The Worst Smash Halloween Ever
by HyperInuyasha
A/N: Oh hey look a Halloween fic. I'll see if I can actually finish this by the time Halloween rolls around.
Prologue: The Curse
The Ancient Minister hummed to himself as he crossed the halls of the Smash Castle. Everything was decorated for Halloween, with dimmed lights for good measure. Every holiday, the Smashers take the holiday and epicize it, in order to make holidays more fun. For example, on Easter, they went giant Easter Bunny hunting. The Ancient Minister assumed that it was nonsense until they came back with 10 giant bunny corpses, whose blood was made of chocalate. He couldn't wait to see what the Smashers were going to do for Halloween. A grand trick-or-treating quest across the entire universe? Doing battle with the Great Pumpkin? With people that's so creative and insane, the possibilities were endless.
That's when a Primid ran in to ruin his day.
"Sir! Thank goodness I just caught you! Are you by any chance planning to wear a costume?" asked the Primid.
"I AM A ROBOT. WHAT NEED WOULD I HAVE FOR A COSTUME OTHER THAN MY ANCIENT MINISTER CLOTHES?"
"Good..."
"WHY DID YOU ASK THOUGH?"
"It's... we've been cursed..."
"CURSED?"
"Remember that curse Tabuu put on the Smashers in his dying moments?"
Tabuu began to explode in a colorful fashion, screaming as the Smashers cheered. "Be happy now fools, but when Halloween comes you'll pay... YOUR COSTUMES WILL BECOME REAL! BEWARE!" He then released a blast, which went through all of the Smashers, making them glow red. However, they did not notice for they were to busy rejoicing.
"...YOU'D THINK I WOULD REMEMBER SOMETHING LIKE THAT." murmured the Ancient Minister.
"We have to take action sir! If any Smasher puts on a costume, they'll become the thing that they're wearing!" yelled the Primid.
"THAT SOUNDS LIKE A CLICHE'D HALLOWEEN PLOT."
"I know... but combine that with the powers the Smashers already have and their very, very, very questionable sanity..." pointed out the Primid. ROB tried to process this... and his artifical eyes opened wide as he realized the horror of this.
"OH MY GOD. I NEED TO GET TO THE INTERCOM ROOM BEFORE SOMETHING HORRIBLE HAPPENS!" yelled the Ancient Minister. He flew down the halls, suspiciously passing no one as he got to the intercom room. Pressing a button, he yelled into the mike, "ATTENTION SMASHERS! DO NOT PUT ON YOUR COSTUMES!"
Unfortunately, at least half of the house failed to hear him. That's because they already put their costumes on about 5 minutes ago. Let's go rewind those 5 minutes, shall we?
The Ice Climbers put on elegant gothic clothes; a black overcoat for Popo and a gothic lolica dress for Nana. They were dressing up as Hansel and Gretel from Black Lagoon. The only thing left was their wigs.
"Nana, do you feel as if something bad will happen once we put our wigs on?" asked Popo.
"That sounds like a bad fan-fic Popo." scoffed Nana. Both of them put their wigs on... and their eyes glowed as the personalities of their costumes merged with their personalities. Nana looked up, smiling like a complete lunatic. "Hey brother... I have an idea."
"Yes?" answered Popo, sporting a similar slasher smile.
"Let's kill everyone." said Nana. Out of nowhere, she pulled out a large assault rifle as Popo pulled out a battle axe. They left their room, giggling evilly.
"Damn it Luigi! Where's your costume? This is a package deal!" yelled Bowser. He, Peach, and Mario all had Pokemon themed costumes: Mario had a costume that was all feathered as he was going to be a Combuskin, Peach had all of the parts for a Gardevoir costume, and Bowser had painted himself blue and was putting the finishing touches for his Blastoise shell. Luigi however had no costume because he's a loser.
"Hey! It's not because I'm-a loser! The costume store was-a closed!" whined Luigi.
"At least ask Red for his Pokemon Trainer hat. I'm sure he could oblige." said Peach.
"Fine." said Luigi, grumbling as he left the room.
"Hurry up-a Luigi!" called Mario. The three Mario characters put on their costumes...
"Falcon? I'm here for the money you owe me. I need to buy bags for my Pikmin so they can carry the delicious sweets!" said Olimar. He came into Captain Falcon's room, which was dark for some reason. "Hello? Are you here?"
"Behold..."
