(A/N: Hey Everyone! Its your favorite blue shelled Koopa, Kooper, here and I welcome you to my 2nd Fanfic: Sucked into the Smash Universe! I believe that this will be an interesting story as ill be inserting myself and a couple of my friends in this story. (who ill introduce throughout the story) Also to anyone who is still reading my first fanfic, Don't worry. it isn't discontinued, it's taking a bit longer to write since I'm trying something new that a reviewer suggested. Its probably going to take a while before i get it done. So to keep you (and me) from dying from waiting, I give you the first chapter of "SSU"!

Have you ever wonder what it would be like to jump into a video game? To be in your favorite character's footsteps and experience their adventure first-hand? I was one of those kids, the ones that always had problems keeping fiction from spilling into reality. I had always imagined what it would be like to jump high like Mario, to run fast like Sonic or to have Kirby's ability to copy anything that he swallowed. As always, I believed these would stay as dreams. But after what had happened that day, it had proved a famous saying:

Nothing is impossible...

Chapter 1: An Eventful Day

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The sound of my alarm clock forced my hand to lazily tap the dresser that my alarm was perched on. After a minute of mindless tapping and knocking various objects over, I managed to finally smack the snooze button on my alarm clock, halting the obnoxious beeping sound. Groaning, I rolled out of my bed and flopped on to the ground, waking me up instantly. I got up and looked around my room. My room was an average sized bedroom with my bed being on the far left of it with another bed on the far right, just for when if I had a guest over. Near the front of the room was a plasma screen TV, perched on top of a TV stand with a opening in the front to store stuff. And in it was where i would place my glorious gaming systems. I had the Playstation 3 out since most of my single player games was for it, and i haven't invited anyone over for a while. The rest of my gaming systems were in the closet located to the left of my TV and in a bin i had found when i was cleaning the attic at one point. Anyway, I got up and dragged my feet into the closet and closed the door slightly, to hide from potential embarrassment from my parents if they were to walk in as i only had a pair of boxers on at the moment. After a few minutes, I had finally acquired a descent outfit which consisted of a red Polo shirt with white stripes traveling horizontally across my shirt, a pair of blue jeans and to finish my outfit was my trademark gray hoody, which i never left the house without. I then proceeded to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was a black teen, 16 years old with a baby like face, as my friends had called it, and had very short black hair. I spent five minutes cleaning my face and doing other bathroom things before trotting downstairs into the kitchen to grab a quick snack for the road and snag my backpack, which was heavy as I carried around many objects in the bag. Everyone else couldn't pick up my bag, but they was astonish to see me pick it up easily with one hand and sling it on my back with no problem. After shouting goodbye to my grandma, who responded back with the same thing, I rushed out the door and ran for the bus that was waiting outside.

On the bus, things were the same as they were every morning; people falling asleep and doing homework that they refused to do the past night before. I sighed as I slumped into my seat and wondered what mind-numbing lessons the teachers had in store for us at school. After 30 minutes, the bus had pulled up to our school and the bus driver had to call us, since everyone was either asleep or busy at the moment, to get off the bus. I walked off the bus and strolled into the front door of my high school. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a crushing bear hug from one of my friends, Dylan. Dylan was a tall, slightly burly, mixed kid that I had known for about 7 years. He was known for his random outbursts and general craziness, kinda like Ed from that show I used to watch before it stopped coming on. He was wearing a black "Of Mice And Men" T-shirt and black jeans. As his shirt implied, he was into heavy metal, something which I disliked heavily but i never judged him or my other friends who were also into bands like that.

"Hi KT!" Dylan greeted me after he released my neck as that was what he could reach on me without bending down.

"Hi Dylan..." I said, massaging my neck. "Whats up?"

He shrugged, "Nothing really... Just hanging out here until school starts."

"Ahh. Well is anyone else here yet?" I questioned him, referring to the other 2 people who were apart of our group. He shook his head in response.

"Well lets head to the band room and wait for them." I said as I started walking towards the stairs, Dylan close behind.

When we reached the Band room, I saw that a few kids sitting in there but our usual spot was open as always, so we strolled over there and plopped down next in an area with cubbyholes where people could place their instruments. We were where my instrument was, along with the other low brass instruments.

