nah. I think a ring should be his item. like, if you pick one up, you get one hit which does no damage. it'd be a life saver against a falcon punch or a final smash which does one hit
anywho, I was currently writting a new fanfiction on smash bros for fanfiction.net. why tell you guys? well, apart from Whyt, my original character (I thought him up before is joined the forum (oh yeah, he's british too)) Sonic is gonna be one of my characters that I focus on. I'm trying to limit it to three, so i don't have to work hard on 22 individual stories, and then more as an increasing amount of franchises enter.
so, here's a snippet, and I'll give you a link when I put it on the site:
Whyt was brought out of the virtual world and into the pod. As he stepped out, he held his stomach and mouth, as if he was going to be sick
“Are you alright?” Master Hand asked
“Well, no. Can I-” Whyt started
“Very well, glad you’re fine,” the house master stated. He then pressed a big, round, shiny, and overly tempting button on the keypad, “Sonic. Sonic to the admin room please.” A second or two later, the door behind them creaked open and a four foot tall blue creature stood, rubbing his eyes, his night cap still perched on his head. Whyt raised an eyebrow. He had never seen something like this, especially one who wore white gloves and red shoes, “Whyt, this is Sonic the Hedgehog, one of our newer occupants. Sonic, this is Whyt Diablos. He just arrived this morning from Tera.”
“Yeah, hi,” Sonic started, “Master Hand, when is my room going to get heating? It’s freezing up there, and this hat is starting to itch.”
“Sonic, for the last time, we are still developing,” Master Hand explained, “Ike seems to be coping”
“That’s because he controls fire! He’s developed natural warmth! The last time I had anything to do with fire, I was shot in the heart by some genie’s magic arrow!” Sonic exclaimed, finding new energy from his anger
“… Say, why don’t you give Whyt a bit of a tour? Just a little walk around until lunch, alright?” Master Hand asked
“But what about-”
“Alright?” Master hand’s statement was so daunting, it called for some dramatic lighting and evil music. Sonic gulped, and cowered back a little
“So… Whyt, was it?”
hope you like it
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