Author's Note: You're probably wondering why I chose Mr. Game and Watch to be the main character of this story. Well, you see, he doesn't get much attention, and I figured it would be a fun twist to have an underdog as a main character. Sorry if I sound stupid, this is my first time making a fanfiction. I guess I should quit rambling now. Without further ado, here's the first chapter. It will probably be on the short side.
It was a calm, warm morning on the Battlefield. A slight wind tickled the fighters as the sun rose behind them. Though it was a pretty sight, they had not come to watch the sunrise. They were there for a battle.
And there they were. A small, dark colored man and a white and grey colored robot, facing each other, waiting for the announcer to call the beginning of the battle.
As the morning air grew tenser and tenser with each passing moment, the countdown began.
"3…2….1…GO!"
Immediately the two sprung into battle position. The robot, named R.O.B, rushed towards Mr. Game and Watch. The robot attempted to thrust his metallic hands into the paper-thin fighter, but Mr. Game and Watch held up his shield, a strange ball of energy to defend from attacks. Everyone had one, but nobody knew where they came from.
As expected, the attack was quickly blocked by the shield. R.O.B was pushed back a bit, recoiling from the failed hit. Mr. Game and Watch quickly unshielded himself, seeing an opportunity to attack.
Faster than the blink of an eye, a black chair appeared in his hands. He swung it at the robot, who was too stunned to react. The chair collided, and R.O.B went flying backwards.
Mr. Game and Watch quickly pocketed the chair and ran up to the robot. A helmet appeared on his head as he slammed into R.O.B. The head-butt sent the machine soaring even further than the previous attack.
R.O.B got himself up from the ground before Mr. Game and Watch could attack again. The red light on the robot's head, which had been slowly charging, was released, sending a powerful laser rocketing towards the flat fighter.
Mr. Game and Watch was hit by the laser, knocking him over. R.O.B flew over and quickly smashed him with both arms, dealing further damage. Finally, R.O.B grabbed him and began pummeling him repeatedly, before throwing him off of the Battlefield.
Falling to his doom, Mr. Game and Watch made a trampoline appear underneath himself, launching him up and over the battlefield. He activated his parachute, sending him slowly gliding over R.O.B's head. Thinking quickly, he pulled out a massive key and flung himself downwards onto R.O.B.
R.O.B looked upwards in surprise. The attack was quick. They key struck the machine, a heavy blow. Mr. Game and Watch rapidly followed up with a repeated attack with his powerful air pump, which blasted the robot away with a few short pushes.
R.O.B desperately tried to get up, but the 2D fighter sprinted over and pulled out a big, flaming match stick. With one heavy blow, the robot flew away from the sheer force of the attack. Mr. Game and Watch watched as R.O.B disappeared into the clouds. A short pillar of flames shot from that direction, indicating R.O.B's death.
"GAME."
The Battlefield disappeared, along with the calm wind and the beautiful sunrise. Mr. Game and Watch now stood in a dark black room. None of the stages the fighters ever battled on were real, in a way. They felt real, they looked real, but they were just simulations.
Mr. Game and Watch also knew that R.O.B didn't really die. Nobody ever did. It was all just special effects. Part of the battle.
Mr. Game and Watch sat down on the edge of the simulation stage, juggling bacon idly from a pan, waiting. It wasn't long before a man dressed in a suit entered the room, his footsteps echoing on the floor. The man handed Mr. Game and Watch a slip of paper.
The paper, of course, were the results of the battle. It listed all different kinds of statistics such as the duration of the battle, the percent of damage to the fighters, and points among other things.
Mr. Game and Watch slowly followed the man out of the room and into the hallway, his feet making small beeping sounds as they touched the floor. Waiting outside the door was Pac-Man. He had been watching the battle on the screen.
"Hey, good job out there!" Pac-Man said, shaking the fighter's hand, which was a bit awkward considering Mr. Game and Watch is flat.
Mr. Game and Watch tried to say "thank you." Back, but it just came out as a bunch of beeping noises. Pac-Man understood however, smiling at him.
Mr. Game and Watch sauntered down the hallway, passing by all kinds of different fighters and characters. The Smash Stadium was a futuristic kind of place, with all kinds of different technology. Fighters were invited to join the battle every few years, and live in a big mansion when they weren't fighting at the stadium. Mr. Game and Watch was happy to be invited again for his third time. He had started to become afraid of not making it in, because of his declining popularity.
Mr. Game and Watch was heading to the hospital wing, where he knew R.O.B was waiting. After a battle, when a fighter 'dies', they were transported to the hospital wing to be put into a small revitalization pod, which healed any injury, including death, within seconds.
It didn't take long to get there. He passed by a few filled pods, containing injured or even dead fighters. Scanning them, he found R.O.B's, and walked up to it. It appeared that R.O.B's recovery was 90% done.
Mr. Game and Watch sat next to the pod, sighing a bit. It was always fun to battle against the same fighters, his friends. But it didn't feel the same. The spark he first felt when joining the Smash Brothers was fading.
Sure, there were new people to fight, new things to do, but it was just…different. Mr. Game and Watch's thinking was interrupted by the opening of the pod. R.O.B floated out, looking around.
Mr. Game and Watch got to his feet and patted the machine on the back. R.O.B's light flashed a few times. R.O.B usually talked in morse code, but also talked in beeps when emotional.
"GOOD JOB OUT THERE. I HOPE I CAN BEAT YOU NEXT TIME." The robot said through his beeps. Mr. Game and Watch nodded in understanding.
They talked for a while, about the weather, and the fighters, Villager's newest haircut, among other things. R.O.B was the only one who could understand Mr. Game and Watch, so the two had quickly become friends.
After they were done, both of them headed out of the hospital wing, out of the stadium, and back to the mansion, eager to get something to eat, as the late afternoon sun shined over them.