It was a hot sunny day here at the Smash Mansion. The sun was working hard, the humid air covered the premises like a heavy blanket, just perfect weather! ...For staying inside your room with the air conditioner on full blast whilst watching animé and snacking on junk food if you loathed the bright happy sunny weather as much as Marth Lowell. He was the exact polar opposite of his roommate and best friend, Roy. Marth just thrived on dark, freezing cold weather (or any kind of miserable weather that would make the other Smashers feel down, basically) while Roy loved to run around outside in bright, cloudless warm weather. If one were to see the pair together, one would wonder how in the world could two completely opposite people who have very little in common be such best friends. Sometimes Marth would ask himself this on numerous occasions.
Roy was outside, playing a vigorous game of tennis against the F-Zero racer, Captain Falcon. The redhead was panting as he continuously smacked the ball back to the racer. Falcon missed the ball and landed on his side. Feeling victorious, Roy jumped up and down, yelling for joy. Falcon slowly got up, panting heavily, totally exhausted from the game.
"C'mon, c'mon! Let's play again! I'm ready for you!" Roy shouted happily.
"I'm beat. I'm going to go inside and rest up, ok?" Falcon wiped the sweat from his brow, still panting.
"How can you be tired already?! I've barely even started and you're tired?! What's this world coming to?!" Roy didn't seem too happy about stopping. He started to bounce the ball on the racket.
"We've played about 30 consecutive matches. That's too much for me!" With that, the pilot staggered inside, sore and tired from the game.
Unable to withstand the feeling of loneliness, Roy decided to keep himself amused by hitting the ball against the wall for a bit. He accidentally hit it a little too hard and it went soaring into the air!
"Wow! I have such a good aim!" cried Roy as he watched the ball fly off.
"Nobuyuki! I love you so much!"
"But Naomi, we're from two different worlds. What'll people say?"
"I don't care what the others say! We're meant to be!"
Marth was leaned back against his pillows, watching one of his many animé DVDs while going through another box of pocky (his absolute favorite thing with ice cream coming in a close second). He leaned forward with great interest, curious about the fate between the two lovers. As the climax was building up, a sudden loud crash was heard. Before he could react, Marth felt something strike him on the side of his head. He fell off his bed and pulled a blanket off as he landed on the floor, spilling everything onto the floor. He quickly got to his feet and went to the window to see what happened. Marth looked down and saw a certain redhead wave his arms vigorously with a racket in one hand. He narrowed his icy blue eyes at Roy, angry that he, of all people, had to disturb him.
Marth opened the window with enough force to nearly break it, stuck his head out and shouted angrily, "YOU IDIOT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU JUST DID TO THE WINDOW! I WAS HAVING A NICE DAY UNTIL YOU BROKE IT! YOU ALSO HIT ME TOO, YOU STUPID SUGAR HIGH JERK!"
"Ooops. Sorry 'bout that, Marth! I didn't know that I'd hit it that far..." Roy placed his hand behind his head in embarrassment.
"DON'T YOU EVER USE YOUR HEAD?! YOU'VE GOT A BRAIN IN THERE; USE IT!" Marth usually took things a little too seriously while his counterpart never did. He sighed and was about to close the window until Roy called him.
"Wanna play tennis with meeeeeee? Pretty pretty pleeeeeeeeeease? With sugar on top? With pocky and chocolates and cookies and cake and ice cream and--"
"NO! Now, LEAVE ME ALONE!!" SLAM! Marth went back inside to clean up the mess Roy caused while the younger swordsman decided to go inside.
Running down the hallway like a hyperactive child, Roy headed towards their room with the speed of someone who's sugar high. The hyper redhead banged on the door repeatedly until Marth opened it. He glared at Roy, knowing very well why he's here. Roy just flashed a large smile at Marth while shifting his weight onto one foot, then onto the other one.
"No", growled Marth.
"But you--"
"No!"
"But--"
"NO!"
"Pl--"
"LEAVE ME IN PEACE!"
Marth slammed the door in Roy's face and went back to watching his animé DVDs and eating junk food. Roy wasn't about to call it quits just yet for he had another idea. He laid down by the foot of the door and stretched himself out so that his whole body blocked the doorway.
