Malik at this point does not bother being surprised by the appearance of yet another live toy. When Super spots him, he wears a big smile on his face, jumping towards Malik's feet and shouting a greeting.

"Hi!"

"Shh!"

"Malik? Is there something wrong in there?" His mother asks from behind the door.

"N-no, Mom! I'm just almost fainted from the smell of one of my dirty socks."

"Hurry up and find something clean wear! We don't have much time left!"

Malik looks back down at his third Amiibo, putting a finger over his mouth and clasping his hands together to silently say please. Super seems to get the situation and keeps quiet. Getting on his knees, Malik takes a closer look at the toy. In his mind he is going over all the possibilities that could spark such bizarre series of events.

He knew that this question will get him no where. He however needs things to go back to normal. "How are you guys coming alive?"

Super stares at the palm of his right hand, his left foot, then shrugs. "Before gaining sight of this new.. stage? All I remembered is getting beaten up by Purple..."

Malik notes how he shivers at the thought of her name before allowing a slight smile to form on his face. He does not know why, but he starts to gain the feeling of natural innocence and trust from Super. Despite being freaked out by yet another toy of his coming to life, he cannot help to feel relaxed when near this particular Amiibo.

"Well, worry not. She's gone."

"Really!? That's good. No more seeing that scary monster ever again..."

To Malik, he thinks it's crazy how this person or thing has the same voice as an actual Luigi, yet lacks the accent...

"Where am I anyway...? How is it I can see you... right in front of me?"

"You are in a different reality, I suppose..."

"...Strange"

"Yes, it is weird."

Awkward silence*

"Well... I need to get changed." So do you mind occupying yourself with something that does not involve looking at my direction?"

"Of course!" He shouts happily again.

"Malik!?"

Jumping from the sound of his mother's voice, Malik shushes Super once again.

"If she knows what kind toy you are, there is going to be a lot of drama!" The sentence is in the form of a whisper more than an exclamation, but Super still got the message, 'Do not let anyone know of your existence'

He nods and scurries off to explore the wondrous stage that is Malik's room.

Malik doesn't want to wear anything fancy, even if it is some nice little snazzy restaurant. Walking to his closet to see the clothing he haves available, he picks out a dark grey button-up shirt with the words 'Undesired' in bold on the left front which is the shirt pocket area. The pants he chooses are jeans which is a blackish blue. Sighing, he walks over to a corner of the room that shelters his bag of clean socks. After deciding on a grey pair, he picks up his black running boots, his favorite shoes to wear.

It may be considered weird for most people, but Malik enters his closet closes the door and changes in there just so he will not get spotted by his roaming Amiibo that is now pretending a toothpick is a sword.

After switching from pajamas (that totally did not have the artwork from super Mario 3 on it) to something to wear in public, he examines himself in the mirror.

"Feeling good, looking better!"

"Does that mean you are ready yet?"

The dreadful sound of the door nob turning is heard and Malik reacts to it like metal reacts to a microwave by jumping on top of Super who is on the bed inspecting his broken toothpick, resulted from him mimicking Links downward aerial attack. His shout of surprise sounds more like a bad impression of a duck when he gets squished under the boy.

His mom strolls in to see him laying casually on his bed.

"...What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the last seconds of fresh relief before I have to stand again."

"...Well at least you seem ready... Now all we have to do is wait for your dunce of a father."

The sound of the door opening makes Malik's ear twitch in slight excitement. He was always happy to hear his father coming home...

"Hey, Malik! Got that sketchbook you waned!"

"Oh really!? That's great!"

The boy would have gotten up to rush towards his father if not for his certain predicament. This hesitation causes his mother to look at him strangely. Not a while later afterwards, the dad's head pops into the door frame of the room. "Malik?"

"Leave the boy alone, Martin. You need to get dressed."

Martin gives his wife the same bizarre look Malik gave her when he was told he was about to start doing dishes as a younger kid.

"In case you are wondering, we are going to dine with the Merchant family."

"Ugh, not the merchant family..."

"What is what everybody and their family?" Everyone could tell she tried to restrain herself from pouting like a disappointed child on Christmas day.

"I just don't like their arrogance. I don't like how that woman does too much in terms of looking fancy and prissy, I don't like that dude who lists every achievement he have gotten in a topic, both good and bad, and I just don't like that little girl period because I know the little spoiled brat is going to grow up to be like those two! What's there to like about them?"

"They're a lot nicer than they seem, trust me.."

'You sure about that? I think I heard that little kid calling Malik a geek."

"And that was when they were about ten to nine. I promise you, she has matured and they are not bad people just because of a few social flaws."

Martin seems to think for a small moment. "I really don't want to go..."

The next thing Malik knows, he hears his dad in the room with his mother, the latter blocking the exit from within.

"You're not getting out of here until you have changed." She says cheerfully.

"Ugh, can I least have some privacy."

"No..." Her voice seems to freeze time itself, creeping Malik out who just waits in his room and occasionally gives his Amiibo an honest smile. "...You may not"