Me: Welcome, Readers! This is my first fanfic, and I hope you enjoy reading them!

Butler: Young Master, your supper is waiting. Today, we hav-

Me: Yes, I know, Edmund. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a fanfiction to type. Plus, tell Father that I'm still typing.

Butler: Of course, Young Master.

Me: BTW, you are also my co-host. Be grateful for that.

Butler: Assured, Young Master. All's well assured…

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Super Smash Bros. Brawl or any Nintendo, Sega, or whatever comes up in my fanfictions (Other than OC's, of course…).

The Average, Wondrous Life of Loners, Losers, and Geniuses

Chapter One: Wake Up In The Morning Feeling Like Jigg Jiggs…

Ganondorf's (VIII) POV

I woke up with a smile plastered on my face. With eager energy, I scampered across my room to get prepared.

Yes! Today is going to be my first day at the Super Smash Bros. Tournament! I'm so excited! I thought restlessly, imagining all the battles that would ensue once i got there. However, that all stopped once I heard the dreaded knock upon my bedroom door.

"Ganondorf! What is the meaning of this?" the voice boomed, knocking louder and louder until it sounded as if my door would break down.

Oh ****... I forgot to check the mailbox!

"Open this door right know, or I will **** you up!" the voice screamed.

"Coming, dad," I groaned. Ughh! I'm so stupid! How could I forget?

I opened the door… and find my father's face peering back at me.

"Okay, before you start yelling at me," I stammer. "I-

"Ganondorf Dragmire VIII, you are a disgrace to our people! You are not fit to rule, much less enter the newest Smash Bros. tournament!" exclaimed my father.

"But dad," I shout. "That's not fair! You and Grandpa Ganon both got to try out for the tournament, so why can't I?"

"Because I said so! You can't go waltz in there and say, 'Hey, Whatzup', without people stabbing swords through your chest. It's a ****hole down there, trust me, I know," he retorts, snorting at the distant memories that clouded his thoughts.

"Don't remind me, your stories are gruesome. It's not my fault they made you the villain in other games, or you that you 'die' because of some tunic-wearing fairy boy who comes up in every, single game. Face it, you can't stop me from going!" I hollered. I hated arguing with my dad, but he can be such a butt sometimes.

"That's it then. Fine, pshhh, don't you come crying to me when you been beat to a pulp. The veterans there are ****ing annoying! Once you enter, you'll wish you were dead!" my father snapped back.

Wait a minute…

"So, you're letting me go?" I inquired.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can go," he sighed." But don't-"

"Whatever, dad, I know what you mean. See ya!" I laughed.

"Where are you going?" my father questioned.

"Well, you see," I confessed, "I sent in the registration form a couple weeks ago. They've already sent me a portable portal to get me there."

"How did you conduct this plan without me knowing?" he asked.

"Grandpa was into it. He caught me reading the manual for the P.P (portable portal), and decided it was best to keep this a secret from you." I admitted. "He's really good at keeping secrets."

"Tell me about it…" my father joked.

*Awkward silence induces*

"So, um, yeah. Bye," I uttered. To tell the truth, I was completely terrified. I had no idea what the place was, or how it was going to be like. I was afraid that people would dislike me, because of my father's reputation.

As I started to set up my portal, my father said something to me that I haven't heard in forever…

"Make me proud."

Pride. The thing that mattered most to my father. Every time I made an accomplishment, my father said, "Good job, son." I could tell he was happy, and it made me happy too.

I wish things were like that now...

I nodded back to him; words not even needed to express how I feel. Finally, the portal was ready, and I was just about to activate it, until my father said…

"Wait."

"Yes, father."

"I have a few rules and requirements you need to abide and fulfill."

"Okay, what are they?" I responded.

"First," my father starts," you have to make it to the top tiers. Don't let the ***hole critics mark you down from your rightful spot. Second, make a few friends. I know how awkward it might be for you, but it's better to have more allies than enemies. Third, contact me on everything you see or do. I want to know how you're doing, and to see if you're not being a ***** to any of the Hands or any other competitors. Lastly, I want-"

"Yeah, whatever, I know. 'You to stay safe.'," I interrupted. "Bye, dad, see you someday."

"Farwell, my son. You have inherited the Triforce of Power; use it wisely," my dad says, every hint of the words saying that he doesn't like this.

"Okay then, B-"

"Wait!" he cried.

"What is it now?" I implored. " This is getting annoying."

"If you," my father threatened, "lose the tournament, I swear I'll have your *** crushed and glued to your face! Furthermore-"

"Okay, dad, I get it. Love you too!" I said sarcastically. I activated the portal before he can say anything else. And before I felt my body disappearing, I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Then everything turned black.

Slowly, as if I'd fallen, my senses came back to me. My body clenched together as I felt my body coming back together.

Ouch! I screamed, but no noise is heard. Then, a surging light surrounded me, and I heared this booming voice…

"WELCOME TO THE SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL TOURNAMENT GROUNDS!"

My eyes jolted wide open, and I'm awed at the sight that lay before me. I turned towards the source of the loud noise, and I find that it came from…

A giant floating hand.

Quickly, I clambered off the ground and stare at the hand.

"Welcome, challenger. I am Master Hand, and I'm pleased to be an 'acquaintance' of some sort," he announced, extending his pinky finger in response.

"Hello," I stammered, shaking the gargantuan finger with both my hands. " I'm-uh-G-ganondorf Dragmire VIII. I've come here to participate in this year's tournament."

"I know," he replied." I've seen your registration form, and it is quite impressive. I'm eager to see how well you do and see if it is similar to your father's performance. Now, follow me to your room. You'll be put in Dorm 3 of the Northeast rooms, in the boys' section. All belongings that you have submitted for us to decorate your room are in place. Come on now, I don't bite; I can't."

"Okay, I guess," I said, questions buzzing throughout my mind. Oh! I'm so excited! What will lie in store for me next? I thought.

Slowly, we made ourselves towards the doors. They opened once we neared them, and inside, I saw what would be of my destiny.

Pure havoc and chaos.

Me: Thank you readers! I hope you've been enjoying my story so far and I usher you on to read on some more. Stay Classy! Ciao!