Howdy! Grayscale Swan here! This is my second Smash Bro's fic and this time I decided to go with something completely different. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Nintendo owns all the characters in this story.
An off putting breeze blew through the open window, sending a shiver down Lucas's spine. He laid unconscious on the dusty and creaky wood flooring. It was almost like he was frozen in time while the city bustled outside. He took soft breaths, laying on his back, mouth ajar and his eyes slightly opened. After another chilling breeze he slowly regained consciousness.
A short sigh left him as he picked himself up. To his surprise, tiny shards of glass had been scattered along his body from his forehead to the tips of his toes.
The apartment around him seemed untouched from when he last saw it. However, in front of where he laid was a shattered, full body mirror. It looked like a masterpiece as it proudly hung on the wall. Its frame was incredibly ornate, and made of gold, with beautifully sculpted wings protruding from the sides. Bright stars were attached to the corners and a fancy crown at the top of the mirror was the icing on the cake. Unfortunately the glass had been shattered, leaving delicate little pieces of the glass dangling from the fancy frame.
The ruined mirror terrified Lucas, forcing him to back away . He couldn't seem to remember what happened, or what he was doing when the mirror was still intact. Before he could get up to collect his thoughts, the door knob jiggled and unlocked.
This wasn't Lucas's apartment but someone else's, someone much richer than him. The door swung open making the hinges creek, a young boy with a #1 shirt waltzed in. After taking one look at Lucas, he frowned as if he were deeply concerned. Not even a second passed by before the professional homeowner's face heated up with anger.
Villager took a little too much pride in his furniture. Lucas panicked and got up, putting his hands together to make a desperate plea to Villager. Sadly, Villager remained unforgiving, his cheeks puffed up and the breeze started up again blowing a dry leaf in front of his face only adding to the effect. Villager dug around in his pockets for a brief moment then pulled out a sharpened axe.
Tears filled Lucas's eyes when he saw the sharp glare of the axe. Was this mirror really worth that much?
It suddenly felt like the two were in some kind of torture room. Lucas tensed up, his fear acted like glue that stuck his feet to the floor. Villager had become Lucas's Medusa, paralyzing him with a solid and steely stare.
Out of Villager's pockets, a maple bonsai tree popped up then landed on the floor right across from Lucas.
With the axe in hand Villager began to push the furniture closer and closer to Lucas, feng shui wasn't Villager's top priority this time. Still unable to move Lucas's eyes got wider and his lip quivered, he cringed at the sound of the sliding furniture. Once the tree touched the tip of Lucas's shoe he leaned back trying to contain a gasp.
Villager's lifeless eyes shot up to meet Lucas's, that grin that always seemed to be plastered on Villager's face got a bit wider. With a swift swing of the axe villager severed the tree's light trunk and sent the top of the tree to fall on top of Lucas's shoe.
Even though it didn't seem like much the impact was greater than the bite force of 20 Ultimate Chimeras. The sheer power blew Lucas back, ejecting him from the apartment.
How humiliating, both Lucas and Villager knew good and well that they themselves couldn't trust the kindness of strangers without hurting someone or getting hurt. Lucas didn't come to the city to cause trouble, honestly after being shot out of an apartment complex by a bonsai cannon, he didn't know why he came in the first place.
He landed in a dumpster in an alley a few blocks over. Talk about being down in the dumps. He let a banana peel slide down his cheek then he shook his head.
Now he was alone on these unfamiliar streets again, but not completely alone. A sharp hiss buzzed in his ear, a coiled up snake emerged from his side pocket.
"Lucas!? What are you doing? One second I'm napping the next second we're in the trash."
The bright red snake was rather irritated by their current location. It raised it's body up like a cobra and stuck out it's tongue whipping Lucas's face with it.
"Phew, did you get thrown out of that weird looking kid's apartment or something? Because this is ridiculous."
Lucas felt his stomach churn, he didn't have the heart nor strength to answer to Rope Snake, his 'heroic' and 'cool' partner. The gloomy boy just shook his head and brought himself to climb out of the dumpster.
"This is why I should have just stayed with Duster, but no! I had to open my big mouth. All those times I saved your ass wasn't enough was it? Nope and I agreed to accompanying you on this dumb adventure, to protect you! What was I thinking? We're screwed."
