Author's Note:

Well, this idea has been brewing around in my head for quite some time, now…

I am quite a huge fan of Super Smash Brothers and this indie game called Iji (seriously, try it out; I can just about guarantee you that you'll like it), so, I figured, why not try a crossover? This story shall primarily be a slice of life-y one, with an over-arching plot that you will probably only make itself known on occasion, like in another SSB fan fiction, You, Me, and Him (which I also highly recommend that you check out; I think that I might be easily impressed...). There will also be no romance, so, for those turned off by a lack of it (heh, heh), leave if you feel you must. And for those of you who are wondering why this is not in the actual Super Smash Brothers/Iji section? Well, I can pretty much confirm for certain that it won't be seeing the light of day, as A) most crossovers aren't that popular to begin with, B) Iji isn't the most popular game either, C) and, as such I would imagine that it would go nearly entirely unnoticed by anyone and everyone in a crossover section that will have one story, and D) I'm an attention-grabbing (and needing) git who E) loves to break the rules. Hah, nah, just kidding. I don't demean myself in that kind of manner… much.

As for scheduling, I think that it will be updated weekly, and if not that, probably bi-weekly. Like most people, I've plenty of free time; it's just that I sometimes lack the motivation to get off of my lazy arse and do something productive. Oh, and apologies for that ahead of time, by the way!

For those that have not yet played Iji, don't worry; the general plot of the game and the characters will be explained in-story, though this also means that MY STORY WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR IJI! You have been warned, my fellows!

Disclaimer:

Iji, Super Smash Brothers, and any referential materials found in this story do not belong to me. They belong to their respective developers and subsidiaries, and I claim no ownership of them.


Dimensions and Realities

Prologue: Unknown Variables


"Anomaly." A title that she had been called as far, far more often than she cared for as of late. A brief sigh left her mouth at this thought. Getting up from the chair she was sitting on, stretching afterwards, she looked up at the unhuman being that practically towered over her. "What is it, Ansaksie?" The black-clad, nine-foot-tall alien answered, "Something strange has happened." A short, contemplative pause from her. "Well, stranger than usual, at least. A teleporter has apparently gone on the fritz in Deep Sector. A Soldier – Yukabacera, was it? – apparently got bored and hacked into it, entering in some random co-ordinates. You know that when someone does this, the teleporter simply doesn't work, as it can't connect to another teleporter that doesn't have that matching set of co-ordinates, correct?" A nod from the relatively tall, brown-haired human. She inexplicably felt as if she has heard something like this before.

"Well, this one connected anyway, meaning that there somehow is a telepad that had similar coding and co-ordinates to match ours. And who knows where it leads? Everyone down there has been trying to shut the thing down, but, for whatever reason, it just will not do so. At this point, they're questioning whether they should just get a Tasen Elite over there and blow the thing up with an MPFB. It's causing that much trouble." Ah, yes. Now she remembered where she heard this from, before. "Is it going to be like that one problem with Sector Z?" Now, that was a strange occurrence, the debacle with Sector Z. Ansaksie shook her head in the negative, and the human couldn't help but exhale in relief. "As far as we can tell? No, it isn't. It might become one, though, which is why your brother asked me to come retrieve you. He thinks that the solution might be in sending you through and disabling the cause of this thing before it devolves into something dangerous, like last time." And the relief had immediately vanished. "Not again," she muttered, putting a hand up to her face to rub at her brow, aggravated and worried that this might become an issue. "I guess I don't have a choice, huh? Alright. Let's go." She was just beginning to get invested with some additional schematics for reconstructing their situation, too. 'This is going to be a bad day, isn't it…?"

The alien and the human walked on for a decent length of time, the twenty-year-old having to accelerate her pace every now and again to keep up with the significantly taller Assassin. The two only occasionally exchanged words as they travelled; they didn't really have a whole lot to say to each other, which lead to some lengthy stretches of comfortable silence. The scenery eventually transitioned from the greys of Sector X to the greens of Sector Nine, and the green-eyed woman, recognizing their location, began climbing up a latter to her right, the helmeted alien simply teleporting up to the ledge with a yellow-white flash, instead. After waiting for a few moments for the human to climb up, the odd-looking pair continued on, coming to a locked and bulky-looking grey door. The female human knocked twice, and, raising her voice slightly, said, "Hey, it's me and Ansaksie!"

A good few seconds passed, and the door cranked open, a gaunt-looking, eight-foot-tall alien greeting the two. A bit of purple was visible on a couple of spots between its armor, showing off its lavender skin-shaded. It stepped aside, closing the gate when they passed into the threshold of the room. "I still don't get why you guys have these security doors around. The Komato are all gone, and you're safe now, so why keep them?" The gold and gray-clad alien shrugged, saying in a tongue that was clearly not English yet undeniably feminine, "Old habits die hard, I suppose. I mean, it was barely a week ago that we – and, by extension, the entirety of our race - were about to die. Plus, well… We may be a bit paranoid at this point, but what if there are still some Komato left here on Origin?" The Elite glared a bit at the Assassin next to the woman, with said woman shrugging back. Despite their differing languages, the human responded back, "I guess." She took notice of the Elite's hostility. "And you don't need to treat Ansaksie like that. She may be a Komato, but she's not your enemy." The Elite deflated a bit, saying, "Maybe so, but I've lived most of my life fearing death from them…" The Tasen seemed to try cheering itself up, saying, "Well, that aside, we're glad that you're here. That damned telepad won't shut off not matter what we try; not even Yukabacera, who's the one who hacked the thing to begin with, can shut it down. We're beginning to wonder if we should just—"

"Blow it up with an MPFB?" the only human present cut in, a small smirk on her face. "… Yes. How'd you guess?" She stole a quick glance at Ansaksie, answering, "Well, word travels fast. Especially when you've got a person who can teleport a mile or two in a few seconds." She chuckled a bit, the Elite joining in, with said Assassin merely shaking her head in mild exasperation. "Right, right. So, you going to come, or not?"

