Prologue
Revelations
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Summary
Goddamn it. Tabuu ain't dead, ain't he?
Disclaimer
Nintendo.
Note
Post-Subspace
!OC WARNING!
Author Notes
The Subspace Emissary was finished. Tabuu is dead, and the heroes celebrated. Their leader, Master Hand, sent them home with good regards and a promise to be in the next tournament. Funny, how some things should stay dead, for the Subspace King has been revived, and he wants the blood of all of the heroes in front of him.
And thus, War was decreed.
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If one were battered, wounded, bruised, or just downright tired, they would say that standing on a cliff with all your friends, battered but alive, is the best thing in the world.
And, it is.
The Smashers had done their best-without sustaining injuries first-and, when the purple ball that is called Subspace disappeared after the ruler, Tabuu, fell...
Well, that calls for celebration, right?
"Finally! It's-a done! It's over," one of the Smashers exclaims. It's Mario, the savior of the Mushroom Kingdom and an Italian plumber when he's not saving the world. "It was difficult, but not impossible."
"Yeah, and with the fighting and all. It really got to my system now," another Smasher speaks up. Pit is the one to say this; he is the captain of the Guards in his homeworld and is an angel.
Mario nods. He knows that Tabuu, the dweller of Subspace, is difficult to beat. If it wasn't for Pit's final Arrow of Light, they would've lost already.
"Damn, I'm real tired!" another person, or hedgehog, says to no one in particular, lying on the ground, "But at least that bitch is dead." This is Sonic the Hedgehog, the fastest hedgehog alive. Mario, now noticing him, turns his head towards the direction of the voice. Sonic then realizes that he was talking to "that fatty" and stood up. "Shit," he drawls. "Ain't it that fatty. Lord, help me…"
Mario glares at the hedgehog, his hands turning to fists. Sonic snickers before Mario screams in anger, his fists held high.
Remember that question from earlier? Yeah, Sonic ruins it for everyone.
As half of the Smasher try to get the two rivals away from each other, the Smash Kids egg Mario and Sonic on, truly not helping the situation. The other half were either also egging Mario and Sonic on or not doing anything.
"What the hell is going on here!" Everyone then suddenly stops what they're doing and looks at the new speaker. "Jesus Christ Almighty," a gloved right hand grumbles out before snapping his fingers, Mario and Sonic separating and going several feet away from each other. "Mario, we went through this many times: don't do anything stupid to Sonic. You to, hedgehog." Sonic grumbles while Mario politely nods. "Good." He then turns himself to the Smashers; Master Hand has came. "As you all know," he begins, "when Tabuu waged war at us, the Tournament was coming to a close."
Everyone looks at each other, nodding and murmuring.
"Since the original date for the last day of the Tournament was during the Emissary, it is time to say our farewells."
If it wasn't for the loud groans from the Smashers, Master Hand would've been happy to send them on their way.
0o~o0
Thirty Smashers. Thirty Smashers Master Hand had counted. He could've sworn that the baddies aren't present, but he didn't care. As far as he's concerned, they probably found their way back to their worlds, if the areas Tabuu had obtained during the Emissary were considered
Oh well, the hand thought as he snaps his fingers and fourteen portals appeared behind him, they get a head start. That's good for them.
"I guess this is goodbye," Nana mutters, looking down.
"Yeah, goodbye," Popo says, his wooden hammer at his side.
"Bye, yoshi," the green dinosaur murmurs with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Bye," was all Samus speaks.
"What she said," Ike states, being the lazy-ass he is.
"Byyyye, poyo!" Kirby exclaims loudly, breaking Sonic's and Ness' eardrums in half. Said two groan in pain while holding their ears. Kirby looks at them, who had glares, and he smiles even wider.
Perhaps he had planned that. If that's the case, Kirby isn't showing any signs of that thought.
"Bye," Link says, waving at them as he nears his portal. It is as if he wanted to get the hell out of there.
"Farewell!" Zelda states as she follows him.
"Bye bye!" Toony exclaims. He then glares at the air. "And you better stop calling me that," he hisses. Everyone got chills hearing that. The toony Link then runs up to Zelda as the three Hylians went through their portal. Look, honestly, that was suppose to allude to the parent fanfic, but that name is actually less of a mouth full than the original. and I will take it.
Lucario just huffs out a farewell.
"Bye," Pikachu says. "Hope I never see you guys ever again," he mutters the last part, going to the portal close to him.
"Bye," Squirtle, Charizard, and Ivysaur say in unison. Their Trainer, Red, also says goodbye, waving his hand.
