Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers, Nintendo or any of its affiliates or characters. I also (thankfully) do not own anything to do with the original fanfiction titled 'Supper Smash Bros: Mishonh from God'. I do however own the main protagonist.
For Lack of a Better Name
Chapter 1: Lost in War
A soft wind blew over the area, feeling ice-cold despite the slight warmth in the air as a few broken pebbles skittered across the ground. Nothing moved aside trom those, however - everything around was totally demolished with little sign of life. A building that must've once been tall and sophisticated now lay in ruins, the many lawns and fields around it - having once been beatiful with wild flowers - now lay brown and dead. The building itself was barely standing anymore; the top few floors had caved in and had piled down one on top of the other, almost like a domino effect. Roof tiles littered the area around, mingling with the shards of glass and spllintered wood that once made up this building.
...Along with the bodies. There must've been about five of them, each one a different shape, a different species... a different world. On one side of the house, a small turtle-like creature lay next to an overturned car, the car itself having a clown face drawn upon it. Not three feet away, a small dog lay on his side with a duck sprawled out over the top of it, feathers scattered around them in a haphazard manner. On the other side of the building, an angel-like figure with black wings and a black tunic lay lifeless with a support beam from the building pinning him to the ground. Beside him, a small man in a doctor's outfit lay sprawled out under a mound of dust and rocks, his stethoscope snapped from around his neck and lying broken next to him.
The fifth body lay at the front of the house, away from the rubble and debris that surrounded and covered the other bodies. Dirty blonde hair covered his face, a long sleeveless red coat covering most of his body. He wore this coat over the top of a sleeveless black shirt and black pants, his feet adorned with armored red boots and his hands adorned with black gloves. A small amount of armor covered his body; a red chestplate with two black pauldrons covering his shoulders and torso, along with red armor around his thighs and waist. His eyes were closed as he lay there atop small chunks of rubble, looking relatively unscathed compared to the other bodies.
As thunder rumbled in the distance and a flash of red lit up the sky, the armored body gave a groan and actually began to move. Turning his head slightly, he tried to shake away the grogginess from his vision as he attempted to stand... before groaning in pain and falling back to his stomach. Everything hirt - it felt like his whole body was soaking in a bath of corosive acid, the feeling burning into his skin and even his very heart. His head pounded with agony as he tried to stand once again, his eyes blearily opening up to look around him. As he began to gain focus, he blinked his green eyes and reached a hand to vaguely push the strands of blonde hair from his face.
"...What...? Where... am I?"
His head throbbed dully as he held it, making a second attempt at standing. Managing to get to his knees, his armor scraped along pieces of rubble and he looked down o see what he had been lying on. As he did, he noticed the pendant around his neck swaying slightly with his movements. What seemed to be golden shield-like design rested at the end of a small chain, a ruby encrusted into it and held in place by an off-centered golden cross. As he looked at it, the pendant reflected green eyes set into a confused face back at him, the ruby turning the eyes a strange shade of brown.
The young man finally managed to get to his feet, taking in a deep breath. The smell of dust and burning met his nose, causing him to cough it back out almost instantly as he turned around. Once he'd finished his coughing fit, his eyes fell on the destroyed building behind him and his eyes doubled in size.
"What in the world...?!" The young man took a step forward, looking around at the destroyed building now in front of him. His darting eyes soon fell on the bodies scattered around the area. Gritting his teeth and biting back a yell, he made his way over to the closest one - the doctor - and began to shake him, "H-hey! Hey, wake up!"
Nothing. The medic lay there on the floor, his body cold and lifeless. As the young man reached down for the doctor once more, he rolled him onto his back and placed a hand on his chest. To his amazement, there was a heartbeat from him... and again... and one more. They were slow and faint, but at least his heart was beating. Biting his lip, the young man wondered whether he should attempt some form of recussitation on the doctor as his eyes lifted up to look at the angel a few feet away.
Something struck him then and he stared from one body back to the other. Both the doctor and the dark angel were different, but seemed to also be similar in one sense - they were both monochrome in color. Nothing but white, black and varying shades of gray made up the tones of their skin and clothing. As the young man tried to comprehend this, a click from behind him caught his attention. He had barely registered the noise before he felt cold, sharp steel against his neck.
"Don't move."
A cold chill shot down the youth's spine as his hands rose in defense, trying to glance behind him. He couldn't see who was there, but he thought he caught the glimpse of the handle of a gun to his right. The blade slowly edged up against his neck, tilting his head up slightly, "On your feet."
