"Thanks for the workout. I always appreciate your company's services."
"Don't worry about it, Mr Trinen. I'm just doing my job. Be sure to work on your balance before our next workout and I'm sure you'll see some improvement." You wave goodbye as the fair-skinned Mii headed out the door of your studio. You are Wii Fit Trainer "JA22". That wasn't really your name, more like your serial number. As far as you could tell, you didn't have a name. Trainers didn't have names, Miis did.
You had just completed your fourth workout of the day with a very dedicated client. You had a five minute break before your next client would arrive, so you left your studio as well, and went to use the bathroom. The interior of the Wii Fit Institute was pretty much the same no matter where in the building you were; white, blue, and mirrors. It was so similar, that you didn't even register that you were passing your boss's office on the way to the bathroom.
You did, however, hear the voice calling out to you from the office. "JA22, get in here!"
You enter your boss's office, not feeling an ounce of worry as to why you had been called into his office, nor any emotion in particular. Your boss, a dark-skinned Mii with black hair by the name of Reggie, sat at his desk, reading a letter with the envelope lying on his desk. "Yes, sir?"
"Have you got any important clients lined up in the near future?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue.
"No sir," you reply, having memorised your schedule by heart. "My last important client was Mr Trinen, whose workout just finished."
"Good." He gets up from his desk, handing you the letter. "This 'Master Hand' guy needs one of our trainers. You think you're up for some off-site work?" You quickly read through the letter.
Dear Mr Fils-Aime,
We would like to request the attendance of one of your trainers at the Wii Fit Institute at our Super Smash Bros. Tournament. Should you find a trainer willing, simply tick the "YES" box at the bottom of this letter, and a transport will be there to collect them shortly.
Sincerely, Master Hand.
At the bottom of the letter was a pair of checkboxes, one labelled "YES" and the other labelled "NO". You were fairly new at the institute, but you believed you had enough experience for some off-site clients. "Yes, I should be able to do that."
"Good. Get your things, I'll have one of the other trainers cover your shifts while you're away. I don't know how they're supposed to tell when we tick the box, but we'll do that when you're ready."
You nod, and hand the letter back to your boss for now, before heading back to your room to collect everything you'd need. You didn't need much, mainly some extra clothes and fitness equipment. Most off-site clients had their own equipment, and just needed professional advice, but all trainers sent off-site took a few things with them just in case. In your case, you decided to take a soccer ball, some hula hoops, a yoga mat, and of course, a Balance Board. The Balance Boards were so popular they had even become the mascot of the Wii Fit Institute.
It didn't take you long to pack everything, and soon you were standing outside the Wii Fit institute, with your boss waiting for you. "Got everything?" he asks to make sure. You simply nod. Nodding back, he takes out a pencil and tick the box marked "YES" on the letter.
Mere moments after ticking the box, a roaring sound filled the air. Like the planes the Pilotwings Association used, only so much louder. A large shadow fell on the town, and the source of the roaring was revealed. A large, flying, metal object was landing in the town plaza, right next to the fountain. "Well, that was fast," you hear your boss mutter.
A hatch on the object, which you could only describe as a spaceship, opened up, revealing a set of stair. Someone came out of the hatch and down the stairs, holding a piece of paper. They looked a lot like a Mii, but they had some sort of black, futuristic jumpsuit on, with a large M on the front, and some sort of helmet with an orange visor. They came over to you and your boss, reading whatever was on their sheet of paper intently.
"You the trainer Master Hand asked for?" From the voice, you assumed this Mii was male. Not sure what else to say, you just nod. You were starting to feel a little nervous about your first off-site client. You had heard rumours about trainers going rogue and never returning after being sent out of the institute, but you usually didn't pay gossip any mind.
Noticing your apprehension, the Mii-lookalike turns to your boss. "She's the one. I'm sure she'll do fine." His confidence is reassuring.
"Alright, come with me. You're the last stop I've got to make today, so we're heading back to the tournament grounds now." He heads back towards his ship, motioning for you to follow. You do so, waving goodbye to your boss. None of the other trainers had come out to see you off. You didn't blame them though; you knew they had clients to tend to. "Hurry it up, I want to be outta here before the crowd gets too big." Already the loud sound of the spaceship landing had drawn several Miis out of their houses and clubs to find out what the noise was. Deciding you didn't want to be a nuisance, you quicken your pace and board the spaceship.
The Mii-lookalike points to a small corridor inside the ship. "Second door on the left. You can stay there until we land."
Ignoring his bluntness, you thank the Mii-lookalike and enter the room he told you to go to. It wasn't much, just a bed, a table, and a chair. Clearly this wasn't meant to hold people for too long, just long enough to transport people to wherever they needed to go.
"Attention all passengers," you hear the Mii-lookalike's voice say through a speaker in the corner of the room. He sounds somewhat sarcastic and unenthusiastic. "We are now preparing for take-off. Please remain in your room until we have landed at the Smash Bros. tournament grounds. Thank you." You wondered what he meant by "all passengers". Were there more people on the ship than just you?
You put that out of your mind for now, as you hear the hatch close, and the engines start up. It seems a lot quieter from the inside. For now, you place your bag on the bed, and sit at the desk, watching as the ship took off, and Wuhu Island became a tiny speck in the distance.
And that's the prologue. This is a story revolving around one of the most unexpected newcomers in Smash 4, the Wii Fit Trainer. See, I've developed a bit of a headcanon that the Wii Fit Trainers are actually fitness-based androids created by the Wii Fit Institute that know nothing outside of their job as a fitness trainer. Here we follow the story of one trainer who ended up being sent to compete in the Smash Bros. tournament without realising it, and ending up discovering the world and whatnot. Yey.
Also, the WFT's serial number, "JA22", is a reference to another fanfiction, The Smash Freshmen, by prastarkeepers. It's cool, go check it out.