CAUTION: SMALL Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of liberty SPOLIERS
(A/N: In the beginning, It starts similar to MGS2, but then trails off, I'm not going to spoil that game, but sometimes will have situations that are really similar, also my first fic.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Smash Bros or Metal gear Solid or anything else that is mentioned in here, just the story.
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The Big Mansion Incident of 2008
Chapter One: Prologue
The night wasn't normal in the slightest, or so it would seem. A tall figure, enveloped by a tight sneaking suit, giving off an unusual gray that had a hint of blue in it, and wearing a bandana around his forehead, was standing on a platform that seemed to be moving. It was a flat platform, but had three platforms on top of it, unbelievably, suspended by nothing.The man checked underneath the platforms and above them, seemingly searching for the source of its levitation, but to no avail.To make things even more confusing, it was raining, on a platform that was moving nonetheless, and it was dark. Then, the figure deemed that the platform defied everything he had been taught, he grunted, and looked around, as if he was waiting or searching for something. After about one minute, he touched his ear and began to speak.
"Captain, this is Snake, I've reached the platform, but 'He' isn't here" the figure stated in a hushed tone.
"Good job, Snake, but how did you get up on the platform anyways?" asked another voice coming from the figure's ear.
"I had to run, or it would have left me behind, thank goodness you packed that Cypher" the figure said in a thankful voice.
"He'll be there, Battlefield is the only way to Final Destination, and 'He' has to go through it to ambush the Smashers." the other voice stated firmly. "And YOU need to stop him, or else He'll put a stop to the Smash Brothers tournament for good, and you can't let that happen, Snake"
"Got'cha, I'll wait till 'He' gets here… WAIT, that's him!" The figure stated as he was interrupted by the maniacal laughter of another voice.
The man turned around to see a floating white glove laughing erratically. The glove was moving all over the place, as if it were… Crazy. It's fingers couldn't keep still, as they glistened in the rainfall. The man stared in disbelief, for a moment, then quickly drew his handgun from its holster and pointed it at the glove.
"Sorry Crazy, but you aren't going to be able to go to Final Destination" the figure stated, focusing down the barrel of the gun
"Who's going to stop me?" The gloved laughed, then became more firmer and darker "Not some human with a few weapons and a cardboard box!"
"Never disrespect the BOX!" the man said defensively, then put his finger to the trigger and squeezed
The bullet left the barrel with an explosion of noise and gunpowder. The bullet spun from the rifled barrel and proceeded on its path to the glove. The 45. Caliber round hit the glove, where its pinky should have been. The glove started shaking itself around as if it were on fire.
"How does such a tiny weapon pack that much power!?" The aggravated glove demanded. It then formed itself into a fist, looking to rocket at the man.
"You can't even begin to understand how strong the 45. SOCOM is!" the figure announced in a proud tone and a smirk on his face. But then his smirk quickly disappeared as the glove rocketed towards him at sub-sonic speeds. The man rolled to the side, and just missed the glove as it created a crater where he had just been standing.
"Ha!" the man laughed, but the glove caught him off guard and swept him off his feet.
The man got back up with little hesitation, but he noticed his SOCOM was no longer in his hand. He looked around furiously, and spotted the dark weapon next to the edge of the platform. He rushed with all his might over to it, moving at an impressive rate for such a big man. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the glove had all of its fingers tensed and pointed straight forward as it zoomed to him. The man rolled over the attack by just a few inches, and on his way down, he caught the SOCOM, but before he could get back up on his feet, he noticed he was still sliding, because he had completely forgotten about the rain. Try as he might, he couldn't stop.
"Eghyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" the man yelled as his voice faded away as he fell off the platform. The platform became quiet, except for the soft rain trickling on the steel floor.
"Impudent fool, did he really think he could stop me?" The glove laughed maniacally again as it started to float away. "Probably the last anyone will ever hear from Solid Snake!"
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(a/n: I tried to make it feel like the Tanker Chapter, and the name is deprived of the Big Shell Incident of 2009)