Red stared at the massive two-headed hellhound for a long moment.
Then he nodded once.
"Nice."
Pit blinked. "That's it?"
Red didn't answer. He simply reached for his belt and tossed out three Poké Balls.
Light exploded outward.
Articuno spread its icy wings, frost crawling across the grass.
Zapdos crackled with electricity, feathers snapping with thunder.
Moltres emerged in a burst of fire, heat rippling the air.
The Legendary Birds hovered, eyes sharp and alert.
Twinbellows growled.
Both heads leaned forward, flames rolling from their maws as the chains along their bodies rattled.
For half a second, the backyard felt like it might become a battlefield that would level the Smash House.
Pit tightened his grip on the leash. "Easy… they're friends."
Red shrugged, completely relaxed. "Yeah. Sure."
Twinbellows sniffed.
Articuno tilted its head.
Zapdos clicked its beak.
Moltres flared, then—unexpectedly—lowered its wings and gave an approving screech.
Twinbellows barked.
The sound cracked the air like a cannon.
The birds responded in kind, cries overlapping—ice, thunder, and fire mixing together into something loud, chaotic, and strangely… playful.
Pit stared. "Oh. Wow. They are getting along."
Red nodded, as if this was the most normal outcome possible.
Nearby, Olimar slowly pushed his glasses up his face.
He pulled out a notebook.
Then another notebook.
Then a third notebook.
Without looking away, he began scribbling furiously.
"Subject exhibits extreme thermo-magical biology," Olimar muttered. "Dual cranial structure… regenerative bone plating… responds positively to legendary elemental lifeforms…"
Twinbellows turned both heads toward him.
Olimar froze.
The dog leaned down, one massive head sniffing him.
The other sneezed—launching a burst of harmless sparks that scorched the grass.
Olimar swallowed. "…Very friendly temperament."
Pit smiled proudly. "Yeah, he's a good boy."
Twinbellows wagged its tails.
Both of them.
From the mansion window, several fighters stared in stunned silence.
Min Min slowly raised her phone.
"I'm posting this."
Link crossed his arms. "I stopped questioning things an hour ago."
Villager just smiled and waved at the flaming demon dog.
Twinbellows barked back.
Somewhere deep in the Smash House, the power scale quietly shattered again.
Outside back in the backyard.
Red looked at pit. "So, what does your Dog eat?".
Pit looked at Red, as he patted Twinbellow. "Mostly fire, but sometimes Dog food".
Red nodded. "Moltres is kinda the same, she only eats fire most of the time, other times Pokepuff, made by Misty".
Pit looked at the 3 birds. "Can, I pet your birds?".
Red looked at him. "Only if I can pet the Dog".
Pit considered that for exactly half a second.
"…Deal."
Red stepped closer first, cautious but curious. Twinbellows' two heads turned in opposite directions, one eyeing Red, the other eyeing the Legendary Birds. Flames licked along its mane, but the heat softened as Pit rested a hand between the two skulls.
"Easy," Pit murmured. "Friends."
Twinbellows huffed. The fire dimmed to a warm glow.
Red reached out and placed a hand on the beast's armored neck.
It was hot. Not burning—more like standing too close to a forge.
"…Huh," Red said, genuinely impressed. "Feels alive. Not like a Pokémon. More like… a god's guard dog."
Pit smiled, proud in a very specific, very Pit way. "Yeah. Lady Palutena says he's technically classified as 'divine wildlife.' I just call him a good boy."
Twinbellows wagged both tails.
Behind them, the Legendary Birds reacted.
Articuno tilted its head, feathers shimmering with frost. Zapdos crackled, sparks jumping along its wings. Moltres flared briefly—then relaxed, flames pulsing in rhythm with Twinbellows' mane.
Pit stepped toward them slowly. "Okay… may I?"
Red watched closely, but didn't stop him.
Pit reached up and gently petted Moltres first.
Nothing exploded.
"That's… warm," Pit said, delighted. "Like a campfire."
Moltres made a low, pleased cry.
Zapdos hopped sideways, eyeing Pit suspiciously. Pit hesitated, then offered a finger. Zapdos pecked it lightly—more static shock than bite.
"Ow—!" Pit laughed. "Okay, that one's spicy."
Articuno allowed exactly one dignified head pat, then stepped away like it had done Pit a favor.
Red crossed his arms, watching the scene with a rare, almost amused expression. "You know," he said, "most people can't do that."
Pit blinked. "Do what?"
