Prologue: Master-hand decides to take a poll of a hand full of the veteran's and senior's opinion on the newcomers who are to be in the new Super Smash Bros. (Be aware that the format for this prologue is not the format for the entire story.)

Setting- Master-hand's office. The bottom story of the Smasher's Mansion. He sits behind his desk with a name plate at the edge and a stack of paper lay in the center. The large hand wore glasses on the knuckle of his middle finger.

ENTERS: PRINCESS PEACH

Master-hand: "So…Peach." He looked up from his papers, "I hope you do understand that I need YOUR opinion on the newcomers. You can't keep saying that you like them…. WHY? Is the question."

Peach: Put a finger to her chin, "Well…. I like them." She smiled a toothy grin.

Master-hand: Stared at her in silence.

Peach: Continued to smile shielding her nerves.

Master-Hand: Sighed and tapped his index finger on his desk, "Okay, NEXT!"

ENTERS: LINK

Master-Hand: "Okay, Link. I'm sure you understand why I called you in here, correct?"

Link: Leaned back in his seat with his arms behind his head, "Yeah, sure. It's about the newbies."

Master-hand: "Yes, and please sit up."

Link: Quickly fixed his posture, "I have no opinion on them… except for Dark Pit… He's just Pit and besides." He rested his fist on Master-hand's desk, "That scrawny little boy just… UGH! He tries too hard to be me! Look at this!" He shouted taking out his bow and an arrow

Master-Hand: Put up a finger, "Uh… no, Link. That will be enough. Thank you. NEXT!

Link: Lowered his bow, "Next? What do ya mean next? I'm not done telling you what I think!"

Master-Hand: "Yes you are. NEXT!"

Link: "I'm not!" He protested

Master-Hand: Points to the door, "Get out!"

Link: Flinched, "Alright, alright! Sheesh, don't get your glove in a knot."

ENTERS: PRINCESS ZELDA

Master-Hand: Already annoyed with the previous veteran's responses looked up at Zelda, "You know what I'm gonna ask don't you, Princess Zelda…?"

Zelda: "Yes?" She answered with a blank expression on her face.

Master-Hand: "Good. The answer then." He sighs

Zelda: Pounders for a moment, "Actually. I really don't have an opinion on them."

Master-Hand: Stares at her, "You're kidding."

Zelda: Nervous, she fidgets with the tips of her gloves, "H-Honesty, I have no opinion. I just hope that they can fight as well as the others."

Master-Hand: Slams his hand down on in frustration, "Okay. Fine. Thank you, Princess. You can go."

Zelda: Smiles, even more, nervous than before, "I-I am happy to help?"

ENTERS TOON LINK

Master-Hand: "So, I called you here because you are now considered a senior, thanks to your work in Brawl."

Toon Link: Smiling widely, "Wow, Thank you!"

Master-Hand: Nods in response, "Yeah, So, on to the question." He clears his…throat? (Wait… does a hand even have a throat? How the heck is he clearing his throat? Should it be his wrist instead? And how is he nodding? Oh… whatever.) "How do you feel about the newcomers?"

Toon Link: "Hmm…" Scratches his head, "Well, It might take me a while to get use to smashing with them, but other than that they seem nice."

Master-Hand: He sits in silence staring at the young boy. A tear falls from his… glasses, "Th-Thank you, boy. Thank you for answering without any problems."

Toon Link: "Umm… You're welcome?"

Master-Hand: He sniffles as he wipes the tears with his thumb, "You may go now."

ENTERS: GANONDORF

(Ganondorf refused to be asked any questions of the newcomers.)

Master-Hand: Sitting in silence watches the door waiting for Ganondorf to enter, "Hmm… I didn't think he was serious." He says to himself as he straightens his papers.

ENTERS: SAMUS

Samus: "I already know why you called me here." She muffles through her helmet.

Master-Hand: Leaning forward and straining to hear, "What?"

Samus: Sighs and removes her helmet, "I sai-"

Master-Hand: Holds up his finger, "Whoa, what are you doing?"

Samus: Tilted her head confused, "What?"

Master- Hand: "Put the helmet back on. Zero Suit Samus isn't a veteran." He motions her to put the metal headgear on.

Samus: "But you can't understand me with this on! Plus I was Zero Suit in Brawl, so that m-"

Master-Hand: "I'M NOT ASKING ZERO SUIT! I'M ASKING WHOLE SUIT! PUT THE HELMET ON!"

Samus: Sighs in frustration, "Fine!" Slams the helmet back on her head, "Better now?! I hope you can hear me!" She attempts to shout only to be muffled by her helmet.

Master-Hand: "I can't hear you!"

Samus: Throws up her hands in anger, "UGH! FORGET IT!" She stands from the chair and races to the door.

Master-Hand: "Gee, what an attitude." He says sarcastically.

ENTERS: HERO-KING MARTH

Marth: "These are only a few reasons I feel the newcomers will be quite a challenge to become use to." He finishes as he rests his chin on his folded hands.

Master-Hand: Lays on his desk as if he had run two marathons and went back for seconds, "Th-Thank you, Marth." He says weakly

Marth: "Master-Hand?" He asked sitting up

Master-Hand: "Whaaaat?" He responded whiningly.

Marth: "Have you ever wondered how your life would be if not for Smash?" The hero king questioned existentially

Master-Hand: "Why yes… I have." He slowly sat up, "It would be a lot shorter." He remarked, "Now please… send in the next person." He waves.

ENTERS: IKE

Master-Hand: "Okay, Ike." He says looking up from his papers, "S- OH, GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?"

Ike: Sits back in the chair with his arms crossed, "What do you mean?"

Master-Hand: Studies Ike's impressive muscle growth, "Y-Y-you look… different."

Ike: "Oh, yeah." He runs his hand through his hair, "I cut my hair a bit. To answer the question, I like the newcomers. They are more friends to fight for."

Master-Hand: "O-Oh… Okay. Well, Thank you for answering the question. Please thank those I asked, as well.."

Ike: Becomes uncomfortable from Master-Hands stare, "Sure, but is it possibly that you could cease you stare?"

Master- Hand: Looks at him, "Huh? S-sorry. It's just… Odd to see you like this."

Ike: Sighing as he stood, "Yes, I know. You aren't the only one you has been staring, "I really should go."

Mast-Hand: Nods, "I hope he doesn't think me a freak… HE'S the freak. Gaining massive muscle in FIVE years!" He shakes his… hand? To himself and begins to work on some new rules for the mansion and assigning rooms to the newcomers.

-END OF PROLOGUE-