Super Smash Bros: Broken Reality

by Multusvalde

In a reality where the Super Smash Brothers don't know each other (at first) and live on Earth as normal people, a series of unfortunate events occur that pits an unlikely team of heroes against a legion of evil! A much more realistic take on the characters, with Bowser running a terrorist organisation and what not... What could possibly go wrong?

1. Chapter 1

Thank you for choosing to read Super Smash Bros. Broken Reality! I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros. or any of the franchises featured within the game. Any companies that may be mentioned in this story are not in any kind of partnership with me.

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King Philip II's Palace

France

26th January, 1199 A.D

1400 hours

(Author's Note. Calling the palace 'King Philip's Palace' may seem like a bit of a cop-out, but I searched the web for a full hour trying to find out where King Philip II lived and came up empty-handed. :P)

"My sincere apologies sire, but I bear unpleasant news!" a general said as he entered King Philip II's throne room. He had clearly been in a rush to get there, as he was panting heavily and he was practically lying down as he kneeled before his monarch.

"What is it?" The French royalty asked. The general got up off the ground, still panting.

"An Egyptian warlord has invaded our country. He has captured Château de Châlus-Chabrol, and all the troops that once resided there are missing!"

King Philip's eyebrows raised upon hearing this. An Egyptian warlord? Had Egypt sided with King Richard the Lionheart and his English troops, or were the Egyptians an entirely different army? Either way, something needed to be done.

"Do you know if the Egyptians have sided with England?" The King asked.

"No, the English haven't sided with them. In fact, the Egyptians almost completely wiped out Richard's army when they bumped into each other just outside the French border."

Philip was now even more surprised, and now even frightened.

"Rally the troops, and send that Richard fellow a letter. Ask him if he wants to temporary ally with us in order to defeat this threat." The soldier nodded his head in understanding.

"As you wish your majesty."

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1500 hours

Prince Corrin wandered the halls of the palace, searching for his father. Occasionally he would pass an open window which would blow his white hair all over the place, but he didn't care. He quickly gathered his composure together. Eventually, he found his father, and stormed over to him.

"Greetings father," Corrin said through clenched teeth. Philip could almost taste the venom from his words.

"How may I be of help my boy?" Philip calmly replied. Corrin breathed in and out rapidly, his temperature quickly rising through the roof. He had often been told he had the anger of a dragon.

"I heard you were rallying the troops for an attack on Château de Châlus-Chabrol," the prince said. "And I was wondering why I wasn't invited. You always tell me first before organising these because it's MY job to lead those soldiers into battle! It's MY job to win battle after battle! Why aren't I going?"

"Because I'm going Corrin, and I need you to look after France for me while I'm gone," the King calmly stated. Corrin still wanted more though.

"You always go anyway and you never leave anyone to look after the place! Why is this mission any different?" Corrin retaliated.

"ENOUGH CORRIN! You're not coming! Do I make myself clear?" Philip, now fed up with his son's antics, yelled. The two stared at each other for a brief second, before Corrin shook his head and turned around, walking away.

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King Philip II's Palace, France

11th February, 1199 A.D

1800 hours

It had been over two weeks, but Philip finally got a letter back from King Richard, who graciously accepted their help, and so Philip and his army left immediately after gathering the supplies. Corrin watched them leave through his stain-glassed window as he thought long and hard about the conversation he had with his father sixteen days ago. Why would he not be allowed on this mission? He had gone on many other missions before. Then it hit him.

His father had never allowed him to go to England and never allowed him to meet the English.

There was something his father was hiding and he was going to find out what it was.

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Somewhere in France

4th March, 1199 A.D

Corrin grabbed an apple from the stall and quickly hid it under his cloak when the shopkeeper wasn't looking. He quickly walked off and made sure it wasn't possible for the shopkeeper to see him before he took the apple out and examined his prize. It was perfect. It was so red, and looked so juicy. Corrin was going to enjoy this.

He took a bite and savoured the moment. It tasted just as good as it looked. He sat on the ground, leaning on a wall and eating his apple, thinking about the past month. He had grabbed all of his important possessions the day his father left and he ran away. He continuously hitched ride after ride as he attempted to make his journey across the country, his final destination being Château de Châlus-Chabrol. He had quickly ran out of money, so he mostly relied on stealing food and riding under carriages.

And now he was only about a day away, about seven hours of walking, or maybe four hours of riding underneath a carriage. He smiled as he finished his apple and got up, throwing the core into some nearby grass. He began walking down the street again, looking for some more free food like an archer hunts for pheasants. His eyes widened as he passed a meat shop, a peacock hanging up in the window. Corrin considered it for a moment. Was it worth stealing? Was it worth the risk of being caught, lest his father find out about his misdeeds? Corrin licked his lips. Peacocks were a very rare treat.

He tightened his cloak and walked into the shop. The peacock was very large, indoors AND in the window. It was going to be a very tricky steal indeed. Maybe he would just take a leg?

"Hello good sir! How may I help you?" The shopkeeper asked him, his wide smile showing off disgusting yellow teeth. Corrin didn't feel guilty in the slightest about stealing from this man. He smelled horrid, and his clothes were covered in the juices involved with being a butcher. Corrin looked around and noticed the shopkeeper didn't have any pork on display.

"Do you have any pork?" He asked. The shopkeeper smiled again.

"I might just have some out the back!" The shopkeeper replied before he opened the door behind the counter and went through it. Corrin now had a couple of seconds to make his catch. He quickly tore off two of the legs off the peacock, hid them under his cloak and discreetly left the building and quickly made his way through the crowd on the street. He looked behind making sure the shopkeeper never noticed him. Seeing that nobody was following him, Corrin allowed a small smile to creep across his lips.

OOF!

"Imbecile" Corrin thought to himself. "I should've watched where I was going!"

"Sorry sir!" Corrin said to the man he'd just bumped into. He quickly began to walk away, eager to make a getaway, but the man grabbed Corrin's shoulder.

"You know, peacock isn't that easy to find these days. I'll think you'll find it's worth a lot," he said.

Corrin froze.

"If you want to arrest me, it's going to be harder than you think." Corrin replied. The man chuckled.

"I don't want to arrest you! I'm only trying to get you to return the peacock," the man stated.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Corrin replied, his hand slowly wandering down to his sheath, where his sword laid dormant.

"We're going to have a problem then," the man said, pulling out his sword as he spoke. The crowd around the two men took numerous steps back, watching with excitement.

Corrin observed the blade his opponent wielded. It was a golden masterpiece. It looked like it had been made by the perfect blacksmith, almost as if the sword was blessed by the gods. It was a two-handed sword.

What really worried Corrin was the fact that this man was wielding this two-handed sword with ONE ARM.

"Prepare yourself!" the man challenged him.

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Thank you for choosing to read my story again! It means a lot to me! Sorry if this chapter is a bit short, but I really wanted to get something out before I went on holiday for a month. Please review. I don't care if you think my story should burn in a fire or be crowned King of the United Kingdom. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY. If you have a problem with the story, at least tell me in a nice way. As in, no flames XD. Reviews are what keeps an author going, like a Smash Ball to a losing player.

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