"So," I started, leaning on my Baritone case causally, "What are you planing to do after school today?"

Dylan, who was sitting Indian style on the floor across from me, just shrugged in response.

"Me either." I admitted, sighing. "maybe the other guys will have an idea of what to do."

"To do what?" Me and Dylan turned our heads to the owner of the voice. It was our other friend, Austin. Austin was 3rd person in our group and was also the youngest. Austin was white, slightly built, and had a full goatee on his face, making him look older than he actually was. Today he was wearing a plaid shirt with blue, dark blue and red on it and regular blue jeans. He plopped down next to Dylan, who gave him a bone-crushing hug as well.

"Dylan.. Need... Air..." Austin managed to say due to the lack of air his lungs was receiving. Dylan chuckled then released Austin, who caught his breath.

"Dylan, you are going to kill some one if you keep doing that." Austin said.

"So?" was Dylan's reply, making me and Austin facepalm in response. "My mom always said to kill them with kindness."

"I don't think she actually meant to kill them..." Austin deadpanned.

"I don't care."

"You should. Because if you kill me, ill haunt your ass as long as you'll live." I playfully threatened, Austin snickering in the background.

He was about to smack me with his long arms but he stopped to say "Hi Jordan!" I whirled around to look. Sure enough, Jordan was standing there looking at Dylan like he had lost his mind, and he was right too. Jordan was the last member of our group and was the oldest. (I was the third oldest as Dylan had me by a couple of months) Jordan was white, slightly taller than me and Austin and was noticeably... round. While Jordan looked threatening, he was a big softy once you got to know him. Jordan was wearing a black T-shirt with a skull smoking a cigarette and camo shorts. He also had a Harley Davis jacket.

"Hey guys" He said.

"Sup Big Guy" "Hi Stay Puff" "Hey Jordo" We all greeted with our own nicknames for him. Jordan glared at Dylan before sitting down next to me.

"So," He started, looking at me, "anything special planned today?"

I sighed, "I was hoping you or Austin had any ideas."

"None that come to mind..." Jordan trailed off as he started thinking.

"Me either..." Austin mumbled.

Dylan must have had an idea because he was shaking me vigorously in order to get my attention.

"What! WHAT!" I yelled out loud, smacking his hand away.

"you know..." Dylan started, making me raise my eyebrow in confusion. "I've never been to your house before.."

"Neither have I..." "Same here" The other two mumbled softly.

"So?" I asked, still not getting what he was implying. Dylan had a bored look on his face.

"I thought you was the smart one! Figure it out!" Dylan spat out. Frowning, I thought for a second.

"Well... do you want to come over then?... I guess?" I asked questionably. Dylan's face brighten as he, yet again, hugged me very tightly and said, "Yes!" I yelled in agony before he dropped me.

"ugh..." I groaned as I laid on the ground face first. I felt Jordan wrap one of his tree trunk arms around me and hoisted me on his shoulders. Sometimes it bothered me deeply how people could easily pick me up like this, but I disregarded the thought as Jordan, along with Austin and Dylan following us, walked out the band room and went to our first period.

After 7 hours of school...

The bell for dismissal finally rung, making my fellow classmates cheer slightly as we all flocked out towards the hallway. I went to the front door and went to the side to wait for my friends. Sure enough, I saw them walking up to me. I met them halfway so we could plan what to do.

"OK. So during lunch, I called my grandma and she says y'all can stay for the weekend." I told them. Everyone cheered.

"my mom said she has no problem with it." Austin informed us.

"Same with my mom, she said you're a safe person to be with." Dylan admitted.

"Gee, I wonder why? Oh that's right, Because I keep you from endangering your life all the time!" I said sarcastically, ignoring the sign Dylan flashed me. The thing about Dylan was that bad things always happened to him and I (or one of the guys) would have to save him many times.

"Do I even have to say it? My mom loves you." Jordan bluntly stated. If my face wasn't dark, they would have seen me blush slightly. Clearing my throat to cover my embarrassment, I ushered everyone to the bus, where we got on and sat down in the first two seats. Austin and Dylan shared a seat while I had to share a seat with Jordan, who barely fitted in a seat by himself. Needless to say, I was being crushed to the wall of the bus.