"H-hey, hold on..." The young man steadily rose to his feet, his hands still raised up. Judging by the fact that the blade was now tilting up into his neck, he gathered that his attacker was slightly shorter than him if only by a few inches, "I-I'm not here to... I mean... there's dead bodies here. I don't know where I am."
"Likely story," The voice growled, another click sounding behind him and making the young man flinch, "You were trying to get the last of their life energy, weren't you?"
Life energy? What was that? The young man had no idea what he was talking about and bit his lip, "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about - honest! I just woke up here and-"
"Drop the act! You're the same as her, aren't you?"
"The same as who? I don't know what..." The man fought back the urge to be sick as he took a deep breath of the musty air, "...Please, sir. I really don't have any idea what you're talking about. I wanted to help revive him to see if he could tell me where I was, but..."
There was silence between the two, the pair of them standing stock still as more thunder rumbled in the background and the dark sky flashed with another red glow. After what seemed like an eternity, the person behind him lowered the blade and he heard the sound of a weapon being holstered. Giving a slight sigh of relief, the young man lowered his arms and turned to face the person who had held him captive for about a minute.
What greeted him was an odd sight. The person was like a humanoid wolf; gray and white fur, a wolf's tail and sharp claws... yet he stood on two legs like a human. He was clad in black pants, silver boots and a dark gray jacket, a large gun with a blade attached to the end tucked into a holster at his waist. The man tried to comprehend the new figure as the new arrival flipped open some form of communication device, speaking into it quickly.
"O'Donnell here. We got ourselves a live one - this is not a joke."
"...Define 'alive', Wolf."
The humanoid wolf made a face, adjusting the scouter on his face as he gave a grunt of annoyance, "Snake, he's standng right in front of me. He's in full glorious color just like us and he's living and breathing. I almost drew blood from the moron, what more proof do you need?"
There was silence from the other end of the communicator as the two stared at each other for a long time. After a moment, static blared from the small device as the man Wolf was talking to - known as 'Snake' - spoke up once more, his voice hesitant.
"...Copy that. Anyone we know?"
"Nope. Totally new guy - wears red armor, has long blonde hair, green eyes and a red 'n' gold pendant. Ask about if anyone knows him."
"A name would be nice, Wolf."
Wolf shrugged, looking at the armored man who was still looking around, "...Hey buddy? It's nice to enjoy the scenery and all, but we don't exactly have all day and this ain't paradise. You got yourself a name?"
"Huh?" The young man turned back to Wolf, a bit startled at his comment, "...A name?"
"Yeah, yours. What is it?"
"My name's... uh..."
...What WAS his name? the young man placed a hand to his head, shaking it slightly as he tried to remember. No matter how hard he tried to remember anything, he couldn't even bring up a word that sounded remotely like his name. He tried to think of where he had come from to see if that could give him a clue, however his mind drew a blank on that one as well. After a moment of silence, he gave a sigh and looked away from Wolf.
"...I don't know. I don't... I don't think I have one."
Wolf stared at him for a moment, lowering the communicator from his mouth, "...Come again?"
"I don't... I don't know what my name is. I don't even know who I am, where I am... or even where I came from. Everything right now's just... drawing up a blank," The armored man turned back to face Wolf with a shake of his head, his green eyes downcast to the floor, "...I'm sorry."
"...Problem..." Wolf grunted, shaking his head slightly. Lifting the communicator to his mouth again, he paused before talking into it, "...Snake, the damned kid's got amnesia. He doesn't even remember his name."
"Great, just our luck... alright, copy - bring him back to headquarters."
"On it. Over and out." Wolf flipped the communicator shut and pocketed it, turning on his heel and waving to the young man behind him, "Follow me and keep up."
"But..." The young man looked down at the bodies around the area, "These guys... shouldn't we...?"
"We'll send a recovery team for them tomorrow. What's important is that we get you back to headquarters immediately. Now step on it - it looks like a storm's on its way and I don't want to be out when fire starts raining from the sky. Again."
'That doesn't sound good...' the young man made a face, quickly making a decision and hurrying after the humanoid wolf. With no memory of who he was, where he came from and with no idea of where he was right now...
...what other choice did he have?
The village was a mess of rubble and odd bits and pieces, downed street lights proved as metal blockades for them to climb over and small cracks and crevases in the ground made them constantly slip and slide along the pavement. Wolf took the lead as the nameless man followed, his eyes constantly darting from left to right to view the surroundings. Houses were crushed beyond recognition and vehicles were flipped over like toys in a giant playground. The sky above them was a constant shade of blood red, fading into bllack the further the man craned his neck back. It was like this all around - North, East, South or West... it was as if there was no sun what-so-ever.
