Super Smash Forever

SUMMARY: In a shocking event, most of Smash Mansion is left empty from a mass kidnapping. Luigi and a few others must enlist the help of unexpected friends to save them before it's too late.

PAIRINGS: Many, mostly canon, a few yaoi non-canon but not anything too serious. Some yuri if I'm in the mood

WARNINGS: Torture, language, sexuality, a few other things.

RATING: R

A/N: I apologize if there are inconsistencies. I tried my best, even went back and revised a few thousand times, but some of it still seems off to me. Anyway, enjoy!

On shaky legs, he stands. He looks, but doesn't see. The air is stale, dusty, and he coughs. He blinks, moves his arms and legs–no injuries, thank the stars–and licks his dry lips. There's a tiny light to his left, and he stares at it until his vision clears a little. It's Lucario, nursing a small ball of energy in his hands. The blue glow against his face makes him look mysterious, and he opens his eyes briefly before closing them to resume his meditating.

"Mario," he says quietly. "It's good to see you're up. I was starting to think I'd be alone all night."

Mario rubbed his head, realizing that his hat was missing.

"Night? How can-a you be sure?"

Lucario chuckled. "Don't mock me, human. I know."

Mario nodded slowly, willing to trust the Pokémon's judgment. He often "just knew" things, and he was never wrong. Mario curled his fists around the metal bars that separated them, looking at the light again.

"Can't-a you make that bigger?"

Lucario hissed, making Mario jump, and closed his eyes, as if to re-center himself.

"I can not. It seems our captors are pumping the air with anesthetics. My powers are drained."

To confirm, Mario attempted to make a fireball. His hand sparked weakly, letting off a pitiful amount of smoke. The drugs would explain his disorientation and fatigue, he supposed. He sighed heavily, dropping his arms to his sides. They suddenly felt like lead, as if his sorry excuse for a fireball had drained all the energy out of them.

"Clever..." he mused.

"Cowardly," Lucario snapped, practically fuming. Most of his fight came from the aura–take that away, and he was helpless. He hated it, it was a feeling that–as a Pokémon–he'd never experienced. Mario gave him a sympathetic look, moving to pat him on the knee, but then thought better of it. Lucario had sharp teeth, and he'd hate to make him angrier. He sat back on the ground, feeling the concrete with a gloved hand.

"Do-a you know who-a took us?"

"No, unfortunately. But I have a suspicion it was someone in the mansion. We keep some shady company. I warned you some time ago that they couldn't be trusted."

Mario shook his head sadly. None of the smashers had given him any reason not to trust them, not after Tabuu was defeated. For the most part, they'd behaved, and even mortal enemies seemed to push their differences aside. Everything was going swimmingly until this. Maybe he had been blind to it, maybe everything wasn't as peachy as he'd imagined it to be. Sure, tensions did run high sometimes, but he saw his housemates as the individuals who helped him defeat Tabuu, and for that he gave them each his respect. He sighed, frustrated. How could he have been so stupid?

Lucario seemed to sense the way he was feeling–which probably wasn't a bad guess–and said, "Don't blame yourself. You're a good man. Hope is not lost–a few of us were left behind."

Mario lifted his head, interested.

"Really? Do you think they can-a find us? Can-a you tell where we are?"

Lucario grunted, almost as if in pain.

"..we're not...on any world I know."

Mario smacked his palm against his forehead, sinking back onto the floor in defeat.

"Mama mia..."

"Don't give up just yet. We have some extraordinary friends on our team. I know they'll find us."

"How can you be-a so–"

Lucario was giving him a look that made him shut his mouth real quick.

"Let's-a hope you're right."

Lucario nodded curtly, then his head shot up and he looked around, ears perked.

"The others are waking up. Don't tell them too much. We don't want a panic on our hands."

"Right," Mario said, nervous about what he was going to say. Being the leader was a difficult task; he always had to be careful around the others. Sometimes he had to break up fights and settle arguments, usually leaving with some sour feelings towards himself. It was tedious and exhausting, and he knew news like this could never go well. They might even blame him for refusing the new security system Luigi had suggested. Mario had insisted that any intruder would have to deal with him personally. He'd promised to protect them...