"How are you doing back there?" Jordan asked me as he looked back as best as he could, a smug grin on this face. I responded by landing a swift elbow to his side, earning a grunt in response. "Fatass" I thought to myself.

"So Kimani," Austin called over to me, "what can we do once we get over to your house?"

I muttered something, but Jordan's body muffled the sound.

"He said that we can play his games when we get there." Jordan translated.

Dylan pushed Austin back to the wall, who started curing Dylan out in Italian, (Austin was half Italian and i understood a handful of it) then asked, "Do you have Super Smash Bros. Brawl ?"

"He said yeah." Jordan said after hearing my muffled answer. We spent the rest of the bus ride chatting. (Jordan was on translating duty since I couldn't talk at the moment) The bus finally pulled up to our stop and we exited the bus.

I gasped as I got off, "Thank god." Jordan patted me on the back, almost knocking me over.

"At least you wouldn't leave me standing on the bus." Jordan said.

"Yeah, your lucky im such a good person..." I responded, rolling my eyes. It was true, no one else would have gave him a seat. We walked towards my house. After I unlocked the front door, We went inside where I proceeded to call my grandmother to see if she was home. I didn't get an answer so I guess she stepped out for a moment.

"Well, this is my house." I said, raising my arms in the air.

All of them said, "Whoa."

Jordan said "I didn't think your house was this big..."

I shrugged then said," Yeah, Me, my grandmother, mom and a bunch of my cousins helped build it."

After they got over their initial shock, we went upstairs to my room.

"Err... No offense Kimani... but its kinda small for the 4 of us..." Austin trailed off, after he saw the size of my room.

"I know that!" I said defensively, "We just came upstairs so I could grab the games." It was then Dylan's turn to ask me a question.

"So where are we going then?"

"The basement." Everyone looked at me. "just wait and see."

When we went downstairs to the basement, everyone's face except for mines and Jordan's (His basement was sorta like this as well) jaw dropped as they saw my basement. My basement was the size of a typical living room. With a couch capable of fitting 4 people on it, 3 with Jordan being one, a recliner to the left of it and a rocking chair, which I had thought was weird, and a 32' Plasma screen, it was the ideal place for us to hang out.

"This...is...AWESOME!" Dylan squealed in excitement, making everyone cover their ears.

"Dibs" Me and Austin shouted as we dove to the couch. Jordan shoved Dylan out the way and sat in between me and Austin, making us fall into him when the couch cushion dipped towards him. Dylan, after smacking Jordan in the head, just plopped into the recliner. I got up and hooked up the Wii up to the TV. I then pulled out 4 Wii controllers out of my jacket , each of them a different color. I already had dibs on the red one as red was my favorite color. Jordan reached for the black one, but Dylan snagged it before him, making him growl. He then looked at the other two and chose the blue one. Austin was left with the green one which he happily took. We turned towards the TV as its displayed the title screen. I went through all the menus until it showed the character selection screen.

"All right Dyl," I said, using his nickname I made for him, "lets see how good you are."

"Bring it." Dylan said as he picked Captain Falcon. I winced slightly. While his Falcon Punch was slow as hell, his knee was just as deadly which was hard to dodge at moments.

"Hmm.." I pondered as I though who could counter Cap. I decided to go with Mario just for the heck of it.

"That doesn't surprise me..." Jordan said as he picked Bowser, which everyone saw coming as our facial expressions showed it. He smashed me and Austin in the chest, since he could reach us, as he got our inside joke.

" *koff* ow..." Austin moaned in pain as he chose Diddy, who was his favorite character. Since we had all our characters, I chose the stage, Final Destination ,and the game was started.

Somewhere unknown...

"I don't know what to do.." A figure said dejectedly. It seem to be floating. Another figure floated next to him and put what had seem like a giant index finger on the first person...or thing.

"Don't worry brother," the second figure said in a slightly insane voice, "we will find the chosen ones."

"I hope your right, Crazy" The figure said before an alarm went off.

