Prankstorm: HEY, Prankstorm here. My close friend made this, and since she doesn't have a FanFiction account, I'm posting it for her! So, please read and review! :D
Marth opened the doors to the brightly lit building. "Brawl. Finally," he sighed. Melee was good and all, what with Roy to help, but in Brawl it would be epic. Marth was all alone, the only one from Fire Emblem. He spotted some of the usual Smash Bros. characters already there and settled. Marth waved to Link. "Hey, Link," he called. Link responded with a smile.
"Aren't you excited? We're both in the game!" Link announced. "It's going to be so much fun, with all the newcomers, that is." All Marth could do was smile shyly. He was still scared. He wasn't sure he could handle the pressure. Forty-one characters! That was more than ever. "Are you worried? Don't be. I heard from Mario that there was going to be newcomers from all sorts of games. I'm sure that there will be somebody you know," Link reassured. "Besides, you've got me," he laughed.
"Well, I should probably get checked in." Marth waved to Link and walked up to the front desk. "Marth. From melee," he said to the lady behind the counter. "Oh. Hello Marth. You have room 231 on the second floor." She handed Marth a key and smiled, signaling the end of their conversation. As he walked over to the elevator, he noticed someone coming through the doors. He was tall, with bluish-purple hair, in a way like Marth's. It was pulled back by a bandana. He wore a navy blue shirt with white jeans and brown shoes. Over his shoulder, he slung a gold sword with a black hilt like it weighed nothing. He walked up to the front desk addressed himself as "Ike, newcomer."
Marth found that he was staring and quickly went upstairs to his room. He began to unpack, starting with the usual toothbrush and other necessities. As he went deeper, there were other things, his own personal items. "Marth, please report to training room number 14," an intercom squawked overhead. He walked the flight downstairs, the whole time trying to remember his old friends. Then came the training room.