Hi! I'm back with a new Fanfiction! Not a one-shot, don't worry. This one is going to go on for as long as I want it to. Reviews are appreciated. By the way, this story may take place in the Super Smash Bros universe, but there will be references to other Nintendo franchises and characters, none of which I own. OK, I'm done talking. Enjoy!
Sera Journey stood on a pulsing platform in a gap between dimensions. Around her was swirling blackness, and in front of her was a ghostly disembodied white hand. Her next client.
How come they always sent her to take these kinds of jobs?
"You have arrived…" said the hand's echo-y, masculine voice. It reverberated around, giving the illusion that the place Sera was standing in had walls. A ploy to make this place easier for human minds to comprehend.
For normal humans to comprehend.
"Yes, I have indeed arrived, and I would appreciate it if you could state your business so I can get to work." Sera replied in a sassy tone without missing a beat. If this guy…eh…hand…wanted her respect, he would either state his rank or prove himself to be her superior.
And proving yourself superior to an interdimensional sorceress could prove difficult. Actually, technically, Sera wasn't a sorceress. She was a necromancer, an animator. She fingered one of the knives sheathed at her side and let the ghost of a smile creep onto her face at the prospect of getting to prove her abilities again. It had been a long time since her guild had allowed her to take a solo mission. All because of that one incident involving time and swords.
"In that case, some call me Master Hand. I will not waste your time with any more formalities," the hand responded. He didn't sound offended. Although, it was hard to tell, since he had that indifferent-and-yet-dramatic announcer tone about him. "I have collected a… 'roster' of capable fighters from multiple dimensions. I know you and your kind are masters of all worlds, so I wish for you to get my roster… acclimated with each other."
"In other words, you want me to get a huge group of people from entirely different worlds to cooperate?" Sera inquired drily.
"More than that. I want you to bring all of my roster's worlds together."
At this, she raised an eyebrow at Master Hand. "Why, exactly?"
Master Hand shifted and flexed his fingers, which looked slightly terrifying, considering each one was about five feet long. "This cluster of worlds, this dimension, is slowly drifting apart. The dimensional weaving holding the worlds together is growing thin. Soon, it will break, and, when it does-"
"I know perfectly well what will happen," Sera cut him off. She had seen this happen before. As the worlds became more and more independent of each other, the weaving broke, and all of the worlds were destroyed. That entire dimension became nothingness. Sera glanced around at the void surrounding her. In fact, the place where she was right now might not be a gap between dimensions at all. This might be the remnants of a dimension that was destroyed. And the pulsing platform…it might be part of the weaving that was still drifting around.
She internally shuddered.
"Will you accept this task, Sera Journey?" Master Hand asked her.
"Depends on how much you'll pay me." She responded. Business is business.
"If you succeed in you task within 9 months, I will pay you and your affiliates with whatever you desire."
"Oh really?" Sera said with mock-innocence. "Anything?"
"You have my word of honor."
"All right." Sera folded her arms across her chest. "That's all I need. Now send me to wherever you need me to be, and I'll carry out my task." This was not going to be her easiest task, but no way was she contacting her guild and dropping out. She had to prove herself.
What could possibly go wrong? She thought just before Master Hand unceremoniously sent her flying through dimensions at the speed of light. And then, just before she was about to re-form, famous last words.