Disclamer: I don't own SSB:M, or Ice climbers or Invader Zim, so HA!!
A/N: In this piece of FICTION, the Ice climbers are twins. If you view them as a couple, use your head and don't read it. Flames aren't accepted but opinions are.
Despite the rapidly falling snow, Popo pounced from cliff to cliff, using his hidden pickaxe time to time. Nana watched and followed every move, like a pink shadow. The spikes on the shoes of the boy dressed in blue hit a crack on a piece of ice, and lost balance.
"Wahhh!!" he cried after tipping over.
Since Nana was on a cliff below him and her brother was just to the right of her, she stuck out her brown-gloved hand, which grabbed a forearm of furred cobalt. Popo opened one of his tightly shuteyes and blinked open the other after finding out that he's not dead. The pink twin looped a white rope around his waist and carried her brother up. He softly smiled in thanks and picked up where he last left. They both kept the rope around themselves just in case of another slip up.
At last, Popo struck the pick onto the last patch of snow and haul himself to stand upon it. Nana clambered up and took her place beside him. They faced each other, smiled, gave the trademark high five, and faced out to the winter wonderland that lies at their feet.
"Wow, finally at the top," Nana spoke. Her brother nodded.
"Maybe we should rest here, the sun is setting," Popo suggested.
Three cliffs down, something that looks like a mix of a robot and a polar bear stares at the duo. The one who is watching from and controlling it, is the Master hand.
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"Look at them," he growled. "Happy in their safe little home." The white glove floated to a glass case. Many statues of fighters stood side by side. A small, individual spotlight shone on each figure. All the spots were filled, but one.
"Looking at your dollies again?" the Crazy hand asked.
"They are not dolls, you dolt! They're like living statues"
"Can I play with those action figures then?" he pointed a finger at the men with swords.
"No! They're mine! All mine! And Mom says that I don't have to share."
"Sheesh, ya big baby…"
"Wait….I know a 'action figure' we can share…" he motioned himself to the large computer screen which held the animation of the Ice climbers.
"Why can't you get it yourself like all the others?"
"I tried. They're too hectic. So…maybe you can help."
"….You're gonna tell Mom if I say 'not in your worthless life' huh?"
"Hm….yep."
"Geez, I hate having a twin.. Now, what am I forced to do?"
"Well, you can help me take Popo."
"Why can't we just take the pink one?"
"Haven't you watched T.V.?! If we take the girl, the guy will kick our butts and take her back. Now if we take the boy, she'll never make it alive!"
"….riiight."
"I'll just pretend I didn't hear that. Get over here and help me type a ransom letter thing." The now bossy hand hovered over the keyboard before clicking on Microsoft Word.
******
The bright moon shone over two set-up tents that pointed to a burnt out bonfire. Popo and Nana slept in their own colored tent, resting from their adventure. Above them, two orbs that looked like black holes opened. A pair of gloves bore the color gray under the natural source of light.
"Whee! I wanna go on the ride again!" the Crazy one shouted.
"Shhh! You're going to wake them you twit." The other one whispered.
"So…which's ones the blue dude?"
"Isn't it obvious! The blue one goes in the blue tent and the pink one goes in the pink tent!" the Master hand pointed to each one while speaking about it.
"Alright alright. I really think that the cold is getting to ya." They lowered themselves down, getting closer to the small navy shelter. Popo took note of the sudden loss of light and forced one eye open. He sat up from the sleeping bag and rubbed his other eye open. He tensed up when his ears encountered whispers. Arming himself with his wooden mallet, he poked his dark brown head out.
"Who's there?" He shouted. The whispering stopped.
"Well well well, looks who's up past his bed time." The Master hand mocked.
"What do you want?!" Popo frowned.
"Just…YOU!" the Crazy hand was behind him and snatched him in an instant. As a reaction, Popo tried to break back out while telling his sister to wake up and run.
"Hey! How come I'm stuck with the rat!?" the Crazy hand's fist struggled to keep the continents inside.
"My hand are very sensitive and the cold weather isn't helping," his spoiled brother countered.
"Nyah, whatever…" by now Nana jolted out of her tent and charged at the hand that kept her brother.
"I'm coming Popo!" the pink figure jumped and smashed her hammer on the fingers of the Crazy hand.
"Ow! Can we go now?!" he asked in an irritated tone. The insane one pushed her aside.
The Master hand snapped his fingers and the vortexes reopened. They quickly bolted in, leaving a note for a crying sister to read. Nana wiped her eyes and read the note in search for answers.
'Dear BANANA! It's Nana you dolt.,
Anyways, as you may know we have kidnapped your brother POO POO!! It's Popo you idiot. EHEHEHEHEHE!!! The only way to get your beloved brother back is to go into a portal that will lead you to DISNEY LAND! No no no! Stop doing that! FINE YOU BIG BABY. Am not ARE TOO. Am not. ARE TOO. Am not. ARE TOO. Am not ARE TOO. Am not. ARE TOO. Am not. ARE TOO. Am not ARE TOO. Am not. ARE TOO. Am not. ARE TOO.'
Nana flipped pages and pages of the childish argument until it stopped on the 10th page.
'ARE TOO. Fine, whatever. It'll lead you to a fight that you must win. There will be many round and you will have to get past all of them and try to beat my brother and me. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Why did you break the delete key?
HUGS AND KISSES,
THE CRAZY HAND (I AM THE BEST!)
The Master hand (You are not.)
(YES HUH)
(Nu uh)
(YES HUH)
(Nu uh)
(YES HUH)
(Yes huh isn't even a word)
(…YES HUH)
(Nu uh)…'
And the young ice climber stop reading the idiotic debate and kept the papers just in case she needed firewood. She quickly got dressed and waited for the portal to open. When it finally came, she was unsure. She tied a rope around a large rock and tied the other end to her waist. She paused. This was the same rope that always held her and her brother together, far from danger. It's not working now, but it could help. She crept towards it, as if it'll pull her in. She poked her hammer through it, checking if anything would bite. Noting but black matter. Her hand followed through with the mallet, then her arm. She pulled it back out and hummed in disbelief. Not wanting to waste time, she jumped in and landed in a new world.
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"It's no use to bang your little hammer on the bars," The Master hand advised. "It's stronger than wood."
"I know, but it is a good way to annoy the heck outta you," Popo spat back, frowning.
"Temper temper, I know you miss your sister, but that's not how to act."
"You don't know what it's like being caged up in some dark place and away from family!"
The Crazy hand drifted in, still sore from the small but brutal beating.
"When he turns into one of those plastic thingys, can I melt him on the stove?" he asked.
"Sure, why not." The Master hand grinned. His twin floated to the case and made a discovery.
"Hey, where are your other toys? I thought you only needed one spot to fill."
"Somebody needs to fight that girlish brat." Popo hurled his mallet at the Master hand. He just shook it off.
"Protective aren't we? Well, Let's see if you can protect her now…" he motioned to the computer screen which looked like a television set. Popo raised an eyebrow at what he saw.
"Ack! Crazy! It's not the time to watch Invader Zim now!"
"Look at me dance like a monkey!" was the response. The Master hand changed it to the first battle. The blue Ice climber waited in fear for his sister's safety.
TBC….
A/N: Since I'm not very choosey, when you good people REVIEW, vote on who fights Nana, kay? Can't be herself or Popo. Sowwy.