This is my first SSBB fanfiction. If you don't like murder and stuff like that, then don't read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from SSBB or Nintendo (but I have the game). If I did, then do you think that I would be writing this sentence in the first place?
Summary: All the characters from Super Smash Bros. Brawl are trapped in a single building with a murderer amongst them. The killed lose all while the survivors suffer. Everyone then reflects on their own life- what they have done, and what they will lose.
Countdown to Doom
Prologue: From the Shadows He Strikes
A shadow amongst the shadows crept softly into the dormitory without a sound. In the darkness, only the faint outline of something moving could be seen. The figure entered the room slowly, taking its time. Yes, there was plenty of time indeed. It was about one o'clock in the morning, the time when all those who were in this building would be in deepest slumber- that is, except for he. As he neared the three beds, he could see everything perfectly due to the faint moonlight coming from the single window of the room. Its occupants were sleeping soundly on their beds without any worry, and were waiting for the sun to rise once more and for a new day to come. Carefree, peaceful. Waiting for tomorrow. However, he knew that there would be no such thing as tomorrow for the unlucky one who lay on this cursed bed. He would make sure of that. The one on that bed moaned softly, and shifted positions. By now, he had reached the side of the bed, and his shadow loomed over his prey as the moonlight streamed upon them both. One bloodshot amethyst orb glowed softly in the darkness. Something else, long and slim, glimmered as it approached that great vein of life of its target.
"Enjoy your last nightmare… After all, it'll be your last dream."
With one smooth, quick swipe, it was done. Just as he had come, he left, unnoticed by the rest of the ones in the room and the rest of the sleeping world. Not a single trace of evidence was left behind. Turning his head back one last time, he could see every single feature of the room he had just raided… and his victim. He saw the blood that had now spread through and stained the white sheet scarlet, and the closed eyes that would open no more. He gave a smile of satisfaction and pleasure. It was perfect. Flawless. Faultless. Immaculate. Spotless. Absolutely perfect.
One down. Thirty-three to go.
Yeah, it's really evident. But don't guess who it is yet, because you'll spoil the story for yourself. Please tell me what you thought of this. If you have any suggestions of who to kill off first, then I'll be glad to listen. But they'll probably all end up dying anyways...