Alright, not going to say much about this story. Just know that this'll be here in case I need a way to get back into writing after a writer's block.

Oh, and this'll be the 100 Themes challenge.

Blah, blah, standard disclaimer, I don't own anything, GET ON WITH IT.

And, uh, also, because I KNOW this question will pop up, I'll be taking on the themes out of order.

Yeah, that's all. Enjoy, folks!

1. Introduction

In the quiet, forgotten library of Smash Mansion sat a woman.
This woman considered herself as a scholar of sorts; finding out as much as she could about a subject for a greater cause. She had only recently arrived at the mansion, however. She had much yet to learn.
Dear journal,
I must apologize. I seem to have neglected you during these past three months. Much has occurred during said time.
Firstly, I have accomplished what I said I would do in my previous entry. Even though I am aware it has caused much heartbreak, I wish they have understood that Ihadto do it. They are safe now. That is all that ever mattered, in my point of view.
After doing so, I awakened in a strange, new land. This land is filled with strange, metal buildings and some sort of magic that allows all to be connected to each other, at any point in time. I believe Maria referred to it as "the Internet".
Ah, yes, Maria. The young girl who found me, disoriented and calling out for the others. Bless her kind heart; she had taken me aside and explained all.
My world is one of many, existing in an inclosed space known as "The Greater Nintendo Universe". After I had accomplished my deed, I was sent to the world in the middle of the universe, where most are sent. Maria suffered a similar fate as well.
I lived in the bustling area known as "Smashville" for two and a half months with Maria. She taught me what she knew about the other worlds, though that was not much. She told me that we could never return to our worlds, nor interact with others from our worlds, lest we be killed on the spot.
I do think she was jesting me on that last bit, though.
She said that, if anyone were to die in this centre world, their souls would roam an endless maze for all eternity.
Once again, I hope and pray it was merely a joke.
I do not give up easily. I have done all I could to find out how to return home; I believe I owe it to everyone. Though, recently, certain events have occurred to make it a much simpler task.
Maria spoke of two forbidden areas that lurked beyond the forest near the edge of Smashville. These areas, titled the Assist Hotel and Smash Mansion, were only meant for the greatest fighters in the universe. Though, it seemed they were short on members, for they hosted a contest for others to earn a spot in their fighting tournament.
I had assumed two things upon this revelation. One, that one of my companions would be there, and two, that these warriors would have information I required.
Much to my chagrin, these warriors were far from what I expected.
"Robin? Must you mutter to yourself at every waking moment?"
There is Zelda, for starters. A cold, calculating princess who possesses the ability to use magic for every waking need. Though she does not display much emotion, she has been more than helpful to my cause.
"Oh, Zel-Zel. I'm sure Robby is just concentrating very hard right now, that's all."
Peach is the mother, of sorts, to all at Smash Mansion. She can smother you without a second glance, and yet still make you do whatever she wishes with a mere flex of her frying pan.
Yes, journal. She wields a frying pan. The combat prowess of such a thing still eludes me.
"Lady Palutena, should I make sure Robin isn't going crazy?"
Pit. In all the years I can remember, I have never met someone so bizarre. Pit has wings that protrude from his back. He claims to be an angel, yet he cannot fly. How in Naga's name does that make sense?
He also follows every whim and need of a certain individual, whom I will speak of next.
"Now, Pit, I'm sure that Robin isn't going crazy. Maybe we should leave her alone for a bit."
"Lady" Palutena, the self proclaimed "Goddess of Light". While I do admit she has an extraordinary type of magic, I have my doubts on her title. Surely she is not a goddess.
"Hey, Pit, here's an idea: quit being such a pushover."
Samus Aran. The one who, quite obviously, has the loosest tongue. Nothing out of her mouth is censored in the least, though I assume it is because of her profession. She is a bounty hunter, and quite possibly the most feared person in the entire mansion.
And yes, I will admit, she is one of my favourites at the moment.
"Erm, Miss Aran, I don't think that was the best thing to-"
Shulk. He arrived at the mansion the same time as I. Despite his young age, he is an inventor, and is the only one other than Zelda who helps my cause at the moment.
"Aw, relax. Pitty doesn't mind; it's all just playful banter right now!"
If you were to ask me "Who is the most insufferable person?", I would undoubtedly say it is Sonic the Hedgehog. Do you recall, journal, that I said Pit was the most bizarre person in this mansion?
I was wrong. Sonic is, in his own words, "An anthy-antho-anthromorphichedgehog."
He also possesses the ability to run at super sonic speeds, making it rather startling when someone asks him to give you a favour to do.
And, finally, he seems to wish to know what you are doing whenever you are doing something, yet he knows nothing about the subject.
In shorter terms: he has no sense of personal space. He attempts to make friends when such actions are against what it is that I wish.
"Mister Sonic, what does 'banter' mean?"
"It means talking, moron!"
Two of the youngest here are Toon Link, a boy who seems to have exaggerated depictions of natural features, and Pichu, who is a small, rude mouse-like creature who can create lighting from nothing. The two seem to be troublemakers; almost as if they were younger, more bizarre versions of Lissa.
"Can we pleasejust leave her alone? I think that we're just making things worse by talking..."
The last person is one of Sonic's friends. She was invited here to spend some time by Peach and Sonic, thus she is not a competitor. She reminds me of myself, but only for the wrong reasons.
Though Blaze the Cat appears to mask it with indifference, I can see it in her eyes. I suspect she suffers the same ailment I once did.
That is another thing I wish to discover: another way to "cure" my previous ailment. I am aware of the route I took, and the fact that it seems to have worked. However, I do not think Blaze with take said route with the same gusto I did...
"Hmm...hold on a sec...Aw, mean! Whadda ya mean 'insufferable', Robs?!"
Before Robin could continue writing, her journal was ripped from her hands. Her pencil quickly followed suit.
"What in blazes-Sonic! Give that back at once!"
ROBIN: Someone I wanna make friends with! But she's acting like a jerk right now, writing mean stuff about her friends! I dosogive people space!
Blaze peered over Sonic's shoulder, hoping to sneak a peek at what Robin had wrote about her. "Erm, Sonic, do you mi-"
Sonic just laughed. "Aw, don't worry, Princess! She just thinks you're sick for some reason, that's all!"
Princess is one of the healthiest people around, Robs! I think I'd notice if she was sick, after all, sheisone a my friends!
Robin finally managed to pry her journal away from the hedgehog's grasp, clutching it protectively to her chest.
"Aw man, I was just gettin' started!" Sonic said, pouting.
"Away with you, hedgehog!" Robin said, pointing to the door of the library.
"Alright, alright, whatever. Later, guys!"
Robin continued to point toward the door, looking at everyone else. With grumbles of disapproval, they soon filed out as well. That left Robin to continue writing in peace.
I apologize for that, journal. Sonic managed to get his hands on my writing instrument-a pencil, I believe? They seem to save much on ink, at least-and wrote some of his piece.
I will attempt to blot that bit out later.
To end my latest entry, I will simply say this:
I did not enter this tournament to make new friends. I only came here to learn how to return to my family and friends in Ylisse.
And, just in the slightest chance...
...Chrom. Lucina. Morgan. Iwill come back. This I promise you three. No matter how long it takes, Iwill return home.
With love,
Robin.