3rd Fanfic! Plz review! (don't get angry if I have spelling errors. WordPad doesn't do spellcheck, and I'm not good at finding mistakes)

Zelda tiptoed through the cold, dark room. The walls and floors were navy blue stone, reminding her a bit of Shadow Moses Island. Yet she wasn't brawling. She was looking for something. Something, that of all places, had to be here. It was all up to her.

Where is it, where is it? Zelda thought to herself, walking carefully over the blue tiles, silently putting one foot in front of the other. Usually, Samus would be doing this sort of thing, with the sneaking, the spying, the scouting. But Samus was gone. Gone with the rest of the Brawlers. Every one was gone. Everyone except her.

Zelda turned into Sheik, her alter identity, where skirts and dresses would not restrain her. Sheik was a ninja, so she would be better for this sort of thing.

She listened intently to the sounds her feet made across the dimly lit room, ears tuned to hear the faintest echo, the very wingbeat of a butterfly, even the tiniest drop of a snowflake.

Sheik recalled sadly why she was here, why she had to go on this mission at all. It was sort of a self-appointed mission, but a mission all the same.

Flashback.

Zelda woke up late, around 10:45. The sunlight was streaming steadily through her curtains, making golden spots on the floor. She got out of bed quickly, changing into her usual Hyrulian dress, and placing her golden tiara oh so delicately on her head. Then Zelda remembered that she needed to hurry. Breakfast would still be going on, but everyone would be wondering where she was.

She strode down the stairs, turned left, and stood outside the dining hall. It took a couple of seconds, but Zelda realized that everything was a little... different? No, not different. Something else, another word, another word could describe how Zelda pictured the strange scene before her.

Something was wrong.

Oh yes, something was very, very wrong.

It was silent. Zelda had never heard a silence this great. It was so quiet that the silence pounded on her pointed ears. Not only that, but everyone was motionless. Eyes stared blankly ahead. Zelda was surrounded by statues. Yes, something was definately wrong.

"Guys?" She asked nervously, moving carefully into the hall, alert in every possible way, almost jumpy as she stared at her fellow friends (and enemies). Some had paused right in the middle of eating; forks were halfway to the mouth, some had stopped in the mid-sip of a drink. What happened here?

Tabuu flashed across her mind. Anything this powerful might have come from him. Zelda shivered, remembering how they had defeated him. Lives were lost. Scars still rung their way around Zelda's arm, but they were usually hidden by her long white gloves. Either way, if Tabuu was back, that was bad news. Very bad news.

"Samus?" Zelda walked over to the motionless Samus, who donned her shining Power Suit. The unmoving bounty-hunter didn't reply to Zelda, she just continued to stare. With shaking hands, Zelda touched the helmet. Stone-cold. She lifted up the helmet, slowly and carefully, as if her best friend was an ancient fossil that could turn to dust at any random moment.

The princess gasped. Underneath the helmet was Samus, but something was wrong. Her face was so pale she looked like she was made out of porcelain. When Zelda touched it, it was cold. As cold as death. But what was most disturbing were Samus's eyes. Not only were they lifeless and out of focus, it was like they weren't there. There was no iris, no pupil, just a socket filled with the snowy whites. Yet Zelda could almost feel Samus staring at her, pleading for help. Terror gripped her heart.

Zelda stood back, mouth open in shock. With great speed, she ran worriedly around the room to see if anyone was conscious, if anyone could help her figure out what was going on. Everone was the same. White eyes, cold bodies. They weren't dead, somehow Zelda knew that, but they were close enough.

Mario, Peach, Pit, Ike, Kirby, Marth, Red, Roy, Krystal, Link... Zelda counted the names, trying to find someone who wasn't a statue, but every single one was like this. Every last one.

Wait!

Four were missing.

Zelda was suddenly filled with hope, glad she wasn't alone. Maybe, somewhere in the Smash Mansion, there were living people. They could figure out what was going on.

But this hope only lasted a mere millisecond. The ones that were missing were King Dedede, Bowser, Ganondork, and... Wolf. That could only mean one thing.

They were the ones who set this up.

Flashback end.

And that was why Sheik was here now, looking for the source of the trouble. She wasn't completely sure about how the four villains could have obtained such a complicated weapon; maybe Tabuu did have something to do with it; but she would have to try to find out. It was the only possible hope. And why would Wolf let his brothers, Fox and Falco, become lifeless statues? Maybe they had a fight or something, Sheik didn't know.

Sheik ignored the doubts about her plan and continued with her search, careful to be silent, yet she needed to hear her footsteps. She listened so carefully to them, trying to find the difference between it and the one before it. Sheik needed to find the entrance. There was a door, but years of studying about this castle had paid off in the learning of the secret entrance. (Actually, she didn't figure that out from books, she learned from Marth). At the thought of Marth, tears formed in Sheik's eyes, but she fought them back and continued in her search.

