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"A Velvet Curtain"
This story doesn't revolve around a particular smasher, because in my story, all the smashers have a trouble that they don't want to face. Well some of them have a problem anyways. The others are in the story to help and offer advice, since I can't think of many problems xD. Some of the Smashers might have the same problems, I don't know, you'll have to see next chapter.
Except for Zelda who lives in a castle, the rest of the 'Smashers' live in regular houses, even Peach. And they aren't Smashers yet by the way. And only some of them know each other. They come to the mansion after a letter telling them that they have a place at the mansion. They think they can get away from their problems there…I'll shut up now. xD
Summary:
Running away from your troubles, your fears, the people you trust. There's a velvet curtain blocking your view of the real world. Warning: May include slight suicidal thoughts or attempts, swearing and slight shounen-ai and/or yaoi.
There you have it! Also, by shounen-ai and/or yaoi, I mean I might include thoughts or attempts of femalexfemale or malexmale love. Now please review and try not to be harsh with your criticism. I won't tell you their problems, since it's just a waste of time, but if you want, you can try to guess what the problems are. But if you want to know a certain trouble of a particular smasher, just mention it in your review and I'll be happy to tell you! But if you mention that the characters are out of character or whatever, I will hurt you and you will not get any skittles from me. The characters are supposed to be out of character. But now, please enjoy 'The Velvet Curtain'.
By the way, this chapter will only feature some of the Smashers and their problems. Next chapter will show all the Smashers, including the ones with no problems at all. By the way, try not to flame please. Try to stick with constructive criticism at the most please.
The Deluxe Casino
"BLACKJACK!" a blonde-haired woman yelled, throwing down her cards. It showed a jack of spades and an ace of spades. She smirked and wrapped her arms around a large pile of poker chips, pulling them closer towards her. She reached out her hands like a little child begging for candy, and brought them back a few seconds later, only to have them full of bills and coins. She stood up and whirled around, heading to one of the many slot machines.
Around her, the atmosphere was filled with the sounds of coins clinking as they were tossed in the slot machines; angry yells as men lost their money to the horseracing and other gambling games; the dice being tossed as men and women clapped and yelled, hoping to win more money; and the sounds of cards being tossed onto the table.
She inserted a coin and pulled the lever, waiting in anticipation as the first slot became a cherry; the second slot became a cherry and the third slot…
"DAMMIT! Why an apple? Why?" she sobbed and leaned her head on her arm, slamming her other fist down on the table. She felt a hand rub her back and when she looked, she saw a redheaded man rubbing her back encouragingly.
"Sorry for your loss Peachie. But we gotta get outta here," he told her, while clicking a plain silver lighter on and off. She stared at the flame intently, before turning back to the man.
"Just one more card game, Roy," she answered greedily, and hurried towards one of the Poker tables. She immediately sat down and the dealer began dealing. She looked certain of her winning, and tossed in a few extra coins.
Roy sighed. He knew he would never be able to snap her out of gambling. She went to the casino everyday! He flicked the lighter on and off, on and off, on and off, but had no intention of actually using the flame. He just liked the way it looked.
Sweat dripped down the blonde girls' forehead as she eyed her opponent fixedly. She wasn't about to lose. She wasn't about to end of poker winning streak. She was the master at the card game. Flicking two cards upwards, she slammed them down on the table, startling several viewers.
"Gimme two," she said commandingly. The dealer tossed two cards at her with a smirk. Putting them in her hand, her thin, rose colored lips curled into a smile. She turned her cards outwards using her hand.
"Five, in diamonds!" she cried proudly, showing off a five set of ace, two, three, four and five all in diamonds. Her challenger smirked.
"Ooh, I guess I lost…" he said smugly. Peach was about to jump up in victory until he set his cards down.
"Not. Royal Flush, girlie."
She felt cracked down the middle when he said that. Peach nearly shattered into a million pieces and fell off her chair in surprise. She never lost. Never.
