Smash Brothers in Arms, a Super Smash Brothers + RWBY Crossover fanfic

WARNING: The following narrative is rated M for non-explicit sexual themes, nudity played for laughs, blood played for drama, brutal finishing moves, playful jabs at video game tropes and all variations of the F word. I have decided to add such intense themes because some of the characters that appear in the Super Smash Bros series are from respectively intense games.

The characters, locations, items and fantastical elements within this story belong to Nintendo and Rooster Teeth. All concepts not created by the respective companies have been based off something from said company. I own nothing.

Smash Brothers In Arms: A Super Smash Bros X RWBY fanfiction

Prologue I

Fate is supposed to be a cruel, unforgiving individual, but for Kooper Douglas, the word was like that one neighbor who occasionally complains about the noise you make but otherwise is fine with your pathetic existence. To the benefit of himself and the annoyance of others, he recognized his coincidental success and enjoyed it immensely. If one were to compare him to his fellow Faunus, they would notice his middle class lifestyle, happy family and comfortable home of two stories leagues before they even dared a glance towards his animal trait - a tough, green turtle shell which has earned him and his kin the subrace title 'Koopa'. The face of life was smiling down upon him, but as the Koopa Kingdom officially declared war against their rivals in Mushroom, he got caught in the draft.

To the old him, this was problematic, but to the recent him, this was fine. Did it bother him that the recent heir to the honored throne of Koopa was a diabolical tyrant whose greatest goals in life were power, wealth and smoking hot babes? Probably, but fears are easily quenched when a reward is involved, and soon, Douglas recognized and enjoyed his situation once more. Did it bother him that he was ordered to attack the homes of innocent humans? No, because of racial pride built upon knowledge of how history hated his harmless kin. Oh, in the past, the strong footstooled the short and weak, but with such lovely firearms in hand, it was certain to this Faunus that the short and weak would soon aim to mess up the strong. Even as he ended the livelihoods of the Toads, those dreaded men who were one with the fungi growing around them, the concept of regret did not exist within his bloodthirsty head.

Douglas knew fate. Douglas regarded fate.

Douglas tempted fate.

Then, within a black and beautiful night, Douglas silently begged the disrespected Fate for a final shred of mercy, as a merry band of four armored knuckles rushed to catch his lower jaw in a heartfelt embrace, already having being introduced to the stronghold guards that laid in pain along the gunners' balcony.

"ATTENTION ALL UNITS," a woman over the speaker system began, just barely blocking out the sound of bones cracking and mouths moaning. "ATTENTION ALL UNITS. TWO INTRUDERS HAVE BEEN SPOTTED ON THE ROOF. PLEASE REPORT TO THE THIRD FLOOR I-"

Although on the ground and with a concussion, the Koopa Faunus heard the notice cut abruptly. The almighty stranger before him, all of his features under a yellow cloak and hood, silently nodded. Then, he bent forward and picked the poor Faunus off of the ground with a lazy left gauntlet, as his right became another big fist.

Without warning, the door out of the balcony was kicked open, and a quintet of soldiers poured out. Of course, they were armed with the military standard, and of course, they said "Freeze!" and "Put your hands up!" to the singular intruder that stood before them. The unknown man regarded them with a disinterested glance, and in that moment, they saw the face. Under the light of the moon, they recognized that face. That accursed mustache.

They had no time to kiss their unflattened lives goodbye, however, as the wanted man took hold of the helpless Faunus in both hands and threw him over his back like a sack of potatoes. Lightweight potatoes, as the shelled foe effectively flew into the tightly packed group of guards for a bowling strike. For one reason or another, he then stood still.

After five painful seconds, the female Faunus who led them got up first and ran over to the poor soul whose day was effectively ruined. She expected the man to continue to fight them, as he always did. He did not.

Their leader was prepared for an encounter with this dangerous man. She ordered three of her subordinates to circle the yellow menace before them, as the Faunus scout with the red shell advanced on him with handcuffs drawn. After checking over Douglas, she turned her attention towards the other unconscious combatants, then to him. "Arrest that human before he makes it to general Ludwig!" She took the injured man's sniper rifle and went through the process of loading it. Within five seconds, there was a red dot on his outfit, and he stood still through it all.

Kammy was not prepared for an encounter with this dangerous man. She knew what he could do and did not know what he could not do, and he obviously knew this too. "M-M-Mario Mario," she sputtered out, barely even able to move her legs.

Mario turned to her. Even with his flagrant yellow disguise on, his facial hair was somehow visible.

Her voice began to break under the weight of his disinterested glare. "Y-you are u-under arrest for several acts of assault, th-theft and arson against the K-Koopa state." Her comrades came closer, wondering why the man who struck them down once did nothing now. "S-stand down so we can r-refrain from unnecessary violence."

To her surprise, he slowly raised his gloves to her to accept the handcuffs. She was so scared that, after chaining his arms, no one could stop her from letting out a shriek and running back into the building. The captain, familiar with this type of feeling, decided to reprimand her later. Mario stood still.

