Chapter 1
My name is Perry, and most would call me an ordinary platypus. The fact is, I'm not. I am living a double life as a secret agent. Let me tell you a story about how I became a Smash Brother. It all started one day while I was in my lair, using my day off to manage mixed files on my computer, when I got an email from someone called: Meta Smasher 64. It said: "You have been accepted into Super Smash Bros. Brawl due to your over-exceptional work as a secret agent. 2 members of our Smash Team will arrive at your underground residence tomorrow at 11:30 PM, Eastern Standard time. You will then be escorted onboard a cruiseship to Smash Stadium, and will be given instructions when you arrive. Thank you for your time, Meta Knight." I could barely process what I just read. Here's what I got: I was being forced into some brawling life and didn't really have a choice. "They'll have to get through me if they want to take me." I thought. I cracked my knuckles. "And that's going to be pretty hard."
The next night, after my family went to bed, I got out 10 traps and put them all around my lair. Then I got my shotgun out of my vault and loaded it with 2 stun shells. I only use bullets when I'm hunting, because I don't want to hurt anyone. Around 11:28, someone came down the green entrance tube, completely walking past the invisible bear trap, and another came out of my elevator in my lair. 2 things walked up to me; a short, winged, masked figure in a cape, and a blue and black- uh, animal, with spikes jutting from his paws and chest. The caped figure was holding a gold sword and said: "I'm Meta Knight, the one who emailed you." The black and blue animal spoke up. "I'm Lucario, and you must come with us to Smash Stadium to begin brawling." I glared at them. "I'm not going anywhere, and you can't make me." I pumped my shotgun. Lucario glared right back. "Well if you want to play that game, then-" I shot Lucario in the leg. "I don't care who you are, or what you want, but I'm giving you a chance to get out of here." Lucario was now on the ground, holding his leg, but not because of pain. "Meta! I can't feel my leg! Tranquilize him!" Meta Knight frowned. "Can't I use the ballistic knives?" Meta whinned. "No, stupid! That will kill him!" My eyes widened. This guy's got ballistic knives?! I thought while pumping my shotgun again. Meta Knight pulled a Colt .45 black pistol out from under his cape. I strapped my weapon onto my back and flipped backwards towards my chair. I shot at Meta but missed, and barricaded myself behind my chair. While I was reloading, I didn't realize that part of me was in sight until I felt a sharp jolt of pain in my left webbed foot. It started to go numb, and I felt really drowsy but tried best I could to stay awake. Meta Knight and Lucario came over, and Lucario picked me up. Before I could resist, a wave of sleep hit me.