Roy watched her loss sadly. He flicked the lighter as he neared her, and helped her up.
"Sorry love. Didn't mean for ya to lose. Guess gamblin' is really gettin' to ya," he said apologetically, holding out his hand for her to take. She accepted and stood with her face straight in front of his.
"Are y'all kiddin' me? That was great! I neva knew losin' could be so much fun!" Peach exclaimed. She rushed past him towards the horse races, ignoring the surprised look on Roy's face. He glared after her, completely forgetting that he had kept the lighter on. Before he knew it, he dropped it, still lit, and hurried after her. Reaching Peach, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her towards the exit.
"Girl, we really gotta get ya outta here. You're obsessed with the gamblin'. It aint healthy for ya," Roy growled, when suddenly, he heard a shriek come from Peach.
"What now?" he asked impatiently, whirling around. His face froze.
There was a lick of flame now coming up from the poker table at which Peach was just playing at. It was moving slowly towards them, crackling and flickering as it consumed the slot machines and poker tables. He stared at the fire in awe, completely ignoring the victims who were not able to run away as fast. He only snapped out of it when he felt a tug on his shirtsleeve.
"Let's get outta here Roy! We're gonna be burned alive!" Peach shrieked and ran towards the fire exit, dragging Roy behind her.
"Slow down, will ya? We're not gonna get burned," Roy assured her, not wanting to leave the fire, but it had no effect. They were out of the casino before Roy could say 'fire'.
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She moved through her castle, smiling arrogantly at her servants and helpers with her nose in the air. They stuck their tongues out at her after she passed them, and mimicked her position; the conceited smile and nose in the air and all. The other servants held back snickers. It was obvious she wasn't very popular in her own castle.
"Princess Zelda, you have a visitor," a young man announced, approaching her. He was clad in rich garments; silk cape, velvet bottoms, silk shirt and leather shoes. He was evidently more spoiled then the other servants who wore dirty brown or beige rags. His hair was combed back; their hair was greasy and oily and hung down in front of their faces.
"Ah yes. You may go now Wilhelm," she told him, waving him away impatiently. The man, still bowing, retreated quickly, as though he couldn't wait to get away from her. She strode to the waiting hall and found a tall elf clad in green standing there, staring at his feet. When she entered, he stared at her, and took of his cap.
"Hello there Princess," he said gloomily.
"Why Link! What a pleasure to see you. I've been very busy with castle work, but I made time for you in my busy schedule," Zelda replied, completely missing the gloom. She was thinking of herself, again.
"Thank you, your majesty," he murmured, staring at the ground again, and tracing one of the floors' patterns with his toe.
"Oh Linky, you needn't call me Princess of Majesty, though it does help," Zelda said, giggling. She looked around the hall and studied all of the details.
"It was my idea for this hall to be decorated the way it is now," Zelda boasted. "I told Daddy, 'This is how I want it Daddy.' Naturally, he had it built to my liking."
Link continued to stare at the ground.
'This is all a mistake. I don't deserve to be here, talking to the most beautiful woman in the World. Those goddesses made a mistake when they gave me that Triforce. I'm not good enough to even be ten feet near the Master Sword," he thought sadly.
"Hello, Linky? Are you even listening to me?" Zelda asked in a singsong voice. "I mean, you should listen to me. What if I say something important and you miss it? Though, everything I say right now is important…oh well!"
Link stared at her. "I'd better go Princess. I bid you farewell," he mumbled and kissed her hand clumsily. Zelda was partly sad to see him go.
"Oh well, good-bye Link," she told him, feeling dejected as well. Link waved gloomily and walked out, hanging his head.
The moment he left, a small bird flew in through the open door. Zelda was about to protest, until it dropped something in her hands.
"Hello, what's this?"
