HELLO EVERYONE!
I'm back, and now have a better, edited version of the story. Or at least the first chapter. Everyone has seen the reviews, and I honestly have a lot of people to thank for their honest criticism. Specifically, a large shoutout to SmashKing24, TegamiBachi25, Koume and Kotake, and Junior BLD. These people have given reviews, PMs, all sorts of things that have helped me get back into touch with everything a bit more, and know what I needed to change, and there was A LOT I needed to change in terms of story. Yes, unintentionally, Sigma became a Gary Sue. I didn't want that, honestly, and while I planned to make him weaker later, honestly, I felt like it wouldn't work out in the end. I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this out. As a high school student in three different AP classes, two concurrent enrollment, small game designer, author, and gamer, it's hard to organize my schedule. Throw a job where I work close to forty hours a week and it gets tough to consistently write as I have in the past. I apologize for that. Anyway, check out the amazing people who reviewed this story. Leave a review on the story if you like it. But more about that at the end. ON TO THE CHAPTER!
He's not like us: Chapter One
The Arrival
There was a feeling of anxiety and excitement in the air at the Super Smash Brothers Mansion. Recently, Nintendo had signed a deal with a company known as Mystery Games to allow one of their star characters to join the roster.
The entire crew stood in front of a spiraling blue portal in the center of the garden of the courtyard. From the newest members in the back to the veterans, the crowd was chattering non-stop, speculating and spreading rumors of who it was that was coming. The only ones who wielded that information was Master Hand and Crazy Hand, who floated silently above everyone. In the front of the group stood the three most respected of the Smashers. To the furthest left stood a tall young man, no older than twenty-three. He had dirty blond hair, his bright blue eyes gleaming mischievously. He was muscled, most of it hidden behind his green tunic and leggings on his back. He wore a sword and shield, the shield bearing a symbol with three yellow triangles on it, stacked with two on bottom, one on the top. His left hand bore the same symbol.
Next to him stood a young woman, roughly twenty-five, who was slightly taller than the younger man next to her. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her cold, icey blue eyes glanced around the crowd, unforgiving and calculating, giving harsh glares to anyone who stared at her very feminine physique, which was accented by the skin tight jumpsuit, known as the Zero suit Her muscles while not large, were well defined, showing off her obvious experience, still athleticism.
To the furthest right, a small older man, roughly five foot-two. He had brown hair, which was mostly hidden under his red cap that had an M on it. His green eyes were playful, excited for upcoming events. Most of his mouth was hidden under his bushy mustache. He wore a red shirt, with blue overalls. His long sleeves connected to his white gloves, which were pristine.
Mario itched his mustache and asked the two standing next to him, "What-a do you-a think-a like new guy will-a be like?" The other two looked at each other and shrugged.
"I'm not entirely sure. I'm just hoping he's a good fighter, that brings something different to the table," Link responded, adjusting his sword strap, as it was pulling uncomfortably at his chest.
Samus shook her head. "I just need someone else here besides you guys who won't ogle me for my looks," As she said this, Samus gave a meaningful glare at the three main culprits of this. Captain Falcon, Little Mac, and Snake, who saw her harsh stare and understood the meaning behind it immediately. They'd received it enough to know exactly what it meant. They turned their heads away instantly, whistling innocently. It only caused Samus to glare at the more.
Mario nodded in agreement with his two friends. Maybe not so much on Samus' point, but he had high hopes for this new person.
"As long as they fight good without buffs from the devs, I think most of us here won't care. I just don't want another Pichu," Snake joked, getting a chuckle out of a lot of the Smashers who were around to deal with Pichu, or who had been there for Brawl. He'd tried out for Brawl, as he was on the list of unsure entrees, and was trying to walk on. He failed miserably, and decided to go on a long training journey with his Pokemon trainer.
Pikachu glared at Snake. He was the only one who didn't find the joke amusing, as Pichu was his younger cousin, and felt very protective of him. He walked up behind the super spy and shocked the back of his leg, causing SNake to jump and yelp in brief pain.
"Ow! Why you little-," Snake grumbled before kicking the yellow pokemon, hard. Pikachu flew a couple feet before landing on his feet, and letting out a low growl. Snake and Pikachu were constantly at each other's throats, due to Snake's constant provocative nature, and shots at Pichu.
Before an all out fight could start between the two aggravated smasher Master Hand snapped, pointer finger going from one to the other.
"No fighting, you two. I don't want to repair the courtyard, again. Besides, Snake if you continue insulting other Smashers, previous or not, I will let Samus beat you for every insensitive or sexual comment you've ever made to her."
"Snake," Samus smiled, maliciously, "Don't stop now because of me."
