Notice: Alright. I can see that the first 3 chapters of my Fanfiction are not good enough to make people review, so I have made a decision. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ BORING PLOT BUILDING CHAPTERS, SKIP THE PROLOGUE, CHAPTER 1, AND CHAPTER 2. Chapter 3 is a bit better, but you can skip it as well I suppose. The "action" starts in Chapter 4, so if your into that sort of thing, go to chapter 4 and start reading from there if you can't handle being bored by Chapter 1, 2, and 3.

This story is a prelude to the events of the Subspace Emissary. The first few chapters are gonna feel kinda boring and dull, cuz they're just there to make a plot, though I promise it'll become more interesting later. I take character requests, but don't feel that just becuz you asked, I'm gonna include a character. Enjoy!

Also, I DON'T use the Smash Mansion idea, instead I use an idea which I call the "Smashlands". The Smashlands is a world dedicated to smash in a separate dimension from the contestant's worlds, and will play a bigger role as the story goes on. I won't go into detail cuz I'm going to leave that for the story to describe in a later chapter.

I present:

WireFrame Wars: The struggle before the Sub-space Emissary

Prologue

A bulky figure garbed in a black cloak strolled through the empty streets of a hyrulian town. It was a few hour or so after twilight, yet the moon still didn't reveal her face. The cloaked man took a shortcut and walked into a narrow ally, struggling to proceed due to his size. He was half way through when the sound of fluttering cloth stopped him in his tracks. It was a thief.

"Good day, kind sir" said the thief as he pulled out a dagger. "If you don't mind, the wallet."

The dark cloaked figure tried to push the thief out of the way without much success.

"Your money, sir." Repeated the thief. He gave the cloaked man a good look at his dagger, but the mysterious man still didn't seem frightened. "Your money, I want it. Give me your money sir, or I'll have to hurt you!"

A few seconds passed by, then a minute. Enough was enough, decided the thief as he made his move. There was a flash of steel as he lunged, and then the raw sound of splattering blood. A wave of pain rippled through the thief's body and focused in his stomach. Hesitating, the thief glanced down to discover that a set of claws had firmly lodged into his own flesh. He opened his mouth to yell, but a second set of claws shot out and grabbed his face, completely muffling his scream. The cloaked man continued by digging his claws deaper into the now terrified thief and the thief made a second attempt to scream, but failed. He dropped his dagger trying to pry the claws out of his stomach and after a few seconds, became limp. Minutes passed before the cloaked man dropped the thief, leaving him to die.

The cloaked man walked out of the alley and checked to see if the streets were secure. Satisfied, he continued on his way and soon found the pub he was looking for and entered. In the left corner of the dimly lit room sat two other hooded figures, both of which were smaller than the one that just entered. The man approached the two, sat down, and began to talk.

The moon did not shine on that night.

Well that was a rather short prologue... Don't worry, my actually chapters are far longer.