"The pikmin…" Olimar says with sadness.
Honestly, everyone had a right to be silent.
"Okay," Fox says, breaking the silence with a confused tone. "Well, bye guys."
Falco didn't say anything. Fox elbows him hard at the side, a strangled "Bye!" coming out of him.
"Bye," Ness says.
"Sayōnara kimitachi," Lucas quietly says.
"Wakare," Marth says, waving his hand.
"Farewell," Snake states.
"Bye, you guys," Pit says.
"Dammit!" Captain Falcon yells. "I didn't get any girls!"
"That's because you suck ass," Samus utters under her breath as the other Smashers stare at him in confusion.
"My God, when will you ever learn…" Peach mutters, shaking her head.
"Bye guys," Luigi mutters.
"It's-a nice to-a meet you guys again," Mario says, smiling.
"Let's do this again sometime," Sonic proclaims, giving a thumbs up.
There was a series of beeps from Mr. Game and Watch (Mr. GW).
"it is good working with you all," R.O.B. beeps out.
"Yeah!" Donkey Kong yells loudly, bursting Lucas' and Ness' eardrums.
"It's nice to work with you guys," Diddy Kong (Diddy) says.
After everyone acknowledges each other, they all go into their respective portals, leaving Pit, Mr. GW, and R.O.B. the only Smashers left.
Before Pit goes to his portal, he turns around to face Master Hand and says his name, surprising the floating hand.
"Pit? I thought you went home."
Pit looks at him with curious eyes and asks, "Why were you with the bad guys? I thought you were a being of good."
Master Hand could only stare at him. "I… don't have a clue. I was chained to do his dirty work, but apparently someone had freed me…" He didn't say anything else; he honestly has no idea how he manages to be on the bad side.
Pit seems to take that as an answer and say, "I have a feeling that this isn't over yet, however…" He then goes through his portal, closing it off.
Master Hand then creates a portal back to the mansion. He then turns to the other two Smashers present. "I hope you get invited next time," he says. Seeing that it's likely going to be those one-timers, like the Melee characters, Master Hand prays those of higher dominion would choose the robot and 2D man again.
When Master Hand turns around, said portal that he made is gone. With a moment of shock going through him, he was then encased in a purple, translucent sphere, making him hover several feet off the ground. R.O.B. and Mr. GW takes notice and yelps in surprise, shock going through them as well.
"I see that I have finally made my presence known."
The two Smashers froze and turned around, seeing a blue, glitching humanoid being in front of the sphere.
Jesus Christ Almighty, it's Tabuu; there isn't even a scratch to announce that he has fallen during the final battle.
As if he wasn't even there to begin with…
"impossible!" R.O.B. exclaims. "you should be dead!"
Mr. GW gave out distressed beeping noises in response to R.O.B.'s cry.
"I thought the Smashers defeated you!" Master Hand yells from his prison, enraged. Well, he shouldn't be enraged; I mean, the Smashers did beat Tabuu. You seen it yourself.
…Right?
"It's a simple plot twist, that's all," Tabuu sneers. "I had to, of course, give everything back to make it look like I did, indeed, lost, but that wasn't a minor setback." Master growls at him. "I will get revenge, and I'll start now." Tabuu, who had his head inclined to Master Hand, then tilts it to the two remaining Smashers. He then holds his hand out. "Join me. You two have your places in my Army, after all."
Mr. GW gave out a series of angry beeps. R.O.B. shook his head. "never," he says.
The purple sphere then starts to shrink, Master Hand letting out a panicked gasp as he tries to hold it in place. R.O.B. and Mr. GW also gasp in panic as they see Tabuu using his other hand to "squeeze" the sphere. "The hand dies if you do not accept my offer," he says with a robotic voice. "Join, or it'll be your fault the hand's dead."
While both R.O.B. and Mr. GW knew that joining Tabuu would mean another war waged with the world their answer reflect the impending situation: no. However, they do not want Master Hand to die just because Tabuu says so.
"Don't do it!" Master Hand hisses out, the sphere continuing to shrink.
"The hand dies~!" the glitch sings mockingly.
Mr. GW sounded out beeps and R.O.B. hangs his head. "okay. we will come with you." Tabuu releases the hand as the two Smashers sullenly walks towards Tabuu. "but only because you would kill Master Hand," R.O.B. adds. Mr. GW gave out a series of beeps that borders on agreement. R.O.B. then turns to Master Hand. "don't worry about us, sir. we can handle our own," he continues.