"We take a left here."
The direction from Wolf made the man's concentration snap back onto him, rubbing his blonde hair from his face again as he clambered over another downed light pole. The humanoid canine had been rather quiet throughout their trek and the young man presumed there was more to this than he was letting on.
"You're... Wolf, right?"
The canine turned his head slightly, his scouter flashing in the red glow of the sky as he gave a slight nod, "...What of it?"
"I was just wondering... where are we?" The human turned his head to view the area around him, "This place looks like a bomb went off. Is that what happened?"
"Tch, I wish..." Wolf shook his head, vaulting over another downed power line, "But this is Smashville... or it used to be. Now it's just the physical reincarnation of Hell itself."
"What... happened? What could be worse than a bomb?"
"We're here."
The young man looked in front of Wolf, eyeing the door he was standing in front of. The building itself seemed to be little more than some kind of conference hall of sorts, a long corridor that they were standing in front of leading into the main building. The building itself was a bit smaller than the one the man had woken up in front of and even more ruined - the ceiling had caved in and it looked like the whole front end of the building had collapsed inward. Wolf reached up and took a hold of the door handle, opening it into total darkness as he went in.
"Get in and close the door behind you."
The man nodded slowly, stepping over the threshold and shutting the wooden door behind him with a click. Once he was sure it was locked, Wolf reached up for something next to the door and flicked it. A single bare bulb lit up the tiny corridor, revealing a hole in the floor with a makeshift set of stairs leading down into the depths beneath. Wolf gestured with his hand to follow as he began to descend down the stairs, the young man following him carefully down the narrow winding staircase. Upon reaching the bottom, Wolf turned to a solid steel door that seemed out of place in the stained brickwork. With a flurry of his left claw, he rapped on the door a few times.
"Password?"
"Super Scope."
There was a brief pause soon followed by the sound of a lock clicking open. The door opened a little to reveal a man's face, covered in stubble and looking very suspicious. His eyes darted from Wolf's irritated face to the young man's confused one and back to Wolf's again.
"This him?"
"Yeah. You can let us in any time today, Snake."
The man behind the door nodded, moving back and opening it wider to allow them passage. He himself was dressed in what appeared to be army combat gear, a utility belt strapped to his waist with several weapons being visible to the still slightly bewildered man behind Wolf. Not needing the cue, Wolf made his way into the room and gestured for the newbie to follow him, which he did a little hesitantly.
"Welcome to Headquarters... also known as Smashville City Hall."
The room was rather large, several tables and chairs placed here and there for decoration and living purposes. A sofa was set against the far wall next to a tall bookshelf, the shelves of which were crammed full of many different books. A small kitchen was set off to one side, a basic fire-start stove with a few pots and pans here and there and some shelves with pre-prepared food like ramen noodles and packaged sausages. A few doors led off to different areas to either side, most likely for resting purposes and bathrooms.
A few people were sitting here and there at the tables, each one doing their own thing. Four young children took up the couch, the two in the middle dressed in similar looking parkas with the only difference being the male wearing blue and the female wearing pink. Next to the pink-clad girl, a small boy with blonde hair and a striped t-shirt was speaking quietly to her, his dark eyes locked onto her as they conversed. To the other side of the boy with the blue parka sat a blonde boy wearing a green tunic and brown boots, his hands dancing across a small wooded ocarina as he spoke gently to his friend. Judging by the way they acted, the young man could tell that the four of them were pretty close friends.
At a table nearby, a tall white cat-like creature sat on a chair cross-legged, his eyes closed as his long purple tail swished behind him. On the table itself, a small yellow mouse-like creature with large, black ears was curled up and fast asleep. As the young man watched, small bubbles and little 'z's actually floated out of the tiny creature and drifted a few inches above its head before they disappeared. On the chair opposite the cat-like creature, a young brown-haired boy with a red cap and jacket was busy running polish over three red-and-white orbs attached to his belt. Giving a sigh after a moment, his eyes fell on one in particular as he shook his head slowly. At his feet, two more odd creatures sat talking to each other quietly - what seemed to be a small, blue turtle on its hind legs and a bluish-green dinosaur-like monster with a plant on its back. Finally, a red-haired young man was leaning up against the side of the bookshelf, staring at a long sword in his hand as if inspecting it for blemishes or stains.
