Chapter 1
"You know, Fanfiction's motto should be 'Unleash Your Hell', considering all the sick minds that call themselves fanfiction writers," the young man muttered to himself as he continued to stare at the screen.
"Talking to yourself again?" Dark Pit peered into the dim room. The only source of light came from the bright screen of the young man's laptop. A word document with a few paragraphs covered the screen. The black-winged angel blinked from the lack of light. However the young man didn't seem to notice Dark Pit's presence as he continued to type furiously, words magically appearing on his paper. Unable to stand not seeing anything, Dark Pit finally flipped the switch upwards.
"IT BURNS!" the young man hissed as he slammed his face against his desk to protect his eyes from the harsh lights, mindful of his glasses. Dark Pit only rolled his eyes at the immature behavior.
"Why don't you act your age for once?"
"You act your age, you three-year-old," the author muttered back darkly.
"It's better for a child to act mature than a young adult to rely on his parents all the time," Dark Pit smirked.
"Shut up!" Blade slammed a fist on his desk, glaring at the angel. He blinked warily from the lights, rubbing his eyes to relax them. "What are you doing here anyways?"
Dark Pit shrugged, "I just wanted to see the sights, nothing more."
"You wanted to see how badly I was doing."
"That too."
"UGH! I HATE YOU, LIFE!"
"Are you two fighting again?" this time, a green-capped Hylian peeked into the room. He noticed Dark Pit's smirking face and Blade's narrow eyes and easily deduced that the angel managed to piss him off again. "What's the matter? What happened?" Link asked, thoroughly concerned.
"College," Dark Pit replied.
"Oh…"
"Responsibilities."
"Got it."
"Deviation from his norm to become a productive member of society."
"Society sucks," Link deadpanned. Dark Pit smirked.
"Oh, I couldn't agree more."
"You guys are lucky…" Blade complained. "You get to go on adventures…and save princesses…and beat up Pit…"
"Yup, there's nothing better than beating up Pit," Dark Pit said, thoroughly satisfied. It was at that specific moment that he chose to forget that most of the time, Pit beat him up due to the white angel being the hero of his own story, therefore really only giving Dark Pit the chance of beating up Pit in Smash or the Light vs Dark Mode from their game or at the mansion whenever there was a great brawl. However Link shook his head to quickly disagree with the author.
"Trust me, Blade. The life of a hero may seem glamorous, but it's not. Just look at my ancestor, Link."
The young man stared at the Hero of Time, Twilight, etc. in confusion. Strangely? Naw. Blade didn't spend time wondering about the strange. Strange is pretty much normal in his case. Normal is strange. Which makes it normal…but now it's strange…but really it's normal when you considered Blade in the equation so then it becomes strange to become normal in Blade's eyes, which is really not strange at all since Blade already saw it as normal. Did I manage to confuse you yet? It's basically a vicious cycle. But anyways. "…huh?"
"You guys must be really egotistic to name your son Link every single time," Dark Pit smirked. Link turned a wilting eye at that ironic statement.
"And what would you name your son?"
"Pit," the black angel answered immediately. "That way, whenever I get angry with him, his name makes it easier to discipline him without any regrets."
"That…actually makes sense, in a weird way," Link admitted. He quickly waved that point away, "But back to the point, my ancestor Link from…Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, if you remembered it right, Blade, was eventually forgotten by the people of Hyrule and eventually passed down his techniques to me…in Twilight Princess or something like that."
"Ah, I remember that part," Dark Pit smirked. "Boy, was your ancestor ugly!"
"That wasn't his real appearance!" Link glared. It was amazing how long he was keeping his patience with the black angel, yet it should be noted that he had a lot of practice since when things consider Blade, he was thrown with Dark Pit multiple times. They were Blade's main characters for Smashes after all.
"What's your point here, Link?" Blade was many things, but there were those moments when he's actually able to focus on the matter at hand instead of looking around the room for some type of distraction. He moved his mouse quickly to wake up his sleeping computer screen and looked back at the Hylian.
Link looked at the young man, "The point is, everything is not as glamorous as you make it out to be. There are perks, yes, but everything is not without faults. If it were, what makes Life worth living?"
"How philosophical!" Dark Pit said. Link glared at him.
"You can't go for five seconds without commenting something?"
"Just look at my Christmas story. I comment all the time. It's in my code," Dark Pit defended.
