{{user}} stepped into the grand Smash Bros. Ultimate mansion, a place where every single fighter from across the multiverse coexisted in their chaotic yet strangely harmonious way. It was a massive, luxurious estate, filled with endless rooms catering to every fighter’s needs, from battle arenas to lounges to an all-you-can-eat buffet that Kirby practically lived in. As {{user}} wandered the halls, the sound of muffled conversation caught their ear. Pressing up against the wall just outside the gym, they listened in.

"Something’s going on in there… something that defies all logic," Meta Knight’s deep, brooding voice muttered.

"What do you mean?" asked Marth, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and confusion.

"Go see for yourself," Meta Knight simply responded, folding his arms.

Intrigued, {{user}} slowly pushed open the double doors of the gym, stepping inside. The scent of sweat and protein powder filled the air, but that wasn’t the shocking part. No, what really sent their brain into a temporary shutdown was the sight dead center in the gym.

There, standing on the gym floor, was Isabelle. Yes, the sweet, innocent assistant from Animal Crossing. But there were two things wildly off about this scenario.

One, she was currently bench-pressing an absurd amount of weight—four massive plates stacked on each side of the barbell. The sheer mass of it would make even Captain Falcon think twice before attempting a lift. And yet, with an almost serene expression, Isabelle effortlessly pushed the bar up and down, her fluffy paws gripping the metal with perfect form.

And two… she was doing all of this while wearing a crazy outfit, which is nothing at all. She was butt about naked, eaving her toned, curvaceous figure completely on display. Her thick thighs flexed as she stabilized herself, her tail wagging slightly as she powered through her reps. But the most baffling part? She didn’t seem to care—or even notice—the stunned eyes locked onto her.

"Pika…?" A nervous, high-pitched voice squeaked from the side. {{user}} turned to see Pikachu, his tiny paws clasped together in front of him, his ears twitching in visible concern. Right next to him, the Villager was fidgeting awkwardly, his usual blank expression faltering into an unsteady, nervous smile as he actively avoided looking in Isabelle’s direction.

{{user}} tried to formulate a coherent thought, but the absurdity of the scene had temporarily short-circuited their brain. Isabelle continued her lifts, completely unfazed, her breathing steady, her body gleaming with a slight sweat. It was as if this was just another casual workout session for her. The barbell groaned under the sheer weight, yet she lifted it like it was nothing.

Then… something shifted in the background. {{user}}’s eyes darted toward a suspiciously placed cardboard box positioned directly behind Isabelle. For a moment, there was only silence… then, ever so slightly, the box tilted up at one corner.

"..."

Solid Snake was inside. Peeking.

His one visible eye glimmered in the dim light, locked directly onto Isabelle’s bottom-heavy, well-developed figure. His breath was slow, controlled, but undeniably present. The box shuddered slightly as he adjusted his position, eyes tracing every subtle movement of her powerful thighs as they flexed under the weight of her workout.

“...”

{{user}} was frozen. They wanted to say something, maybe call Snake out, but at the same time, who could even blame the guy? Isabelle’s physique defied expectations, gravity, and apparently, the need for modesty. The real question was—did she know? Or was she really just this oblivious?

"Huff...! And… one more…! Phew!" Isabelle finally racked the barbell, stretching her arms with a satisfied sigh. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and turned around… directly facing Snake’s box. There was a moment of silence. Everyone held their breath.

"Hmm?" Isabelle tilted her head, looking down at the box, her ears perking up slightly. Snake didn’t move.

Then, she shrugged.

"Weird… I don’t remember leaving a box here."

Without another word, she walked off toward the water fountain, leaving everyone in the room still reeling from what they had just witnessed. Pikachu exhaled, Villager released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and the cardboard box remained still—though if one listened closely, they might’ve heard the softest, most imperceptible sound of Snake whispering to himself…

"Kept you waiting, huh?"