A/N: Just a somewhat sad one-shot I came up with the other day. I would love to know what you guys think of it! Thanks!
Wh-where am I?
What is going on?
I look down towards my feet and see a glowing blue platform.
I can't be in the Brawl, can I?
I analyze the area around me. Below my platform is a blue, rectangular stage. Faint music echoes in the background. I see a red and white capsule fall from the sky. And, coming straight for me is a strange-looking yellow monster. Electricity bristles from its body. It's all too familiar…
I'm in the Brawl.
Surrealism and familiarity sweeps over me as I regain consciousness. I am in the Brawl. My name is Kirby. I am fighting against Pikachu on the Final Destination stage.
The blue platform lets go of me, and I kick into action.
Pikachu rushes towards me, and before I can react, he grabs me, stings me with electricity, and throws me up into the air. I try to move out of the way, knowing what's coming next, but the shock of his grab freezes my body.
"PIKA!" A small black thundercloud comes to his summon, appears above him (and, unfortunately, above me as well) and zaps me with a lightning bolt, throwing me to the ground.
He comes for more, but this time, I am ready for him. I grab him, jump high into the air, and slam him down against the ground. Pikachu's damage level is so high that as he bounces off the ground he goes flying into space, nearly out of bounds, but catches himself and comes back with a recovery move.
I'm just about to finish him off when I hear a gasp emitted from nowhere and a rainbow colored ball flies into the scene. If I can hit that Smash Ball, my Final Smash will cook him for sure.
We trip over ourselves and jump around, trying to hit the ball. I manage to hit it three times and jump into the air to receive my reward. Then I feel myself being pushed downwards and hear the sound of the ball breaking.
I'm not too happy about my face being used as a launch pad, but I can't deal with that right now. He has his Final Smash ready. All he has to do is make one move.
"VOLT TACKLE!" he yells. I watch as Pikachu turns from a small yellow mouse Pokémon into a massive blue ball of pure electricity.
He flies around the stage and attempts to hit me. I'm on my toes dodging back and forth trying not to get hurt. But my shield only lasts for so long, and as it breaks, I face my assailant. He flies into me, knocking me off the stage, and as I fall to my demise, I realize…
I am just a copy.