Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of this. Whatsoever. If I did, Roy and Marth would speak English. But they don't. So yeah. Glad that's cleared up.
Super Smash Bros.: MELEE
Roy's story…
Chapter One: Awakening
The young flame-red haired lord opened his eyes groggily. His head was spinning and everything seemed foggy at first. Slowly but surely his head cleared and his vision focused, but what he was seeing was almost the last thing he expected. Blackness surrounded him, dotted by pinpoint lights; stars in a night sky.
Where… he began slowly, then stopped and shook his head. It still wasn't fully cleared.
Where am I? he managed at last.
'THERE WERE 12."
Roy shuddered and would have lost balance from the shock of the voice erupting in his mind, except here there was no up or down, let alone gravity to pull him.
Before he could try to ask what the voice meant, the voice continued.
'THERE WERE 12 HEROES. THEY WERE CHOSEN FOR THEIR STRENGTHS AND TALENTS.'
Images suddenly flashed past Roy's eyes; a blond haired man dressed in a green tunic and long hat, a sword in one hand and a shield strapped to the opposite arm. A robotic-seeming yellow and red person with a large gun attached to one arm. A comical, pudgy, red hat-, and shirt, -ted man in blue overalls with an 'M' on the cap and what could have been a taller and slightly skinnier twin in green with an 'L'. More, some less human; two pink balls and a large yellow mouse. Too many to keep track of, yet somehow each detail was catalogued into his mind.
'BECAUSE THEY WERE THE BEST IN THEIR WORLDS, I KNEW ONE WOULD HAVE THE STRENGTH TO RISE ABOVE THE REST AND DESTROY THE "MASTER HAND". '
Another image of a giant…glove? Roy would have shaken his head if he could but the voice had his attention again.
'BECAUSE I NEEDED THE BEST OF THE BEST I PIT THEM IN BATTLES BETWEEN ONE ANOTHER. I KNEW THE VICTORIOUS ONE WOULD RESTORE PEACE ONCE MORE.'
Images of a large gorilla with a tie, a small, green dinosaur creature, a humanoid fox and the green tunic and hat clad man charging at one another in some sort of arena flashed past.
'MASTER HAND WAS DEFEATED AND THESE WORLDS COULD REST, SAVE FOR THEIR OWN EVILS. BUT UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS MORE…' the hand appeared, along with another, twitching hand. 'MASTER HAND WAS RESSURECTED BY HIS BROTHER, CRAZY HAND. NOW THESE HEROES AND NEW ONES MUST BE CALLED UPON TO DEFEAT THEM. YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF ONE OF THE STRONGEST, SKILLFUL AND MOST CUNNING IN YOUR WORLD. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO STOP THIS EVIL, ALONG WITH OTHERS. I WISH YOU GOOD LUCK; MAY YOU BRING DOWN THESE DEMONS WHO PLAGUE US ALL.'
Roy felt a tug and then he was hurtling forward, into space. He caught glimpses of others, a blue bird, dressed like the fox and also humanoid. A huge turtle with spikes on his back and fire in his eyes. Still more once again, flashing by but each detail picked out and categorized. Suddenly, blinding white light enveloped him and time seemed to stop…and then Roy collapsed on a hard metal floor.
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Roy wasn't alone in the room.
That was the first realization he had. The second was that he recognized all of these people from a dreamlike memory; something that had come up in his sleep a long time ago but he knew had actually happened only hours ago at most.
With a groan he pushed himself up from his former position, sprawled out on the ground on his stomach. He heard the…others…doing likewise and looked around him. Some of the people were already up, and the rest weren't far behind him in getting there. A tall, muscular man in a blue jumpsuit and red helmet with some sort of bird on the front was one of those already standing. He saw the yellow mousy creature that he had taken note of and one next to it, very similar except for being smaller, more round and having bigger ears. The larger one was looking around with interest and almost familiarity. So was the warrior with the long, green hat, the short men with the overalls and mustaches, and 8 of the others besides. The rest were standing around uncertainly. Roy guessed that the first 12 were the ones that the Voice had mentioned to him before. He decided to study the other newcomers for a while.
Before he got a good look around, a tall, red haired and angry looking man approached him with some insignia on his hand, a triangle made up of 3 yellow, smaller triangles. The man's skin was sort of a green and brown mix, which made him look unhealthy. The fiery look in his eyes made Roy grab his sword hilt cautiously. The man got very close…towering over him…smiling menacingly…and…made some sort of sound that distinctly resembled a cow.
Roy gaped and almost dropped his sword. He had expected some attack from the look of the man's face. Another look showed that the angry look was just the way his face was shaped. The smile wasn't friendly by any means, but not supposed to be threatening.