The other three Koopa Troopas came forward, guns over shoulders. Douglas remained on the ground as his leader stood up and finally approached the red crusader that dared to mess with her well-trained guardsmen, who began to loosen up after dealing with this devil.

"Oy!" Everyone drew their guns at this sharp sound from their captain, who was now frowning even harder. She then asked a question which Mario saw as very funny. "Why in the name of stars do you miserable lot think it's a good idea to relax at a time like this?"

"Because this is fine."

She turned to the captive. The cloak was empty upon the stone.

Within the second, her recently acquired sniper rifle flew out of her hands and off of the balcony. Out of instinct, she drew a combat knife and stabbed behind her, but the man caught it in his hands and twisted it out of hers. She threw a punch, but Mario merely stepped back from it and set his own reinforced fist into her gut, accompanied by the sound of a wine glass being shattered. Knowing that her aura was broken, he threw a hand chop at her neck and delicately lowered her to the ground.

Mario turned to his other adversaries. To his amazement, they were frozen with fear. He at least expected them to act upon his movements, but no, they were in a helpless state of mind right now. Not understanding his own notoriety, Mario began to wonder if they were Super Mushroom addicts. Then, to his even larger amazement, they all dropped their weapons and raised their hands above their heads.

"Oh." In response, Mario flexed his arms. The handcuffs, made of a recently discovered steel alloy infused with gravity dust, burst. "I forgot that everyone is afraid of me. I thought a challenger would be approaching, but big whoop." The three Koopas sweat rivers as Mario casually went to and through the balcony door. No one dared to move; thoughts of flattened corpses and abused turtle shells danced in their heads.

Then, when everybody was sure that he was gone, the face of the red scourge, a man feared by Goombas and Koopas alike, reappeared at the entrance with a sheepish grin. "Hey, could one of you paisanos point me in the direction of your esteemed Ludwig von Koopa? That would be great."

If Kooper Douglas was not scared, he would be confused.

Usually, when someone organizes something, they do it so that others can go through what they organized with the utmost care. Unfortunately, is is easy to find that the hierarchy of the Koopa military is very difficult to notice for those that are outside of the system. In their quest to abandon the Mushroom Kingdom and begin their own empire, they prioritized the disorder of their enemies over the order of themselves, which has led to a confusing system of writing alongside an even more confusing set of laws.

Why are Goomba grunts not given guns best suited to their role in war? Why are those yellow supply crates left along the roads connecting bases, allowing for their enemies to crack them open for money and ammunition? What are the proper regulations regarding the use of a Bullet Bill tower? Why in the name of everything holy does the boss keep a pool of lava lying directly under his spiky throne? There are some of the questions which Ludwig von Koopa, the wisest and most daring of the Koopaling generals, encountered.

Almost instantly, he found that the answer was that the boss did not care.

But that was a given, no? He was Bowser; it was within his nature to give as little fucks as possible, and that was why Ludwig respected the big, scaly brute of a man. That was why he was insulted when his inspiration, his high and mighty King of the Koopas, expressed his plans for retirement in the prime of his life. That was why he strived to keep the dictatorship's legacy strong.

That was why Mario Mario, the rising star from New Donk City and the champion of Peach's Castle, broke down the door to his large surveillance room with the defeated body of a green Koopa Troopa slung over his back. "Von Koopa."

The chair spun away from the twin rows of computer screens, revealing a squat Faunus, with a crazed growth of blue hair upon his head. "Plumber." He dusted off his blue suit, straightened his blue tie, and stepped out of the chair. "I see that you had the common decency to not use my army's shells as blunt weapons this time."

Mario stepped out of the darkness of the doorway, revealing a very average man in blue overalls and a red shirt. This city gent had what cultured folk refer to as a 'gut', along with a brutally injured Faunus over his shoulder. He dropped the man when coming into the room. "I see that you still lack the common decency to not kidnap the official of a nearby government for political purposes. But, I guess some people don't change."

"Yes," Ludwig replied. "I guess some do not." He reached into his blue Koopa shell, armored with metal spikes that signified his rank, and took out a thin grey wand. It had fire dust loaded into the blue sphere on the end. "Tell me, would it be wrong to change sometimes?"

"Why do you care?"

Ludwig clicked a trigger on the wand, ejecting a spent cartridge. "Humor me."

"Well," Mario began, "the act of change is an important part of everybody's life, you know. To change is to literally do something else, and so we all gotta do it at some point, even if we don't want to."

"I see." Ludwig turned back to the computer. All of his subordinates were on the stones, breathing but useless. The aura readings on the leftmost bottom screen showed that only he, Mario and the other intruder had any amount of energy left in them. "What if someone does not want to change?"

"Why would you not want to change?"

