JUST BEAT IT!
An SSB4 fanfic by Jedi Master Timewolfcatraven
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN 'Beat It' BY MICHAEL JACKSON OR SMASH BROS. This is my first fic, feel free to point out ANY flaws due to my hatred of spelling errors (I'm a big Grammar Nazi). Enjoy!
At the Smash Bar, a gang fight was brewing. It was between Marth and Ike over what was better: custard-filled doughnuts or cream-filled doughnuts. "ACCEPT THAT CUSTARD IS SUPERIOR!" howled Marth. "NEVER!" screeched Ike. "HEY, YOU KIDS!" yelled Ganon, the bar's owner. "TAKE IT OUTSIDE!" The Altean prince and the Greil mercenary glared at each other before taking their gangs outside to fight.
Meanwhile, in a dingy flat above the tavern, a certain Hylian Hero was tossing and turning, due to all the noise downstairs. "Curses," he whined, covering his long ears with a pillow. "Will they ever shut up?" As the din reached a crescendo, the exhausted young man decided to shut them up himself. He grabbed his pillow, didn't bother to change, and headed down to silence those moronic, doughnut-loving rabble-rousers.
Marth rolled in on a wheeled platform as Ike's gang stared in awe. The mercenary decided not to be a baby and glared defiantly at the prince. He then pulled out Ragnell as Marth unsheathed Falchion. They quickly started failing to jab each other when, all of a sudden, a sleepy voice shouted "KEEP THE NOISE DOWN YOU NITWITS! PEOPLE ARE Y'KNOW, TRYING TO SLEEP!"
Alas, they paid Link no avail. He groaned and pushed them apart. "QUIET! I'M TRYING TO END THIS AND GO BACK TO BED!" Again, they ignored him. The Hero of Twilight/Time/Whatever, finally, in a bout of pure rage, pulled his emergency Smash Ball out of his pocket and attacked the two with his Triforce Slash and his FREAKING PILLOW. Let's just say that the doughnut argument never bothered him again.
So, whaddya think? Like? No like? Just tell me, I like to improve! See you for another incredibly random story!