First of all, this is my first attempt at a fanfic, so I don't want any criticism, okay? I worked hard on this, and I hope that you like it.
Super Smash Bros. Rumble
Chapter 1
New Face In A New World
"Good night." Khlua called to his parents before dragging his sheets over his head. After a long day at school, he couldn't wait to start Winter Vacation. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When he awoke, he noticed that the room was completely dark, despite the fact that a windowsill was supposed to be a short three feet from his bed. He reached out to his left, hoping to grab hold of his glasses. Instead of glasses, he felt cold steel. He snatched his hand back and sat straight up. Finding that his sheets were no longer around him, he got out of bed and put his feet on the floor. Instead of plushy carpet, they landed on more cold steel. He fumbled around the room, hoping to grab hold of something. Finally, he hit a light switch.
The light blinded him for a second, but Khlua looked at the wall to his left. A mirror hung there, but he almost mistook it for some sort of cartoon poster.
Instead of his own, a canine face looked straight at him. He recognized his hazel eyes, but didn't remember going to sleep as a bipedal dog. The thing's fur was mostly cream colored, but was dappled with dark brown.
"Oh, I get it," he mumbled to himself, "I must be having one of those...lucid dream things.
A voice behind him suddenly said, "Well, awake, are we?:
Khlua swiftly turned around, but sighed in relief when he identified the speaker as a giant, floating white glove.
"Man, I must be playing way too many video games if I'm dreaming this up." he scolded himself for being scared of something so ridiculous.
"Oh?" the glove said again, "You think you're dreaming, do you?"
"Uh, yeah. I must have been playing too much Smash Bros. Now, If you don't mind, I'm going to wake up up now."
Khlua waited there for a minute or two, pinching himself every few seconds. However, he still stood in the steel room, staring at the flying hand.
Finally, the glove broke the silence. "Well, if you're so confident this is a dream, than why don't you come with me? After all, hardly anyone dies because of a little dream."
The glove turned around and floated away from Khlua. Khlua, not seeing a problem with this idea, promptly followed. Soon, he found himself in a majestic room with red carpeting and lavish furnishing. It was strange, but the carpet felt good on his feet...or, paws.
"Sit down," the glove gestured towards a very soft looking seat in front of the desk he was seated at. Well, as much as a glove can be seated, that is. Khlua sat down, finding the chair comfortable. The glove proceeded to speak.
"You may believe you are dreaming, but I assure you, you're not. As you may know already, my name is Master Hand, but please call me by my first name. Anyways, You are in what you call in your world 'Smash Brothers'. You see, we're starting another tournament, a game, and we vitally need someone from your world."
"Oh really? Why would you need someone from my 'world' anyways? Why don't you go after more video game characters?"
"Simple, really. You may not know this, but every world is affected by your world's actions. Thus, your world is the 'Prime'. To keep balance, we must give bits of our power to your world, or it will lose its power. This would react in the destruction of all other worlds."
"Honestly," Khlua muttered, looking around the room, "I'm not in the mood for a physics lesson. I just want to wake up. I mean, do you really think that I would believe all this? Seriously, my brain should think these things through before giving me dreams like this."
The glove remained calm, but he seemed to be getting a little frustrated. "What must I do to prove that you're not dreaming?"
Khlua laughed at the question. "I dunno, punch me. That would prove it." Master did so, knocking Khlua on the floor with a paw on his cheek.
"Ow... th-that felt... real..."
"That's right. Any questions?"
This guy's not fooling around, is he? Khlua thought to himself. This... this is real. As Khlua snapped himself back to reality, he suddenly realized that he did have a question.
"Um," he mumbled, still holding a paw to his cheek, "what happened to me? I'm pretty sure I was a human when I went to sleep the other day."
The glove was obviously relieved that his otherworldly guest finally believed him. "Oh, you see, I had trouble transporting your body over here, so I simply put your mind into a body that I made."
That's comforting.
"Well," Khlua started, "what do you need me to do here?"
Please tell me to just wait around...
"I'll need you to participate in this latest tournament!" Master exclaimed.
Crap, I hate it when I'm wrong.
"But, I don't have any attacks, any moves. What could I do?"
"We'll figure that out along the way."
An awkward silence was broken when the glove snapped, and everything turned white.
When Khlua regained his vision, he and Master had reappeared outside a very large building.
"Now," the glove explained, "follow me in and sit in the auditorium. A few newcomers still haven't arrived, so make yourself comfortable, talk and get to know others."