As Wolf walked into the room, he made note to bang his fist loudly on the table to attract the group's attention. The entire room instantly fell silent, all eyes falling on the humanoid wolf as the small yellow mouse yawned as it woke up. Wolf coughed to attract their attention and directed his hand towards the young man behind him.
"We've got company... and this time, I actually mean live company."
All eyes fell on the young man, his green eyes darting about as he took in the surprised gazes that fell on him. Looking a little uncomfortable, he raised a hand and waved lightly, "Uh... hey. Sorry, I don't really know what's going on here..."
"The kid's got amnesia," Wolf explained, leaning up against the table, "But what confuses me is how he's even here in the first place. From the looks of things, he wasn't affected by the draining shield around the mansion unlike the others."
A ripple of murmuring went around the room as the young man tried to avoid eye contact with everyone, feeling very uncomfortable as Wolf spoke up again, silencing the murmurs, "Meeting. Now."
As the group hurriedly put two tables together in the middle of the room, the large cat floated towards Wolf and folded his arms once more. After a moment of silence, Wolf simply nodded his head and the creature turned, floating to a side door and going through it. Once the tables had been put together, three chairs remained empty at the end of the table for the large cat, the newcomer and a third person that he obviously had yet to meet. After a gesture from Snake, the young man sat down on the wooden chair a little awkwardly as he could still feel gazes upon him. Wolf stood at the end of the table, his arms folded as he spoke firmly with an air of leadership about him.
"Alright, listen up. Thanks to the numerous portals opening up here and there, we've gained quite a number of people here from many different worlds. I'm not Master Hand so I can't give a dramatic speech, but right now... we're all that's left. Once we get the bossette back in here, we'll talk more. I'm just making sure that we all understand that this is a pretty good number."
"Agreed," Snake nodded, folding his arms as he rubbed his beard, "We've got a pretty versatile group. Although we lack in some places, we make up for it in other places."
"If only we could attack from the air..." The boy in the green tunic commented, shifting his weight to his other side. There was a brief pause as the boy with the red cap gave a sigh, placing the three orbs on the table as the two creatures at his feet looked down sadly, "Oh... sorry Red. That kind of just slipped out..."
"Yeah... I know..."
"We have a good range of both close and long-ranged attacks!" The girl in the pink parka gave a confident smile, her brown eyes shining as she turned to the boy in the striped t-shirt next to her, "If we get up close and somebody like Lucas here hits with his PSI attacks from long range... we might have a chance!"
"But..." The blonde now known as 'Lucas' stuttered a little as he drew his knees up to his chest, "...I-I'm not as good at fighting as... a-as the rest of you are..."
"You don't need to be 'good', you just need to give backup!" The boy in the green tunic gave a smile to the other blonde boy, "C'mon Lucas! I've only known you for a brief while but I know you're strong! Your PSI powers are great!"
"Yeah," 'Red' chimed in, a small smile on his face, "Do you remember when we fought Galleom back when Subspace first attacked? You saved my life."
"N-no... M-Meta Knight did..."
"No matter what way you look at it, the choice is clear," All eyes fell on the redheaded swordsman as he placed his hands palms-down on the table, "We can't do anything without a plan. The fact that we're well-balanced means nothing if we don't have any way of using it to our advantage. You could go into a war with a hundred troops, but if you have no co-ordinated plan you could lose them all to a few minor mercenaries."
"That's war for you," Snake commented, sharing a nod with the redhead, "No matter what world or era you're from, war is the same through and through."
"That's what this is, Snake. It's war."
"Uh..." All eyes fell on the un-named blonde, his hand rising slightly into the air, "I... I don't mean to interrupt, but..."
"Oh, right! We still haven't introduced ourselves!" The redhead laughed a little sheepishly, holding out his hand to the blonde, "I'm Roy, Lord of Pherae. The pleasure's all mine."
"Red," The boy with the cap tilted it slightly, nodding his head, "I'm the current Pokemon champion. These two with me are Squirtle and Ivysaur."
"Hello big red guy!" The small turtle jumped up onto the table, a squeaky female voice eminating from its tiny body, "Pleased to meet you!"
"A pleasure..." The plant-like creature bowed its head, the four leaves on its back waving slightly in a form of hello, "Please excuse me if we're not quite ourselves. We've... lost somebody very special to us..."
"Charzy..." Squirtle lowered her head, flopping onto the table as Red gave a sigh, "I miss him..."
"Link," The boy wearing the green tunic held out his hand, allowing him to shake it, "Although I'm the youngest out of the three of us, so I'm usually referred to as 'Young Link'. We haven't seen the other two since the incident though, so just call me Link for now."
