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Clara was asleep in her bed when she was woken up via warp. Her eyes opened redder than usual she sluggishly got up to her feet and looked around. Irritated, due to being rudely woken up from her rest she needed to beat someone to death. Yeah that would relax her.

Unfortunately, the person in front of her was her opponent. Why? Both of them were picked by vote to fight. As the audience was voting for the stage, Clara saw a ring of light starting from her feet heading up to her head. The realization of what was going on stuck her as she instinctively grasped her sword as it appeared.

Her opponent on the other hand was still looking around, confused to what was going on. He was a Hispanic boy wearing a pair of black gloves, black shoes, a brown hoodie, and brown pants.

She suddenly found herself laughing at him. Her anger didn't vanish, of course. The laughter was chilling as the temperature was dropping quickly. As if noticing her for the first time he yelled at her, "What are you laughing about!" her laughing stopped as she laid eyes on him and said, "You're too green."

The stage was already set when Clara rushed toward the boy with her sword in hand going for the kill.

/ The next morning. /

As Clara sluggishly entered the cafeteria section of the mansion, whatever conversations that was going on died as soon as she entered. It was obvious that everyone in the cafeteria has watched last nights battle, if you wanted to be generous that is. Clara went to the vending machine to find a snack with high carbohydrates and a heavily caffeinated drink.

Another person limped in with multiple bandages wrapped around his body, Jose Torres learned something about the Smash Mansion, as an initiation prank the the Veteran Smashers randomly vote for who goes against who while the New Smashers sleep. Unfortunately he went against a demon, at least that's what he thought it was.

"You damned relic! Give me something to eat!"

He saw a girl trying to use a vending machine. He simply inserted a few Smash Coins in the machine pressed the button combination for a bag of potato chips. The girl looked at him with a shocked expression before muttering, "So that's how these relics accept currency."

Jose simply limped to the nearest table ignoring the crazy girl and ate his chips in peace. At least his jaw wasn't broken he could live with that.

Last night on the other hand, it was a blur. All he could remember was a pair of red eyes filled with the intention to kill. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a very large cake right in front of him. The cake stood much like a proud tower, covered in delicious vanilla icing topped with several chocolate covered strawberries.

The cake looked very tempting to eat his hand was already heading toward the cake, despite the fact that he was eating chips merely seconds ago. Besides, it's not possible for a single person to eat this cake completely. He then heard a voice cold and impersonal right next to him.

"Touch the cake. I dare you."

He hesitated for a second before he grabbed a large portion of the cake and shoved it into his mouth.

Clara was about to punch the irritating boy when she felt herself warp. She still punched him. Yet, there was no damage. The ring of light appeared, while Clara's attire remained the same. The boy right next to her looked pissed, his clothes were dyed red. Both of them were on the same team, they both hated each others guts, and they didn't know each others names.

She decided to introduce herself despite the situation, "My name is Clara."

Giving the Red eyed girl a look he responded, "Jose Torres, and stay out of my way if you want to win." he certainly wasn't in the mood for shit..

The opposing team consisted of New Smashers much like herself and the bastard. In fact the opposing team looked a lot like them. Then they realized something. This was a mirror match!

The stage was already set and Clara ended up fighting the blue eyed version of herself. Other than the different color of the eyes and jacket, both of them where equally skilled in technique and speed. In other words, Clara was effectively fighting herself. Clara realized she couldn't win that also meant her copy was in the same situation as she was. Jose on the other hand did his best not to get hit by his own copy. Of course, his own copy anticipated where he would run off and prevented him from distancing himself from the sword fight.

His copy then made the mistake of trying to attack him. Jose prepared to counter when suddenly, his copy jumped over him moving toward its actual target; Clara.

The thought that went though his head wasn't related to any concern he had for her it was more like this, "No way in hell is that guy going to take away my chance for payback! That bitch is mine to kill!" Just before his copy was about to hit Clara, she leaned to the side having her own copy attack it's partner. Apparently friendly fire was on because the copy took damage from the attack.

Taking advantage of this fact as Clara tricked the copies into hitting each other when she was the intended target. While Clara kept the copies busy Jose smashed open a crate to find a Smash Ball and started hitting it immediately. Fortunately, the Smash Ball didn't need much to give him the power.

"As I said earlier, stay out of my way if you wanted to win. ROW ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH!" It didn't sound very cool when Jose said that.

Faster than the eye could see he ran toward the copies and Clara intending to knock all three out of the stage. Clara quickly jumped just as soon as he activated his Final Smash.

[RED TEAM WINS]

Just like that the match was over and both of them were warped back to the cafeteria. Jose stood up and limped away as his body was at it's limit and he needed to rest.

/ Later that day. /

Jose was sleeping on his bed when he heard a knock on the door he opened it, only to find no one there he looked around the door to see if anyone placed a trap only to find a plastic container with a note on it.

I forgive you.

He was confused as who the hell would have the heart forgive him. He opened the container to find a homemade cake inside. "Free food never hurt anyone before." he said to himself before he started eating. By the next morning, he felt like there was a brick in his stomach.

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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Author's note V2: It's been forever since I've wrote a fanfic so forgive me for the lack of quality. (PFFT, quality.) I will be updating this chapter via edit so that it will flow a little better.

Note that I will be accepting OC's so hey it's open season! To do this all you have to do is write out a character sheet. As I don't want my reviews to be cluttered with character sheets, I have a forum for that! It is called OC RolePlay Neo it's in the SSB forums on the second page as of this writing. In that Forum there's a topic to place characters in. Please, put your OC's there I will check to see if they're what I'm looking for. You guys can also Roleplay on the OCRP Neo topic if that's your thing. That also helps.

Again, I thank you for your time. Please let me know what you think.