It
A/N: I'm going to refer to Jigglypuff as Purin in this fanfiction. Don't ask me why.
The young girl dashed in the darkness, deep brown hair flapping behind her. The hood of her coat had fallen, but she didn't bother to pull it back up. She skidded as she tried to make a sharp turn to the right, but she ended up slipping instead. She cursed herself as she got back up for loosing valuable time. The girl was running, from what, she wasn't sure. But she had to keep going. She had to get away from It. The raspy voice roared in frustration. She could feel its hoarse, warm breath on her neck. She sped up enough to keep it at ease. The girl held a hammer in her hands, and recalled that she could use that to slow It down, if only for a moment. She threw the hammer at the great It, but the hammer only shattered. It's eyes brightened in sheer anger, glowing a hateful red. It was going to kill her!
The girl felt a cold, stabbing pain in her back. Her thick coat did nothing to protect her. The icy wind penetrated deep into her body, and she was almost sure the It had gotten her.
Nana's eyes shot open and she gasped. The cold had drained from her body and there was no pain. It was as if nothing had happened. Her eyes scanned around the room. She was in the bottom bunk of the bunk beds that she and her brother had been provided with a while ago when they first joined the tournament. Super Smash Brothers Melee. A pale pink blanket was wrapped around her stocky frame and nothing was heard but the soft breathing of her twin brother and a sweet melody of the crickets. She sighed in relief. Had it all been a dream? She looked at the clock that sat upon her empty drawer. It read two o'clock. The moonlight seeped in through the window and was just enough for her to be able to see the suitcases in the corner. They were filled with she and Popo's clothing, items, and other things. Nana decided that she may as well go to the restroom since she was awake. She hopped off the bed and looked at what she was wearing: a thin night gown (Also pink). She clumsily walked towards the personal bathroom, stubbing her toe against multiple suitcases.
The bathroom was simple enough: a toilet, shower, and the sink with a mirror. She climbed up on the stool that she used, since she was too short for the sink, and stared at herself in the mirror. Round face, beady eyes, and non-existant lips. The usual. Nana washed her face with calming water and wiped off with a towel. Tomorrow, she, Popo, and all the other smashers would move out of Melee's Smash Mansion and into the larger, more luxurious Brawl one. Everyone was quite excited about tomorrow, including herself. She pondered on what the meaning of her dream was.
What if... what if it's an omen?
"Nanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Hurry up, will ya? You're gonna be late for the plaaaaaaaane!"
The female ice climber laughed as she combed her hair. She was wearing a pink (As usual) shirt and a pair of beige shorts. Her hair was tied up in a pink ribbon and she put on the finishing touches. She usually wore her usual ice climbers wear, but everyone was wearing something, well, different today. Besides, that bulky coat wasn't exactly good to wear on an airplane. Nana finally finished and grabbed her bags. She ran down the flight of stairs of the three-floored mansion and reached the front lot. Everyone chattered ceaselessly in the front. The plane wasn't there yet, but it was still nerve-wracking just being in the front. Nana headed straight towards one of her best friends, and the pokemon who called her, Purin.
Purin tapped her foot impatiently. A suitcase lay on its side beside Purin. Nana wondered whether Purin had any help, or if she somehow managed to lug the bag to the front lot. "It's about time you showed up! Where were you?!"
Nana gave a sly smirk. "Oh, just freshening up a bit. A girl has to look her best!" Purin fluffed up the bit of hair on her head.
"Well, that is true," she said. Both of them began to giggle at this statement.
"So Purin, Are you as nervous about this as I am?" Nana asked.
Purin titled her head at this. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean, we're moving to a new home now since this entire Brawl thing started. I like it, but..."
"But what?"
"I think that I won't be used to it for a while. I even had a nightmare last night!"
Purin stared at her in disbelief. "Are you sure it was about the new mansion?"
Nana scratched the back of her head. "No... It was still pretty creepy though."
"Pee-shaw! It was probably just nothing! I mean, some of the new smashers are going to be kinda strange, but that's going to pass soon."
Nana felt a bit better when Purin told her this. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"I know I'm right!" Purin beamed. Just then, Popo came by. He was wearing basically the same thing Nana was wearing, only his shirt was purple and he obviously didn't have a ribbon on.
"Nana! The plane is here! Purin, you come sit by us on the plane!" he cried. Purin smiled and nodded. So off they were onto the official Smashers Jet Plane. Of course Samus and Fox weren't exactly eager to go on the plane. But they had to go on the plane and not on their own rides due to legal issues. So they both sulked in the corner while Ness and Lucas bugged the heck out of them. Yes, Lucas. All the new smashers had joined in on the plane to fly to the new Brawl Mansion. (Don't ask me why, I'm only the author! Haha.)