"The... other two...?"
"Long story... anyway..." Link waved his hand towards the other three kids sitting at the end of the table, "Those two are Nana and Popo - they make up the Ice Climbers."
"We can introduce ourselves, Link..." the one named Popo gave a sigh as his sister giggled from next to him.
"And this is our friend Lucas!" Nana chimed happily, patting the other blonde boy and making him cringe, "He's really good with PSI powers!"
"'PSI'?"
"M-most people refer to them a-as psychic abilities..." Lucas mumbled, looking away shyly, "I-I'm really not that good... Ness and Mewtwo are far better..."
"Ness? Mewtwo?"
"Mewtwo was the Pokemon who floated away to get the boss a moment ago. Ness is Lucas' friend who was captured when this whole incident started," Snake said, holding out his own hand, "David, although I'd prefer you call me by my codename, Solid Snake. Snake is just fine though."
"Snake..." The no-named man nodded, shaking his hand and looking around, "So I've got most of you now... and I already know Wolf over there."
"Trust me, I'm a pretty hard guy to forget," Wolf smirked as he removed the scouter from his eye, "The little rat on the table is Pichu, by the way."
"I'm not a rat!" The little yellow mouse shot back, tears welling up in her eyes, "I-I'm a Smasher too, you know!"
"A 'Smasher'? What's a Smasher?"
"It stands for-"
"It means you're a member of the Super Smash Brothers group."
The sudden feminine voice took them off-guard, making them all turn to one of the doors. A young woman stood in the doorway, her long white hair faded with streaks of dirt and grime that must've been built over some time. Her lavender eyes were dull as she stared at the group, her pale skin marked with even paler scars and dark blemishes. The long white dress that she wore had become gray with grime and the single white glove on her left hand twitched idly as she walked towards them slowly. Her bare feet made little to no noise as they hit the cold stone floor, dark bags visible under her bloodshot eyes as she stared at the nameless warrior. Behind her, Mewtwo floated back into the room and quietly took his seat on one of the spare chairs that had been left out for him. The woman stood for a moment, simply staring at him before looking at the table and falling heavily into one of the chairs.
"...Someone grab me a drink, please..."
Roy got to his feet, bowing quickly and hurrying over to the stove to where Snake had been boiling some water earlier. As the Pheraen lord clumsily put a few tea bags in mugs, the woman turned back to the nameless man with a quirked eyebrow.
"Who are you? Forgive me if I don't trust you."
"I..." The man paused, thinking of what to say. From how everybody was looking and what they had said, this woman was their 'leader' of sorts... but she looked incredibly frail and sick, the bloodshot eyes and bags under them indicating that she hadn't slept for days. Her eyes showed that they may have once sparkled with a dazzling light, but now they simply remained like purple rocks, cracked by lines of red lava. Feeling very uneasy, he looked at the table and gave a sigh.
"...I'm sorry, I can't answer that. It's not because I don't want to either," He quickly added, seeing her face darken, "...I say that because I... I honestly don't remember it. I don't know who I am, where I am or... or even where I came from. I'm really sorry and I wish I could be of more help to you, miss..."
"Crazy."
"I-I know it sounds it, but-"
"My name," She interrupted, holding out her right hand. Blinking a little, he nodded and took the offered hand, feeling the bone literally right under her skin from how frail she was.
"...I wish I could be of more help to you, Miss... 'Crazy'... but I really have no clue as to what's going on..." Looking around at the group, the blonde sighed and rubbed his temples with his gloved hands, "I'd be happy if somebody were to fill me in - I feel a little guilty not knowing what's going on."
"I... suppose I can." The white-haired woman nodded, sitting back in her chair as Roy placed the mug of tea in front of her. Taking a long deep swig of the liquid, she gave a content hum and placed it back down on the table before clearing her throat.
"...This world is the world of Nintendo. It's a world... between worlds, as per say. Every now and again, new worlds will be created from this place and they will run their course as seperate worlds... however all link back to here. I guess you could call it... the mother of those worlds. Every so often, portals from those worlds will open to here and people would pass through from different realms. It was a pretty open place; calm, relaxing, friendly and full of life. My brother - Master Hand - and I were tasked with creating a tournament to honor the heroes of these worlds. We decided to name it simply as the 'Super Smash Brothers' tournament and it was a great hit with both the heroes and the civillians alike. Heroes could come to test their might and the civillians would bet on who would be victorious in these matches and just... see their favorite heroes duke it out. Of course, we made sure it wasn't dangerous in any way - we made failsafes, we made rules... no deaths ever occured in Super Smash Brothers.