"Master," The figure known as Crazy said, "It seems there are more humans playing." Master sighed as he floated towards the giant screen. When the light from the screen flashed on him, you could see him as a giant white glove. This was Master Hand, Master of the Smash Universe. (or something like that...) The other floating hand was his more insane brother, Crazy Hand. Master Hand was the one who made the Smash Tournament, A Tournament designed to pit Heroes from distant lands against each other. The first Smash Tournament, He was able to get 8 heroes to enter. The second one was better than the last one as they had at least twenty (I don't know the number that one had) heroes that time. Now its was around that time for the 3rd Annual Smash Tourney and this years was the biggest as 50 heroes (give or take) had signed up this year. But sadly, a dark power had risen from the depths of Subspace and took over the land. Master and Crazy, as well as the Smashers, had tried to stop it, but it used a special attack that left Master weakened and Crazy had to teleport his brother to safety. As for the Smashers, they were turned into trophies and scattered around the land. Master and Crazy couldn't lave the Smash Manson, where the Smashers lived for the time being, and search for them since the dark power could track their unique energy levels. Master had heard of the legend that told of four otherworldly heroes that could save them since they were harder to track. Master sighed again as he looked at the screen. The Mario player (Me) was starting out well as he dodged every one of Captain Falcon's attacks and countered with his own. The Captain Falcon player (Dylan) was launching a barrage of attacks towards Mario, making him dodge more than he intended to. The Cap. landed a devastating Falcon Kick to Mario's face, launching him off the stage. Mario fought back by using his cape to stall in the air, use F.L.U.D.D to push him closer to the edge before finally using his Super Jump Punch to snag the edge. He then dropped kicked Cap in the chest, knocking him away before Mario chased after him.

"Ahh. Clever." Master said.

"Meh. It was OK I guess. Not violent enough." Crazy said, making Master sweatdrop.

Crazy focused on Bowser and Diddy. Diddy (Austin) was abusing Bowser (Jordan) from the air as he kept pounding on him from above. The Bowser player seemed to have had enough because he started to viciously attack Diddy with a series of attacks ending with a powerful Headbutt, knocking Diddy out. (it was a Stock Battle and we had one life)

"Hmm.." Crazy said deviously, "I like that Bowser's style."

"Of course you do. Diddy was doing good too, using his dexterity to his advantage vs a powerhouse like Bowser." Master admired as he saw Bowser pound his way over to the other two and fried them with his Fire Breath. Mario drop kicked Bowser in the snout before Fire Punching Capt. in the face, ending him when he Meteor Smashed him down past the platform. Mario and Bowser charged at each other. Mario slid under Bowser, popping him up into the air before flip kicking him and smashing him down with a Meteor Smash. Bowser quickly got up and used his Whirling Fortress attack to knock away Mario before jumping over him and struck him with a Bowser Bomb attack, almost killing him. Mario did an Ukami to stop his momentum and ran towards Bowser. Bowser used his Fire Breath while Mario fought back with F.L.U.D.D. Mario's attack didn't do any damage but it pushed Bowser off the edge. Before Bowser could tuck in his shell to do his Whirling Fortress attack. Mario Head Stooled him, making him fall off and dying.

"..." "..." The two hands were speechless from that last maneuver.

"...They have to be the Chosen Ones, Brother." Crazy finally said, snapping Master out of his trance.

"Err.. yes. I think your right Crazy." Master nodded. (somehow)

"Well, shall we?" Crazy said, making a gun shape with his body...err hand

"Lets" Master said as he lined up with Crazy. The two beings charged up energy to their pointer fingers before firing a white beam at the screen.

Back in the real world

"YES!" I yelled as I danced around in victory. "Eat it Dylan and Jordan!" The two looked at each other before coming after me. I yelped then ran away, the two close after me. Austin face palmed before he saw the TV switch off. Confused, He went to turn it back on, but then the TV flashed a bright white light, blinding him for a second.

"GUYS!" Austin shouted, making Jordan and Dylan (I was tucked under Jordan's arm) come over. Austin pointed frantically at the TV. Jordan dropped me harshly on the ground before walking up to the TV, Dylan doing the same thing. I groaned as I got up.

"...What did you do?" I asked Austin, who shrugged in response. We all inched closer to the TV before it flashed again, this time sucking us in with us screaming the whole way.

(A/N: well that was the first chapter of SSU. Srry if it felt kinda slow-paced, but the next chapter will have a bit more action