Snake shivered. He raised his hands in surrender, then looked towards Pikachu and sneered. "We'll finish this later, rat."
Pikachu just stuck his small tongue out at the man, before turning back to the portal. Crazy Hand shook excitedly.
"He should be here any second now. Any minute, hour, second, nanoseconds, deci-."
"We get it, Crazy," Master Hand said, calming his younger brother, "He'll be here soon."
The crowd cheered. THey'd only been waiting roughly five minutes, but still, it was long enough to cause a lot of them to grow impatient.
They sat silently in front of the portal quietly, whispering their doubts and frustrations to those closest to them. After eight minutes of waiting, everyone was getting very impatient.
Bowser, one of the least patient Smashers went to speak, ready to complain about how long it was taking for this new guy to get here, when he felt someone lean against his shoulder. Expecting it to be Ganondorf, Bowser turned, ready to rip into the person leaning against, only to find it was someone he didn't recognize standing there. The man stood there, casually eating an apple as if nothing was wrong. Bowser raised an eyebrow, and was about to raise question when the stranger spoke.
"What are you all waiting around for?" the man asked, his voice lacking any distinct accent, his friendly tone of voice radiating through the crowd. Everyone jumped at the sudden, new voice and turned, and studied the stranger amidst them. He was lightly tanned, with brown hair, and bright, red eyes. His clothes were simple, a purple t-shirt, blue jeans, and black combat boots.
Master Hand and Crazy Hand seemed to look at each other for a moment, then let out rumbling laughs. The man looked at the two, confused, but not as confused as the Smashers who looked wide-eyed from the swirling hole in reality, to the Hands to the mysterious figure causing a ruckus.
"What? What'd I miss?" It was then the man noticed the swirling portal in the middle of the courtyard, and his face fell into one of the understanding.
"Oh," he said, as the Hands laughed even more at the guy's expression, "Was I supposed to come through that rift?"
Master Hand stopped laughing long enough to answer the man's question. "Yes. Yes, you were."
The man snickered, the snapped. Everyone gasped in shock as an orange portal that was obviously connected to the blue one opened up in front of the mystery guy. He jumped through it and appeared in front of the other one, his hands raised, and yelled, "Ta-da!"
Master Hand, Crazy Hand, and the young man began laughing hysterically. Everyone looked questioningly at the three giggling figures.
"Sorry, everyone. I didn't think Bryce would make a mistake like that," Crazy apologized.
"What'd you expect," Bryce chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye, "You just said, 'Sigma, be ready to come at Smash Mansion by three o'clock,' I was ready by then, and hopped on over through one of my rifts five minutes later."
"Everyone, if you haven't already guessed, this is Bryce, the new character we brought into the roster," Master Hand said.
"If he's from a popular, how come we don't recognize him?" Sonic questioned, his quills bristling frustratedly. All he could think of was how this 'nobody' had cheated Tails or Knuckles out of a chance to be on the roster.
"Huh?" Bryce grunted, and looked at himself in a mirror that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Oh, I'm still in my casual appearance. Here, lemme fix that."
In a blink, Bryce changed from a casual man, to something more soldier like. He wore a reflective blue armor, with purple conduits running throughout the suit. His hair was a dark black, spikier than before. His eyes were glowing an even deeper, richer red than before. His skin lightened slightly, and his shoulder broadened a little bit. Blue and green mist swirled around him, crazily.
"The earlier form is my actual appearance, but this is the look I held up in my game. In my game, and in this form, I go by-" Bryce started, only to be cut off by the scream of a lot children.
"Sigma!"
"Hey, what do ya know. I've got fans here," Sigma smirked. Over in the crowd, almost all the kids were flipping out.
"Oh my gosh, you're Sigma? Like, the real Sigma? From Omni?" Lucas questioned excitedly.
"Yes, I am," Sigma confirmed.
"Oh my gosh, that is so cool," Nana squealed, fangirling so much. Pop began to blush madly, embarrassed at his sister's reaction.
Some of the older crowd recognized the armor, and game. It'd been a top contender for game of the year, but was beat out by Undertale's sequel, Soultale.
Fox smiled and spoke, "Your game is pretty good. The multiplayer is addicting."
"Amen to that," Cloud agreed, smiling as well.
"I have so much fun trying to be a completionist on that game," Shulk remarked, "So many rewards for side missions and achievements."
"Can you really fly without wing?" Pit asked, innocently. Sigma didn't say anything, rather he flew right into the air, did a few aerial tricks, then landed back on the ground.
"Wow," Palutena whistled, "Impressive achievement for a mortal."
