SilverKnight
Smash Cadet
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The Subspace Emissary
Chapter 1: They fight... because it is all that they know
Many years have gone by since the Smash Brothers had valiantly freed themselves from the whims of the Master. With no Hands to guide them, the warriors would part silently. Even though the Melee was over, there was a sense of unfufillment in the air.
Adaptation to normalcy was much harder than anticipated. Fighting was all the Smash Brothers had ever known... no one really left the battlefield. As thoughts of fighting filled their heads, memories of the past Melee faded.
Imprisoned once more as trophies of war, many of the Smash Brothers had returned to the old way of life. They were mysteriously drawn to battle for the amusement of others... Satisfaction came in the form praise from a faceless audience. Unlike the control of the Master, only the fallen became trophies, devoid of free will. Once one is victorious, they have the option of living as they choose.
Oddly enough, most fighter's chose to fight once more... wishing to fill the void that haunts them. The rules of engagement were never questioned... nor were they stated. They knew them, and feared them. It was just the way things were.
As fate would have it, this 'endless' cycle... wasn't to be 'endless'.
....
"AND HERE HE COMES, FOLKS! THE PUMMELER OF PENNINI, THE WRECKER OF RIGATONI, THE LUNITIC OF LINGUINI...."
"Oh, enough with those pasta comments, really..." said the Princess,
" I know you are trying to be a splendid commentator.... and you are, yes quite.. but you see..."
"AHEM... THE RANGER OF RAVIOLI.."
"It's overdone." said a somber, elegant woman.
If the annoucer had been tangible, he would certainly been giving her a blank stare. The woman spoke with authority, unlike the first.
"There is no need for such things, be mindful of the intrests of those around you. I speak for the audience on this. Use moderation, if you please... "
There was a slight pause...
"MARIOOOOO!!!!"
A trophy was thrown out onto the battleground.
As it touched the stage it sprang to life, met by a roar of excitement from the audience.
"Oh! Do your best for me, Mario!" cheered the perky princess.
"This-a one, she is for you! Peach!" Mario shouted back.
"Oh, isn't he just the greatest thing, Zelda?" chirped Princess Peach.
"He has his charms," Zelda replied, "that much is certain."
"AND THE CHALLENGER IS.....!!!!"
Mario raised his fists, switching to a fighter's stance.
"THE MAD HATTER!!! THE COPY..."
"Control yourself." said Zelda cooly.
"KIIIIIRBYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The second trophy was tossed, landing on its head, rather comically. A poor wake-up indeed, the Pink puffball came to life.
The crowd roared with laughter. Between giggle fits, Peach glipsed a faint smile on Zelda's stern face.
"Oooowahhh" it sounded, surveying its surroundings, disoriented.
"Byuuuuoh?"
Kirby smiled and closed its eyes.
"HIIIIEEEE!!!" kirby exclaimed waving childishly at the audience, unaware that he had just looked extremely foolish.
"Aww, you are so cute Kirby! " Peach yelled out.
Mario turned red, and pulled up his sleeves.
"Oi! Kirby! Letsa get this thing a-started!" he shouted, his voice with a slight aggrivated tone to it.
"Boyo!"
Kirby nodded.
"READY....?"
...
...
"GO!!!"
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To Be Continued~
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Okay so, my first Fanfiction, ever. So yeah it mostly sucks on a huge scale, but I just love writing so here it is ! ^_^
If you want I'll add more whenever you want it XD
I've got enough time to spare. (Too much actually) Either way, I had fun with it, so if any of you wanna comment, correct my horrible grammar/spelling, make fun of it I thank you in advance. Feedback makes me feel warm inside.
*cough*
Anyway, thanks for devoting a few minutes of your life to reading my story. =)
More to come if anyone want this thing to continue.
Chapter 1: They fight... because it is all that they know
Many years have gone by since the Smash Brothers had valiantly freed themselves from the whims of the Master. With no Hands to guide them, the warriors would part silently. Even though the Melee was over, there was a sense of unfufillment in the air.
Adaptation to normalcy was much harder than anticipated. Fighting was all the Smash Brothers had ever known... no one really left the battlefield. As thoughts of fighting filled their heads, memories of the past Melee faded.
Imprisoned once more as trophies of war, many of the Smash Brothers had returned to the old way of life. They were mysteriously drawn to battle for the amusement of others... Satisfaction came in the form praise from a faceless audience. Unlike the control of the Master, only the fallen became trophies, devoid of free will. Once one is victorious, they have the option of living as they choose.
Oddly enough, most fighter's chose to fight once more... wishing to fill the void that haunts them. The rules of engagement were never questioned... nor were they stated. They knew them, and feared them. It was just the way things were.
As fate would have it, this 'endless' cycle... wasn't to be 'endless'.
....
"AND HERE HE COMES, FOLKS! THE PUMMELER OF PENNINI, THE WRECKER OF RIGATONI, THE LUNITIC OF LINGUINI...."
"Oh, enough with those pasta comments, really..." said the Princess,
" I know you are trying to be a splendid commentator.... and you are, yes quite.. but you see..."
"AHEM... THE RANGER OF RAVIOLI.."
"It's overdone." said a somber, elegant woman.
If the annoucer had been tangible, he would certainly been giving her a blank stare. The woman spoke with authority, unlike the first.
"There is no need for such things, be mindful of the intrests of those around you. I speak for the audience on this. Use moderation, if you please... "
There was a slight pause...
"MARIOOOOO!!!!"
A trophy was thrown out onto the battleground.
As it touched the stage it sprang to life, met by a roar of excitement from the audience.
"Oh! Do your best for me, Mario!" cheered the perky princess.
"This-a one, she is for you! Peach!" Mario shouted back.
"Oh, isn't he just the greatest thing, Zelda?" chirped Princess Peach.
"He has his charms," Zelda replied, "that much is certain."
"AND THE CHALLENGER IS.....!!!!"
Mario raised his fists, switching to a fighter's stance.
"THE MAD HATTER!!! THE COPY..."
"Control yourself." said Zelda cooly.
"KIIIIIRBYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The second trophy was tossed, landing on its head, rather comically. A poor wake-up indeed, the Pink puffball came to life.
The crowd roared with laughter. Between giggle fits, Peach glipsed a faint smile on Zelda's stern face.
"Oooowahhh" it sounded, surveying its surroundings, disoriented.
"Byuuuuoh?"
Kirby smiled and closed its eyes.
"HIIIIEEEE!!!" kirby exclaimed waving childishly at the audience, unaware that he had just looked extremely foolish.
"Aww, you are so cute Kirby! " Peach yelled out.
Mario turned red, and pulled up his sleeves.
"Oi! Kirby! Letsa get this thing a-started!" he shouted, his voice with a slight aggrivated tone to it.
"Boyo!"
Kirby nodded.
"READY....?"
...
...
"GO!!!"
---------------------
To Be Continued~
--------------------
Okay so, my first Fanfiction, ever. So yeah it mostly sucks on a huge scale, but I just love writing so here it is ! ^_^
If you want I'll add more whenever you want it XD
I've got enough time to spare. (Too much actually) Either way, I had fun with it, so if any of you wanna comment, correct my horrible grammar/spelling, make fun of it I thank you in advance. Feedback makes me feel warm inside.
*cough*
Anyway, thanks for devoting a few minutes of your life to reading my story. =)
More to come if anyone want this thing to continue.