Mario sighed and shook his head, feeling guilty. How could he protect them if he couldn't even protect himself?

A groan from the cage to his right startled him from his thoughts.

"That must've been some party..."

Mario couldn't help but laugh as Snake sat up, rubbing his head. He looked both ways, realization starting to dawn on him.

"Wait, what? Please tell me we're not in one of those S&M camps."

"No, Snake, we've been kidnapped," Lucario answered in an irritated tone. He never was too fond of the mercenary.

"Yeah? Who'd we piss off this time?"

Mario shrugged.

"Dunno. It could-a be someone we know, maybe even one of our friends, or someone we don't-a know. We've been-a trying to figure it out."

Snake grunted, which was an acceptable response to him. He took a look around the room again, not seeing much of anything.

"Where are we?"

"Uh..we're..."

"We don't know," Lucario cut in. He shot Mario a warning glare and then turned his attention back towards the aura.

Snake whipped a grenade from his belt and was about to yank the pin out of it when he realized freeing himself would involve blowing himself to smithereens. He muttered a curse word and tucked it away.

"Can't you guys get us out of here?"

"No. There's drugs-a in the air, our powers are useless."

Snake cursed some more and rummaged through his pockets, searching for a bomb small enough to blow open his cage without killing himself. Mario sighed.

"Don't bother."

Snake growled under his breath. "Can't stand cages...bring back too many memories..need to get out of here..."

Mario reached between the bars and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, making him jump.

"Don't-a worry. There were a couple of us who weren't-a captured. They'll find us."

Snake gave him a shaky nod. Snake wasn't the type of person to get scared, ever, but it seemed that powerlessness was bringing out the worst in everyone, even the strongest of them. The thought was unsettling.

Suddenly, he became worried about Peach, and his dear brother. Peach might be able to handle herself, but Luigi was fragile, especially in deep dark places–though no one could blame him for that after the incident with the Boos. He searched the room, looking for the familiar, green hat belonging to his twin. Unfortunately, it was much too dark. He grumbled, peeved, and turned to Lucario.

"Who is a-here?"

"Peach is here, unharmed, and growing conscious. I cannot sense Luigi."

Mario gave a sigh of relief.

Snake raised an eyebrow.

"That doesn't mean they didn't kill him."

Mario reached over and thwacked him on the head.

"Mama mia, don't-a talk like that."

Snake pushed his hand away and rubbed his head, annoyed.

"I'm just saying–"

"Don't!" Mario barked, and for once, Snake shut his mouth. Still, Mario couldn't get the thought out of his head. An image of Luigi laying dead in a ditch somewhere flashed through his mind, and he covered his eyes with his hands, sucking in a deep breath.

"Mama mia..."

Snake had an apologetic look in his eyes, but didn't say anything. Far be it from him to actually apologize. Mario lifted his head from his hands as he heard a couple more groans from somewhere in the room, and a voice called out, "Mario? Mario!"

"Peach?"

"Mario! Where are we?"

"Peach, just, uh, just a-listen to the sound of my voice. We've been kidnapped. Stay calm, we have people who can-a rescue us."

He heard Peach sigh heavily.

"What a nightmare."

"I know-a what you mean."

Snake gave up on breaking out and stood up.

"Okay, who's not dead?" he called.

There were several shouts of surprise as his outburst woke most of the brawlers, and a couple answered an affirmative. Some started yelling for their friends and panicked when there wasn't an answer. Mario scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat, seeing it as a time when he was needed.

"Okay everyone just-a needs to calm down. I'll explain everything once everyone is a-quiet..."

Surprisingly, the commotion actually died down, and he rubbed his temples, taking a deep breath.

Here we go.

Whoo! First chappie! Yes, I know the accents are weird. I'll cut down on them I promise. Feedback is much appreciated :3