"Well, why do you think I'm here?" she responded, her irritation at this new predicament returning a tad. The tall alien backed off a bit. "Well, all right, then. Come with me; we're going to Deep Sector." They did so, and a couple of minutes later, they were there. Taking the grey, green-lit lift downwards, the three waited a solid two minutes or so, the cyan-skinned Assassin idly tapping a foot on the currently moving floor while she waited. Eventually, the lift came to a halt, and they continued onwards, hopping down the occasional ledge. The human felt a bit of unease at being here again, as she did not have any kind of fond memories of this place; a relatively small number of days ago, she wandered down here, curious as to what this place contained, only to find nearly a dozen human corpses strewn about the place, most all of them having been killed by a blade of some kind, if the gouges on their bodies were of any indication. Only a couple of minutes after her discovery, and she was nearly killed herself by a large amount of Komato Assassins, only surviving because of her keen battle instinct and highly advanced Nanoweaponry. Ansaksie was not among those numbers; in fact, she wrote a log that the human found, the contents of which essentially telling the Assassins in the area to fight her if they wanted, and that they were going to be on her tail shortly, warning her as to the presence of the threat, if perhaps unintentionally.

However, that was then, and this is now. The bodies were given respectful burials, and the ever-looming threat of the Komato has been dealt with, with only a handful of Tasen and humans being left alive in the end after the other aliens' assault. 'It's all over, now,' the human thought. 'No need to be getting cautious over nothing…' The brown-haired human, the Tasen, and the Komato finally came upon a groups of roughly a dozen other Tasen, who's appearances ranged anywhere from a similar appearance to the Elite to being the human's height and wearing blue rather than gold. There was also another human, who, aside from his somewhat shorter height, gray hair that looked rather startling for his evident age, and yellow eyes, bore a strong resemblance to the long-haired female. "Hey, Dan," the taller human greeted casually. "Oh, Sis! There you are! I was beginning to wonder what was taking you so long! You know the situation, right? With this weird teleporter and all?"

"You bet I do! You said that you wanted to send me through it? Because if this turns out to be anything like that Sector Z incident, I think that I'll be more than a little angry at Yuka'…" A gulp was heard from somewhere in the semi-circle-shaped crown of Tasen, as well as a couple of mildly metallic steps backwards. The sister of Dan sighed, letting out some of her frustration, and said, "Geez, it's fine, Yuka'. Just a little bit stressed at this, is all. I was feeling really bored myself until an hour or two ago, myself." A none too relieved sigh left that same Tasen's mouth. "Right, then. So, what do you want me to do about this? Something about sending me through the teleporter to fix the problem like last time?"

"Indeed, Anomaly," said another Tasen, this one being only about a foot higher than the human compared to the Elites and sporting a large, claw-shaped object taking up where its left arm would be, with a gun-like apparatus mounted on its right. Speaking from the lavender-colored helmet, he, if the voice was anything to go by, said, "Basically, yes. We actually went and sent a camera through ahead of time, unlike with that whole Sector Z fiasco." The woman let out a soft chuckle, saying, "Good to see that we learn from our mistakes… What did you see on the other side?"

"Well, as far as we can tell – which, mind you, wasn't a whole lot – the place that it ended up in was just a plain old room. There isn't really a whole lot to say, besides the fact that is was rather bland-looking, what with all of the white. The only thing we found of note was the presence of a fancy-looking door off to the right, as if it were a part of some complex or building rather than just a room adrift in space or some such." He laughed briefly. "The symbol on the door itself, though, was really weird. It's like a circle, but with these two lines going through it at seemingly random points, meeting and crossing in the bottom left section of it." The woman nodded her head, contemplating this information, before stating, "I guess I may as well go on ahead, then. Don't want even more blue and black, gravity-defying blocks or pixelated, white machines coming in here and giving us concussions again, eh?" Most of the people present laughed at her wisecrack, though a few just shook their respective heads. Getting knocked on the head with an object going eighty-odd kilometers per hour was decidedly not fun, even with Nanotech-enhanced helmets blocking out a great chunk of the force.

Before proceeding, however, the young woman saw fit to grab herself some equipment, just in case – the most notable of which being her large, Komato GEN2 Replica Nanogun, which was considered to be an extremely rare weapon by both the Tasen and their sworn enemy, the Komato, the reason being that it was capable of storing nearly two dozen weapons at once, some examples including a Shotgun, Machine Gun, Rocket Launcher, and even the projectile-reflecting Resonance Reflector. It also probably helped that it was capable of switching between these weapons at a very rapid rate, ranging anywhere from one to five seconds depending on the actual weapon selected. The thing's appearance was entirely black, with two handles being present an equal distance from their respective ends. It was quite angular at several points, as well, slanting up and down to give it a comparatively odd appearance to most human weaponry. On most any person, it would be quite unwieldy, but, with the Anomaly's Nanotech-enhanced strength and above average height, it was hardly that much of a problem.

Walking up to the telepad, Nanogun in hands, she hesitated a moment, waving to her friends, human or otherwise, before stepping on it, a whoosh of air briefly whipping up around her, a bright white flash ensuing as she vanished from sight, as well as her universe. Not that any of them realized this, of course. Ansaksie, the Tasen, and Dan all stood around for a moment, before the only human left present voiced nearly all of their thoughts for them:

"Good luck, Iji. Come home safe…"