First story! Hopefully someone out there will like it and be willing to stick around for things to pick up. This first chapter is kinda slow, so bear with me s'il vous plait. Happy reading!
I don't own Super Smash Brothers. That would pretty be rad though.
Mario jumped up, performing a tight backflip as a bomb-omb went whizzing below him, exploding a few seconds after he landed. He whipped his head around, eyeing the thrower of the explosive with amusement. Sonic grinned at him, bouncing a baseball bat off his red sneaker.
"Close call, Pasta-Man," Sonic teased, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Mario rolled his eyes before throwing a couple fireballs in the smug hedgehog's direction. The blue blur rolled out of the way and continued to roll into a spin dash.
"That's a wonderfully stereotypical statement you got there Sonic. Not every Italian has to be associated with pasta."
The hedgehog stuck his feet out in front of him, screeching to a stop, pouting and placing his gloved hands on his hips.
"Are you implying that you don't like pasta?"
Mario tripped over his own feet and flopped onto the platform of the Battlefield.
He narrowed his eyes at Sonic, snorting, "Of course not. What the heck gave you that idea?"
Sonic puffed his cheeks out, and Mario took note of the slightly pink tint on the blue blur's cheeks and the way he scratched his nose- a notable trait of Sonic's whenever he gets nervous or flustered.
"Well, I mean," Sonic began, tumbling over his words. "It's just you sounded super offended and crud when I called you Pasta-Man." He rubbed the back of his head nervously, hoping to not upset the plumber.
Mario rolled his eyes again, opening his mouth to argue back when a loud, authoritative voice boomed throughout the stage.
"Mario and Sonic, if you two desire to gossip then I am going to end your match because there are other fighters who reserved the fighting simulator."
Sonic chuckled to himself, before grinning at Mario again. "Master Hand was never the most patient glove around, huh?"
The room flashed white, blinding the Italian before he could respond. When his eyes fluttered open, he registered that they were back in transporter room, Sonic standing in front of him with a matching dazed expression.
Sonic shook his head, lifting his hands to his face to rub his eyes. "It doesn't matter how many times we do that- I'll never get used to the transportation."
Master Hand floated over to the two fighters, flicking Sonic on the back of the head, resulting in a whiney 'hey!' from the hedgehog. "You also seem to never get used to the fact that I can hear you over the intercom when you are in the arena," Master Hand says, sniffing indignantly. "If you desire to finish your match, reserve one of the less popular arenas tomorrow."
The white glove turned around, pressing a black button on the control panel.
"Mr. Game and Watch, Peach- the Battlefield stage is now open for your match. Report to the scanner room." Master Hand releases the button, facing Mario and Sonic once again. "Why is it that two of our most talented fighters are two of the most easily distracted ones as well?" he mumbles, sounding as he was saying it more to himself than the fighters in question.
Mario raised his hand, prepared to spit out a defending statement when Sonic's voice cut through whatever sound elicited from Mario's mouth.
Apparently running wasn't the only thing that he was fast at.
Damn that hedgehog.
"Well geez Master Hand, if we are oh-so talented as you say," Sonic waved his hands around, in a way that Mario assumed was meant to prove his point better, but in the plumber's eyes, he just looked ridiculous. "Why is it such an issue if we get a little distracted?"
Master Hand let out a tired sigh. "Because you delay the other smashers' matches, we have been over this Sonic. Multiple times actually."
The sound of a door sliding and shutting attracted the attention of the group, and they looked over to see Princess Peach walking in, pulling on her long white gloves. Her bright blue eyes blinked in surprise as she scanned the room.
"Oh," she breathed out, 'Mr. Game and Watch has not arrived yet?"
Mario and Sonic shook their heads, but then Sonic's eyes widened and he let out a slight gasp. "You know what? I actually haven't seen him around all day really," he finished with a shrug, looking over at the master of the household.
Master Hand hummed in curiosity, turning to the intercom once again. "Mr. Game and Watch, it is time for your match with Princess Peach. Please report to the transportation room immediately. If anyone has seen him, please notify him at once." He faced the three fighters, sighing before beginning to speak again. "Well, my apologies Princess Peach, but until your opponent arrives, you are going to have to wait."
The Princess smiled back him, and shook her head. "No need to apologize, Master Hand. I don't mind waiting at all," she spoke, looking over at Mario. The plumber perked up when he noticed her attention on him.
"Would you mind keeping me company while I wait?"
"Oh! Uh, of course not Princess," he spoke quickly and rubbed his neck in embarrassment, feeling his neck heat up. Sonic shifted his gaze back and forth between the two Mushroom Kingdom inhabitants, before finally shrugging his shoulders and jogging out of the room.