Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers, or any of the characters included in the franchise. That all belongs to Nintendo and Hal Laboratories, Inc., neither of which I work for. I'm simply a poor college student on break who had a nugget of an idea and decided to see what came of it. Additionally, I own nothing I took from other video games. None of it's mine, I just took it and threw it all together, I promise.

Prologue

"I still don't see why we have to be the ones to do this," one of them complained. "We've got far too much power to waste our time on something so simple as this."

"We do it because we were asked," the other replied. "It doesn't matter whether or not we want to."

"So you don't want to, either?"

"Of course not. But when given a command by him, obedience is the only option. There is no refusal."

"I still don't see what the entire point of this is in the first place."

"It doesn't matter what the point is! That's what I've been trying to tell you. All that matters is that we do what we are told, otherwise we won't live to see the light of another day."

"You've been watching too many movies and playing too many video games," the second one muttered. The first one ignored this and simply cracked his knuckles.

"Come on, it's almost time."

The second one sighed and followed the first out of their room, heading down a corridor that made it seem as though they were moving through deep space. And they may have been, for all they knew. The two of them had indeed been given unimaginable power by the one who had created them. Surely for two such beings, traveling through deep space was child's play.

Finally, they arrived at the huge double doors leading to their creator. The second one ran his fingers over the sea green swirling patterns that covered doors that were the color of indigo at their bases, and faded to sky blue at the top. However, from the side edges of the doors, the color changed to fuchsia toward the center. The knobs were golden and had raised silver patterns on them, and the entire structure seemed to pulsate with… life? Power? Knowledge? The second one chuckled at such a romantic thought before the first one grabbed one of the knobs and turned it.

The doors slid slowly open to reveal a vast room with a floor of clouds. The rest of the room was the color of the sky in midday, even though there was no sun. Birds flew around from time to time, their calls traveling far, but never echoing. "You have come," a thunderous voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time boomed.

"Yes," the first one said, and immediately both dropped to the ground.

"Rise," the voice said. "There is no need for such formalities today." Both complied and resumed their original stances, waiting. "Are you aware of the purpose for which I have summoned you?"

"No, liege, we are not," the first one responded.

"Nor are you entirely willing to fulfill my request." It was a statement, not a question. The first one looked to the second one, who hesitated.

"The only source of my hesitation, liege, is the lack of knowledge I have concerning your request," the second one said as smoothly as he could manage. "If I knew what it was my liege asked, then I would have no qualms nor hesitations."

"It is good that you have come, then, as I intend to tell you what I ask of you in full detail," the voice replied. Suddenly, the sky turned a much darker blue, and the clouds began to swirl around the two. The tiny tornado that formed moved in front of them and began coalescing into a figure that was taller than both of them and positively radiated power. This power is the power that forged us, the second one thought. Any who would dare disobey it are fools.

Suddenly, a flash of bright light blinded them. When their vision returned, the figure that had been forming out of the clouds was completely there now, watching them. It may or may not have been clothed; since it was constantly flickering in and out of view, there was no way to know for sure. "You two are to participate in a tournament that gathers fighters from all over the universe and pits them against one another," the figure told them. Its voice retained that thunderous quality, though it was now at a much more tolerable volume.

"For what purpose, liege?" the second one asked before he could stop himself, and flinched as the figure looked at him silently.

"Your purpose is simply to test the abilities of the fighters," the figure finally replied. "I wish to expand my forces so that the universe may become better-protected."

"Surely my liege does not think us incapable of overseeing the universe for him?" the second one asked.

"No, that is not why I ask this of you," the figure replied. "I simply wish to lighten your burden. Furthermore, with there only being the two of you, oftentimes there are things to be discovered, knowledge to be uncovered, viewpoints to be considered that you both miss through no fault of your own. You see the viewpoints and gather your knowledge the way I created you to do so; that fault lies with me and me alone. This is my attempt to make up for that."

"Liege, we hold you in no way responsible for our shortcomings," the first one said immediately.

"Enough deliberation on this," the figure replied. "My request has been given, and my reasons given as well. Will you accept my request?"

The two looked at each other, then back to the figure, and nodded. The figure began laughing darkly, and the sky suddenly turned pitch-black. "Good," the figure said, and the second one vaguely suspected that this could either be all theatrics, or that their creator was doing something neither of them would ever have expected. "You two have failed me for the last time," the figure said. Failed? the second one wondered. What did we fail him in?

"But you said that wasn't our fault!" the first one responded wildly. "You said that our failures were because of the way you made us!"

"You are a fool!" the figure thundered. "I made you two and gave you all the powers of creation. There should be nothing that you two together could not accomplish. But you failed me time and time again. I can forgive you no longer."

Before either of them could reply, the figure vanished from view, and they felt pressure all around them. Unbelievable pressure. It felt as though they were being forcefully compressed to one-one hundredth of their accustomed size. It felt as though this shrinking would be something that they could not reverse.

"What did we do?" the second one asked the first one. "How did we fail?"

"I…" the first one faltered, his voice becoming weaker as his sense began to break through his immediate fear. "I don't know."

All went black.

A/N: And here is the prologue to my latest idea. I really don't have much to say, other than that I hope you (the readers) like it. Also, I have two questions:

1) Do you like it?
2) Who do you think these three characters are?

It isn't hard to answer the second question, honestly. I think you'll also like a couple of future elements of the story I'll be integrating. You should see it soon. Also (I guess I did have more to say), the entire idea for this story came around as I was watching a flash animation on Newgrounds called "Smash Kingdom Melee". One of the scenes in the animation talked about "tiers" that groups characters into categories based on their expected performance in tournaments.

The tier list I'm using is the most recent one from Super Smash Brothers Brawl, in which there are seven tiers: S, A, B, C, D, E, and F. If you'd like to see the list for yourself, this is the one I used: http :// super- smash- bros. wikia. com / wiki / Tier _ list # SSBB _ tier _ list (minus the spaces).

And with that, I'm done. See y'all at the end of the story.

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