Super Smash Bros. 4

With MII!

(Heh heh, get it?)

Chapter 1: Becoming a Character

The sun was shining bright in the morning sky. I opened my eyes to find the brightness blinding me. I shielded myself with my blankets, but eventually crept out of bed.

I realized how messed up my hair was, so I walked over to my bathroom door. I stopped in front of my Zelda poster, my favourite game series on the planet.

I nodded at Link's face with a serious expression on my face before I went in the bathroom, and did what you do in there.

I combed my hair, duh.

I quickly got dressed in my blue shirt and black pants before I headed downstairs, where I could smell "BACON!" I cheered. I ran into the kitchen and saw my mom cooking breakfast, with my dad reading the paper at the table.

"Mornin' son," he said.

I opened the front door and walked outside to the mailbox on the front lawn. I saw the same mailbox anyone else has; a red mailbox with the blue flag up.

I looked at my beautiful neighbourhood, some Miis riding by on bikes, some walking their dogs, and others doing what I am. I opened the mailbox, grabbed the mail, closed the box, and went back inside. But I quickly crept back, put down the flag (I always forget that) and then went back inside.

As I plopped the mail on the kitchen table, breakfast was ready, bacon and eggs, my favourite.

Dad set the paper aside and picked up the mail. "Let's see here," he mumbled, flipping through it. My mother sat down at the table with her plate of breakfast as her and I began to eat.

He tossed all the letters aside on the table except for one, which he kept his eyes glued to.

"What is it, honey?" asked my mom.

"This one says it's for the whole family," he stated.

"That probably means it's for the whole family," I suggested.

He opened it up.

"Dear, Family," he read aloud. "We have written this letter to inform you that we are planning our new tier roster for the next instalment in the Smash Bros. game franchise, Super Smash Brothers 4. We have decided to include Miis as newcomers for this game. We need one swordfighter, one gunner, and one brawler. There will be a tryout station somewhere near your home, so show up and audition, and you could be part of the new Smash Bros. roster. Yours Truly, Smash Inc." Then confetti shot out onto my dad's head.

After hearing this, I got really excited really fast. "Did you hear that?" I asked. "Miis can be part of Smash this year! Could you imagine how awesome that would be if I could be in it?"

"That does sound pretty cool, kiddo," my dad agreed.

"I don't know," my mom thought aloud. "I've seen you play that game, Jack. It doesn't seem very . . . safe."

"Oh, they're just doing that for fun," I assured her. "No one actually gets hurt."

"I think this will be good for him, honey," my dad agreed. "Boys have to be boys."

"Yeah . . . sure. Whatever," I said. "Mom, please?"

She sighed. "Okay. Fine."

"Thank you!" I cheered, jumping out of my seat and hugging them both.

"Let me drive you, son, once we finish breakfast," my dad said to me. Once we did, we hopped in the car (literally) and drove over to the building. Once inside, I wrote my name on the list. I sat down with my dad in the waiting room. As we waited, my dad read a magazine as I read a comic book.

Then, a lady walked out. "Jack," she asked.

"Good luck son," my dad whispered to me. I got up and the Mii led me into a freezing cold room. I hopped onstage as she waited by the doors. There was a table with three Miis sitting in the front row.

The judges.

"Okay," one of them said. "You're Jack, right?"

"Pretty sure," I responded.

"And it says here you're auditioning as a swordfighter?"

"That's right," I answered. "Like Link!"

". . . Right," he said.

A robot arm came down from the ceiling, holding a sword. I grabbed it, and it patted me on the head before it went away.

"Now," the judge directed. "Fight these dummies as quickly as possible, startiiiing NOW!"

Suddenly, a circle of dummies were fired out from beneath the stage. With my sword held tightly in my right hand, I charged towards to of them, slicing them across the face and knocking them back.

I attempted a somersault and stabbed another, then jumped back and did a spin attack on three more.

"MORE!" another judge screamed.

Even more were shot out from below. Thusly, I took them on as well. I sliced up a few and tried to slide beneath one, but stopped in front of it instead.

I scurried up to the side and tapped it with my toes, and nothing happened.

I scurried up even closer and knocked it over.

I got up to my feet, trying to forget that happened, and finished off the rest.

"MOOOOOORE!" the judges screamed.

More dummies came up, except this time they were moving around on wheels and swinging robotic arms in all directions. I dodged the arms as if I were in some sort of laser maze and continued slicing them all up until there was no more.

"Good!" the first judge declared. "Now pose!"

Thinking on the spot, I did a spin attack and held my blade above my head.

The hand from before came down, grabbed my sword, and took off with it.

"Thank you," one of the judges said. "The audition is over. So get out."

I walked out and back into the lobby. I met up with my dad, who put the magazine back on a table and walked out with me.

"So, how did it go, son?" he asked.

"Better than I thought," I admitted. "Although there were a few moments that I was . . . let's just say not proud of it."

"Oh, that's okay," he told me, resting a hand on my shoulder as we stopped next to the car. "Everyone makes mistakes. That's what makes us Mii. I'm sure you were fine, considering how much you play that game. Come on, how about I buy you some ice cream?"

I smiled. "Of course."

We hopped in the car and drove off towards the restaurant. As we did, I stared out the window, wondering if I would ever get to meet Link and Zelda and, well, everyone else.

After I said good night to my parents, I went into my room and changed into my pyjamas before messaging my friends on Miiverse. "Did you guys audition for Smash today?" I asked.

"I did," said one. "But I totally bombed it."

"I'm sure you were great, Jack," another replied. "You're, like, the best gamer out of us all."

"Thanks," I messaged back. "But who knows. I definitely could have done better than I hoped.

"Whatever," said one of my friends.

We chatted for a while longer before we decided to hit the hay. As I lay in bed in the dark, my eyes wide open, all I could think of was the audition. I was probably thinking about it harder than I should be.

I forced myself to accept that not only may I not make it, I probably wouldn't considering the odds. There are gamers out there way better than me.

With this new mindset, I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke up that morning with my bedhead, as usual. I did my normal routine; comb my hair, get dressed, get the mail.

"Mornin' son," he said.

"Morning," I answered, placing a bagel in the toaster. My dad put the paper down and picked up the mail as my mom ate her food while reading a book.

"Hey, son," my dad said to me. "I think there's a letter here for you."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, still watching the toaster. "Who's it from?"

"Smash Incorporated."

I froze.

I blinked.

I spun around and snatched that letter from him and opened it in a split second. My parents watched me, eyes as wide open as mine, as I read it aloud:

"Dearest, Friend, we have sent this letter to say that you have been chosen to be the swordfighter in Super Smash Bros. 4. A cruise ship will come pick you up in one week, so have your stuff ready by then. Sincerely, Smash Inc."

I couldn't believe it. I was speechless.

In one week, all of my dreams were going to come true.

My parents cheered and sandwiched me in a big group hug.

"Congratulations, Jack!" my mom cheered.

Confetti shot out of the letter as my bagel popped.