"Treat gods, monsters, and legends like pets."
Pit looked at Twinbellows, then at the birds, then back at Red.
"…I just figured they like being treated nicely."
From the nearby garden, Olimar was furiously scribbling notes.
SUBJECT: Angelic Entity + Divine Beast
OBSERVATION: Mutual recognition with Legendary Pokémon
CONCLUSION: Backyard classification is no longer sufficient
Inside the mansion, Min Min stared out the window, jaw dropped.
"…Okay," she said slowly. "I officially refuse to question anything about Pit ever again."
Link nodded, flipping another steak. "Wise."
Villager simply waved at the giant flaming dog through the glass.
Twinbellows waved back—with one head.
Red then looked at Olmar. "I, guess we got a new addition to the Pet club".
Olimar adjusted his helmet, stared at the scene in front of him, then slowly wrote a new bullet point in his notebook.
"Observation: Smash House pets do not follow normal biological rules."
Twinbellows sat obediently beside Pit, both heads panting happily as flames leaked from their mouths like oversized campfires. One head tilted toward Moltres, curious. The other immediately started growling at Zapdos for existing.
"Easy," Pit said automatically, giving both heads a pat. "No biting legendary birds. Lady Palutena says that's rude."
Articuno blinked once, then floated a little farther away.
Red crouched down, cautiously extending a hand toward Twinbellows. The flames parted around his glove, heat washing over him without burning.
"…Huh," Red muttered. "Friendly."
Twinbellows immediately licked him.
Red froze.
Olimar stopped writing.
Link, watching from the kitchen window, whispered, "Is he about to die?"
Red stood back up slowly, his jacket singed, his face covered in soot—and smiling.
"Yep," he said. "Definitely a good dog."
Pit beamed like he'd just been complimented personally. "Right? He's actually really gentle. He only bit Hades once."
Red nodded. "Reasonable."
The three legendary birds circled lower, Moltres flaring excitedly as Twinbellows barked—both heads this time—sending a ripple of heat through the yard. Instead of chaos, though, something oddly calm settled in. Fire met fire. Storm crackled, then softened. Ice shimmered without freezing.
Olimar cleared his throat. "This… may be the most stable interspecies interaction I have recorded."
Min Min leaned out the window. "Are we sure this isn't how the mansion gets destroyed?"
Pit glanced back, thoughtful. "Usually there's screaming first."
As if on cue, a distant explosion echoed from inside the house.
Everyone paused.
"…That's Ridley," Pit said. "Or Sephiroth. Or both."
Red recalled his Pokémon without urgency. "Want to walk the dog a bit more?"
Pit nodded, wings fluttering. "Yeah. He likes the garden paths. Less screaming there."
Twinbellows wagged both tails, flames trailing behind like fireworks as they walked off together—an angel, a trainer, a legendary hellhound, and three god-birds casually redefining what "normal" meant in the Smash House.
Olimar underlined his last note twice.
"Conclusion: Pit should never be considered 'harmless.'"
Meanwhile, in a place that existed between worlds—
where reality cracked and concepts bled into one another.
A man sat calmly in a high-backed chair, legs crossed, hands folded.
Slick black hair. A tailored suit. A sharp, unreadable gaze.
The red R on his chest was unmistakable.
Giovanni did not look impressed.
[Insert image of Giovanni]
Across from him stood a god.
Long hair flowed like living flame—red, green, and pink strands twisting together. Crimson markings framed his eyes like a twisted mask, glowing faintly. His robes were uneven, stitched from shadow and fire, and a cape of darkness flickered behind him as if alive. Thin red lines pulsed along his arms and legs, power barely contained.
Hades smiled.
[Insert image of Hades]
Giovanni finally spoke, his voice smooth, controlled.
"And you want me to join this… Blackwater?"
Hades spread his arms slightly, as if presenting an obvious truth.
"Yes. I think you would be a perfect addition."
Giovanni's eyes narrowed—not in fear, but calculation.
"You gods are usually terrible business partners. Too emotional. Too sloppy."
Hades chuckled. "Oh, this isn't a godly organization."
With a flick of his fingers, the space around them shifted.
Images appeared in the cracks of reality—
fighters clashing in Smash arenas, gods watching from above, champions bending worlds with their power.
"And that," Hades continued, "is precisely the problem."
Giovanni leaned back slightly. "Go on."
"The Smash system gathers power," Hades said. "Souls. Concepts. Legends. It refines them. Controls them."
His grin widened.