Khlua did as told and found an empty seat in the front row next to a tall black and blue bipedal canine. As he sat down, the canine stopped talking to a few other creatures and focused his attention on the newcomer.
"Hello," he politely greeted, "My name is Lucario-"
"Yea," Khlua said, "I know. The Aura Pokemon, right?"
It didn't help in school, but Khlua was knowledgeable about Pokemon, at least. Hard not to if you never grew out of it.
Lucario seemed a little bit surprised. "Did we meet already? No, you must have heard about me in a previous tournament."
"Yea, I'm a big fan of yours actually. It's an honor to be here."
"I'm flattered."
A group of three people moved through the door of the auditorium and towards Khlua. He recognized two of them as Lloyd Irving and Colette Brunel from the Tales of Symphonia games. The other was a young girl with bright pink hair tied of to the sides of her head in messy bunches. She wore a black, sleeveless dress with a short bottom, so it looked more like a skirt. She carried two suitcases in one hand and a very large, menacing looking one across her shoulder. As she leaned forward, the larger case fell to the ground, sliding to Khlua's feet. He stood up and wrapped his furry arms around the case. When he tried to pick it up though, he noticed it was unlatched and it fell open, revealing a very large ax.
"I'm sorry." he said, closing and re-latching the case before picking it up and giving it to her.
"Thank you." the girl said, showing no emotion at all, blinking her dull, glassy eyes at him.
"Oh, wow!" Colette excitedly mumbled, "You must be a strong doggy if you can lift up Presea's ax!"
"D-doggy?" Khlua exclaimed, before remembering that he was in fact, a dog.
"Ignore her," Lloyd sighed, "she's a little bit... excited about the invitation to this tournament. I'm Lloyd, she's Colette and this girl here is Presea."
Without realizing it, Khlua did a slight bow before saying, "Hello, my name is Khlua. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
After a short exchange of information and greetings, the three sat down, Presea closest to Khlua, then Lloyd and lastly Colette. Khlua turned back to Lucario. The person – or more accurately, hedgehog – that Lucario was conversing with noticed him.
"Hey," he exclaimed, "what's up?
"Hi," Khlua muttered, "I'm Khlua, a newcomer. You're Sonic, right?"
"That's right!" the hedgehog exclaimed.
Khlua had to keep from sounding rude – as much as Khlua hated that rodent's carefree attitude and jock-like traits, he had to be diplomatic about things.
Lucario turned to face Khlua again, "You seem to know a lot about the people here. Are you sure you haven't been here before?"
Lucario didn't sound sarcastic, so he must be serious.
"No, not really. I just see a lot of the uh... matches."
"Hm. Who are they?" he asked, gesturing to the three newcomers.
"Oh, them? Presea, Lloyd and Colette, in that order."
"I see. That little one with the pink hair... Presea, right? She looks a little out of it."
Remembering what he knew of the game from experience and from the group, Khlua explained,
"Well, first of all, she only looks young. Because of very complicated reasons, her growth was slowed. She's actually twenty-eight."
"Twe-twenty-eight?" Lucario exclaimed. "She only looks thirteen at most!"
"Well, she's twenty-eight. For the same reasons that she stop aging for sixteen years, she had her emotions taken away. She's just now getting used to feeling again."
"Interesting..."
Suddenly, the stage in front of the audience was occupied by a very large glove. Master, of course. He flicked the speaker by his podium to make sure it worked, resulting in three loud booming sounds.
"Greetings, smashers!" he exclaimed. "It's wonderful to have you all back again! I have very good news this year. Not only will we be joined by a large cast of newcomers, we will be hosting some old friends as well! From the Melee tournament, say hello to Mewtwo, Pichu and Roy!"
Three people stepped up to the stage from one of the back rows. Mewtwo was tall and almost catlike in appearance, with light purple skin and a dark purple tail. Pichu was small and mouselike in appearance, with yellow fur and blackened ears. Roy was human and had red hair and mainly loose blue clothing. He had a sheathed sword at his side.
"Now," Master continued, "to introduce the newcomers. First, from the land of Sylvarant, Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel and Presea Combatir!"
The three travelers rose from their seats and stepped up to the stage, taking quick bows. Soon after, they took their seats.
"From Mobius, Shadow and Blaze!"
A black and red hedgehog much like Sonic and a purple cat in white boots and light purple clothing stepped up to the stage. As they stood staring at the crowd, Sonic could be heard muttering a few special words about the hedgehog up on stage.