Samus was walking down the hallway and noticed the insane mamkute laying down by the door. She was used to these crazy sites, for that's the kind of stuff all Smashers experience. It's not everyday you get to meet someone who's half-dragon/half-human or someone who's two-dimensional or someone who is a genetically altered cat Pokémon who enjoys plotting for world domination. Samus got closer to Roy, looked over him, and started to chuckle at him.
"Whaaaaaat? Wha'chu laughin' at, Pretty Sammy?" asked Roy.
"Why in the world are you laying right here?!" she asked.
"Sooner or later, Marth'll leave the room. He won't be going anywhere! Mwahahaha!"
"Are all half-dragons this psychotic?" asked Samus.
"It's mamkutes! And no, I'm the only psychotic sugar high mamkute in the world!" Roy cackled evilly as Samus walked a little faster down the hallway.
Roy jumped as he heard a loud pound on the door. It was followed by several more poundings, not to mention some rather harsh, unrepeatable language. Yep, that's Marthy, alright Roy thought to himself. He grinned evilly as he placed both hands behind his head, crossed his legs and listened to the combination of cursing and pounding that came from the other side of the door.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!" shouted Marth. That was the only profanity-free thing he's said ever since he tried to get out.
"Marth! Roy!" boomed an ominous, evil voice. "C'mere..." it taunted.
Roy suddenly felt weightless and began to float upward to the ceiling. He kicked and tried to get back down, but to no avail. Marth suddenly appeared right in front of Roy, looking as confused as the younger swordsman felt. Suddenly, Master Hand appeared in front of them.
"I shall transport you two foolish mortals to Final Destination." With that, he pointed at the two teenagers and they disappeared.
Amid the cosmos, a large flat platform was slowly rotating. Marth and Roy reappeared and landed flat on their faces. Marth got to his feet quickly and dusted himself off in a very feminine yet vain manner. Roy didn't have any luck on getting up. It took several futile attempts (and some help from Marth) before Roy could finally get up. He tried to walk around, but he felt like he was made of lead.
"Do you mortals know why you're here?" asked Master Hand.
"No, but could you do something about the gravity?" whined the pyromaniac redhead.
"RAISE YOUR HAND!" hissed the hand.
"I can't; it feels totally heavy" he whined again.
"Looks like your body isn't used to weightlessness then back to gravity..." said Crazy Hand, who just appeared before them.
"Yeah, you can say that again. 190 pounds feels like 190 tons, stupid physics", Roy mumbled. Marth looked flabbergasted as he heard Roy's mumbling. 190 POUNDS?! He better not be serious... like usual Marth thought to himself.
"A-HEM! SILENCE! Silence, you fools!" shouted Master Hand.
"You two can never be on the same level when it comes to nearly everything! So, we're going to solve this", cackled Crazy Hand.
"You're wrong! We see eye-to-eye on stuff!" both swordsmen protested in unison.
"Oh, really? What's the best Pokémon in the world?" asked Crazy Hand.
"Azumarill!"
"Arcanine!" said Roy in unison with his friend.
"What's better: summer or winter?" continued the left hand.
"Winter!" answered the effeminate prince.
"Summer!"
"Night or day?" asked Crazy Hand.
"Night!"
"Day!"
"Dance Dance Revolution or Beatmania?"
"Beatmania!"
"Dance Dance Revolution!"
"See? You two can't even agree on these questions! By tomorrow, we're going to fix your little red wagon!" said Master Hand.
"Red?! Why can't it be blue? As in cobalt blue, my absolute favorite color?" pouted Marth.
"News flash, Martha: you're not the center of the universe" Roy said very dryly.
"SILEEEEENCE! SILENCE OF THE LAMBS!" shouted Master Hand.
"Hold still, this won't hurt at all", Crazy Hand said very darkly and evilly. "...much."
The swordsmen felt like they've fallen into a deep sleep where they don't ever want to wake up. The last thing they worried about was what the evil hands were going to do to them. Whatever it was, who cares? Little did they know was how diabolical the hands were.