A/N: So… I wrote this because I wanted to prove I can still write fanfics. That's really all the excuse that I have.
The sun was out.
It was a very nice sun. The shine of it swept through the busy city, lighting up even the dimmest places. It was the kind of sunshine that made you want to quit your job and go off dancing through flowery fields with woodland animals.
Truly, a nice sun.
But it didn't have that affect on everyone. In the center of the hubbub in these urban acres, fifty people stood.
There couldn't have been a more diverse group. There were heroes and villains, princes and princesses, humans and animals. Some were well-known in the gaming industries, while some had faded into obscurity in the few minutes that their premiere game had hit the shelves. There were monsters, mutants, demons, and angels. There was a swordsman in a green tunic, standing beside a princess he was sworn to protect. There was a short, fat, hairy Italian who had inexplicably gained the favor of another princess. There were two men who, beyond all reasonable logic, had managed to get legions of fangirls ready to die for them at the slightest word.
There were dinosaurs, ready to be ridden. There were electric rats and psychic cats. There were puffballs, primates, and sentient robots from the future. There were judo experts and small leaf-beings. No one had ever seen a stranger assemblage. But there was one thing odd about this crowd that stood out more than anything else.
Amidst the rustling of clothes as the people tried to make themselves comfortable, one could not hear a word.
It was utterly silent.
And everyone stood looking up at a set of iron-wrought gates. The gates, about a story high, were the finest that money could buy. They were unbelievably ornate, with dragons and other mythological creatures woven into the masterpiece so perfectly that you could call it delicate.
At the top of these gates, in craftsmanship only a master could accomplish, were these words:
"SUPER SMASH BROS. MELEE"
Now, review, fools. Or my mallet of death shall come upon thee.
And yes, I know that it's short.