Well, this fic has been in my head for a while. I actually want to thank my friend, niigoki, for encouraging me on going on with this idea, because she once said she'd rather see Robin kiss himself than make him marry Lucina (thank you for that image). And also because of Tune4Toons' fic "Battery Life", even though... Ah, never mind. Let's get this thing rolling and see where it gets.

This fic is also the greatest excuse I could find to use that S support pun. Yeah.

EDIT: Okay, I was supposed to put this a long time ago, but this story will contain spoilers for Fire Emblem: Awakening. I should have warned about this before and I'm really sorry for that.

The silvery lights of the cloudy morning started to invade the dark bedroom, slowly waking up the white haired tactician that slept soundly in his bed. That was not to say that he actually wanted to get up from his bed and he just merely tossed to the side, trying to regain his slumber. That wasn't a hard thing to do for him, as he was perfectly capable of sleeping even in the middle of the road of a sunny day with no problem whatsoever. From what he could especulate, it would be a couple of hours until breakfast would be served, so maybe he could sleep for maybe one more hour and then use the other hour to wake up and prepare properly for the day.

Or that was his plan, until he heard low moans of distress and the sound of ruffling sheets from the other side of the room. Oh, well.

He could go back to sleep, but his consciousness would feel heavy if he let his roomate like that. Not to mention, it was hard to sleep with all the sound she was making. Taking a deep breath, he got up from his bed and rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep away. Time to wake up, Robin.

Robin walked towards the other bed in careful steps and making sure he wouldn't trip in a lost boot in the middle of the floor. Once he reached the bed, he sat down besides his sleeping roomate and gently put a hand on her shoulder and shook her awake.

"Hey, Robin," he whispered. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm..." she grunted with squinted eyes. "Ghnn... N-No..."

"Robin, you're having a nightmare," he continued. "Wake up!"

"AH!" the girl shot her eyes wide open and sat up in a jolt.

"It's okay, it's okay," he shushed her, trying to help her to back to breathing normally. "You were just dreaming."

"Ugh, Rob," she said pressing her hand on her forehand, brushing off the strands of white hair from her face. "Yeah, just a nightmare. Thanks for waking me up."

"Grima again?"

"Yeah."

Robin rubbed her eyes one, two, three times, but her mind eventually started working properly. How she hated waking up like this, especially because of a nightmare of something that she technically has never experienced in her life. Oh, the joys of being an exact clone of someone who had to go through hell and come back to tell the story. Robin could very well live her life just fine without retaining every single memory of the original Robin that resided in Ylisse and suffering unnecessary PTSD in consequence.

At least, she had her roomate and counterpart to wake her up every time. Especially from this particular dream.

Both her and the other Robin (who she called Rob just to diferentiate them) were newcomers to the Super Smash Bros fighting tournament, a rather curious event that happened every year in a place simply called Smash World, a realm created by a giant, disembodied floating hand, fittingly called Master Hand. This fighting tournament consisted of the most variated heroes, villains and warriors from the most diferent corners of the universe gathering together in the most dynamic arenas created to basically just beat the lights out of each other until there was only one champion.

Except actually getting the original heroes, villains and warriors and taking them out of their respective realities wasn't exactly a sensible thing to do. Something about keeping the balance of said worlds and how it would mess around with the natural order of them, Robin couldn't remember the exact details of what Master Hand had said to both her and Rob when came to be. So, in order to fix this, the hand decided to create an avatar for each fighter, a clone that could live in this particular world and participate in the fighting tournament that would retain the same memories, personalities and (sometimes a little tweaked) skills of their original counterparts.

And while Robin could understand the reason why their master gave them their personalities and memories, after all, who would find it interesting to see souless clones duking it out at each other without any motivation or purpose, Robin still found it counterproductive to make them carry on the extremely negative memories as well. Like the one where she almost lost her mind and body to a powerful god dragon of darkness and just basically almost screwed up her entire relationship with her comarades and friends and the whole world.

Especially that one.

Also, all the wars and bloodshed. She could also live without those memories as well.

She didn't care if that built character. Nothing could justify the horrible nightmares she and Rob kept getting almost every night because of the original Robins' past. But here they were, two versions of the same person, sharing the same trauma and the same hotel room. Having someone this close made her feel a lot better about her whole existence, if she was to be honest.

