PitFTW's and Foxpilot's Romance Contest
He thirsted for nothing, hungered for nothing but her. She was the reason he lived, the reason he breathed. He had gone through numerous dungeons, undertaken numerous quests for no one else but-
"Her. We get it!" the young man yawned. Famous for his story, "Week of the Blue Sun" among others, he was known to most the fanfic writing community as Foxpilot. "Do us all a favor and stop making the guy sound like some kind of perverted stalker."
"Excuse me, but who's telling the story here?" the brunette girl demanded. "And I'm not making him sound like a stalker!" The spectacular, if slightly infamous authoress and ringleader of "Guardians Arise!" was clearly irritated at having her work interrupted by her comrade's brazen remark.
Pit leaned over and took the manuscript the girl was holding. "… Sorry to say this, PitFTW, but Foxpilot's right. I mean, serious, 'She was the reason he lived'? That sounds like something grabbed right out of Pikana's head!"
PitFTW scowled. "And you're telling me that you two think you can write a better romance than I can?"
"Well, I don't know about those two," Master Hand said as he floated in, earning an indignant shout from Foxpilot. The hand was carrying a small portfolio. "But I'm sure that there are plenty of writers out there who would be willing to try their hand at writing a good alternate universe romance."
Foxpilot nodded. "Especially with Valentine's Day just around the corner…"
Master Hand nodded and placed the portfolio in front of them. "Now, it has come to my attention that though there have been many contests in this section and many more romances, many of them have a common thing. They all take place in some kind of house known as a 'Smash Mansion' where a tournament between fighters is taking place. There have been some variations to this, of course, but-"
"But what we're trying to say here is that we're downright sick and tired of having to run around all the time in the 'Smash Mansion' or 'Smash Castle' or whatever," Pit said bluntly. "So for this contest, we propose instead placing us in an AU of some sort. Take us to World War II, the Middle Ages, Mars, whatever! So long as you don't follow what's considered canon around here."
PitFTW raised an eyebrow. "And what is considered canon around here, besides the whole Smash Mansion thing?"
Master Hand pulled out a list. "Well, it has always seemed to be established that these fighters came from their own worlds, that Crazy Hand and I are the leaders and organizers of the tournament, and that there is always someone like Tabuu trying to kill us all or something like that. The terms of this contest state that to qualify, the story must be a romantic AU that has nothing to do with a Smash Mansion or tournament of any kind."
"The less 'canon' the setting, the better," Pit added. "Just don't go crazy. We don't want any OOCness."
Foxpilot picked up a paper from the portfolio. "It also says here that PitFTW, Cherry4567, and I will host and judge this contest… winner will receive a collaborative oneshot and the top three will possibly receive a certificate if PitFTW can get her Photoshop to work for her. Wait, this 'Cherry' person sounds familiar, but I don't think I've heard of her in quite some time. Who is she?"
"She's a rather well known authoress, of course," Pit answered.
"Well, we've seemed to just about cover the contest," Master Hand reached for the portfolio, but it was soon snatched away.
PitFTW read over the papers inside it, frowning as she did so. "Hold on, that's it? All the contestants have to do is write a little AU romance story? Aren't there any rules to this?"
Master Hand shifted uncomfortably. "Well… Marth was actually supposed to make up the rules, except-"
"NO YAOI!" Marth ran in and waved a sign around. "NO YAOI! NO YURI! SAY NO TO YAOI AND YURI! I'M NOT GAY!"
"MARTH, SHUT UP! WE GET IT!" Pit shouted. "NO YAOI! WE GET IT! ENOUGH WITH THE FREAKING PROTEST!"
"SAY NO TO YAOI! YAOI IS BAD! BAD! BAAAAAAD!"
"SHUT UP!" PitFTW grabbed Marth and threw him out the window as Foxpilot chuckled in the background. Despite that, Marth was still shouting about his protest.
Foxpilot stopped laughing and sighed. "Giving in to Marth's demands, Rule #1 will be to please refrain from any homosexual pairing being prominently portrayed in your story. However…" he held up Diddy's severed head. "Excess Panther and Diddy bashing is A- OK!"
"Foxpilot!" Master Hand glared at him.
Foxpilot sighed. "Fine… Panther bashing gives you extra points!" he got slapped. "Ow! Okay, fine!"
Pit coughed. "Rule #2! Script format is not allowed! But poetry, songfics, and all other kinds of stories are."
"Rule #3," Master Hand said. "No prominent OC and Smash pairings. Yes, you may include them in the story, but they cannot be part of the main pairing. We wish to keep this SmasherxSmasher or SmasherxSome other videogame character if need be."
"That brings us to Rule #4," Foxpilot said. "If you are to include characters from another game, please state which game they are from. Some of us don't know who the heck Shinon is! He can be from Kirby's Epic Yarn for all we know!"
PitFTW grinned. "And of course, with every contest, there's a word limit! You must write the entire story in… 9001 words!"
"IT'S OVER 9000!" Foxpilot shouted. He got punched in the face. "Urmph! Okay, I deserved that. Perhaps we should put on a chapter limit, though. Some people don't do well when restrained by a word limit. So the chapter limit is four chapters exactly. Yes, Prologue and Epilogue count."
Master Hand took the portfolio. "Well, since the contest is starting a bit later than usual, the deadline for all entries is the 28th of February. I can only wish all the other authors good luck. With these maniacs running the contest, you might need it…" he disappeared.
While Foxpilot and PitFTW were discussing the contest, Pit opened a notebook and started writing his own story. He had always wanted to try his hand at writing something. Perhaps, just maybe… if this story was good enough…
He stood upon the roof overlooking the great city. His cape whipped all around him in the breeze. If it had not been for the few streetlights down below him, his world would have been completely bathed in the thick darkness caked all around him. Flashing gold in the faint light, his eyes scanned the streets below, searching for but one thing.
The ultimate prize.
The greatest of all prey.
A woman…
