A: Hey, why do you get the last glazed donut?

B: Because I bought them!

A: But, I LOVE glazed donuts!

B: So do I!

A: GIVE ME THE DONUT!

B: No!

A: Ahh! Give it here!

B: NOOO! My donut!

{{a bunch of indistinctive crashing and meowing of cats}}

B: Ok! Ok! Stop! Here!

A: Yay! Love ya B!

B: …

A: Hey… Have people been here the whole time?

B: What? What are you talking about? … Oh… Heh, heh…. Hi

A: Yeah, hi! Welcome to our story!

B: Hope you have a great of a time reading it as we had writing it!

A: PS. All the characters in here belong to Nintendo, except of course for the people not in Super Smash Bros.

B: Buckle your seat belts! Your about to go on a wild ride to the Smash World…

Kirby's POV

The only hope for the world had been defeated. I stared down at my red feet as they sloshed through the puddles that had formed from the constant downpour of rain. Lighting streaked across the sky as thunder echoed off the ground. Everyone else would be celebrating tonight, the only threat Smash World offered against Tabuu had been obliterated. You could hear the cheers from all the way down the avenue.

I soon reached my destination. Without glancing upward, I pushed open the creaky, wooden door. I'm so sorry, I wanted to say as I stepped out into the middle of the room, but the words simply couldn't leave my mouth. Silence screamed and bounced off the walls. When the door slammed shut, I jumped; it felt as if a bomb had exploded right inside my chest. If only it was a real bomb, I thought to myself, then we could all be free of this misery.

"Kirby," a faint voice called out from the shadows. I looked up. Stretched against the back wall, a giant cage held all six of my closest friends, including the girl I loved.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't; all of the words I wanted to say were sleeping on my tongue, and I didn't have the heart or energy to wake them up.

"Come here, Kirby," Jigglypuff called again. I slowly walked towards the voice and soon found myself resting my head against iron bars and staring into the teal eyes of the one person that had captured my heart.

I finally forced my words to take flight into the night air, "Jigglypuff… I am so sorry. I shouldn't have escaped; I should be in there with you guys." Words started to gush from my mouth. "If I had fought harder you wouldn't have all these injuries! Tabuu is horrible, you should have beaten him! Good guys are always supposed to win! If I hadn't escaped I could help you break out from here! I am a…." I stared deep into the eyes of Jigglypuff," a failure."

Jigglypuff sighed. "Kirby, please look at me." I had hung my head after my confession. I didn't want to look into those big eyes and be reminded of how horrible everything turned out.

"Fine," Jigglypuff continued after a couple minutes of silence," if you won't look at me look at everyone else."

Slowly, very slowly, I raised my head and my eyes caught two figures against the farthest right wall, starting at me. The figure on the right was Meta Knight. His dark blue, round body had obtained multiple scratches from battle, and his mask had a tiny chip in it. The purple cape that normally blew nobly in the wind now hung limp on his shoulders, looking tattered at the bottom. I winced; I knew that when his cape turned into a pair of wings it would hurt to fly. His yellow eyes shone brightly and fiercely from underneath the gray mask, it felt as if they were drilling a hole right into me.

The figure to the left was Pit. I barely recognized him. This army general used to be the optimist; he never had a frown on his face, always smiling. Now he was staring at me with a straight mouth and dangerous looking blue eyes, even though one eye had taken on the color of deep black and was starting to swell shut. His white wings sagged on his shoulders as if they had gained twenty pounds, when in reality, they were missing feathers. Small red splotches dotted his tunic. They looked suspiciously like blood, but knowing Pit, they would be completely gone before he had to make a public appearance. The neat freak, as I always put him.

My gaze slid hesitantly to the left, almost afraid of what I was going to find. Marth almost couldn't be seen in the shadows that fell across the wall, but I had hawk eyes tonight, and they picked up every little detail; what a cruel punishment. The Marth I knew was a prince who always stood tall, but now his back was pressed against the back wall and he was sitting down, his chin resting on the knees that his arms hugged. The small crown that rested on his short blue hair now had multiple dings on it and his cape had broken off one shoulder, so now it hung to the right. His dark teal boots had mud on them and so did his outfit. His silver sword sat at his feet, shining in the moon light that drifted in from the cracks in the door. I glanced slightly upward, towards his face. A huge scratch traveled from his chin to cheek, his eyes blazed blue in the darkness, almost as reflective as his sword, they gave the illusion that two eyes stared out from the shadows.

Against the left wall, were Ike and Lucas. Ike had his foot against the wall and was staring at the ground. Ike's clothes were, like Marth's, splotched with mud. His face looked completely fine, except for the unnatural angle his nose was at. He suddenly looked at me with a slight grin on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He lifted up his right hand and pulled it through his spiky blue hair, his hand then found his nose and before I could understand what was going on, a loud crack vibrated off the walls. I stared at his eyes in shock as a shot of pain quickly scorched through them before they returned to a dull blue. His hand drop to his side and he bent down to pick up his huge golden sword. He quickly scraped of all the mud off of it until it shone brightly along with Marth's. When he was finished, he set down his sword and started, again, to stare at the floor.

After I had finished examining Ike, I looked at the small blond boy beside him. Lucas was stretched out on the ground; laying on his back. The striped shirt he was wearing had a couple stains on them, put I couldn't tell what they were. On his arms were multiple scratches and his black eyes started vacantly at the ceiling. He looked as if he was reliving a moment. As I thought this, a tear slid silently down his cheek, and I felt ashamed to be watching. When I looked up, the teal eyes of Jigglypuff held me in place. I looked her over. Her round pink body was dirty and above her left eye there was a gouge that you could tell had bled a lot.

"Kirby," the pink person I was staring at said, "We could have been a lot worse off than this."

"That could be true, but we will never know." I suddenly thought of something. "Why don't you guys escape? Everyone could attack at once and you could destroy these iron bars. I could help you."I glanced at everyone as I stated this, but their eyes remained the same; unchanging.

"Kirby…" Jigglypuff gently stated. "Already too many have been lost tonight." She glanced away from me as she said this and I followed her gaze. Meta Knight turned away from us and sadly sighed.

Trumpets suddenly bellowed in the night air. I glanced fearfully at Jigglypuff before running back into the rain, out the creaky, wooden door.