Hi, I'm SuperFalcoBro
Hi, I'm SuperFalcoBro., (w00t, first fic), while I'm introducing myself I just wanna say that Falco will be the protagonist of most of my fics. So, this first one is a horror, inspired by BabyGurl278's What Lies in the Dark and mbrothers Ice in the Desert. So read….. Now………………… You're still here?...READ!!
BTW this stars SSBM, SSBB, and my idea of SSB4 chars.
Smashing Death
Smash Skyscraper: Floor 31
"Sweet-a. Fourth year in a Row-a." Luigi exclaimed after checking his e-mail. He had found a new message from Master Hand saying that a Fourth Smash Bros. would soon be in production and that he would return as an unlockable-AGAIN!
"What-a? Fourth-a year in a row for what-a?" asked Mario, Luigi's ultra-famous older brother.
"A new-a Smash-a, of course-a. The newcomers arrive-a tomorrow morning. And I'm an unlockable again-a! YES!!"
"Soooo what's-a so great about-a being an unlockable?"
"All of the Unlockables are-a better. In both-a Melee and Brawl they made up-a most of the top-a ten-a."
"So? The Starters are more-a recognizable-a. We are-a much more-a popular-a."
"Whatever, ima tired. Go-a downstairs." Luigi says, not really thinking of a comeback, although he knows it is still on both his and Mario's mind. Mario takes the stairs down to his room, on Floor 30, while Luigi gets in bed and goes to sleep. He leaves the light on.
5 hours later, Luigi wakes up. The first thing he notices is that he is actually awake. He is one of the heaviest sleepers in the mansion. The second thing he notices is that all the lights are off.
Why are the lights off? I never turn them off when im in here. After that lousy mansi-uggh, I don't even want to think about that adventure. So the lights, All of them burnt out? Impossible. Power Outage? No, my clocks still working. Mari-No they were still on when he left. So what could have happened?, he wonders, his eyes darting around the room for some clue.
The moment he finishes that thought, he hears a thump from the other side of the room, where the stairs and elevator are. Now Luigi was really scared. Nobody could get in to each others rooms without the owner letting them in or a secret pass code that only the owners of each room knew.
He hid under the covers, as if that would help him escape from whatever was coming. He heard footsteps coming closer to him. Closer… closer…closer. Suddenly, they stopped. He tensed up, waiting for something to happen. The wait was over. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his arm, and realized that he had been stabbed. Again on his other arm.
He let out a big cry of pain, just before the knife, sword, whatever it was that the intruder, who was obviously trying to kill him, was holding dug into his back, right between the shoulder blades.
The footsteps came back, going further and further away. Luigi suddenly found the strength to crawl out of bed, and go towards them. While he was struggling to get to the elevator, he heard the unmistakable sound of someone running down the stairs.
He finally got to the elevator, which had a post-it note on it. It said:
Luigi,
I would take the stairs if I were you.
Is this idiot for real? The Plumber wondered, He( or she) just runs down the stairs so loudly that Mario could probably hear, and they're telling me to follow them so they can push me down or something. I'm not falling for-A burst of pain stopped his thought. He really needed to get moving.
He looked up at the elevator dial and saw that it was on his floor. That was good. As he did this his vision began to blur from the pain. He blindly found the button to open the door. It opened as it should, and Luigi stepped forward…..
Into nothing.
He fell down into the elevator shaft, swiftly losing blood and consciousness. Below him he saw two elevators. One was going up, while the other was going down. The descending one had something very small and yellow on top. Because of his now reduced vision he couldn't tell what it was. He also didn't know how close he was to dying.
His lower body hit the ascending elevator, which was still slightly below the other. He landed on his butt, with his legs hanging off the edge. A moment later, the down elevator came down on his legs, ripping his legs from his torso, and launching his upper body into the air. He lands on top of the other elevator, stomach first. In his last moment of life before his head crashes down and explodes into a bloody mess, he sees what the yellow thing is. A post-it note. It only has three words on it.
Told You So
Back on floor 31, a tape recorder, cleverly hidden in the stairwell, replays the sound of someone running down stairs.
Phew, one less person to write –a's at the end of a lot of words for.
Yep, No more Mansion. It's a Skyscraper now
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