An abject whimper was Lucas's only response to the testy snake. He wasn't sure what to do at this point, he was only a kid in a big cold city wondering where to go, where he went wrong, and what was in store for him.
Because he was resourceful he gathered a pile of dried leaves, and short sticks that the breeze had carried over from the city's park. He took a deep breath, remembered a few times of glory then pointed his fingers at the pile. A bit of heat warmed his blood letting it cascade through his body into his fingers.
"PK Fire."
Oddly enough not even a spark emerged from Lucas's fingertips.
"Well that's weird, did you just forget how to use PSI Lucas?" Rope Snake teased with a grotesque chuckle.
"That is weird, maybe I'll try something different."
Lucas readied himself, he lifted his head and hands as if he were reaching for the stars.
"PK Thunder!"
As valiant as his effort was his result remained fruitless. The crimson snake touched foreheads with Lucas.
"You're not sick are you?"
The snake stuck out his forked tongue and flicked it back and forth on Lucas's forehead to check his temperature. Or just to see if the smell of garbage was gone. The snake frowned a bit, for the smell of rotten eclairs and bananas was still there. "You seem fine to me. But look Lucas, just call me when you work everything out, it seems like you need a little time alone." The fatigued snake exhaled, that was his own little way of saying he didn't want to deal with Lucas at the moment.
When Rope Snake coiled back up in Lucas's pocket it seemed as if the last glitter of hope left Lucas. Left him in the dark damp alley, even the heroic and cool Rope Snake didn't want anything to do with Lucas. He kicked an empty can of Pokemon food then sat down on the chilly concrete.
"Whatever happened to protecting me?"
Lucas softly started to weep, he knew that crying wouldn't help anything but the fact that he somehow forgot PSI struck fear and concern in his heart. Just thinking about his current situation was making him even more miserable. He put his hands over his eyes and shuddered as salty tears rolled down his pudgy red cheeks.
Rope Snake knew Lucas needed attention but the snake wasn't as heroic as he said he was. He admitted it before, just like then he failed and left Lucas for dead.
Lucas sobbed until his face turned bright red and his throat felt sore. The tears felt like they eroded canyons in Lucas's cheeks the extra sniveling only added to the pain. He cried until he tired himself out and his eyelids grew heavy. A few more minutes passed by then he finally cried himself to sleep.
The soft snores provoked Rope Snake to emerge from hiding, he looked at Lucas with somber eyes then slithered on top of Lucas's head and coiled up in an attempt to keep him warm. As Lucas slept he felt his snake's warmth and dreamt of a time when things were easier.
As soon as the sun rose over the city a strange light shined in Lucas's eyes waking him up. Upon waking, he noticed that Rope Snake was gone and the alley way was littered with downy feathers.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Rope Snake coiled around an unfamiliar object. It looked like some kind of sumptuous bow crafted by a god, or goddess.
"This is a pretty nifty looking weapon! I have so many questions, flying spartan boy. Hey look! I'm Asclepius!"
Lucas rubbed his eyes and sat up alarmed by Rope Snake's antics. Before him stood something, someone who was different than anything he had ever seen before.
"Well actually I'm not really a Spartan per say. But thanks, this weapon here is the Palutena Bow, the goddess of light, Palutena made it herself."
The angel sounded rather cheerful, after he talked a bit about his weapon that Rope Snake seemed to adore he noticed Lucas was awake. His wings flared open as he took a step towards Lucas.
"I see you're awake now, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Pit, and I understand that you need a bit of help around here. I'll watch over you and your snake."
Lucas backed away a bit and was at a loss for words. Rope Snake slithered up the bow and laid around Pit's neck like a boa.
"So, like a guardian angel?" The short snake wafted Pit's scent with his tongue, obviously pleased with his refreshing smell. "Ooh! Is that Pomegranate?"
Pit only chuckled then looked at Lucas with enticing eyes and spoke with a cajoling voice. "Exactly, like a guardian angel."
Lucas swallowed and looked at the seemingly pure angel with an uncertain face. "I guess that's okay." He said softly with a slight stutter.
Rope Snake beamed happily and seemed to feel a whole lot better just from being around the angel. But Lucas still felt skeptical about Pit, something about him seemed a little off. Even though his aura was bright, to Lucas it shined like a morning star, Pit was someone to fear. Why would an angel that could soar through the sky lay so low in a city like this?
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