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Dear Miss Samus Aran,
We are happy to tell you that you have a place at the Smash Mansion. We are inviting you to come and participate in our various self- er…self projects. We hope you'll make it, and if not, we'll send someone looking for you. We find you rather fascinating, so we'd really appreciate it if you come. If you wish, we also hold various fighting tournaments here, if you find that to your liking. We await your arrival.
Sincerely,
M H. Smash
C H. Smash
P.S If you feel at all dejected or have any physical, emotional or mental problems, we are happy to welcome you here. Symptoms include; bulimia, anorexia, low self-esteem, too high self-esteem, smoking, drug addict, alcoholic, pyromaniac etc. etc.
A young, thin woman stared down at the piece of paper in her and tossed it aside, sighing. After reading the P.S she knew she belonged there. The woman was much too thin. She never wore midriff tops, or tight pants, for it showed off her skinniness. Why, if she wore a midriff top, her ribs would show quite clearly. Her legs were like toothpicks, and her arms were the size of her thumb. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew she had an eating disorder.
Samus leaned back in the leather armchair, her stomach growling with hunger. Despite its protests, she ignored it and closed her eyes, but food flashed through her mind, so she opened them again. Why didn't she eat?
It all started when she weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds – which was just five years before – and she felt very self-conscious about the way she looked. She thought she was fat though she was one of the skinniest girls in her Highschool. She didn't think so; she thought the other girls were much skinnier then her.
So she tried working out, and stopped eating junk food, but she only lost seven pounds. That wasn't enough, so she cut out her snack times, finally losing another four pounds. She was at one hundred and four pounds but that still wasn't thin enough. So then she cut out half the stuff she ate for dinner, breakfast and lunch and lost six pounds, leaving her at ninety-eight pounds. She was unusually thin for her age, but nobody seemed to notice yet. She felt that she was still fat. Finally, after each meal, she would go to the bathroom, and make herself throw up. After losing five pounds because of that, Samus was determined to lose another six pounds at least. So she skipped lunch and breakfast all together, only eating an apple and water for her dinner. That lost her eight pounds, and then people began complimenting her on losing thirty pounds.
She didn't eat breakfast or lunch for fear of gaining weight again, but ate a tiny bit more for dinner then usually; an apple, a peach and a whole bottle of water, and that was it. At eighty-five pounds, her friends noticed the sudden attack of thinness. She didn't eat lunch at school, she had fainted at least twice a day and she couldn't concentrate. Her grades dropped, her friends became tired of her ignorance for their concern, and nobody wanted to go out with her.
Samus didn't care. She was happy that she went from a hundred and fifteen pounds to eighty-five pounds, and she didn't want to gain a pound more.
"I guess I should go," she murmured to herself.
"Go where?" A voice asked. It was her 'friend' Captain Falcon. She assumed him as a friend; he assumed her as more. She didn't want to be more; he wanted to go all the way. She didn't know where he went at night, or in the day, but he seemed like he was on drugs all the time. Samus wouldn't put it past him.
"Uh, I just got this letter to go to this place called Smash Mansion and I figured I should go," she explained, waving the letter. Captain Falcon stared at it.
"Yeah, I got one too. Guess I'll go too," he said, smiling at her, showing a gold tooth, a missing tooth and a chipped tooth. Samus held in a shiver. She hated it when he smiled at her; it freaked her out.
"Yeah," she replied, shrugging and not really sure of what to say. Suddenly Falcon whirled around and marched out of the room.
"I'll be right back," he called over his shoulder. Samus waved feebly, just about ready to faint. She tried hard to keep her eating disorder from Falcon. But it didn't really matter. He suspected something was up? Why shouldn't he? After all, she was skin and bone.
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A large man blew a puff of smoke across the room, watching it until it faded. He blew another puff, and another, finally stopping to crush the cigarette beneath his feet.
"Why do ya smoke those things?" another 'man' said. He wasn't really a man. More like an over-grown turtle. The other man who was smoking the joint frowned at the other creature. He reached into his side pocket and pulled out a small box of cigarettes, extracting one and lighting it with a lighter that had a picture of a woman on the side.
