Just a little preview to keep you guys noted on what has been going on, so you don't get confused.
1. They (the smashers) have lost the war against Tabuu.
2. Smash Mansion and it's residents were moved to an underground location, where Tabuu won't find them.
3. Master Hand got his, umm, 'hand' on some good technology to help them locate and track down other smashers, people who are born out of virtuality itself. (Therefore, we got some OCs in it).
4. Link is the main character.
Some things you should do while reading this story:
1. Review
2. Don't bother reviewing about spelling mistakes; WordPad doesn't do spellcheck.
3. Review
4. Keep checking in for new chapters.
5. Have fun reading it, and read to the end of this chapter at least before deciding to just ditch the story and read something else! (Yeah, I'm talking to you!)
(Oh, and 6: Don't forget to Review!)
Link looked down at the poor little boy, cowering on the ground. The boy couldn't take it, even after a week of living here. He was too weak, too scared, and they might never find out what his powers were.
The green archer sighed, frowning, and nudged the grimy, shaking figure with his leather boot. The kid had dirty blonde hair (it would be pure blonde, but we really mean dirty), a smudged and soil streaked white shirt which he refused anybody to wash, and ripped jeans. The boy hadn't told anybody his name, age, or anything about himself, much to the smasher's dismay. But they estimated he was around nine or ten, very young, but his powers were unknown, except scans showed he was brimming with heat energy. Ike, being a pyro himself, had gotten a few words from him with a few light shows and fires, but they had only learned that he was homeless all his life. That didn't help; no smasher had a home anymore except the Mansion, which was now the Underground Mansion.
"You can go now," Link told him. The boy nodded wordlessly, and scampered off to his empty chamber, where he always sat, day in and day out, never moving. Meals had to be delivered to him, instead of the boy coming and eating in the dining room.
"Do you think you were a little hard on the kid?" Sonic, the blue hedgehog, inquired as they watched the boy race off. "I mean, I think the sight of your master sword was enough, but the bombs? The tether? It had a claw on it, dude. That kid is super-twitchy, so did you think a claw was going to make it better?" Link pondered the hedgehog's words. He was right, of course, but the green swordsman couldn't help it.
"Sorry, Sonic. I guess you're right," Link said, sheathing his sword. "I just get so frusterated all the time. You know, with all the..." his voice drifted off, and he buried his head in his hands, walking over to the nearest bench to sit down, massaging his temples. Sonic sat down next to him, and put a friendly hand on his shoulder.
"I know, Link," Sonic said. "And, well, I'm sorry about..." He couldn't finish. It was a touchy subject for Link. It had been three months after they failed in their attempt to defeat Tabuu, and Link was blaming himself for the death of Zelda, his one true love. A vague memory of what had happened floated through Sonic's mind. She had been holding onto the edge of a platform in Subspace, barely hanging there by her fingers. Link had tried to come and help her, but he was too late. The Hylian princess had gone toppling into the pits of Subspace, never to be seen or heard from again. The Hero of Time had blamed himself over and over for the whole time, and no one could sway his mind.
"Yeah. Thanks," Link's voice was steady, but his face was hard with anger and sadness. He stood up and walked over to a training dummy, taking his Master Sword and hacking at it, sending stuffing and feathers flying everywhere.
Sonic sighed. He shouldn't have brought it up; he was so stupid. For a whole three months he didn't know how to tell Link he was sorry, and now, it simply put Link in a bad mood. What an idiot. The blue hedgehog frowned and blew a stray feather out of his face. So far, today had been pretty boring. No brawls were scheduled, no fires in the kitchen, nothing. Which is why Sonic thought angels had heard his plee for excitement when over the loudspeaker, Master Hand was heard.
"Smashers! Important!" That pricked everyone's ears. "We are recieving another brawler! I repeat, another smasher is entering! Please report in the recieving room to wait for further announcements,"
"ITSSSSSSSS AAA GUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL!" Crazy Hand shouted, making everyone cover their ears. Come on, it was a loudspeaker. We're talking loud folks, loud. Also, Crazy hand can make herself loud any day, no loudspeaker needed.
Sonic was off in a flash, ready to see who would be here. The Hand2431 (Crazy Hand had named it) was a giant machine that could track and pinpoint any smasher on anywhere on earth. When it had one located, it would wait until the smasher was old enough to survive transportation, and then teleport the smasher here. This was big news, which is why Sonic was surprised to see Link not coming, still practicing against dummies with TABUU written all over them. Link would usually like this kind of stuff, so he could train more people to keep his mind off things.
"Hey Link!" Sonic shouted. The green swordsman turned, pausing in his destruction of the mini TABUU's. "Aren't you coming?" Link shook his head, rustling his clean blond hair. The hedgehog shrugged and continued to race down the hallways, passing other smashers who were interested in seeing who the new person was. Snake and Captain Falcon were particularly 'interested' and 'curious' in seeing who this girl was. Sonic cursed Crazy Hand for giving out that un-needed information.
Link had decided not to come to the recievings anymore, but not because he just didn't feel like it, or was too laid-back and cool to get super excited of a new brawler coming. Link was scared of them. Yes, scared. Every time, some poor, helpless figure would appear on the landing. That was the curse of the smashers. They couldn't live a normal, happy life with humans. They had to survive on their own, making the sights of each things horrible and paining to look at. A boy with no arm. A hairless child. A baby, covered in scales and horns. A girl, half naked, almost frozen to death. Pitiful, scary people. Most died, soon after arrival. And, Link was shameful to admit, he didn't want to see their faces. Their pleading, helpless faces reminded him too much of Zelda's face, before she went toppling into Subspace. Too many things reminded him of Zelda. Too many.
Link sighed and trotted over to the more advanced training areas, wanting to keep his mind occupied on something other than the recievings. He looked over the holopad, scanning for a stage that would catch his eye. Finding nothing to his interest, Link set the stage choice to 'random' and entered the tranporter.
He was put on a virtual replica of Skyworld, and waited for the alloys. The alloys were just like moving dummies, except they were the same shape as some of the smashers at the Mansion, just with a large white dot instead of a face.
A green alloy, shaped like short, fat, puffball Kirby appeared on the stage, followed by a Captain Falcon shaped red one. Alloys were easy to defeat, as if each one already had at least 100% damage, and as each one entered the stage, Link felt occupied, but not entertained. It was boring, sending alloy after alloy off the Skyworld clouds, and Link felt like something should be better. Since the angels of heaven were feeling quite generous today, his wish was granted.
"New brawler entering" A make, nasal voice played over the loudspeaker. With a sort of computer chuckle, it added, "Threat level, massive," It was the sort of thing Ike or Snake would program the computer to do when they entered a brawl. It was so like them.
But it wasn't Snake or Ike or anyone of the sort. Link felt a searing pain in his back, and turned around just in time to see a black and silver foot kick him in the face, sending him over the edge of Skyworld, KOing himself.
Threat Level Massive. Link thought back in the Training Grounds, as he waited to see the smasher who had defeated him. No kidding.
"Hello Link," An unfamiliar woman's voice said. "I've never brawled before. Are you okay?" Link looked up and gasped.
Fin de capitulo uno. Or, in english, end of chapter one.
Okay, really short chapter, not that interesting, really sorry about that. I promise you it will get better though, okay?
Review please! It's awesome to get reviews, and I know you know that too. If there is a suggestion you would like to make, review. If there is a question you have, review (And the answer probably will turn up in the next chapter, if you ask soon enough). Review if you like it, just please review for me, okay?
Thank you.