Hello! TrashyMuffin here!

This is my first ever story in . :P

Since I'm addicted to the Super Smash Brothers series, I decided to write a short story based on a weird question that has been intriguing me for a while now; "What if the Smashers attended a fan meeting that Master Hand secretly organized? How would the fans react to the Smashers literally being the one signing their-*cough*-what-the-Smashers-didn't-know-they-had merchandise?"

NOTE: EVERYONE IS OOC. APOLOGIES. AND THERE WILL BE A LOT OF TIMESKIPS BECAUSE MY STORYTELLING SUCKS.

I don't know if someone already did this (I didn't check) idea, but please know that should there ever be one story with this idea, I swear I didn't copy it. It's coincidental.

Before I end my ridiculously long author's note..

**DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Super Smash Bros. series and the Smashers. (Who knows what I'll do with them if I do?) Heck, I don't "own" the plot (anyone can use it, I'm not being strict. Just don't copy it word for word.) but I think(?) I came up with it.**

Now, let me shut up and I'll let you all ENJOY!

Smash Mansion, Auditorium, 3:09 PM

"You… WHAT?!"

Mario was the first to speak up (or rather, yell out) after the rather awkward wave of silent shock passed as Master Hand finished making his—how do you call this—rather unusual announcement.

Apparently, unless everyone was deaf, Master Hand had gathered a meeting in the Smash Mansion's auditorium to tell everyone he organized a fan convention and all the Smashers were required to attend in two days to meet the, quote-unquote "fans" who were, according to Master Hand, enthusiastic to meet them.

"Do you have any concerns about this event, Mario?" If Master Hand could raise his nonexistent eyebrows, he would.

"Um, yes." Mario worriedly looked at the Smashers sitting beside, in front, and behind him before hesitantly standing up. "It's just, that, the announcement is all too sudden… and considering we're going to hold this fan meeting in two days.. It's just not enough time to prepare."

Before Mario could continue speaking, Master Hand let out a slight chuckle.

"Don't you worry, Mario! I had notified the fans weeks prior to your announcement. Merchandise has been distributed, the place has been prepared beforehand-you don't have to handle anything but your answers to your fans' questions and your ballpens to sign their merchandise. "

This just made everyone whisper to one another, as Mario sat back down, gloved hands shivering as he thought about every word Master Hand said. He doesn't know if the shivers are because of the sudden drop of temperature from the air conditioner going stronger, or if it's because of the scary thoughts of seeing obsessed fans that he didn't even know they had. What, they're just creatures that beat up each other for other people's entertainment; how on Earth would that create such a strong fanbase?

"Now, if you do not have any questions, you are dismissed." Master Hand floated off the stage as the stage lights flickered off and the auditorium ceiling lights went back on. The Smashers slowly emptied the room to do their individual tasks in different rooms.

The hot-topic of the next few days was about the upcoming fan meet. It was a mixed bag of reactions, if we're going to be honest. Some were excited, some were nervous, some didn't even want to participate unless threatened by someone (mostly someone excited like Peach or a greater authority like Master Hand).

**TIME SKIP TO THE MORNING OF THE SO-CALLED "BIG" DAY BROUGHT TO YOU BY (insert random sponsor here)**

"ATTENTION, SMASHERS!"

The PA systems installed all over the hallways roared out, surprising the majority of the Smashers, to the point of causing some people to fall out of bed and/or dash out in panic wielding a sword. (Looking at you, Toon Link.)

Oblivious to all the Smashers' rather over-the-top reactions, Master Hand, who was currently in control of the systems, continued.

"I hope you all remembered what day it is. Please pack all necessities and head to the living room to wait for the required transportation. We're going to make all of your fans happy today!"

After Master Hand quickly logged out, the Smashers either annoyingly went back to bed, or got prepared and headed downstairs to have breakfast and wait by the living room.

A few hours later, Master Hand met the Smashers in aforementioned room. Before saying anything, he peeked out the windows to see the familiar bus that he contacted prior.

"All right, everyone. Before heading out, let us perform a quick roll call."

Once roll call was completed, quick problems were fixed and everyone was present, Master Hand opened the door, using his magic to open the gates and let the bus in. Eventually, everyone scattered out of Smash Mansion to board the bus.

Master Hand was the last to get in, since he had to convince Crazy Hand to join him because he can't just leave the entire house up to someone like his counterpart. Eventually, Master Hand promised there would be a LOT of sugar, which sealed the deal for Crazy, but forced Master Hand to use up all of his secret stash of candy.

As the bus slowly began maneuvering, the Smashers were silent.

However, after a while has passed and the bus is not showing any signs of speeding up, some of the Smashers had something to say—privately.

Marth and Ike, in particular, were sitting next to each other. Moments later, they began whispering.

"..Does this bus intend on going slow?" Ike asked, concern laced in his silent tone.

"I don't know.. if it's this slow, we should have convinced Master Hand to take the Halberd instead." Marth looked out the window instead of directly gazing at the mercenary. "At least that thing has space and entertainment. And actual food."

With the mention of the Halberd, Ike diverted his attention to the one who pilots it, who was sitting across from them. Leaning towards the window, usually yellow eyes dimmed as a sign that his eyes were closed under his mask.

"Let's not. Knowing Sir Meta Knight's position and banishment during the third tournament, he's the one who'll have the most questions and pressure under him. Piloting a gigantic ship with a bunch of us will only make him a complete wreck during the fan meet. Let's just let him sleep."

Eventually, all of the Smashers that had a lot to say got worn out. During the very rare point of silence, Master Hand smiled (without a mouth—if that's possible)at the tranquility, and rested as well.

? Convention Center, Parking Lot, 10:00 A.M.

An hour later, the bus halted into a stop.

The first person who noticed was Peach, as she fluttered her eyes opened from her short slumber.

She made the mistake of sitting next to the window, as she saw a bunch of fans knocking on her window in excitement, she shrieked, which consecutively woke up every other Smasher.

The other Smashers abruptly woke up, also making a loud ruckus as fans started sticking their faces on their bus windows.

Master Hand floated down the bus as he scanned the location, even more fans immediately swarming the entrance.

"Well, everyone, we have reached our destination." Master Hand yelled out.

Mario, Luigi, Link, and Zelda, who were on the front row, looked at the Smashers behind them with faces of worry and anxiety, nodding eventually to join them as they stood up and followed Master Hand.

The rest followed, although they watched their step and ignored the background screams of joy as they slurred out of the bus and rubbed their eyes.

This is going to be a really, long day, that's for sure.

So, hi! ^^

This is LITERALLY my first ever story, and honestly now that I think about it 2 days after writing the draft of this, I'm beginning to think the storytelling's really horrible.

I'll try to improve in terms of writing. Although, I'm not saying that there's going to be over-the-top crazy fans and horribly written drama—but that's exactly what I'm saying.

QUICK QUESTION: If the Smashers were to hold a fan meeting, which Smasher would you go to and what will you do? Leave an answer as a review—I might include you in the story! (Crazy fans will be my OCs, and not inspired by ANYONE. Don't worry.)

Also, quick spoiler, something bad WILL happen to the fan-meet sooner or later, and it has something to do with Ike and Marth's conversation earlier.