Tap, tap, tap tap, Nothing yet. Tap, tap, tap, taawwp, tap...

Wait a second. Sheik bent down over the tile. She pressed her ear against the freezing stone and listened. The ninja knocked on the tile, her bandaged hand lightly tapping the blue stone.

Taaaapppp. The sound was a hollow, echoey tap. This is it, Sheik thought to herself. She smiled. Now she could get in. Sheik was a step closer to unraveling this mystery.

She didn't think she would ever have to use it, but then again, she never thought this would happen. Sheik gripped the hunting knife that was strapped to the base of her back and slid it out of its sheath. Carefully, she wedged its thin but strong blade into the edge of the tile and lifted upward, trying to remove the tile from the floor.

It was slow, hard work. This secret entrance hadn't been used for a long, long, time (if it had been used at all), and it was hard to move without making a lot of noise. And noise was the last thing Sheik wanted around her. Yet she was finished in a decent amount of time, and there were no alarms or lights going off, so things were pretty good so far.

The only thing Sheik could see down the hole was blackness. There wasn't much of a drop, but she would still have to be quite careful when going down.

The ninja put a leg into the hole, and almost instantly it hit ground. That meant that that the tunnel was only going to be around a foot tall. Sheik sighed and lowered herself into the vent-like tunnel, flattening herself out to full length. Slowly, with her butt sometimes hitting the ceiling, she army-crawled across the cold stone. It was dark, but Sheik was used to the dark, and her eyes soon became acustomed to the gloom. Every once in a while a cobweb would snag her face, or she would run into a turn, or something else that involved something hitting her face would happen, but soon she saw the tunnel lighten a bit.

Sheik raised her head. It didn't hit the stone ceiling until she was in a crouch. On the wall to her right, light spilled in through the slits in the stone, and voices, untintelligible but definately there, were heard. Sheik crawled on all fours, reaching out sometimes, trying to find the ladder she knew was there. Her hand hit something cold and smooth. It was round, and Sheik knew it had to be a piece of the ladder. She stood up, and her head didn't hit the ceiling. But she had only a piece of the ladder.

The ladder was missing.

Sheik raised her arms, trying to find where it came back. When they only found cold stone, she frowned, and, very quietly and carefully, she took a small jump. Her fingers hit a metal bar, and Sheik held fast to it. She began to move her legs up to the ladder, freezing every time one of them scraped loudly against the stone, waiting to hear if the villains in the room had heard her. They didn't.

Sheik climbed up the ladder, reaching the top. In front of her there was an air vent, where she could get into and watch the conversation without being noticed. Like in the tunnel, she got down and army-crawled her way across the air vent, making as little noise as possible. When Sheik reached the vent grate, she looked down onto the scene. Ganondork (everyone calls him that) and Wolf were there, talking in whispers.

"I'm here," A gravelly voice, none other than Bowser's, floated across the room as the door opened.

"Glad you could make it, Bowser," King Dedede said, thumping his big belly. Wolf remained silent, his dark fur sleek and soft, his eyes dark, powerful and menacing in the dim light.

"Where's The Great Ganondorf?" The koopa king asked, sitting down in a large wooden chair. Without looking up, Wolf spoke.

"Downstairs. Apparently someone was snooping around. There was a tile missing on the ground, and an entrance to a tunnel," Sheik froze, but Wolf continued with a shrug, "We're not sure where it goes, it could end up in the garbage chute for all I care, but Ganondork's positive that there's a spy. Oh yeah, that reminds me," Wolf pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it.

"Ganondork," He began, but was cut off when Ganondorf replied Don't call me that! Wolf just continued. "Ganondork" (Growl) "After you've checked out the 'scene of the crime', or whatever, can you check the readings on Slave? I need to make sure all the Brawlers are frozen solid," Sheik barely managed to hold in a gasp. So they did have the trouble-maker thing. Slave. Wolf's ears swiveled in the direction of the gasp, but he didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Sheik thanked the goddesses.

"Fine" Ganondorf growled on the other end of the line. "Oh and Wolf, I did find something at the scene of the crime. Heheheheh" Wolf rolled his eyes.

"Probably his wine glass from the party last night." He mumbled. "He might as well have found a Hello Kitty doll and sworn that tiny kindergarteners were going to infilterate the place," Bowser, Wolf, and King Dedede chuckled.

Sheik inhaled quickly, hoping her breath just sounded like the hum of the vent. Ganondorf did find something at the base of the castle. What had she left? Sheik knew that she hadn't looked behind her when she left into the tiny tunnel, but she was one-hundred percent positive she left nothing. Maybe it was just something Ganondorf was overeacting about, like Wolf said.

"So what are we going to do while Smash is all frozen up and stuff?" King Dedede asked, rather stupidly. Wolf sighed and put a hand to his furry forehead, shaking his head.

"Dedede-" He began.