Ludwig started at the plumber as if he suddenly came out about his sexual identity. "Because I enjoy it. I enjoy this." He extended his partially scaled arms and turned back to his guest. "I enjoy the thrill of being a king, even if the feeling is not generated by the literal title. Do you expect me to sit down and cool myself with my partners in crime after a life of danger? After a life of suspense? Of military endeavours that make the masses green with envy?" He pointed his mace directly at the man in red, and it gave off a sinister glow. "Do you expect me to sit down and say, 'never again', after my mentor did the same?"

"Mentor?" Mario's blue eyes widened. "Bowser gave up?"

"Bowser gave up!"

Instead of shooting the man, Ludwig swung his tool unto the keyboard that he recently bought off of EBowser. It blew up and caught fire shortly afterwards, all of those golden coins down the toilet. Mario never moved, for reasons that the poor Koopaling did not know. "Mamma mia."

"Oh, go stomp on yourself, you rat bastard." The broken advanced on the red and blue scourge. "Why does this surprise you? Have you never seen someone be insulted?"

For a moment, Mario actually felt sorry for this war criminal. "I don't know the feeling that a paisano has when their father abandons his ambitions," he began with the utmost sincerity, "but I do know how someone feels when their world changes. You don't wanna change, do you?"

"No."

"Then I'm leaving. I'm not going to fight a crying man, and I'm not going to fight a mentally dying man."

As Mario turned to leave the room, Ludwig was at first confused, then insulted. He did not expect mercy. He came into contact with the archenemy of his great king and lived, but for what? For a moment, he felt hollow.

Then, he saw the red dot trained on his arm, and realised that Luigi Mario, the foolish oaf of a younger brother of that accursed man, had control over the situation the entire time. He never stood a chance.

He looked at the steel mace within his grasp. This was the tool bestowed upon him when he started the job. This signified his authority under the king. Now, his king had lost his spark, whilst his own flame was not suited for the task at hand. If one could see anger, that would be the only thing that they would be able to find in that room as of this moment.

Just as the red dot disappeared, he raised his wand to the pathetic excuse for a warrior who had him at gunpoint. The blue orb became red, and the red grew into a force that shook Ludwig's hand and skyrocketed towards the hidden individual at the ceiling.

Unfortunately, he could not hit a target which he was not facing.

Ludwig looked back at the entrance of the room, where the two men stood. Both wore blue overalls, plain shirts, metal gauntlets and combat boots. Both had dark brown hair on their face which they kept as pristine as possible. One held a red shotgun, and the other held a standard-issue Koopa sniper. They were the type of men whom one would not consider to be professionals in combat, but they were, and they were here, and the business ends of their guns were kissing his face. In this moment, that Koopa knew true fear, and it came from a duo who, by all means, were not made for intimidation.

The Mario brothers frowned at this display. Luigi finally spoke. "So, what do we do with this guy? Again?"

"Well, it seems that he wants to die in a fire." Mario clenched his teeth. "For what could possibly be the hundredth time. However, I'm not going to go around what I said to you, von Koopa. Today was a better day for me than usual, so instead, I'll interrogate you for being such a gracious host."

"You and your dumb brother can go f-"

Mario unceremoniously slapped Ludwig across the face. "Ludwig, I came here thinking that the Koopa King, that scaly son of a bitch, was behind this mess, because he's Bowser and he does that. Today, I found out that he is not. If he is not, who is?"

"The rest of the Koopalings." He rubbed his face. "I am not the only one mad at our ruler's decisions. They wanted to surprise him by winning what he never could, then presenting the princess herself to him in a fancy ceremony. I was chosen to fix the mess made by my lord's overuse of Banzai Bills last year."

"They're at Bowser's Castle, I presume?"

"No." Ludwig grinned. "They are hiding out in a nearby country, one which you would never . . ."

"Hyrule, then." Ludwig's grin spun 180 degrees as the green filth guessed the correct answer on a whim. "What? The Hyrule continent is massive. It would be the best place to hide in on account of it being right next to the Mushroom Kingdom and thrice as big. Any paisano itchin' to escape with a boat filled with money or dust goes to either Hyrule or Eagleland."

"I am mad that you knew that."

"I'm mad that you don't understand what will happen if you open your mouth at the wrong times." Mario clicked the safety on his shotgun. "Wait, what am I doing? I don't need you anymore."

Ludwig braced himself. Mario and Luigi walked away. "What was that?"

Mario faced the turtle man with an almost philosophical look in his eyes. "I said that I don't need you, and I said that I won't end you. Please, use your ears, and when the time comes to change, do."

Ludwig did nothing as the two brothers-in-arms, and brothers literally, exited his humble abode. He did nothing to stop them, and he didn't know if he could. They dropped mercy on his weak body, picked it up, and dropped it again. He honestly didn't know what to do about that.

Then, when he was sure that they were gone, he raced for the computer screens and picked up a mouse. He opened up EBowser with a flame in his eyes, as he settled the cursor on what he had planned to be a Christmas gift for his fellow Koopaling generals; the latest model of the Clown Kart mech.

He would not let his father down.

Even if his father was in no mood to care anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE REST OF THE PROLOGUE