Mi Casa es su Casa

"You must be Evan Vidad," said Master Hand.

"Yes, sir," said the Smash newcomer.

"Welcome to the tournament," Master Hand said broadly. "I am pleased to have you on the battlefield. Do you understand that there are rules on how to conduct yourself?"

"I do?"

"And are you aware that all decisions I make are final?"

"I am."

"Good," said Master Hand. "Now, how can I make your stay in Subspace as comfortable as possible?"

"Well, first things first, I'll need a room," Evan said slowly. "And I understand that you're full at the moment…"

"No need to fret!" Master Hand reassured him. "I'll be happy to get you a roommate! The Smashers here are willing to accommodate you!"

"Hm. Good to know," said Evan.

"I'll call an assembly this afternoon to get you situated," said Master Hand.

"Thank you. I'd like that."

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Master Hand floated into the assembly hall as the Smashers gossiped among themselves.

"Okay, everyone. Take your seats," he said as quiet settled in. "We have something important to discuss today."

"Does it have to do with the tier list?" asked Captain Falcon.

"No, Douglas. This is more important than tiers," said Master Hand. "I'm afraid that for the time being, we'll have to share rooms."

Gasps.

"There's someone I'd like you to meet," Master Hand continued.

As if on cue, Evan walked onto the stage, sharply dressed in a suit.

"Smashers, I'd like you to meet our newest addition, Evan Vidad. He'd really like a roommate to help him adjust to life in this tournament. Is there anyone willing to volunteer? Come on, don't be shy. He won't bite."

"Not that hard," Evan put in.

A gloved hand shot up in the front of the crowd.

"Evan, it looks like you've got a roommate," smiled Master Hand.

The volunteer stood up and joined Evan on stage. He was tall and very handsome, dressed in navy blue overalls and a bright green shirt. A green cap with the letter "L" on its center was perched on his head at a smart angle. His mustachioed face was aglow with the warmest and friendliest of smiles. Evan decided that this roommate was a Godsend.

"Hello, Evan, how are you?" asked the volunteer.

"My day just got better, thanks to you," said Evan. The other man blushed and held out his hand.

As Evan shook it, something in his mind clicked. "Hey, aren't you Luigi?" he asked.

"I am," smiled Luigi, elated at being recognized.

"Yeah, I never forget a face! I've beaten your game ten times!" shouted Evan.

"Which one? The one where I rescued my brother?"

"That's the one, L!"

Luigi was bubbling with joy. "That was one of the best moments of my life, rescuing Mario. I was very, very proud of myself. How about you, Evan? Have you ever rescued someone, and they gave you a little smoochie-smoochie on the nose and said, 'Thank you so much for rescuing me'?"

"Not that I know of," said Evan.

"Welcome to Super Smash Bros.!" cried Luigi, leaping high into the air. "I have a feeling that you and I are going to be good friends."

Evan beamed. "You know what, I think so, too," he said.

"Aww…" the Smashers cooed in admiration as Luigi and Evan shared a hug.

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