*Deep inhale* Okay, here we go, here we go...I've got this…*deep exhale*
Hello, people of Fanfiction and guests alike! It is I, Reevee21! You may have heard of me from the stories A Smasher's World and/or Heirlooms? Well, here's yet another possible hit!
I ought to give you all a warning; this is just the introduction to the fic, and it'll stay that way until I finish A Smasher's World. Luckily, since said fic is nearly over, you can expect random updates alongside the weekly Wednesday update! YAY!
The reason I'm posting this fic so early is because it's not any normal fic…*Dramatic close-up* IT'S AN OC-SUBMISSION FIC. YEA. I'M FINALLY DOING IT. CAPS LOCK ABUSE.
And so, without further ado, I present you the introduction of SSB: Childish Dreams! The OC submission form and rules is at the bottom! Have fun!
*~ SSB: Childish Dreams ~*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of Nintendo's rightful characters or my reader's rightful characters, I only own this story in itself and the plot that comes with it. If Nintendo is reading this…can I get an autograph?
Childish little toys.
That's what they were, that's what they all were: pathetic, useless, so-claimed magical little bits of a kid's imagination. At least, that's what he thought they were when he first saw them. Then he saw them as something else: Annoying. Also stubborn (for interfering with his plans), stupid (for daring to go up against him in the first place), loyal (for that one dark sorcerer's attempts at earning his master's favor), and very good at gathering with other pathetic toys.
Again, just a kid's imaginary heroes.
This 'kid' himself was behind him, bound by golden chains to a brick wall. He was curled into a fist, a white mound of fingers with a ghostly wrist leading away to nowhere. He was as quiet and still as stone, a kid having been scolded by its parent.
For what?
He could have done anything with these lands, of plain and forest, mountain and river, tunnel and arena, cloud and metal; but the hand behind him got in the way, him and his mentally unstable brother, and created a whole world of sprawling labyrinths, tricky battlefields, and levitating arenas for those child's playthings. It was not only useless; it was very, very rude.
You may have been doing what you wanted before, he thought, turning shadowed eyes to the trapped hand behind him. But from here on, you'll be listening to me!
He flipped back to the screen before him, the wall's only company in the empty void they were in. It was honed in on a galactic stage, more specifically the one toy whom had avoided him during his minion's collecting. He hadn't ever authorized a toy-collection in the first place, it just happened while the dark cannons were blasting and dying cries echoed through the air.
When the first had fallen, one of his more thoughtful underlings reached it and dragged it off the battlefield. He first thought the minion was betraying him and going to revive the statue in a more quiet location; instead, it shoved it behind one of the snoozing Towtow and went back to battle. Then it did it again, and again, until he eventually had a large stockpile of the statues. When they returned to him, it had offered them as gifts to him—or prizes, considering they were literally trophies and born to be displayed. He accepted, and now had a large sum of them somewhere in his lair.
But this one, one of the lucky five who had never met him before, had been avoiding his henchmen since day one. Teleporting out of their grasps and cannon fire, reading their every move with telepathy and psychic abilities, and simply fighting back with balls of shadows and high-powered mind waves.
But now, it was trapped. Trapped on one of its own home stages, ironically. The one with broken pillars holding up platforms, an underground section dotted with gems, and dragons that appeared in the background.
It was still fighting his minions off, but he noted its cautionary movements-not maneuvering about the stage, for instance. It stayed center and fought the enemies off before they could get within feet of him, keeping its eyes on the background where two kinds of great dragons were supposed to appear.
Eventually, it defeated his first wave of minions and he had to send more after the fighter. In that spot of calm, the eye of the storm, one of the dragons appeared: the pinkish one with pearled shoulders and a bipedal figure.
The fighter looked to it with a relieved expression, communicating in gentle mind-waves too subtle for him to hear from the screen.
What's it doing? he thought, puzzled. Talking sense into it? Ah well, I should release this wave while it's busy.
And thus he did; two Reapers on both sides, not to mention vast amounts of different Primid. The fighter, realizing this, looked to the dragon with more alarm and seemed to beg for something.
The dragon took it in calmly, shooting cautionary glances at the approaching enemies every now and then.
When the Reapers reached the fighter, it stopped what it was doing and closed its eyes submissively when they raised their scythes. They both struck at once, causing major damage and the fighter to be implanted in the ground. There, it was no match for the dark cannon aimed for its aboveground body and was promptly turned to a statue.
He chuckled darkly at this: Finally, they were gone! All deactivated! Stored away where no one shall ever reach, veterans and newcomers alike!