"That not-"
"You have a head start of six years," Tabuu booms, interrupting Master Hand. "After all, my Army is in ruins at the moment." He forms a red portal behind him. "Use your time wisely, hand." As he and the two remaining Smashers ventures into the portal, Master Hand could only stare at where the portal is at, helpless as it vanished without a trace.
And then he screams in frustration.
0o~o0
"Do you get this sudden feeling that something's wrong?"
Roxasolina didn't give a shit. Really, she didn't. As much as she likes staying around at the Smash Mansion, she doesn't have time to stick around.
Come on, guys. She has a life outside the art of fan fiction, too.
"What do you mean?" she says, looking at the Sandbag that she could've sworn did not just talk to her. "Is there something wrong?"
"Depends. Master Hand is back."
Roxas then grins. "Then, I'll got and tell him that everything's all back toge-"
BANG!
It was quiet for a minute. No sound is heard after the bang, a banging of a wooden door that's probably broken now.
"… That is Master Hand."
"ROXAS!"
And swiftly did she come as summoned, her bright blonde hair waving on nonexistent wind as she teleported to the hand. "Yes… Master Hand? You don't look too-"
"Tabuu's back."
There was a beat of silence, and Roxas snickers. "And, you just sent the Smashers home. What are we ever going to do?" she says sarcastically as she bounces around the room with mocking excitement. "I can't do anything, obviously. An good Author never interferes~!"
"Oh, and writing about us is INTERFERING."
Roxas stops bouncing around and room and stares at the pissed-off hand. "… You're mad."
"And, so it seems."
Roxas then sighs and sits criss-cross on the ceramic floor. "The hell happened up there? Master Hand, I'll have you know that I played the Subspace Emissary Adventure Mode on my Wii many moons ago, and I know for a fact that Tabuu is dead. He was confirmed dead when the game said he did." Roxas pauses. "… So, what happened? Did he tell you?" she asks. Master Hand thinks about it and shakes his head. "Okay…. well, I can't help you."
"Directly, you should say."
"Oh, and what was that comment about me not interfering?"
Master Hand just growls. "I don't have time for your games, Roxas. You know what I mean." All Authors, according to Master Hand, cannot really help anyone in the video game world directly, but fan fiction is a type of indirect help, meaning that while the Authors can't really push a block in this world, they can influence it. "Send in OCs. It's that simple."
"Oh, like the parent fic of this fic?" Somewhere, a wall just chipped itself.
"Roxas."
"Master Hand, you do realize that if we're going like the parent fic," she says, wincing at a soundless noise, "I'll have to keep track of those OCs." She raises a hand to her temple. "And if that is the case, she had… what? At least 40 of them?"
"You could do it."
"Master Hand, I'm an amateur writer. Does it look like I can handle that?!" She throws her hands up and Master Hand sighs. "I can't even, what," she pauses turning away with her hands still up, "update on a weekly basis!" She the turns around with her hands still up. "How the hell do you suppose I can keep track of 40 people in this Mansion? It's hard enough for 35 Smashers since I don't even know half of them!"
All Master Hand says is, "You can do it."
"Oh, is that so," she says bitterly. "Suppose you have ideas? I'll have to make OCs as I go, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm not original."
"Then, don't be original! Base them off as real people or something, even have their real name on there since you're so unoriginal. However, you'll have to modify the personalities of those real people." Master Hand says. "… You are good with that, aren't you? You can't just have their real personality on point; no one knows anyone better than themselves, after all; you don't know what your friends or enemies are like behind closed doors."
Roxas pondered on the idea for a minute, and then nodded. "That's a good idea, but it sounds bad."
"Good." Master Hand, ignoring the last comment, then snaps his fingers and blue portals appeared behind him. "You go and fetch them."
Roxas folds her arms. "… Me? Fetching?"
"Be the shady type at the school. I need people who are young and know a wide variety of Nintendo."
"Oh, because you can't handle yourself when it comes to Sony or Microsoft."
"Oh, hush you," Master Hand says. "Just… freeze time and get them out. However, unfreeze it when you do, because life needs to go on."
"Aaaaaaaand they will be reported as missing."
"So be it."
"And put angst on their families?" Roxas sighs. "Indirect help, huh." She then takes a portal and walks through it, making all of them disappear. Master Hand is left alone in the room.
"I hope whoever she chooses can deal with the chaos," Master Hand says as he start to float towards the stairs. "You can't stand the chaos of the Smashers without being sane."
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Author Notes
Obviously, the OCs will be much worst considering that I can't even keep up.
Not only that, but the Pokémon can talk due to translators in their mouths.
