Author's note: I actually have been making stories, thank you very much! It's hard to think of a good idea when you've never written a SSBB fic before! Anyhoo, enjoy!

Ike stared at the bus that was going to take him away for a long time. Everything about it was bright pink. Really bright pink. The wheels, the windows, everything. He glanced over his shoulder, unsure if he should enter.

"Damn it! I'm starting to have second thoughts about that contract to Super Smash Bros…How do you even get in?! Jeez, it's getting really scary…Put yourself together, Ike, find a way to get in." He edged closer to the bus, and the door burst open. He screamed, dropped his sword, and peed in his pants. "SHIT!!" He picked up his sword, and edged closer to the bus. A PINK robot jumped out of the doors, and in front of Ike. He screamed again, and threw his sword at the robot. Sheesh, if Ike acts like this in the face of technology, I wonder how Marth and Roy coped.

A few years ago…

"Look Marth! A big horse!" Roy yelled, jumping on top of the bus. "Go horsey!" Marth took out his sword and poked the door. He used his sword, mostly because he thought the pink was poisonous. The door flew open, and smashed Marth in the face, knocking him unconscious. Roy leapt from the bus, and grabbed Marth.

"Hey!" he yelled, "Can you help me? The horse doesn't want to obey me! Marth?" A robot came out of the bus. "Lookie Marth! A girl! The horsey puked out a girl!" A laser shot at Roy, hitting his hair. "I don't need a haircut!" The robot chased Roy around the clearing. "Mars-sama, TASUKETE!!" (I think it means "Marth/Prince Marth, HELP ME!!")

Currently…

Ike panted, and took his sword out of the robot. You have to admit, he's doing well for a person who has never seen a bus or a robot. Better than Marth and Roy anyway. "Okay, so I go in through that thing?" He picked up his stuff and climbed the stairs. Guess what? More pink. And the seats had names on them. Ike decided to sit on the seat that said 'Ike', because it was the closest to the front. And because it said 'Ike'. A voice spoke, scaring more than shit out of Ike.

"LEAVING FIRE EMBLEM. NEXT GAME, POKEMON." Ike discovered something new ten seconds into the trip. He gets bus sick.

Arrival at Pokemon world…

Ike realized that, instead of breaking the window with his sword, he could have used the plastic bag in front of him. "Whatever, I've already broken the thing, might as well use it." A boy wearing red and a blue fluffy thing entered the bus. Ike stared at them, and the boy stared back. But the blue fluffy thing just sat down. The bus started to move, but Ike ignored the feeling in his stomach. "They don't even seem scared about this mobile thing. And that boy, he dresses weirdly. That hat is weird. Not to mention a lot of other things. He doesn't even have a sword! And just WHAT is that fluffy thing?!" The boy was still staring at him. "Should I speak to the kid?"

"Uh… Hi," he said. "What's your name?"

"Roger, yours?" said the boy. (Well, he needed a name! Red is so unoriginal!)

"Ike. So you joined Super Smash Bros too?"

"Yeah, so what are you going to use as a weapon?"

"My sword…" Ike was really confused. To him, the only three weapons in the world are a bow, a sword, and bombs. Plain ones, not the ones Toon owns.

"I'm going to use my pokemon."

"Is that a type of sword?" Roger looked shocked.

"You mean you don't know what a pokemon is?" Ike shook his head, feeling stupid. Roger pointed at the blue fluffy thing. "That's Lucario, he's a type of pokemon." Ike looked at Lucario, who was reading something. Ike could just make out the title, 'Poke Porn'. Hmm… I guess pokemon can be perverted too.

"So, you're using him to battle?" asked Ike. A bright blue ball flew out the broken window, Ike barely dodging it. A tree outside burst into flames.

"I serve no one," said Lucario, still reading. Roger shrugged, and Ike looked horrified.

"I seriously have to battle him?!" said Ike.

"With a bit of luck, no. Truth be told, I don't fancy putting my pokemon in the same arena as him," admitted Roger. Ike's eyes grew wide when he said there were more pokemon, thus starting his fear of Pokemon. "I wonder what the other Smashers are like." He took out the book that told them all about the other Smashers in the tournament. Ike dully remembered that one of the soldiers had used the copy that was sent to him for toilet paper. "Okay, let's see… Look Ike, there are monkeys!"

"Monkeys?!" "Of all stupidity!" Roger showed the book to Ike.

"See! They're dressed in human clothes." Ike sweatdropped.

"Monkeys… WE HAVE TO BATTLE MONKEYS?!"

"I guess… Charizard can make quick work of them!" Ike wasn't bothered to ask what a Charizard was.

"Who else is there?" Roger turned the page. They spent the rest of the journey to the next game learning about the other Smashers. And drawing all over them. Especially Marth.

Author's Note: I think this will have continuation… I don't think it's bad for a start… But it's pretty short. Uh… Review please…?