Robin was tired of those nightmares, but she could deal with them as long as Rob was there to wake her up.

Rob, who was already more awake than Robin, had already locked himself in the bathroom in order to change his clothes. Since the two were basically Robin, Master Hand thought that it really wouldn't matter if the two shared the same room, so the two were stuck in a routine of using the bathroom as a private point for changing. Because, yes, they both were Robin, but that still didn't change the fact that he was a man and she was a woman, and changing clothes in front of each other was beyond uncomfortable for both.

Once he finished putting on his heavy purple coat and boots, Robin knocked on the door. "Hey, Robin," he called out. "You finished there? Can I come out?"

"Hold on a sec', I'm almost done," her voice was muffled by the thick wood that separated them.

"You need help there?" he joked.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious," she replied sarcastically. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay where you are."

Rob chuckled and decided to wash his face while he waited for her put her clothes on. Ever since the day Rob accidentally left the bathroom a little too early and saw Robin wearing nothing more than her tank top and her under clothes, leaving very little to one's imagination, he made sure to always ask if she was ready before leaving his changing spot.

It wasn't his fault, thought. How could he have imagined she took that long to change? If he took himself as a reference point, she shouldn't take more than ten minutes to change. And yet, there she was, seated on her bed, barely clothed, her very pale skin showing, her long white hair still down and messy from all the twisting and tossing around during the night, while she moaned quietly.

Anyway.

For someone with little physical strength and stamina, Robin sure knew how throw a punch when she was mad. Good thing she wasn't carrying one of their tomes.

He looked at himself in the mirror, searching for any signs of tiredness still present. Thankfully, he seemed presentable for the day enough. He ran his index finger through his eyes, nose and then mouth absentmindely, taking in every feature of his face and then unconcsciously comparing to Robin's. Why he did that almost every morning, he really couldn't know, but he never paid that much attention to it.

"Okay, I'm done," Robin said, knocking on the door. "Open up, Rob. I need to brush my teeth."

Took her long enough. Rob opened the door and allowed her to enter, stepping aside so she would have the sink to herself. By the looks of things, she only seemed awake, because by the way her toothbrush missed her mouth at least three times, and how she didn't seem to bother opening her eyes, Robin was still half-asleep. He knew exactly what to say to wake her up, though. "Oh, yeah, Robin," he said, making her lazily turn her head to him. "Don't forget Master Hand said he wanted us to meet at his office later."

"Aw, crap," she groaned and then spit the toothpaste on the sink. "Completely forgot about that! Way to start the day, uh?"

"At least, we don't have matches today."

"That doesn't make me feel better. I'm sure nothing good can come from this meeting with him."

The two had been living in the Smash Hotel for only two months and got to talk to their master only twice, so the only reference of Master Hand's personality and quirks were from the veteran Smashers that were more familiar with him. And one of these "quirks" was that, unless some major rules were broken, Master Hand would never go out of his way to speak to a Smasher in particular. It was always the Smasher who had to go after him if they were having a problem.

Rob had no idea what they could have done that would cause trouble to themselves or others. They haven't broken any rules, as far as he could tell. The tournament hasn't even started properly for them to break any rules, they have only been attending obligatory unofficial matches to sharpen their skills.

Maybe he wanted to tell them good news. Maybe he wanted to announce he had decided to bring in Chrom to the live with them, instead of making him appear as only a projection for their Final Smash. Maybe he decided to give separate rooms for them.

Scratch that one. Rob didn't want that to happen. He liked sharing rooms with Robin, despite the minor inconviniences.

Neither him or Robin were looking forward to their talk to Master Hand, but their curiosity also made them wish the time of their encounter arrived soon. "Well, it can't be that bad," Robin said, trying her best to remain optmistic.

"I hope so."

"Come on," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go grab breakfast, before we're too late."

"Too late? We woke up early this time."

"You really wanna risk getting behind DeDeDe, Kirby or Yoshi in the line?"

"You have a point. Let's go."

This chapter is relatively short compared to my usual ones, but I just wanted to have this as an introduction and nothing else. Also, I think this is my first fic where I decide to not use the Smash mansion as the Smashers' residency and that still feels very surreal for me. Seriously, who came up with the mansion idea and how did it stick so well with this fandom?