Flat-Minded (a super smash bros fanfiction)

A few hours passed. Mr. Game & Watch hadn't gotten a nanosecond of sleep. He was still wide awake, staring up at the ceiling, holding his blanket closely and tightly. In the house and throughout the Flat Zone, all was peaceful and restful, but inside Mr. Game & Watch's mind and body felt like a war room. Those complicated concepts— "evil", "immoral", and "right and wrong"— swirled around in his mind, making him feel like he was swimming in a stormy sea, waves relentlessly crashing over his head.
Mr. Game & Watch sat up and tossed off the blanket. He needed to relax his tangled mind. He thought that maybe some warm milk or a brisk walk outside would help. He was about to hop out of bed when something about his closet grabbed his attention. He uttered a small, question-like beep and stared at the open closet. He thought he saw something in the dark closet. It looked slender, white, and humanoid.
"Beep?" Mr. Game & Watch uttered.
Huh?
What was this thing, and how did it get in his closet? He certainly didn't own anything like it. He climbed out of his bed and slowly stepped closer. When he peered inside, he saw a tall skeleton standing propped against the wall. He froze at the very sight of it. His heartbeat grew rapid. He felt like he was in a dream. This didn't feel real. It was absolutely surreal.
The skeleton looked down at Mr. Game & Watch. Mr. Game & Watch saw the skeleton move its mouth and heard a voice.
"You hurt a lot of people... you evil creature..."
The skeleton stepped forward and relentlessly swung its bony hands at him. Whenever the skeleton would strike him, he wouldn't feel physical pain, but the question "am I evil" would strike his mind. He had attacked many with the intention to hurt them, just like that one Flat Zoner he knew.
Mr. Game & Watch stumbled and fell, and the skeleton kept attacking him, attacking his mind. He screamed out, feeling helpless.
Peach was in the kitchen, looking in the fridge, when she heard the scream ringing out. She hurried to his bedroom and flung open the door.
"Mr. Game & Watch! Are you alright?" she exclaimed.
She saw Mr. Game & Watch curled up alone on the floor, letting out loud, stuttering beeps. She rushed to him and stooped down next to him.
"Are you alright? What happened?" she asked, putting a hand on his shaking shoulder.
He instantly got up on his knees and clung to Peach. Peach blinked, and her eyes widened. She could only imagine what was going on inside his mind. Pac-Man woke up.
"Wh-what's going on?" he drowsily asked, staggering to them.
Mr. Game & Watch still trembled and beeped as he clung tightly to Peach, and tears were even streaming down his face.
"Shhh, calm down, you're going to be alright." Peach said, gently patting him on the back.
Pac-Man put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him as well.
"Gosh Peach, what do you suppose is wrong with him?" Pac-Man asked.
Peach put a gentle hand on Mr. Game & Watch's jaw and lifted his face.
"What is it, Mr. Game & Watch?" she asked.
Mr. Game & Watch beeped with a trembling voice, wetness streaming down his cheeks. Pac-Man became alarmed.
"What's he saying?" Peach asked, quickly turning her face toward Pac-Man.
"He's saying, 'Peach, am I evil?'" Pac-Man translated, staring wide-eyed.
Peach looked back at Mr. Game & Watch's face and saw his tears, his frown, stress marks under invisible eyes, all wracked with despair.
"Of course not! Don't let what that man said get under your skin! You are a good person! Don't go questioning your moral values just because one man said otherwise." she tried to assure.
Mr. Game & Watch looked lost. He spoke some more, his voice frantic. He loosened his grip on Peach and slowly let go, looking tired.
"I cannot understand 'evil' or 'good'. I cannot understand 'moral values'. I feel like I don't know who I am anymore." Pac-Man translated.
Peach stared, her blue eyes sparkling with sympathy, as Mr. Game & Watch put a hand on his head. He was so tired and even felt lightheaded. So many complicated things had been thrown at him. Soft beeping suddenly came from around the door. What's going on? Is Mr. Game & Watch okay?
Pac-Man glanced toward the door and saw Manhole standing, frowning, worry in his large eyes.
"You look like you need to lie down." Peach told Mr. Game & Watch.
She helped him up and walked with him to the bed as Pac-Man talked to Manhole.
"Yeah, he's gonna be okay. He just... he just panicked over something, I think." Pac-Man tried to explain.
The innocent spirit repeated, Panicked?
Pac-Man nodded. Manhole let out a small giggle, a little bit of a smile on his face. He told Pac-Man he was relieved that Mr. Game & Watch wasn't hurt. He then explained that Mr. Game & Watch's scream and the way he touched his head reminded him of another Flat Zone spirit, someone who had been concussed frequently. He said that the spirit's head hurt him often, that he'd scream some nights. Manhole's smile had fallen to a serious frown as he talked about this other spirit. Pac-Man lowered his eyebrows sadly and widened his frown.
Manhole looked at Mr. Game & Watch. He was laying in bed now. Peach was standing by his bed, singing softly, her hand on his shoulder. Pac-Man glanced over there as well. Manhole asked if Mr. Game & Watch would be alright. Pac-Man looked back at him and nodded. The innocent spirit nodded back, his smile returning, and left the room.
Pac-Man walked toward the bed and stood next to Peach. Peach finished singing and took her hand off Mr. Game & Watch's shoulder. He was sleeping now. Peach looked at Pac-Man.
"Pac-Man, I'm worried. I've never seen him so torn." she said.
"I think it has to do with what happened a few days ago." Pac-Man uttered.
Peach's eyebrows lowered.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Mr. Game & Watch attacked a lot of us a few days ago, for no reason." Pac-Man said.
Peach's eyebrows lifted.
"He what?" she gasped.
"That doesn't seem like him, not at all!"
"I know. He didn't seem like himself when he attacked. He acted cold and aloof, and he didn't even respond when I tried to talk to him." Pac-Man explained.
"Something's not right about him. I think he needs help."
Peach looked at Mr. Game & Watch, then back at Pac-Man.
"You may be right. I just can't stand to see a nice little creature suffer like that." Peach replied.
"We'll talk to him tomorrow, so we can understand his problem more. Then we will be able to get him some help. For now, we should let him get some sleep."