"What? Falcon? Where are you?" asked Olimar. Then a spotlight appeared in the middle of the room. Captain Falcon stood in the middle of the light, but he was clearly no longer himself. His helmet was off, his hair dyed blue. He did not wear a shirt of any kind and instead wore a badass cape. He posed, pointing a katana at Olimar.
"I AM KAMINA!"
Pikachu walked toward Red's room. He wanted to ask Red for his hat so he could imitate his dear owner Ash Ketchum. But he didn't want to tell anyone that. That's when Luigi ran by, screaming.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" screamed Luigi. Pikachu rolled his eyes as the green plumer ran down the dark halls.
"What a baby." muttered Pikachu. He then spotted a tall figure in the darkness. "Yo! Red! Can I borrow your ha-"
"honk HONK honk"
"...Uh..."
"HONK. hey motherf***er. =0)" greeted who Pikachu assumed was Red.
"Uh... Red? Are you okay?"
"OF COURSE. we're all okay in a matter of speaking. HONK HONK HONK." Red stepped out of the shadows. He wore a black shirt with a strange symbol on it, clown pants, a messy wig, and two troll horns coming out of his head. And in his hands, he was holding a club. "kneel motherf***er."
"OH GOD"
More and more transofrmations occured through the house. Some Smashers didn't transform though. This was mainly attributed to the fact that either A, they didn't wear a costume to begin with, or B, their costumes were so crappy that the curse didn't know what to make of them. Fast forward 5 minutes, and the Ancient Minister just floated silently. No noise was happening in the castle. He prodded the intercom button again.
"HELLO? ANYONE THERE LISTENING TO THIS?" asked the Minister. Suddenly, the castle errupted in noise: machine gun fire, someone yelling in a really loud voice, Pokemon speak, honking noises, roaring noises, and various other noises that went along with a symphony of screams. A walky-talky that was attached to the Minister (being a robot had it's benefits) started chattering.
"MINISTER, HELP-" screamed a voice, getting silence by a machine gun.
"THEY WERE ALREADY MAD TO BEGIN WITH! NOW IT'S WORSE! WORS-"
"honk HONK"
"OH GOD THE BLEEDING! MY SPECIES SHOULDN'T HAVE BLOOD IN THEM!"
"BLASTOISE!"
"UBOAAAAAAAA"
"SAVE US!"
The walky-talky went dead. The Ancient Minister sweatdropped. He had built in sweat makers for occasions such as this. That's when he began to feel an emotion that he thought he never had: fear. He decided to talk into the intercom again.
"ANYONE THAT'S NOT A SMASHER ALIVE OUT THERE?" asked ROB. No response. Gulping, he found it best to lock the door. Then his built-in walkie-talkie jumped alive.
"H-H-Hello?" said a voice. He immediately recognized the voice as Luigi and quickly answered.
"LUIGI? ARE YOU OKAY? PLEASE RESPOND!"
"Y-Yes I'm okay. Popo... he was-a chasing me with-a axe. T-Then I heard the screaming and..." Luigi fell silent.
"LUIGI?"
"CURSE YOU UBOA! CURSE YOOOU!"
"LUIGI, FOCUS. NOW LISTEN CLOSELY. A CURSE HAS BEEN CAST ON THE SMASHERS. ANY COSTUMES THEY WEAR WILL BECOME REAL. NOW... I NEED YOU TO GATHER EVERYONE WHO ISN'T WEARING A COSTUME AND MEET ME BACK HERE. WE'RE EITHER GOING TO REGROUP AND FIGHT BACK, OR JUST WAIT THINGS OUT UNTIL THE MORNING."
"A-ARE YOU-A CRAZY! I WAS ALMOST KILLED-A BACK THERE!"
"I KNOW. BUT I'M RELYING ON YOU."
"Wait, really?" said Luigi, his tone suddenly hopeful.
"NOT REALLY. BUT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I HAVE CONTACT WITH, AND I DON'T WANT TO CALL EVERYONE'S ATTENTION TO THE INTERCOM ROOM MORE THAN I ALREADY HAVE."
"...Oh. B-but don't worry! You can-a depend on me!"
"GLAD TO HE- OH DEAR THERE'S FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE MORE DOOR. I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER." the Minister cut off the walkie-talkie as he heard steps outside the door. Then he heard a giggling voice as it walked away, planning to torment him later. The Minister was still scared though. Either the voice would come back and actually try to kill him, or another costumed Smasher would appear soon. If he had breath, he would be inhaling and exhaling rapidly right about now.
So far, this Halloween isn't turning out so great.
To be continued...
honk =0)