"You should try one Bowser," the man replied. Bowser frowned.
"Nah. Got any booze?"
"Yeah. In the fridge."
Bowser stood up, and walked through the doorframe, entering the small kitchen. He opened the white refrigerator and removed a bottle of beer. Uncapping it, he gulped down the alcohol and trotted back to the living room, settling himself on a worn leather armchair.
"And you wonder why I smoke," the other man said, slightly amused. Bowser coughed.
"Yeah I do wonder Ganondorf," Bowser teased and drained the half-empty bottle.
Ganondorf made a face and inhaled deeply, and let out a large puff of smoke, staring at it intently, before turning his gaze back to Bowser.
"Hey I got a letter yesterday. Said somethin' about a Smash Mansion or somethin'," Ganondorf said suddenly. He stared expectantly at Bowser.
"Yeah I got one too. You goin'?"
"Might as well check it out."
"Yeah. Not like I got anythin' better to do."
"Me neither. Wonder if they give out free cigarettes."
"Is that all ya think about?"
"You think about booze twenty-four seven."
"Nah – Well yeah that's true."
"Exactly."
Bowser grinned and drained another bottle of beer, while Ganondorf inhaled another puff of cigarette.
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"No. No. No. No," repeated a large pink puffball over and over monotonously as he flicked through the channels on his television. He sat sprawled out on a dirty leather couch, last weeks' pizza boxes lying around him. He had his hand on his stomach, using the other hand to flick through the channels. The place was small; fit only for one, though it is doubtful that anyone would want to live in that dump.
Kirby was different. He could live in those surroundings. He ate and ate and didn't stop. The poor puffball was suffering from another eating disorder. But instead of being dangerously skinny, he was dangerously fat. Kirby was obese.
But it wasn't his fault that he was fat. Oh no. Ordering all the pizzas wasn't his fault. Nope.
Next to him was an open letter, with a drop of cheese on it.
"There's nothing on on T.V today," he complained, stuffing a slice of cheese pizza in his mouth, a bit of cheese dropping onto his stomach. He wiped it away impatiently, and then sat up, staring back at the letter.
"Maybe they'll have better T.V channels at the mansion," he told himself, and slowly headed upstairs to pack.
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Falco Lombardilived with his roommate Fox. He was close with him, but sometimes Falco felt attracted to him in a different way then friendship. He wasn't sure why; he usually spent his time just trying to find out exactly who he was, since he wasn't quite sure yet.
That evening, Falco found Fox in their living room, leaning back in an armchair, and holding a white sheet of paper.
"Hey you got one too?"
Fox nodded absentmindedly. "Yah huh."
"So…are you going?"
"Yah huh."
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yah huh."
Falco sighed and plopped down on the couch across from Fox.
"Well I'm going," he said. Fox seemed to snap out of his trance.
"Yeah I was planning on going anyways," he agreed.
"Wonder what it's going to be like…" Falco wondered aloud. Fox shrugged.
"Just hope who else goes is nice. Hate to go somewhere where everyone is mean."
Falco nodded. He was just happy that he was going somewhere with Fox.
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A teal-haired man trotted down a dark street, his path lit by the lampposts above. He had just left someone's house; his face flushed red with excitement, and was headed back home. Wrapping his jacket around himself tighter, the man continued his walk, until he arrived at an average size house. It was nearing midnight, and it was likely that the person he shared the house with would be asleep, but he entered anyways, calling out "hello" softly.
"Where've you been?" a voice demanded. Marth whirled around and saw a woman standing there, her hand on the light switch and her face red with anger.
"Oh I was just at a friends' house," Marth replied calmly. She glared at him suspiciously.
"This hasn't been the first time. You've been doing this regularly," she said, poking him in the chest. Marth backed away a bit and held up his hands.
