Disclaimer: I don't own this amazing game. I own several of these characters however. If you want to learn about them I strongly suggest reading my other Smash fanfic Life At The Smash Tournament. Sorry if this isn't any good, I haven't written these for a while.
Master Hand, the sentient hand and creator of the Smash Universe, could barely contain his excitement at the sight of everyone filing into his quartz-white halls.
'Welcome, welcome!' he cried, shaking everyone by the hand.
Waluigi, everyone's favourite purple-clad troublemaker and nuisance, attempted to crawl past, but Crazy Hand spotted him and smacked him outside.
'Grrrr! Soon this'll be Super Waluigi Bros., when I'm done with them!' snarled Waluigi. 'I'm a unique fighter! On the bright side, I bet Daisy didn't make it in!'
'Yeeeaaaaaahhhhh! Hi, I'm Daisy!' whooped the orange-clad princess on Sarasaland like a broken record.
'Ow, my ears!' yelled Waluigi.
'How about Dark Samus?' he pondered. 'She's dead. She can't make it in.'
Dark Samus floated in, using her Phazon powers to stun Waluigi.
'Ow! But why?' whined Waluigi like a toddler. 'Surely it can't get any worse? If it transpires that Ridley of all people made it in…no, it's impossible! He's too big!'
Cut to Ridley flying in, grabbing Waluigi and scraping him across the floor.
'Get off me!' whinged Waluigi, brandishing his tennis racket and clonking the space dragon on the head.
'I ain't gonna question any more people, lest they head into the hall.' Then, a couple of seconds later, he said,
'What about Malos?'
Suddenly, a trapdoor opened and a hand pulled him down. Waluigi was spun round several times until he faced a blade to his throat.
'Someone namedrop me?'
'Malos?'
'Yes, it's me. The one and only Malos, the Endbringer!'
'What are you doing here?' asked Waluigi, genuinely astounded.
'Looking to crush the competition, just like you. Only I'm not even an Assist Trophy like you are.'
'How do you know that I want to join Smash?'
'Buddy, I could hear you mumbling outside.'
'Sounds reasonable.'
'Why don't we team up? Seeing as we both have the same goal.'
'Yeeaaaahhhh!' screamed Waluigi in his nasally voice.
Suddenly, a small yellow figure who had wandered outside fell through the trapdoor.
'Pichu?' cried Waluigi.
'Yes, I am here. Couldn't have wasted any more time.'
'You can talk?' enquired Malos.
'Of course. Would you like Reason 1 or Reason 2?'
'Reason 1.' said Waluigi.
'Reason 2.' said Malos.
'Okay. Reason 1 is that the author of this fanfic, Lord Hyness, wanted me to talk for the sake of the plot. Reason 2 is that I trained myself to talk since the last time I was here.'
'The real question is why you have such a deep voice for an adorable-looking thing.' muttered Waluigi.
'Doesn't matter.' sneered Pichu.
'Tell you what. YOU DON'T MATTER! GET OUT!' screamed Malos.
'Oh, but what if I told you that I'm perfectly willing to go along with your plan?' continued Pichu, completely unfazed.
'Why would you?'
'Because I hate that infernal hand, for holding me back for so long. When I first arrived at these grounds, I was deemed too weak, doomed never to return except as moral support. Since that fateful day, I have been training nonstop, manifesting my hatred into a source of power, so that I may return and exact my revenge on him and everyone here. And so far, it seems to have worked.'
Pichu quickly Skull Bashed Waluigi and used Thunder, proving his newfound strength.
'Why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?' he cried.
'Good to see it works. I don't care if he is an object or a person. If anything, objects and people are the same.'
'But if you're fighting now, haven't you gotten what you wanted?'
'Foolish Malos. You haven't been listening, have you? It's too late now. Maybe if he'd let me back at, I don't know, THE VERY NEXT TOURNAMENT!'
Waluigi got up, and said,
'I suppose we're all in it together. But remember that it's always Waluigi time! Hah hah hah!'
'I thought it was Reyn time…' mumbled Malos.
The three villains smiled with deranged looks on their faces as they began to hatch their insipidly despicable scheme.