"That's the kicker," Master Hand said, "He isn't mortal."
Those who didn't know looked mildly surprised, while those who had played the game just nodded in acknowledgement that this was true.
"Dude, you are super tough, it's insane," Megaman commented, and Sigma nodded his head to the blue bomber.
"I thank you for the compliment, Rock."
Before anything else could be said, a low, maniacal laugh echoed from the back of the crowd. Everyone turned to see Ganondorf, surrounded by a shadowy mist, chuckling. "Oh yes, Sigma is super tough. That is till you mention that little scum Natalie. Then he's an emotional wreck."
Lot's of people gasped, many who had played Omni paled, and were floored by Ganondorf's comment. Sigma's eye's narrowed, standing up straight, a red tint surrounding him.
"What'd you say?"
Ganondorf smirked, "You hear me. You're so tough till someone brings up this mysterious 'Natalie' girl, who's probably nothing more than a worthless life yo-," Ganondorf didn't even finish his sentence before Sigma punched him full force.
Ganondorf flew across the courtyard into the wall of the east wing of Smash Mansion. Rubble covered Ganondorf, hiding him from view. Sigma still stood in the same position he'd been in when he punched Ganondorf, taking deep breaths, his body surrounded by a blood red aura. He seemed to be trying to calm himself.
The pile Ganondorf was buried under suddenly exploded in purple flames with an angry Ganondorf standing in the center of the fire.
"How dare you hit me, you-" Ganondorf started, only to be cut off by Sigma, who was advancing towards the triforce wielder of Power.
"How dare I? How dare you! Filth as vile and disgusting as you has no right to bad mouth Natalie. Especially when you know nothing about how amazing she was."
"She dealt with you. She obviously wouldn't have amounted to much," Ganondorf growled staring down Sigma, who now stood in front of him.
"Take it back, you despicable piece of-."
"Sigma, Ganondorf!" Master Hand called out, his voice radiating power and demanding respect. The two glared at him, their hate and anger emanating off their bodies in thick waves.
"Stop this, right now."
"And why would we do that?" Ganondorf snarled, looking back at Sigma, who scowled viciously.
"Because I'll slam you both right here and now with a Master Bolt."
At this, another gasp came from the crowd, who'd been watching the scene in front of them silently. The threat of the Master Bolt was a threat on your life, basically. It was a bolt of lightening, strong enough to put a atomic bomb to shame. While they were in the mansion it wouldn't kill them, it would cause the victim sever pain, and was usually a really good way of keeping people in check.
Both men didn't move, not taking their eyes off of the other, and said bitterly, "That won't stop me."
Everyone's hearts fell into their chests. Fear grabbed their hearts. Master Hand seemed to darken.
"So be it."
Around the mansion, the sky darkened, black clouds gathering instantly, ominously. Lightning struck all around the mansion. All the other smashers backed off slowly, except for Palutena, who stood amused at the conflict occurring in front of her. Finally, a red bolt of lightning flew from the center from the vortex, and speed directly for Ganondorf and Sigma. But, before the bolt actually struck the two, they deflected away from them off of invisible shields. Everyone felt even more fear stab their hearts. Ganondorf glared at Master Hand.
"You may have power of me, Master Hand, but not that much. Your power is not enough to destroy me, only limit me."
"You know you can't hit me Master Hand, I don't know why you're trying," Sigma remarked, never taking his eyes off of Ganondorf. The two of them pulled back ready to fight before a snap cut their eyes from each other and made them look directly at Crazy Hand. Crazy seemed more stern in this moment.
"My brother may not have much power over you, but I do. You will stop this now, or I will make the next few days very, VERY painful."
The two men glared at Crazy Hand for a few seconds, then Sigma guffawed. He turned, and began to walk towards the resident area.
"Fine, I'll let this go," Before he left inside, he turned to Ganondorf, "But I won't forget this."
"Neither will I." Ganondorf growled.
Sigma walked through the crowd, who parted to let him through, and let the timid, and now very terrified Toad lead him to his room.
"Oh boy," Link sighed, "I think we got more interesting than we expected."
Everyone around him nodded, unsure of what was going to happen now.
Whew, that one was a doozie. But honestly, I think it's a lot better than my original first chapter, by a long shot. Tell me if you agree, whether by private message or review. Leave a review and like the story if you enjoyed. Check out SmashKing24 and Junior BLD specifically, they are amazing authors. Their stories are amazing, and SmashKing specifically helped me out a whole ton in knowing what I needed to change in the story. Hopefully I can do achieve all the changes he mentioned, and do them well. That was bad English, but I don't really care today. Till I post the next chapter, and see all you lovely people again, Stay Cool.