Huh…My first fic in the Horror section. Be easy on me people, I'm trying my best.

This story is somewhat scientific, and will follow the thoughts and actions of Dr. Mario. Expect lots of idle, educated thinking in this chapter. he he he…

Anyways, I'm going to try to make this as scary as possible, and it will just be using the SSBM characters, plus Pit, Snake, Meta Knight, and Wario.

It will not use the characters from my big story, Supremacy.

With that said, are you people ready to wet your pants? (I wish… I doubt I'm that good, though…)

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The year is 2007…Time's been flying by so fast during my research, that I have had no time for enjoyment. I believe I shall take a break after my next project. It may be my greatest yet!

SNAP

One white rubber glove slapped onto my left hand, and with my left…

SNAP

I put a rubber glove on my right.

"Let's get this operation started." I said seriously.

I walked up to the operation table in the darkly lit room. The only light was an extremely bright fluorescent light that was set in a bowl shaped shade that hung from the ceiling by a few steel cables, and of course the cable that supplied the power to the light.

Today was an especially tough job. Heart transplant.

I sweated nervously as I strode up to the table, and stood next to my nurses.

Already, they were opening him up. (Ugh…need I mention I find insides disturbing?)

They had his heart that was to be used in a container of sorts on a moveable table that was next to the operation table.

I really don't know how they protect such frail organs. It makes me wonder.

I had no time to lose. I carefully did my work, and removed the man's heart with much care, and properly disposed of it while my colleagues prepared the heart for implant. After I finished cleaning myself up, I hurriedly strode over and did the next step of my imperious job. I carefully placed the heart, and used a few low power lasers to melt the vein and artery tissues together to connect the heart, and then we began the hard work of properly sewing the man's chest back together.

It was all almost over, when things took a terrible turn for the worse.

He flatlined.

The work room was full of chaos as I and my assistants rushed for the defibrillator, and we desperately charged it, and I held the conductive plates down as somebody flipped the switch and released the charge. The shock made the body jump, and his pulse weakly beat. We charged up another shock, and just as expected, he flatlined again, and we shocked him back to life. He flatlined a second after we got him started back up again, and we worked desperately to revive him. I panicked as I shocked him over and over again, but to no avail. I refused to believe it…

"Sir…I'm sorry." One of my assistants said gravely.

I could do nothing but watch with the deepest remorse as they covered the body with a white sheet. Out there, somebody waited for the day he would have come back…but I failed them. What they would get would be the exact opposite of what they expected.

Even after my assistants cleared out of the room, I stood in front of the table. After a moment, I slowly pulled myself together, and walked with heavy steps toward one of the sinks that lined the operation room. I disposed of the gloves I used, and rinsed my hands with a good deal of soap, and after drying my hands, turned to leave the room.

I stopped at the door, and took one last look at the bed, where my last patient perished.

I reverently shut the door, and walked down the hallway to go home, and prepare my resignation papers.

I was losing my touch. He was the third patient in a row that I had failed, and I no longer wanted to fail my patients, who had trusted me with their very lives. I failed them all, and I never wanted that to happen again.

I came upon Princess Peach, who happened to be one of my assistants that had helped me in my failed operation.

"You…you're doing it, aren't you…?" Peach asked.

"Yes." I replied. "I'm resigning."

"Then…I will too." She said determinedly.

"No…Don't be stupid." I said. "You're needed here. You're the best nurse here. Me…I've outlived my usefulness, and there are others better than me. It's time I stepped aside and let them do their jobs."

"…You're right. I can still help. But that last operation took a lot out of me, and I think it's time I went home for the day." Peach sighed tiredly.

"I'll drive you home, then, after I've signed us both out." I said. She nodded, and sat down on a nearby bench, while I walked down the hall and passed a few of my fellow workers.

I walked back behind the front desk, and conversed quietly with the lady managing the appointments. I got her to sign both Peach and I out, and then I went back to Peach, and left with her out the back door.

I unlocked the car with my hand held…button thingy, and I opened the passenger side door to let her in. I walked around, and hopped into my seat, and started the car up.

I don't feel like going into detail about where I drove, and whatnot, but we both ended up at the Smash Mansion, our current residence.

If I had to honestly say I was good at one thing, I would now have to say it was battling. Ironic, that. Now I'm better at hurting people, than curing them…

"Well, I'll be inside, if you need me." Peach said. "Don't do anything stupid or drastic, like committing suicide, hear?" She said seriously.

"Of course not! I'm not that stupid, I assure you." I assured her.

"That's good. I'll be inside, like I said." She repeated. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I replied. I wish it was…

I turned off the ignition, and parked the car. After that, I locked it back up, and walked into the front door.

Mario was waiting for me there, and he seemed to know what had happened already.

"I'm-a sorry…about what happened." He said.

"There's nothing to be done. I think it's about time I resigned, and found something else to do with my life." I replied. "Thank you, though."

"If-a there's anything I can-a do, please, let-a me know." He said quietly.

"Thank you, I'll keep your offer in mind. I promise, if I find a way that you can help, I'll let you know."

"Ok. I'll be around, so don't be afraid to talk if you-a need to!" Mario said, after walking off.

I sighed, and walked upstairs to my room, to gather up my equipment, and locate my resignation papers…

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Huh. I hope this is a good start. I must warn you, this is NOT a funny story, and I will do my best to terrify you. I must first build up the events, until it gets to where it is scary.

Are you patient? And if you are…are you brave enough?

Please, review, everybody. I must know how I am doing for my first scary fic. (Even though it's not scary yet…YET!)