"What do you think I've been doing? Cheating on you? Having sex with other girls? Nope. I'm not a player. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bed," Marth answered and tried marching upstairs but the woman stopped him.
"No you're not. Not until you tell me where you've been tonight. It's almost midnight you know."
Marth sighed. He couldn't tell her. He could never tell her where he'd been the past couple nights. He claimed to be at different friends' houses at the time, but that was a lie. A big one too. But he couldn't tell. It would be the end.
"Never mind. I'll tell you later. On second thought, I can't. I'm going to that Smash place tomorrow so I'll have to tell you some other time," he said, and kissed the woman's lips, before heading upstairs, leaving a confused look on her face.
He couldn't wait to get out of the house.
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A young blond boy sunk into the couch cushions, ignoring the pain throbbing in his left wrist. He stared at the ceiling, and then at his hands, using his finger from his right hand to wipe a drop of blood dripping from the other hand. He lifted it to his face and stared at it fixedly, before wiping it on the couch. He closed his eyes, but opened them again.
"This is stupid," he muttered to himself. "But my world is stupider."
"LINK!" yelled a voice from outside the living room. A boy barged in, wearing a red baseball cap, and his hands on his hips.
"Are you doing it again?" he demanded.
"Doing what?" the boy called Link asked innocently. He hurriedly stuffed his cut wrist into his sleeve, doing the same with the other as to not arouse the other boys' suspicions, even though they were already aroused.
"Show me your wrist," the other boy said in commanding tone. Link thrust out his right wrist, which showed nothing a clean patch of pale skin.
"You're other wrist."
Link sighed and slowly pulled the sleeve up. The cuts were fresh, blood still dripping from them. He stared at it, then at the boy.
"Young Link, why are you so suicidal?" the other boy said in a much softer tone. Young Link couldn't help it anymore. He felt tears coming on, and hurried out of the room.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap," the boy known as Ness muttered. He followed the blond boy out of the room, and banged on his bedroom door. When there was no answer, he barged in.
"We're going to that Smash place tomorrow Link," Ness announced once he entered. Young Link, who was sitting on his bed – which was covered in a black bedspread with skulls decorating it – frowned up at Ness.
"I don't wanna," he answered in childish tone.
"Oh yes you do. And you're going," Ness answered in a motherly tone.
"NO!" Link yelled stubbornly. Ness sighed.
"We're going whether you like it or not. We have to, for your sake."
He left Young Link to pout and silently closed the door.
"Don't try anything Link!" he called as he trotted into his own room. He would make sure that Link didn't do anything to himself.
Young Link lay facedown on his bed, hugging the pillow tightly to his chest.
"This is stupid. I don't want to go, but Ness makes a point. Aurgh, this is soo stupid. Life is crap," he muttered, tossing the pillow so it hit the wall. He lay on his back, and closed his eyes tightly, trying to see if that would make it all go away.
Young Link didn't even know why he was suicidal. But after ten years of discomfort, bullies and bad grades/days, he decided that was a good enough reason to slit his wrists. He didn't try anything big yet; he wanted to wait. He wanted to see if life got any better for him.
It didn't get any better during those ten years. At seventeen he was still filled with misery and discomfort, even though his world was a bit better. Just a bit. But Young Link didn't stop. He felt it comforted him, even if it was dangerous. Although he didn't admit it, he was glad to have a friend like Ness nearby. Even if he did act like a mother sometimes.
But despite all that, Young Link couldn't stop. He wouldn't.
Not even for the sake of Ness.
Crappy ending? Crappy story? Okay ending? Okay story? You tell me. I'm waiting for your reviews! Please review. It took me a long time to write this story, but I'm finally finished the first chapter. And whether you like it or not, I'm continuing with it. The next chapter will be up by Sunday or Monday hopefully. Please review! If you want, you can guess what their problems off (the Smashers). The next chapter will be the arrival at the Smash Mansion and meeting everyone and…yeah. Once again, REVIEW!
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