"In time, we got more and more requests to hold a second tournament. I was eager to help my brother set it up and we both chose participants from realms all over the Nintendo universe. The people began to give the heroes in these tournaments the collective name of 'Smashers', which... well, it kind of stuck."
"The second tournament was known as 'Super Smash Brothers Melee'," Roy spoke up, attracting the blonde's attention, "That's where most of us all met. Popo, Nana, Young Link, Mewtwo, Pichu and myself were all invited to Melee and we made some great friends from worlds that we didn't even know existed. Not only is Smash Brothers a tournament to test your might, but it's also a great meeting place to make new friends."
"Yes," Crazy concurred with Roy's comment, wiping her eyes in a vain attempt at removing the bags from under them, "Melee was what really hit it off. We even took the liberty of inviting a few villains along, although only two or three. We didn't want to give them an excuse to start trouble."
"That makes sense," The nameless man nodded his head, staring at Crazy in wonder, "But... what does all this have to do with now?"
"I'm getting there. The next tournament was known as 'Super Smash Brothers Brawl'. Snake, Wolf, Red and Lucas came into the newly built Smash Brothers mansion... but we also got some unwanted guests who took the gathering and the open portals to wreak havoc upon our world."
"What happened?"
"Subspace," Snake spoke, drinking his own tea and making a face, "...Subspace came and turned this world on its head. Some guy named Tabuu wanted all of the power that these different worlds brought together, so he tried to use the villains' own power-hungry greediness to his own effect and turned us into trophies."
"Trophies?"
"Yes, trophies..." Crazy responded, nodding her head slightly, "Of course, the Smashers saved myself and my brother and the world was restored back to normal... however the tournament had to be delayed due to this. Nontheless, Brawl did start and the whole tournament proceeded without hitch. Meta Knight was crowned the champion and everyone was winding down in preperation for returning to their own worlds... but..."
"But..." The man felt a sense of dread fill the room, the blood running cold in his veins as a chill ran down his spine, "...but what?"
"...'She' showed up."
"...'She'?" The man blinked, looking at the other Smashers. Snake's face had gone unusually pale and Lucas was clutching onto Nana's arm. Wolf had his eyes closed and had his head in his claws whilst Popo kneaded his hands together, "She who?"
"...Her name was... Sara," Crazy spoke slowly, as if the name itself caused her pain. After a moment of taking a deep breath, the words spilled out of her mouth as if she were in a hurry to get them out.
"W-we don't know where she came from. She said that she came from the 'real world', but all worlds are seperate so we had no idea what she meant. We simply refer to it now as 'The Otherworld'. Her and her brother had some mysterious power that made everybody act extremely weird - slurred speech like hers so nobody could understand each other, people going off only to act completely the opposite to the way they should. All the while this was going on, she kept yelling about the 'powers of God' or something and her abilities... oh..."
"...She somehow had the power to use a 'Final Smash' without the use of a Smash Ball..." Popo said quietly, his eyes avoiding contact with the nameless man, "...A Smash Ball is required for one of us Smashers to pull off an ultimate move of sorts... but she..."
"She didn't need one?"
"Not only that, but she kept calling us 'Lubruls' and 'Conservitives'... whatever they are," Red added gently, his hand pausing from stroking Ivysaur's back, "...And we just went along with it. Not out of choice, but... it was like we'd all been brainwashed. Even though we had no idea what she was saying or where we were going... we just followed her. It was like some... unseen power, like some seriously strong Psychic Pokemon's Hypnosis."
'From what you tell me, it could not have been a Pokemon's attack,' Mewtwo's voice rang through the room, calm yet firm in tone, 'But I cannot see it for myself since I was not in the Brawl tournament. Hypnosis from a Pokemon however, even with such psychic abilities as mine, can only affect a few beings at a time. To manipulate the entirity of the Smash Mansion, including Master Hand and Crazy Hand... that is power beyond even Arceus himself.'
"...So what happened with this... 'Sara'?" The nameless man bit his lip, now realising how serious the situation was. This girl had demonic powers so strong that she could possess an entire mansion of people? Who was she and who was this 'God' that she spoke of?
"Eventually... my brother managed to break free of the mind control and banished her back to the Otherworld. We thought that would be the last of her - everybody began to return to normal and, although shaken... we began to settle back to normal. Those Smashers that weren't in the Brawl tournament came to visit to see some old friends to help comfort them after Sara's... 'escapades' and we were awaiting the new tournament to be held. The newcomers were showing up and everything started going smoothly again... u-until... u-un... til..." To his surprise in front of everyone, the white-haired woman broke down into a fit of sobs as her head rested on the table. Both Roy and Link made their way around quickly to comfort the woman as Snake spoke quietly to the taken aback blonde.