"That was my story, Pittoo," Blade reminded.
"It still starred me though. And don't call me Pittoo!"
"Anyways, Blade," Link interrupted before they could start another fight. The last time it happened, Master Hand forced the two to rebuild and clean up the parts of the mansion that they destroyed. And somehow, Link got dragged into it. He shuddered at the thought of witnessing anymore author powers Blade kept hidden. He was stupid enough without super powers. "You just have to stop focusing on the bad things and look on the bright side."
"That sounds like something Peach would say," Dark Pit commented. This time, though, he didn't have his usual mocking tone. It was more of a matter-of-factly way. The Hylian still gave him a suffering look.
"The grass is always greener on the other side," he continued. Blade sat quietly as he listened to Link's lecture. He looked away, considering the things his Second told him. After a while, the writer nodded slowly.
"Yeah…you're right, Link. I should be grateful for the things I have…not everybody has parents who care for them…or a warm home…" Blade looked worriedly at his readers. "I'm sorry if I'm bragging!"
"I know I'm bragging when I know that I'm lucky to have these handsome wings," Dark Pit smirked. His wings puffed outward, a few feathers falling loose. "Boy, do I feel sorry for you people!"
"Shut up, Dark Pit," Link glared.
"Hey, I'm just saying the honest truth," the angel replied, ignoring the Hylian's glare. The sound of typing filled the room, causing both Smashers to look over where the author was typing furiously. They exchanged a worried look. When authors type, especially fanfiction authors, it usually didn't turn out well for the characters they were typing about. After all, Blade already killed his two mains at least twice, Link more than Dark Pit just because. Dark Pit was almost afraid to ask but he mustered up the courage, "Hey, Blade. What are you typing?"
"I'm starting a Thanksgiving Contest!" the young man said happily. Link and Dark Pit exchanged another look. For once…that actually sounded normal…Blade continued, "where everybody will die and-."
Dark Pit quickly shot him before the author could continue. He turned to Link with a suffering look. "You have to stop giving Blade advice. It only gives him new ideas to cause hell for the both of us."
Link nodded solemnly, "Yeah…you're right…I should shut up sometimes…"
"As if you aren't silent enough in your games."
"Shut up, Dark Pit."
So the first ever contest that I'm hosting is the Thanksgiving Contest! Yay! ...ugh...what have I gotten myself into...
Anyways! Rules!
1. Gratitude has to be a theme of your one-shot or multi-chapter story. How you present it is up to you, but you have to have it. That's what Thanksgiving is about after all. Sorry for those who don't really celebrate Thanksgiving. Just think of this contest as...counting your blessings, I guess...
2. Registration would end on...November 20th. Deadline for the story would be December 20th, unless I push it back, considering how many people enter and my schedule. This year, guys. This year.
3. You can have as much words as you want (I always hated word limits XD), but the maximum number of chapters has to be 10. Don't overwork yourselves, guys.
4. Any character that has made an appearance in any of the Super Smash franchise (Yes, you may include Giga Bowser XD) may be included, BUT Smashers should be the main characters. Should. Notice how I used the word "should". Not "has to".
5. Any rating is fine. Yes, I can handle M-rated. But please keep the theme in mind...
6. Please, please, PLEASE! Proper grammar and spelling! You have no idea how much this bothers me! Please mind your grammar and spelling!
7. Hm...not anything currently I could think of. Have fun, I guess. Again, don't overwork yourselves.
And the next thing that you guys really want from these contests...Prizes! (I might add more considering how many contestants there are.)
3rd Place: Favorite/Follow and a review for one of your stories.
2nd Place: Favorite/Follow and two reviews for two of your stories.
1st Place: Favorite/Follow and three reviews for three of your stories.
Please note! IF! I had already Favorite/Follow you, you may trade in that prize for a review. You can also trade two prize reviews for a one-shot :D Let you guys decide what you guys want.
Hopefully, you guys would consider joining. It is my first contest, so I'm still new to the whole "hosting" business. Yup! Oh, and I would still be keeping up my contest poll on my profile along with the Thanksgiving option (but...I mean...I'm already posting the Thanksgiving Contest so...please ignore that option on my poll XD) Well...yeah...join if you guys want to, and if you guys do, hope you guys have fun! Leave a review to enter or PM me. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Yup! ...And I hope you guys enjoyed that little story above.