Author's Note: Hello there readers. For those of you who were reading this below average fanfic, you should know that it is currently being redone. The timeline of this fanfic takes place during Super Smash Bros Brawl and for fear of spoiling anything I shall reveal nothing else. For starters, the 'Menace of Steel' arc I planned is still gonna happen but certain things planned for it will be changed. To give you guys a spoiler, a new arc called 'Squeals of Pigs' is currently in development. Nothing else shall be said about it. Sorry about the flub you may have seen on this page considering I meant to upload this but instead I uploaded 'A Night in Hollow Bastion'. Anyways, if you enjoy this fanfic then, as my duty as a fanfic writer I'll shall try to make it enjoyable for you.

Disclaimer: The series shown in the Super Smash Bros series alongside all characters, plots, items and ideas from each of those series belong to their respective owners. This is a simple fanfic that is being written (or typed) for no monetary gain whatsoever.

Chapter 1: Squeals of Pigs

A common stereotype (no not types of stereo) of villainous lairs was that they were dark, obvious and generally frightening. This lair, located in a desert with dark grey clouds blocking out the sun, was based off a demonic looking dragon with the sky being the way it was only helping in setting a frightening atmosphere aroundside the lair. In one dimly lit room of this lair were two figures, one of whom began to speak.

"Those idiots think they had me beat now, did they?" uttered a raspy, scratchy voice belonged to a man who could be best described in the dimness of the room looking a short old man with a noticeable beard as white as bleached bones due to dimly lighting of the room. Alongside the man in the room was

"Well sir, they actually di..." replied a slightly muffled yet very easy to hear slightly high-pitched voice belonging a person with a female figure who could best be said wearing a yellow bodysuit with a mask on yet due to the poor lighting of the room it was hard to describe anything else. The reply was which was soon interuptted by a shrill cry of "SILENCE!" from the the tired-sounding voice.

"They think that I would simply lay down after being defeated and play dead like a possum. What FOOLS!" replied the exausted sounding voice following up these words with a few rough coughs.

"Sir, are you-" was the concerned response of the shadowed man with the somewhat muffled-yet-perfectly understandable voice yet again being rudely cut off by the ancient-sounding voice blurting a quick "I'm okay you mindless numbskull!" to the yellow-clad figure followed by a couple of quick, shallow wheezes.

Finishing his last wheezes, the old man spoke again. "No matter what they try and throw at mine, this time it is I who shall reign as the victor and them as my servants. Well, if their lucky enough to declared servants that is."

"Major Trombone", the old man called out to the now named female figure, "amass the troops under your command. The invasion begins in a few minutes. Try, no wait, DO not fail me or else you'll find the consequences to be most...unenjoyable. Now go!" the man of ancient age replied, finished his order/threat with a series of quick coughs. Major Trombone left immediately but not before raising her hand in the air as a salute to her boss.

"However, two of them't get the luxury of becoming my servants. They'll just be, well up in heaven! Or hell! SPANKETY, SPANKETY, SPANKETY!" finished the old commander before being overtaken by a series of coiughs.

End of Chapter

Author's Note: Well, here's the beginning of Squeals of Pigs for you all. Took me quite a bit of time to type this. Oh well, at least it's summer. Anyways, a review whether it's praise or constructive criticism is well appreciated.

Next Chapter: The Right to Play.