"...We'd been so busy getting rid of Sara... that we'd forgotten all about her brother, Josh. Somehow, he remained in this world and opened a new portal to let Sara back into the world. He disguised himself as one of the newcomers and brought her through before closing the portal and fleeing. As to where he is now, nobody knows... but..."
"So Sara came back even after Master Hand banished her?"
"It wasn't pretty..." Nana held Lucas tightly, the younger blonde looking as if he were going to cry too, "...S-she didn't try to brainwash us all this time... i-instead, she... she destroyed the mansion a-and performed some weird spell on most of the veteran fighters..."
"A weird... spell?"
"Yeah..." Popo continued, shaking his head, "It... it was like some kind of draining barrier... thing. Everyone began to lose their color and just became... th-they lost all of their color and just... th-they just dropped down in front of us! I-it was as if they were dead!"
'Colorless...?' Thinking back, the man recalled how the doctor he had tried to awaken was nothing but shades of gray. Biting his lip, he rubbed the sudden itchy feeling in his eyes, "...They're not dead, but..."
"It's as if their very life force has been removed," Wolf spoke sollemnly, his eyes downcast, "One of the Smashers who went up there to try to help them was the doc. Y'know, the one you were shaking when I found you?"
"He was... one of you?"
"He was a doctor, he thought he could help..." Snake sighed, shaking his head, "But... the energy got him too and he collapsed along with a few other newcomers up there. The angel, the dog and duck and the small turtle in the car... they must've been late arrivals to the mansion..."
"That's not the worst part, though..." Red muttered, looking to the side, "All of the newcomers who weren't in previous tournaments... all of the new ones who had come through in preperation for this tournament... she did something to them. The next thing we knew, they went flying through the town demolishing it. We barely escaped and hid in here, stuck down here for several hours... by the time we left the basement and came back out..."
The statement hung in the air as a sollemn silence took over, broken by the occasional sob from Crazy Hand and the gentle whispers of comfort from Link and Roy. The blonde-haired man lowered his head slightly, staring at the table as he tried to process this information. He'd woken up into a world where a group of heroes known as the 'Smashers' were under attack from a girl with beyond God-like powers... someone who could hypnotize people and make them do her bidding to... whatever crazy extent that may be. Now he was stuck with a bunch of different people and creatures that were out to save their friends from the tournament.
This was... beyond messed up.
'I am interested in you, though.'
All eyes that didn't have tears in them fell on Mewtwo, his purple eyes locking onto the green ones of the nameless man. Feeling a little uncomfortable under the Pokemon's gaze, the man shifted and looked away slightly as the creature spoke.
'You say that you do not know of this world, where you came from or even your own name. I do believe you on that, however... your genetic structure and mind pattern... although I have only seen her once, they are similar to Sara's in many a way.'
"What?" The man looked aghast as all eyes fell on him, "I... wh-whoah-wait! I... I don't even know this girl!"
'I do not mean that you have the same mindset as her, I simply said that it's a similar pattern in your mind of brainwaves,' Mewtwo held up a paw, his eyes glinting sharply as he gazed at the blonde, 'It's unique within every world for I have tested it on the Smashers individually... this only leads me to believe that you, sir... are from the Otherworld, much like that beast Sara is. No matter how much of an angel she looks or claims to be, she is anything but.'
"I thought I sensed it!" Wolf snapped his fingers, pointing at the blonde and making him jump, "You've got a similar scent to you. Probably why my fur stood on end and I acted so hostile towards you."
"You're an Otherworlder?" Roy seemed genuinely shocked as Crazy's head rose to look at the blonde along with him, "I never... even realised it..."
"W-wait, hold on!" The man stood up, waving his hands firmly in front of him, "I-I... I-I have nothing to do with this girl! I have no memories of my home world! I... I'm..."
"Calm down," Snake sighed, reaching up and shoving him back into the chair with a huff, "Nobody's gonna kill you or anything. Just take it as we're shocked, that's all."
"But then... why did you lose your memory coming through?" Lucas asked timidly, pointing lightly at the older blonde as his green eyes fell on the boy, "...Why did Master Hand summon an Otherworlder after what Sara and Josh put us all through...?"
