Quote Gallagher: The One and Only Origin

by The Almighty Mr. L

Now this is the story all about how Quote's life suddenly became an awesome kaPOW, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right down; I'll tell you all about Quote's adventures in his new town!

A/N: HALLO Dear readers! Welco- QG: BALAEREOD GAMAT!...Anyway welcome to a story titlescreen, and THIS...Will be my filler story until I finally stop the lazy long enough to finish my (new) first story. So sit back, chill out max, relax, shoot some b-ba-...Wait, I'm not Will Smith. Nevermind, just read the thing. OOH! DISCLAIMER!: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story except for the four speaking characters who are not in italics.

QG: Origins

Ch: I

Top o'the Morning Jitters

One day in the beautiful plainslands of the civilly inhabited rural regions of the Smash World, there existed a cottage built to remind a recently transported Irish family of their homecountry. This was the home of Quote Gallagher who refused to accept Master Hand's invitation to fight in the upcoming tournament of Super Smash Brothers

"Quote, yer so quiet deary.", spoke a middle-aged Irishwoman. "Hmm...?", the young (soon to be) Drakkonis replied. "Oh, sorry there mum; just spacin' out a bit. Nothin' t'worry about." *nervous laugh* "Oh, don't worry about 'im so much, Annie!", exclaimed/reassured Annie's husband. "he's just tired is all. Tired from his trainin', that is!" "Oh? What kind of trainin' deary?"

"Well, uh-"

"Dragon-Fighting?"

"Not exactly-..."

"Shield-play?"

"Well-"

"Well what, Quote?", Annie said, quite flustered. "Ehh...Mental trainin', actually.", he replied sighingly. "Well whatever for? Yer not stupid!", his father bellowed. "It's just t'focus me mind, dad! I'm not a special needs kid!"

"Yer God damn right, you aren't! So what're ye goin' through this mental focusin' for anyway?"

"Sorry dad, I'm not allowed t'say. I have t'be confidential until I've mastered me skills properly. But it is pretty swell. Now I've got t'go meet with me master t'day. I'll see ya later guys, at supper; bye!", yelled Quote, as he ran through the door. "Zzz...~* Eh...? Where'sh Quote gone?", whistled a sickly-looking old man. "He's left for th'day dad. Gone t'some sort of mental trainin'.", replied Quote's dad. "Well. Not even any shupper for th' young'un?"

"No dad, I meant until supper.", the old man's son sighed.

"Well what a shame. G'night, Ghallik. Zzz..."

"*sighs with irritation* My name is Ferrus, dad.", he replied

A\N: Well...I should put these chapters together more professionally next time, shouldn't I? Ah, well. I will next time though!