Author's Note: Wow! I am not dead!
I wanted to try making more dialogue-based stories, so here. To celebrate the announcement of Smash Ultimate, I'm giving you two chapters for the price of one!
I don't own any of the characters, but I wish I did.
Sometimes, it Sucks to:
Deal with Language Barriers.
"Hey, I've been thinking about things recently. If all the smashers are from different universes, shouldn't we be glad that all of us coincidentally speak the same language?"
"Ness, you're one of the original twelve. Don't you remember that spell Master Hand cast on us? You know, the one that allows us to understand each other?" said Lucas. Right now, they were sitting at one table together in the dining hall eating lunch.
"...Oh."
"Wait a second... you can read everyone's thoughts, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Now that I think about it, I'm picking up a lot of what almost sounds like gibberish to me."
Ness continued listening to the current thoughts of the other smashers. He swore that from somewhere in the mansion, he could hear Marth...in broken English? Since when did he learn that? It's not like anyone would need to anyway, but he decided not to question it. Then, he heard a thought from Lucas.
"He must have horrible memory and logic if he forgot how this world works... I guess that explains why Ness still occasionally eats out of trash cans."
He then telepathically replied, "You know, even with all that background noise, I still heard that."
Author's Note: What do you think?