And huzzah! Welcome to my newest story! As said in the title, this is the sequel to Smash School, and I hope ya'll enjoy it! I'm accepting five more OCs, so send 'em in! Form is at the bottom of the prologue, or you can send one using your own.

Sage-of-Spades already sent her OC in, but I'm still accepting five more, so... Yeah.

Disclaimer: Me no own SSB, SSBM, or SSBB

Smash School:
Lost Students.

Master Hand looked at the two delinquents in front of him. A glare was sent at the now fourteen year-old brunette in the chair to the right before him.

Mystique. No last name. Brunette, as stated before, with blonde streaks, and red tinged ends. A small braid at the side. Her signature purple, with black sleeved shirt, black jeans, and matching combat boots. Her blue eyes, standing out from her slightly tanned skin, and brown hair, glare right on back at him.

And to to the left

Chiara Triante. The hot-headed, seventeen year-old. Her choppy, darkened auburn hair being the only thing other then his back that's visible. She had turned her chair around, spewing profanity, and refusing to look the hand in the... Fingers(?).

"As for punishment," Master Hand started, earning a groan from Mystique and a 'I don't give no sh*t about punishment' from Chiara.

"Mystique, since both of you will be receiving detention for the next week, you will be sure to show Chiara to the Punishment Room, correct?"

"Correct, oh great, mighty and masterful hand of the great kingdom of-"

"That is enough. Now Chiara, if you will please turn around." Huffing, Chiara turned half way, giving the hand a sideways glance. Her sharp hazel eyes throwing daggers at Mystique, who had stuck her tongue out at her.

"I expected this much from Mystique," He sent said teen a look that only she ever got.

"But this is your first week of high school and I expected a bit of cooperation from you." He finished.

"I don't want to be at this godd*mned school." Chiara grunted, returning to his previous position. One last scoot and Chiara's back was once again turned. Then a loud resounding

BANG

and Master Hand looked up at the door. There standing in the doorway, panting heavily, was two angels, and a towering Kaiju. The young angel beside Pit had surprisingly grey hair, rather dark for an angel, and stunning indigo eyes. She wore a plain blue t-shirt, and simple jeans.

Now the Kaiju beside her was something else. Giant compared to the angel beside him, with long spikes runnng up his back, An assortment of complicated appendages sprouting every which-way adorned the rest of his figure.

"Is there a problem, Pit, Aryn, Dagger?" The hand glanced at each figure on saying their names.

"Well yes, it seems as though several students have not arrived at the school yet. All being a week late." Pit explained.

"How many...?"

"Er... Ten."

"Names?"

"Jay Mixe, April Toadstool, Josh, Jasmine, Alice Ringo, Tex Stylus, Kit, Sabrina Feller, Lyric, and Nylon." Pit stated.

"Master Hand please! We have to go find them!" Aryn exclaimed, tears coming to her eyes. Dagger grunter in agreement.

"Alright, I will arrange a search par-" A brilliant idea came to Master Hand's mind.

"Actually, Aryn, Dagger, you may form a team to look for the missing students. It can be anyone within the school." Aryn's face boasted a shocked expression, but she nodded along with Dagger before the two turned to leave.

"Oh, and one other thing," They turned, inquiring looks on their faces.

"You have to bring these two along." Master Hand gestured at the two girls.

"Eh?!"

Wow, this prologue is even shorter then last time!

OC form:

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Personality:

Appearance:

Weaponry:

Abilities:

Past(optional):

Extras(Whatever you feel necessary(Optional)):

That's a crappy OC form! Feel free to add onto it! I can't wait to see what kind of OCs you guys send in!

Until next time,

~Not-Alone-Anymore