In a certain bar on a certain planet within a certain universe, a certain group was certainly celebrating.
They had just come back from a long and bloody battle deep inside the enemy's headquarters, a rival group that had been a thorn in their side for decades. Through the execution of a secretly-planned sneak attack, they had been able to wipe out all of their opponents with relative ease; not a single one of the poor bastards were left alive. This group, the victorious one mind you, were known as the MvC. Long ago, they once ruled the streets, at their strongest with 56 members. However, many of their older members soon left, and a newcomer took down the weakened team. That newcomer became a powerful threat, their long-hated enemy. But now, with their revenge fully realized, MvC had the chance to rise again.
"Cheers!"
The sound of glasses clinking together resonated throughout the bar. A colorful cast sat at an over-sized round table. They were all laughing boisterously regarding their success. Their laughter was secretly hollow, for all emotions within them aside from hatred, lust and avarice had been wiped away long ago. They knew nothing about what it was to feel like human beings. They simply followed orders and executed them with precision. This was especially true for the older members; from the moment of joining, their souls were gradually whittled away, leaving their bodies as empty husks in a meaningless existence.
Frank West took a drink. "Ha ha...nothing really soothes the body like a cold one after kicking ass! Right, Nemesis?"
The grotesque monster known as Nemesis growled in response. Despite one being a zombie-killer and the other a zombie, they were still able to put their differences aside and get along for the sake of MvC.
"It wasn't even a big deal, really," Morrigan chirped, smiling just enough to show her front teeth, "After all, we were simply crushing an ant hill underneath our boots." Hsien-ko, Felicia and Trish all bobbed their heads in agreement.
"I dunno...while it felt good to avenge ourselves, I still was hoping for more of a real fight," Ryu spoke up. Asleep on the floor beside his chair was his trusted attack-dog, Amaterasu. The sleek, white dog had a bone in its mouth, courtesy of one of their victims. The street fighter's eyes calmly drifted over the people sitting across from him; The Incredible Hulk and M.O.D.O.K. were playing cards, Chris Redfield was smoking through an entire pack of cigarettes, and Crimson Viper appeared to be whispering sweet nothings into her lover Chun-Li's ear. Business as usual, he thought.
"The way that that little thing choked out a screech before I snapped its neck...a sweet sound indeed..." Doctor Doom mused with an insidious little chuckle afterward.
"What does it matter if they put up a good fight or not?" She-Hulk asked, stroking Wolverine's hair, "Honestly, I'd much rather have an easy fight than a hard one. That girl with the blaster guns could have easily killed me if I hadn't been careful!"
"Geez...I would have faced that thing head-on..."
"Shut up, Ryu! You're always trying to talk tough, but which one of us actually went to law school, hmm?"
"Law school has nothing to do with this!"
Ryu's drink suddenly burst in an explosion of alcohol and shattered glass, drenching the street fighter completely. Dante, who had been sitting off on his lonesome before now, lowered the still-smoking barrel of his gun. The white-haired demon hunter let out a laugh.
"It's not polite to yell at women, ya know?"
"Bastard..." Ryu grumbled, but he dared not try to fight back with someone like Dante.
As all of this incessant commotion played out around him, Wesker's attention was transfixed solely on the photos in his hands. It was personal photographs he had taken of the corpses they left in their wake. So much blood and gore fascinated him beyond measure. However, he couldn't help but feel a nagging at the back of his skull. He felt as if, in the process of their rampage, they had forgotten something, or someone, very important. He was positive that they hadn't killed everyone in their rival gang, but he had forgone telling the others. It wasn't like one person could fight against all of them. But still...
'Who could it be?'
Kirby stood in the doorway of the Smash Mansion, still as stone. The cold winds behind him raged without effort against his back, yet it still did not freeze him down to the very core like what he was seeing did. The happy-go-lucky attitude of the Pop0star hero had been decimated in an instant. Even though the main hall was covered with thick shadows, and the darkness flowed across the floor, Kirby could still make out the scene before him. For a moment, he couldn't believe it. It was too difficult to believe, and for good reason.