"He... he didn't..." All eyes fell on Crazy who had finally stopped crying, wiping her eyes with her dirty sleeve to stare at him, "...We vowed never to get anybody from the Otherworld ever since that incident... so how you came through... I don't..."
"Whatever means he came through, it means a portal to the Otherworld is still open somewhere in Smashville," Wolf responded with a firm growl, his claws digging into the table and drawing grooves along the wood, "Crazy, we have to go and find it."
"Not now!" Pichu whined, looking up at the tall humanoid wolf, "It's really late and I'm sleepy!"
"You want another one of them to come through?!"
"Wolf, enough," Red spoke firmly to the canine, making him huff as the Trainer turned to face the newcomer, "You must be tired. The guy's rooms are on the left door out and my room's at the end of the hall - I'll sleep here tonight."
"Red..." The blonde felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as he felt his lips curl into the first smile since he had awoken, "That's really kind of you. Thank you."
"Don't mention it... although I feel kind of awkward not knowing your name. Is there anything that makes you remember your name? Like... a color? A scent? A jewel or something?"
The man paused as he walked to the door, closing his eyes and thinking as hard as he could. After almost a minute of just thinking, he slowly shook his head and looked back towards Red with a sad frown, "...Sorry. I really can't tell you. Every time I try to think of one, all I can just think of is... I am... me. That's all I know."
"I... suppose that's true... you can only be 'you'..." Red nodded his head, looking to the side as Squirtle and Ivysaur made their way to his side, "...Ivysaur will show you where the room is. I hope you rest easy."
"Thanks. As to you all as we-"
"I GOT IT!" The sudden shout made everyone jump a foot in the air, all eyes swivelling to one spot as Roy leapt up and pointed a finger at the blonde, making him stumble, "That's the answer I'm looking for!"
"Roy, what are you goin' on about?" Link asked the older boy incredulously, rubbing his pointed ears in annoyance, "and can you please not shout in such a small area?"
"Sorry, it's just... I think I got an answer!" Roy gave a wide smile as he hurried around the table. Blue eyes met green as he gave a firm grin, "You said you can only be you, right?"
"...Right."
"Or RATHER... you said that you can only be 'me'?"
"I... did..." The blonde twitched a little uncomfortably, his eyes darting to Red before looking back at Roy's excited face, "...What of it?"
"Your name! You can only be 'me'!" Roy gave a firm smile as he patted his shoulder, "So from now on... I think we should just call you 'Mii'!"
"...Mii?"
"Yeah! It beats not calling you anything, right?" Roy gave a wide smile as he turned to face the rest of the group, "Whaddya think?"
"Roy, you may be a great lord and a tactical genius..." Snake muttered as he put his head in his hands, "...but that is the stupidest idea I've heard since this crap started."
"I kind of like it!" Nana chimed, a smile on her face, "...'Mii'... it's got... it's got a nice ring to it!"
"I agree," Link nodded firmly, gaining a confirming nod of agreement from Popo and Lucas, "It beats not calling you anything, right Mii?"
"Mii..." Crazy whispered the name softly, her eyes lingering on him. For a brief moment, the man thought he saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes and for probably the first time in a long time...
...she smiled.
"...I like it. Welcome to the Smashers... Mii."
Okay, so I better explain some things. Firstly, I know I mentioned to some people that I was going to do an MST of 'Mishonh from God', but there are too many of those going around already. As an author myself, I feel offended that something like that could even be here in the Smash Brothers section and so I did want to do SOMETHING... but I didn't want to follow the 'trend'. My creative juices started flowing and, well... this is the result.
Although Sakurai literally put a 'self-insert mechanic' into the new game with the Mii Fighter, I decided to create a whole new persona for him. Rather than using myself as a self insert, I took the liberty of designing a whole new character and design. I mean, think about it - Miis are as versatile in creation as humans are in forms. As for his design, I kind of based it a little off of my own imagination along with some help from games that I've played. For example, the red and black design and the armor is a little bit of a nod to the original sprite design of the 'Fighter' class from the original 'Final Fantasy' back on the NES. There will be more of these references coming up in the future with the Mii, so look out for them. As for what style of Mii Fighter 'Mii' actually is... heh, you'll just have to wait and see.
Don't get me wrong, by the way - I don't dislike MSTs... I just wanted to break the trend and do something different. Sure I wanted to rip that story a new one, but I wanted to do it in my own way. This story will have a few chapters with appearances from newcomers to the new Smash Brothers game and cameos (as villains) from 'Mishonh from God'... and maybe something else towards the end.
I'll try to update this at least once a week, so keep your eyes peeled!
+Regiinator+