Zebra
Chapter 1 – Loud or Silent
"I can be loud man, or I can be silent" – Zebra, John Butler Trio
As per usual, Captain Falcon was doing his taunts. As per usual, it was after he had just KO'd 3 people in one Falcon Punch. And as per usual the crowd loved it. One person, however, did not. Quite understandable, considering he was one of those that got KO'd. But that was not the reason he wasn't enjoying things right now. Oh no, he loved a battle, did Snake! The reason manifested itself within the damn taunting. Snake wasn't one for too many words. Strong silent type, shall we say. It was amazing he hadn't just thrown himself over the side of the Green Greens stage yet (there was another thing he didn't like. Far too bright and happy), but his survival instinct was telling him to stick it out.
"Show me your moves!" …Not that sticking it out was all that easy when a certain loud man was still taunting. Oh, how he wished he could just sit under his cardboard box for the battle! He'd already tried, however, which had merely resulted in Pikachu, one of the others on the stage along with the strangely unenergetic (and dark…and red eyed) Toon Link, constantly sending a Thunder Jolt his way as soon as he got under the box. Annoying little rodent that it was.
However! Pikachu was still not as annoying as the incessant (oh how Snake loved that word) taunting of the Captain. After some time of just "running" (if that is not a contradiction of terms) around the stage Snake decided that, as the old adage suggested, the best form of defence was attack. Not that attacking the Captain would be all that easy, for he could merely run away if necessary, although he didn't seem like the sort of person who would run from a fight.
Unless it was against Samus. Understandable. Her attacks could hurt.
Close combat was out of the question, which Snake soon realised was more of an advantage than he first thought. That taunting (the Captain was still at it…how anyone could withstand repeating a statement for so long was beyond comprehension) was starting to frazzle his brain.
Grenades and rockets, then? Good idea. Snake proceeded to start throwing and shooting, as you do with grenades. The Captain seemed incapable of comprehending that he was being attack from beyond a range of 2 metres and started throwing out Falcon Punches again. He seemed to creep closer to Snake, but in the end was KO'd by a rocket to the head. Snake resisted the urge to yell "headshot", and merely smiled (and grunted, for that was quiet enough) before acquiring his next target.
Pikachu was a bit noisy for his tastes, really.
This is being written purely for my benefit, so I don't have the urge to write small one-shots if I feel like it, instead using all the ideas at once. Technically I am actually still writing one-shots when I feel like it, but I will ignore that. So that I don't have to write as often (so to speak). This is written very much how I enjoy writing, that is, not necessarily in a way that is smooth and flowing. To some extent. Sometimes a bit rushed, but that's how I write. My brain spews forth, so to speak.
As for the title and quote at the start, the story basically revolves around the opposites sang about in the song Zebra by the John Butler Trio. Quite enjoyable to write about.
Adiós.