Lying before him were the bodies of the other Smashers, unmoving, drenched in pools of their own blood.
"Ah..."
Donkey Kong was riddled with bullet holes, Lucario's arms and legs were torn apart, Link was gutted and stabbed through the neck with his own sword, Ness's neck was snapped, Samus' beautiful face had been smashed to bloody pieces, Peach was lying in a heap with her dress torn off, ROB was disassembled, Mario's body ripped clean in half, Olimar's space helmet was cracked open, and all that was left identifiable of poor Diddy Kong was his tail. These were only a few of the unbelievably horrific images facing Kirby at that moment. The stench of so many dead bodies was practically overwhelming. The pink puffball didn't know what to do; he had just gone home to his planet Pop Star for a few hours, and yet this is what he came back to. Even in his many years as a battle-hardened veteran had he never seen such carnage.
"Oh!"
Kirby stepped back. He couldn't bring himself to go in. He knew immediately that he would just find more bodies if he went further inside. Looking through the doorway right now was like staring into to the vast and dark abyss. Kirby hid his eyes behind his stubby hands and wailed. It was the sad, lonely wail of someone who had nothing left in the world. He knew that his friends had been brutalized on purpose before being killed; the damage to their bodies was a clear indicator of that. Kirby could barely imagine just what pain they had suffered. It made him wail harder.
Suddenly, Kirby heard a wet thump beside him. He looked, and saw Fox McCloud, still alive, yet he was missing both an eye and part of his arm, soaked to the bone in his own blood. The rest of his injuries were likely internal. It didn't look like he would survive for much longer. It was probably taking the very limits of his will to stay alive despite the intense agony. Where had he even come from, to appear so spontaneously?
"Kirby..." The fox spoke in a hoarse whisper.
Kirby sniffled. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Noticing his friend's bewildered expression, the dying fox simply chuckled under his breath.
"Sorry to surprise you like that. I...I'm not going to live much longer...hell, I'm amazed I'm still alive right now..."
Kirby sniffled again.
"Look...I didn't want to scare you, but...we can't just..." Fox coughed, spitting up more blood, "We can't just let this slide..."
Kirby didn't know what to say, not that he could say much anyway. However, he did agree that he had to get revenge. Revenge for his friends.
"The bastards responsible for this...I overheard them talking about going to a bar...it shouldn't be too hard...to find them...they really stand out..."
Kirby nodded several times, and Fox smiled, his lips and teeth bleached red. "Thanks...I knew I could count on you..."
With those last words, Fox slumped forward and fell face-first into the dirt. He ceased to move. The rain began to fall. The quiet pitter-patter of the rain was all Kirby could hear now. Even though he felt that familiar stinging in his eyes, Kirby knew he couldn't dare waste time crying. He had to do something for the sake of these dead people. Fox had entrusted him with this important mission. Avenging them was the least he could do to repay the smashers for everything they had done for him. For a little alien like Kirby, they were something close to family.
Kirby took out a cellphone he had received from his former enemy King Dedede long ago. Even though Kirby couldn't speak, he still kept it on him at all times. There were a few people who seemed to understand his language, he discovered, and fortunately they were all very strong. In this case, they were his last hope.
He tapped his finger-less hand on a button, and made the call.
"Yeah? Hello? Oh, it's you. Been a while, huh? What do you want? ...What? Seriously? Holy crap, that's -stop biting me like I'm some kind of snack, you stupid cat-girl- that's really bad! All of them? Damn...what a way to do. Huh? You need my help with something? Well, I do owe you alot, so I guess I can. I'll be there in a bit, and I'll bring Kazuya along too. He's kind of a prick, and he lives far away, but give me a few hours and I'll drag him over...goddammit! Taokaka, give me back my coat!"
Kirby snapped the phone shut and put it away. There was one last thing he had to do now. His normal powers alone wouldn't be enough to defeat the upcoming foes. Solemnly, he turned to the bodies of his friends...and he opened his mouth...
