The Puppetmaster and his Toys

by Zero Two

A different way at looking at Smash Bros. What if the Smash Tournaments are actually held against the will of the brawlers? What if it's run by a madman obsessed with making the world's greatest heroes fight like puppets? You'll find out in this story.

Hello there. This my first story. Wow, I hate intros.

Disclaimer: Do I look like Sakurai or anyone from Nintendo? No. Therefore, I don't own any characters in this story.

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The natural order of things is very strange indeed.

We're born, live good lives, and are recognized as heroes (or villians) in our homelands.

We continue to do good things, becoming near-godlike figures in the lives of people in our homelands.

I was a kid when I became a hero, famous for defeating an unusual beast that threatened to destroy the world. I did it with my three friends, each of us blessed with gifts- magic, intelligence, leadership, and love.

And then..... it all stops.

I've been here for what it seems like forever. In reality, it has only been six years since the first "tournament" started.

For six years, I have been hypnotized, forced to fight, to kill, against my will.

All because of that accursed hand, the leader of the "tournament".

No one dies, though. That hand revives us, tells us to keep on fighting. To him, we're nothing but toys.

We have little free will.

We are angry.

We will rebel.

I, Ness Franklin, devote myself to aid the rebellion. This is my journal. This has been made because I need to write down my thoughts. It's the only saving grace I have; doing this calms me down.

The next "match" will start soon.

So will the rebellion.