"And I despise systems that pretend they are neutral."
Giovanni tapped a finger against the armrest. "So Blackwater is… what. A rebellion?"
Hades shook his head. "Rebellions are loud. Messy. Short-lived."
The images changed again—whispers, shadows, influence spreading quietly between worlds.
"Blackwater is leverage," Hades said.
"We don't fight the system head-on. We seep into it. Poison it. Redirect it."
Giovanni smiled faintly for the first time.
"Now that sounds familiar."
"But," Giovanni continued, "what exactly do you want from me?"
Hades leaned forward, eyes burning.
"You understand empires. Control. Loyalty enforced through fear and reward."
He gestured toward the Smash worlds.
"I need someone who can build an organization inside another organization… without anyone realizing it until it's too late."
Giovanni considered this in silence.
Then he spoke.
"And what do I get?"
Hades didn't hesitate.
"Access. Resources. Creatures beyond your world. And when the balance finally breaks—"
his smile turned sharp,
"—your influence will extend across realities."
A long pause.
Giovanni stood.
He straightened his suit and looked Hades directly in the eyes.
"If I join Blackwater," he said, "I don't take orders. I run my operations my way."
Hades laughed, genuinely amused.
"Of course you do."
Giovanni turned, already walking toward a forming portal.
"Then I'll start by observing this Smash system. Quietly."
He paused for half a second.
"And if your little angel becomes a problem…"
Hades's grin widened.
"Oh, Pit?"
His eyes gleamed.
"…He's already on our radar, with many other."
The cracks between worlds slowly sealed, leaving only darkness—and the beginning of something very dangerous.
Smash House – Backyard
The backyard of the Smash House had reached a very specific kind of absurd calm.
Pit stood in the grass, holding Twinbellows' leash with one hand while casually scratching behind one of the massive two heads. The infernal hound rumbled happily, flames flickering along its mane like a contented bonfire.
Around them, reality struggled to keep up.
Moltres flapped lazily overhead, scattering sparks. Articuno perched on a stone fountain, freezing the water into elegant ice sculptures. Zapdos paced back and forth, occasionally discharging static just because it felt like it.
Red watched the scene with his usual calm, arms crossed. "Yeah," he said after a moment, "this checks out."
Pit looked up at him. "Right? They're getting along great!"
Twinbellows barked—both heads—sending a shockwave of heat across the lawn. Zapdos screeched excitedly. Moltres answered with a flare. Articuno sighed like the only adult in the room.
From the side, Olimar frantically scribbled notes, muttering into his recorder.
"Two-headed hellhound exhibits pack-bonding behavior with Legendary Pokémon… environment currently not on fire… fascinating…"
Link leaned against the fence, arms crossed, staring at Twinbellows.
"…So," he said slowly, "that's your dog."
Pit nodded proudly. "Yep."
Link blinked. "Cool. Cool cool cool." He paused. "Does he… bite?"
Twinbellows turned, one head sniffing Link curiously while the other sneezed a small burst of flame that singed the grass.
Pit smiled. "Only if you threaten me."
Link relaxed. "Good to know."
Sephiroth who arrived crouched slightly, extending a hand toward Twinbellows.
"Alright," he said calmly, "your turn."
Pit nodded. "He likes confidence."
Sephiroth placed his hand on the dog's armored head.
Twinbellows sniffed him… then wagged its tail hard enough to knock over a tree.
Sephiroth smiled faintly. "Yeah," he said, standing back up. "You're alright."
Pit's eyes sparkled. "See? He likes you!"
Red glanced at the Legendary Birds circling overhead.
"So," he added casually, "pet club meets weekly?"
Pit thought about it. "Sure. I'll bring snacks."
Olimar looked up sharply. "Fire-based snacks?"
Pit nodded. "Obviously."
Olimar immediately added a new page to his notebook.
Smash House – Upper Hallway
Sora leaned against the railing, watching everything unfold below. Kirby floated beside him, chewing happily on something that might have been a Poképuff.
Sora sighed contentedly. "Man… I love this place."
Kirby chirped.
Sora glanced toward the sky, where thunder, fire, and divine nonsense danced together like it was perfectly normal.
"…Yeah," Sora added. "Nothing bad is gonna come from this at all."
Somewhere far away—very far away—the cracks between worlds shifted.
But for now?
The Smash House was loud, ridiculous, warm, and alive.
And Pit, walking a two-headed hellhound while chatting with the Demon of Kanto, had no idea just how long that peace was going to last.
To be continued
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