The dragon the now-statue fighter had been conversing with bobbed its reptilian head in acknowledgement (or perhaps respect?) before throwing it back and roaring, loud enough to rattle his screen and knock the Primid off their feet.
He raised an eyebrow when the other dragon joined it, as well as the three humanoid monsters that occasionally appeared on-stage. It explained to them in growls, grunts, and hisses what the last fighter had apparently said.
They simultaneously nodded before the four newcomers disappeared in a flash.
It was then he felt a great shift through the area, glancing about warily before sensing the four's presence…
...in his trophy room.
If he had eyes, they would have widened at this plan. The fighter had revealed where the other fighter's locations were, and they had paused time to rescue them! (It was the blue dragon that froze time, Dialgia, but he can't seem to tell one Pokémon from another).
The four and the statues appeared back on the stage, all in the background, where his armies were powerless to reach. The pink one had been charging a large sum of power during this time and unleashed it through its arm, ripping a tear in the very fabric of space itself. All the statues, every hero and heroine, monster and man, vile and villainous, was shoved through the layer into another world.
The five monsters left without another sound, although his army stirred up in a nervous racket at what he would do to them. He himself was still figuring that out, but first, where had those idiotic toys gone?
Casting coded fingers over the screen's keyboard, he clicked certain buttons unceremoniously before finally pinpointing a spot: the only world where none of them were from, where the statues had been sent to in their miniature statue form.
He slammed a fist on the keyboard angrily. Here he was, so close to wielding this world forever, when that last fighter had messed up his plan and saved its fellow fighters!
His form quickly transported away to where his minions had docked, leaving a single word on the screen:
Earth.
Hmm…this sounds a lot like the introduction of A Smasher's World. GEE, I WONDER WHY.
Anyway, I promised you guys a forum, and it will be here below! But first, I'd like to get some things out of the way:
First off, I need ten OCs. If I get any more or multiple OCs for the same position, the remainders will probably appear as background characters. The ten are as follows:
Wielder of Super Mario (with Mario, Luigi, Peach, Bowser, Rosalina, Bowser Jr., and Dr. Mario)
Wielder of Legend of Zelda (with Link, Zelda, Gannondorf, Toon Link, and Sheik)
Wielder of Pokémon (with Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Pichu, Mewtwo, Pokémon Trainer *or whatever your person calls him*, and Greninja)
Wielder of Kirby and Kid Icarus (with Kirby, King Dedede, Meta Knight, Pit, Palutena, and Dark Pit)
Wielder of Star Fox, Donkey Kong, and F-Zero (with Fox, Falco, Wolf, Donkey Kong, Diddy Kong, and Captain Falcon)
Wielder of the Third Parties (with Sonic, Solid Snake, Mega Man, and Pac-Man)
Wielder of Fire Emblem (with Marth, Roy, Ike, Lucida, and Robin)
Wielder of Metroid and Earthbound (Samus, Zero Suit Samus, Ness, and Lucas)
Leader of the NES Generation (with Duck Hunt, Little Mac, Ice Climbers, R.O.B, and Mr. Game and Watch)
Leader of the Wii Generation (with Olimar, Shulk, Wario, Wii Fit Trainer, Mii Fighters, and Yoshi)
"Darn it, Reevee, can't you have one person for every company, like a normal person?!"
First off, you knew I was odd in the head when you first met me. Second, that would be a whole lotta people to remember! I'd like to keep it to ten, just so we can all remember names and appearances.
Now, for the forum! I LOVE MAKING THESE FORUMS, BY THE WAY!
Name: Full name, any nicknames
Age: Anywhere from 8 to 18 years.
Appearance: Hair color, skin color, common outfit, any noticeable disabilities or scars
Personality: Attitude, likes, fears, you get the idea.
Wielder/Leader of…: One of the ten listed above. It's preferable that you make it similar to their personality (i.e., wielder of Kirby and Kid Icarus being a cheery person).
Background: Previous homes and towns, personal experiences, maybe heritage?
Home: Current living area and general location. This takes place mainly on a seaside town known as Elkin, with farmers further inland, so you've got either a city-kid or country-kid option.
Relations: Friends, parents, siblings, local rivals, pets? They already know the others, but what kind of level is it?
Gamer IQ: Knowledge of games and experience with them. Just starting? Retro champion?
Skills: Any sports or hobbies that interest them?
Sending it through a review is good enough for me! One I finish A Smasher's World, I'll start this fic and update it weekly! Any Mary Sues will be wrapped in tin foil and used in Bowser's barbeque! I'll see you all again in a few weeks, hug your Eevee until then!