This is an anthology of slice-of-life oneshots about the Fighters and Assist Trophies from the Smash Bros. series, as well as the people who call Smashville home. A few visitors may pop up now and again, too.

There will be exactly twenty-two stories in this series, each totalling around 400 words (these notes notwithstanding). With any luck, your favourite character could be the star of their own little tale!

Let us begin with the first one, shall we?

WARNING: This story contains spoilers for Chapter 5 of Fire Emblem Fates.

22 Short Stories About Smashville

The First Story: Sour and Sweet

Corrin always felt low on Mother's Day.

It seemed that, with every passing year, the pain grew stronger. The nightmares got worse. Vivid recollections of Queen Mikoto dying in her arms, her sacrifice, kept her awake. Left her shaking, sobbing. She often wished her mother could see her on the battlefield. Would she be proud of how far she had come, after so much time apart?

These questions would always be rhetorical.

When she was feeling particularly sad, Corrin took her mind off things by stargazing. Tonight, that habit took her to the small hill in the mansion's flower garden. There was just something about watching those faraway lights that made her feel at peace. So there she lay, having found her moment of quiet, away from the persistent trauma. The grass was so soft… why, she could fall asleep here.

"Junior never really knew his mom either."

Corrin's state of calm was disrupted by a croaky voice. She sat up and looked to her left to see a certain Koopaling. Wendy stood there, holding a box with both of her hands. She seemed more than a little miffed to be seen with it.

"Peach told me that Mother's Day sucks for you. Must be the worst day ever. She said I should give this to you today." She averted her gaze downwards. "Not that… Not that it was my idea!"

"Even if it wasn't," replied Corrin, accepting the gift, "I'm grateful that you're taking the time to give this to me in person. You've made my day a little brighter. It's surprisingly good of you, Wendy. Thank you."

"Whatever."

As the gift giver crossed her arms in a huff, Corrin lifted the box's flap and revealed it's contents.

She gasped. A beautiful sliced banoffee pie stood proudly in the middle. Wow! How did she know that she loved those as a child?

"It's from that bakery that opened last week," Wendy explained. "They were having a sale. Take it if you want it, I guess. But I swear, if you tell anyone that I did a good thing, you're gonna regret it! I've got a reputation to think of!"

So she does have a heart after all, thought Corrin, taking a slice of the pie from the box. The taste made her feel young again.

"Don't worry, Wendy," she said with a laugh, "This will be our little secret."

I hope you enjoyed this inaugural Story. At some point, I hope to find inspiration for the other 21. Thanks!