"From the Sacaen Plains, Pherae and Ositia, Lyndis, Eliwood and Hector, respectively, of course."
A familiar looking swordswoman with green hair and a blue tribal dress on passed by all the chairs, as she was sitting in the back. Murmurs could be heard as she walked up on stage. Obviously, everyone remembered her from the assist trophy in Brawl. Along with her came a swordsman who looked like Roy, except slightly older, and a tall, blue haired man in black decorative armor. After polite, official looking bows, they returned to their seats.
"Also," Master announced, "from the land of Nippon, Amaterasu."
A snow-white wolf with crimson markings covering her body ran from the auditorium entrance to the stage, obviously running late. She made a whining noise, but for some reason, Khlua understood it perfectly well.
"Huff... huff... huff... sorry for being late. Well, it's nice seeing you all. Hope to be friends. Bye."
After her short speech, she jumped off stage and found a cozy spot to lay, which happened to be on top of Presea's huge suitcase.
Khlua couldn't help but chuckle at the scene. As he looked over, Presea seemed to be smiling at the wolf herself. It was very small, and almost unnoticeable, but her eyes seemed to brighten as she rubbed the wolf behind her ears.
"From the country of Hoenn, Zangoose!"
A red and white rabbit like creature rose from its seat in the front to the stage and back again.
"Finally," Master exclaimed, obviously excited to get this over with and go to sleep, "from the Prime world, Khlua."
Excited murmurs erupted across the crowd as Khlua stood up. He only heard bits and pieces, but they all said the same thing.
"That's from the Prime world?"
"It looks too scrawny to save its world."
"Wha– Khlua? He's from the Prime world?"
Even the newcomers seemed to know how impressive that was.
Wow... they all know the Prime world, but hardly any of the people back home know their worlds actually exist.
He stepped up, but stopped when a hand grabbed him by the ankle. He turned and saw Presea looking up at him with her lifeless eyes.
"Stop shaking," she quietly ordered, "it will help to make a good impression."
He noticed he was shaking. Trembling so hard, in fact, he felt like if it had been anyone else who caught him, he might have fainted. He threw her a quick nod and steadied himself as he walked up the staircase to the stage.
As he faced the crowd, the whispering stopped. He followed everyone else's examples and took a bow. He slowly walked back down and seated himself. As Khlua looked around, he found everyone staring at him.
Everyone's attention was back on Master when he cleared his throat – or whatever giant floating omnipotent hands speak out of – and flicked the speaker again.
"Now, now. Everyone, be calm. Nothing is special about him. Just like last tournament, the dorm room arrangements have been chosen by row. Separate dorms will be there for the males and females."
At that remark, several groans could be heard.
It's like this is some sort of school. With perverts and everything.
"You won't have to share bedrooms, just bathrooms and the such. You are all dismissed. Except for Lucario and Khlua."
Several taunting phrases could be heard from the rest of the smashers.
As Khlua and Lucario approached, the latter asked, "What's this about, Master?"
The glove replied, "If it isn't already obvious, I based most of Khlua's body off of yours."
It was true. Although Khlua had different coloring, sharper features, no spikes and no black things dangling from the back of his head, he looked much like Lucario.
"What's your point?" Khlua asked.
"Khlua, you don't know any attacks yet, do you? My point is that Lucario might just be able to teach you a move or two. That could help with your "moveset" a lot. That is all. You should train later, it's dark out, after all."
As Khlua walked out, he saw that Master was right. It was very dark. Despite that, Khlua managed to follow Lucario to the dorm that the front row smashers were to use. As he entered the building, the path separated into two. One with a female symbol, the other with a male one. Khlua obviously followed the former, which led to about a dozen doors. One was labeled "Khlua", and he opened the latch to it, walking in.
A king sized bed and lavish wooden flooring awaited his arrival. He sat down on the bed, suddenly feeling the need to go to sleep. He pulled the silk scarlet sheets over his head and curled up tightly.
"As strange as it is... I feel quite welcome here. It's almost like home. Almost."
He turned around to the other side.
"Home. I hardly remember it. It's been an eventful day. Maybe... maybe when I wake up, I'll be back. Either way, I feel... at peace."
Sleepiness overcame him and he closed his eyes, awaiting the new day.
END~
Don't you need a disclaimer for this stuff?
I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story except for Khlua.
I think that sums it up.