"That's King Dedede, to you!" The giant penguin shouted. Wolf sighed and continued.

"Dedede-" (grumble) "When Ganondork gets his filthy ass up here we're goin' to throw a party, then go and get the money! The Smashers were the only things holding us back from the human world's filthy gold. We're gonna be rich, baby! Also, Master and Crazy Hand seem to have quite a few bucks stored up, so we're gonna be a-taking them too,"

"Ooohhhhhhh, okay," King Dedede nodded. "I thought we just froze them for the heck of freezing a bunch of people with Tabuu technology," Sheik stifled another gasp. So Tabuu did have something to do with it. From what it sounded, he hadn't returned, yet they had gotten ahold of something he owned/made, or an actual part of him. The ninja shivered, wondering how they did it. Someone had died. Someone innocent, maybe even just a mere mortal.

"Well, I guess we did it for that, too," Bowser said. There was silence for a second or two, but then the door burst open.

Ganondorf stepped in the room, all eyes fell upon him. He had fiery orange hair and skin of a sickly grayish green. He wore black/dark clothing that only emphasized his hair color more.

"So Ganondork," (snickers and a growl) Wolf said. "What did ya get?" Ganondorf sat down quickly.

"Not good news," He said gravly. "Either Slave's messed up or someone's playing a really good prank on us," Sheik pressed her ear against the grate, trying to catch every word.

"What's this about Slave?" King Dedede asked.

"We missed someone in the freezing process," Ganondorf said darkly.

That would be moi. Sheik thought to herself.

"But it's weird. I'll give details later," The evil lord continued. "The one we missed was Sheik. Now we have to hunt the stubborn little brat down,"

Excuse me? Sheik thought. Stubborn little brat? Look in a mirror, brainless.

"I don't agree, Ganondork," Wolf said, head low.

Thank you! The ninja thought as Wolf continued.

"I mean, she is a brat,"

Forget the thanks, loser.

"But I wouldn't say stubborn," Wolf went on, smirking. Everyone else looked at him quizzically, obviously not getting the drift.

"You see," he continued. "Sheik has decided to make life a little easier for us by coming right to the party. She's just a little shy about entering" The ninja froze as Wolf looked right at her, icy blue eyes trapping her in one place.

"Let's invite her in," Wolf growled, and the other three villains laughed. "The way we invite in all unwanted guests," He raised his gun towards the ceiling. Sheik tryed to scramble back to the ladder, but it was too late. Two red blasts shot from Wolf's gun and hit the vent's supports, making it start to fall.

Sheik was sliding backwards, leaving her hands with nothing to grip, nothing to hang on to. In frusteration she slammed her feet against the sides of the vent, making her slow down, but not stop.

You call yourself a ninja? Sheik thought angrily as she tried to reach for something, anything, that would keep her from sliding back into the villain's domain. She could hear them chuckling menacingly, watching her helplessly fall.

Something grabbed her foot. Sheik screamed inside her head as she tried to shake it away. Wolf had grabbed her ankle and was pulling her down the broken vent, an evil smile splitting his face.

"Get off me, you rat!" She screached at him. His gleeful expression barely changed as Wolf wrenched her out of the vent, even though she kicked and struggled with every last possible muscle in her body.

"Awesome Medieval hand-cuffs, check!" Bowser said happily, snapping tiny, cold, steel handcuffs around her wrists as Wolf held her to the floor. Sheik tried to kick Bowser's ugly koopa hands away, but Dogface dug his claws into her shoulders.

"Let's be cooperative now, shall we?" Wolf asked in a voice of exaggerated patience. God Sheik wanted to kick him to hell and back. Just to prove her point, she tried to punch him in that furry little jaw of his, but hand-cuffs wouldn't allow it.

Wolf sighed and took out a small, white hankercheif. Sheik knew what it was and tried hard not to inhale. It was simple at first, but soon her head began to fuzz. Then it swam, making her eyes go in and out of focus.

"Take a deep breath Sheik," Wolf said, and Sheik vaguely heard Ganondorf say to himself, "Impossible," What the heck?

She couldn't take it anymore. Her head was dizzy from lack of air, and she was going to black out at any second. Sheik took a short whiff of oxygen, but she also caught something sweet in the process. Her vision began to blur.

"Damn...You..." She muttered, head swaying, black spots beginning to form and grow at the corners of her pink eyes. Everything went hazy and dark, and the last thing Sheik heard was Wolf's laugh, echoing in her empty mind.

Oh...No...Sheik could barely think straight as she dropped into utter unconsciousness. Was this the end?

So what do y'all think of the first chapter? I want to hear from you, cuz, like, you guys are the audience, and if I'm writing something the audience doesn't like, and no one tells me, then whats the freaking point? That was weird. Anyway, that review button is so sad that no one will press it. Now I'm sad too. You don't want me sad, or else I'll write bad stories. :(

Nah, too emotional. Just review, k?

Much better.