There was an audible smirk over the communicator. "You become the most powerful person in the mansion!"

"You really are evil, aren't you?" Wolf said, with no small hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Wouldn't go that far," Belle answered. "I prefer the term mischievous. Now will you shut up and get to work? I'm not paying you to sit there and do nothing!"

"You aren't paying me at all!" Wolf hissed back.

"That's right, now get out there and find me some juicy gossip!" Belle said.

Wolf grumbled and rummaged through his too-small dress pocket to pull out some binoculars. Scanning his current location, the lobby, he began to take note of all the fighters in their natural habitat.

He felt like a birdwatcher. And looked like a silly one too.

"Not seeing much," Wolf said. "Just everyone doing what they normally do."

"But that's what we're here for!" Belle said. "What are they up to?"

Wolf zoomed his binoculars in to get a better view of everyone. Madame Broode was sitting on the couch, reading a storybook out loud to Cream, Cheese, and a sleeping Chain Chompikins. Lucario and King Dedede were having a chess match, the former clearly winning. Piranha Plant was sitting there doing... whatever plants do. Donkey Kong was sitting down gorging on bananas while the Blooming Trio were playing together on top of him, the great ape paying the three tiny Pokemon no mind.

"No secrets here, Belle," Wolf said. "I say we call it a day."

"You're giving up too easy!" Belle said. "Have a little faith! We can't give up now!"

"Belle, what are you doing at my supercomputer!?" a third voice came.

For a minute, Belle's side of the communicator went static, before it came back.

"Sorry about that, had some technical difficulties," Belle said.

"Sure you did," Wolf sighed as he rolled his eyes. Scanning again, he saw Joker and Morgana walking down the hall talking to each other. He perked his ears to listen in, all while trying (and failing) to be the most convincing Brittany the world had ever seen.

"...and then I saw Wario put the body behind the dumpster!" Morgana said as he finished his story. "We should go beat him up. Whaddya say, Joker!? That's a great idea, right!?"

"Not really," Ren responded. "Me and Wario haven't been on the best of terms ever since I shot him on accident."

"YOU SHOT WARIO!?" Morgana practically screamed. Ren made a harsh "shush" to his talkative cat friend. The two continued down the lobby.

"Anything juicy?" Belle asked. Wolf could tell she was stuffing her face with food.

"Why don't you come down here and see for yourself!?" Wolf asked. "I'm not seeing shit here!"

"A little longer," Belle insisted. "Something's bound to happen. Something that'll let me get power over someone!"

Oh, was she ever right.

Right on cue, as if it was a sitcom, Palutena and Pit came walking down the lobby. The angel boy was looking a bit more of a ditz than usual today. He was practically jumping around the Goddess of Light.

"Can I have another strawberry?" Pit pleaded. "Pleeeeeeease Lady Palutena?"

"Oh alright," Palutena said. "Since you asked nicely."

Palutena made a small strawberry appear out of thin air in her hands. Pit started begging and panting like a dog - literally - as she held the fruit in front of him.

"You want it boy?" Plautena said. "Go get it!"

She threw the strawberry as Pit chased it down the room on all fours, barking like a dog. The Goddess of Light let out a chuckle as he chased it down with the speed of 20 Lightning Chariots. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.

"Good afternoon, Palutena," Lucina greeted as she walked down the lobby.

"Ah, hello there Lucina," she greeted back. "What do you need?"

"Nothing, just thought I'd say hi," the Ylissie princess responded.

"Ah, I-I see," Palutena mentioned, giving a somewhat noticeable blush. "Well, it was pleasant seeing you. It's been awhile."

"But... I just fought you last night..." Lucina said.

"Ah, right!" Palutena said, giggling a bit. Before she could say anything else, Pit ran back to her and tackled her like a dog, panting happily. Lucina paid the scene no mind as she continued on.

A beat of silence passed by Belle and Wolf.

"Well, that was weird, but I don't give enough of a shit to find out why," Wolf said. "Can I get out of this dress now?"

"Do you know what this means!?" Belle cheered. "I was right! 100% right!"

"What do you mean?" Wolf asked, getting sick of Belle's games.

"There's something going on between Palutena and Lucina, I just know it!" Belle said.

"So what?" Wolf asked. "Plenty of people around here are in a relationship. Hell some are married."

"But never has a relationship between two people from different universes developed!"

"How would you know? This is your first tournament."

"Oooooh, this is just the kind of blackmail I need!" Belle said, giddy like a schoolgirl after receiving a perfect grade.

Wolf growled in annoyance. He was sick of this. He just wanted out of this dumb fucking dress so he could go back to his dorm room. He tore himself out of the frilly thing with his claws, his regular getup underneath, growled a silent curse or two, and stormed off.

Right next to him, the real Brittany, shocked halfway to death, fainted.

Hopefully the same grizzly fate wouldn't become of her.