More mooing sounds came out of him and Roy realized he was trying to communicate.
"Umm…Hello…?"
The tall man grunted some more and gave him a strange look before walking off. Roy sighed and wondered if he had been sucked into this…place…for someone's unusual entertainment instead of what the Voice told him. The only thing that made him believe was the recognition in the supposed original dozen "heroes'" eyes.
One of the others noticed him; the green clothed man; and he came up to Roy with a friendly smile.
"Hyah!"
Roy blinked in surprise but recovered enough to say, "I don't understand what you're saying…"
The other man gave him a knowing look and tapped his wrist. Roy looked at his and saw some sort of wristband with a button and some sort of display screen on it. He looked back at the man and saw that he was miming pressing the button and saying something is his strange speech.
Roy pressed the button and suddenly recognizable speech was coming out of the blond.
"…-ranslator. I didn't figure it out until near the end of the first day last time I was here, and they were different then. This time Zelda showed me. That's her over there," he pointed to a pale blonde woman who was, Roy noted, quite attractive. "The guy just talking to you is Ganondorf. Both of them are from my world. Zelda is a princess there and Ganondorf is an evil sorcerer. Here, though, all old alliances and rivalries are broken. That's what they told us last time anyway."
"I see…I think," Roy replied absentmindedly. He was studying all of the others in the room again.
Some of them don't even look real, he thought. Most are like something out of a book!
Briefly Roy glimpsed someone vaguely familiar. He was about the same height as himself, but with blue hair and a golden hair band. His clothing was also blue, mostly the same shade as his hair. The more Roy thought about it, the more familiar it was. Before he had too much chance to ponder on it a door he hadn't noticed before, on the far side of the room, slid open.
The man that walked in was tall and bald. He had on an all black suit, save for the white shirt underneath the jacket he wore. He was bulky, but Roy didn't think it was fat. His presence alone made it seem like he could keep even the rowdiest person in the room in line without straining one bit. Overall, the best word Roy could find to describe him was…imposing.
"Welcome!"
His voice was deep and seemed to resonate and reverberate around the room. In a much milder, but still a deep bass.
"Welcome to our newcomers and welcome back for our returning heroes." His smiling face swept around the room to include everyone. "As I'm sure all of you have learned, Master Hand and his alter ego are a threat again and once again, the best of the best must be chosen to defeat them. Since the threat is bigger, the search has been expanded across worlds and even time itself to find that best man…or woman," he smiled again, apologetically and directed toward the women this time. Roy was a little surprised when the man included the tall, robotic person – woman, Roy supposed – in the look. The large, red helmet swiveled around; the look she was giving everyone was obviously challenging, easy to tell even though the visor hid her eyes. Everyone's attention was back on the man in the doorway though.
"We also have another person we had to call specially and I'm sure you'll understand why in a second." He turned around and looked around the doorway. "Link?"
A second later…Link appeared. It wasn't technically the same Link that Roy had talked to earlier, who was now staring, aghast at his…copy. This was a much younger version, at least by a decade. But there was no denying it was the same person. Blond hair. A green tunic and hat. A similar shield and sword strapped to his back. Even the shape of his face and the long, pointed ears were the same. A large glass bottle was tied to the back of his belt and filled with what appeared to be milk of some sort.
"Since we decided to look through time itself we thought 'why not use the hero of time itself to his full potential,' and so we have a younger Link with us in the tournament."
Once murmurs of shock and confusion died down and the younger Link had taken his place, the man – who still had offered no name – began again
"Now I'll explain the guidelines, rules, clauses, etcetera etcetera," he stated. "First, two our 3…I mean, 4, swordsmen: slashing weapons will not decapitate or leave any mark of any kind. That goes for any weapons. Before each battle your equipment will be altered slightly to enhance each trait and alter your weapon of choice, be it fist, gun, sword or otherwise, so that it causes a percentile, body-wise harmless, damaging effect. This enables you to rack up damage on an opponent while causing at most minor injuries." The fellow glanced around the room quickly. "I know for some of you this is review but please listen anyways.
"To continue, the point of this fighting system is to eventually weaken an enemy to the point where they can be knocked out of the arena."
Several people started muttering and a few even gasped; Roy knew his eyes were slightly widened. Not hurting someone until you sent them plunging to their deaths? That didn't make any sense.
"Please, let me finish," the mystery man said. "As soon as they reach a certain distance they'll be projected back either into the arena or to the losers' box, depending on the fighting style – timed or stock, I'll explain that in a moment – and it will be only harmful to your pride." He smiled again reassuringly. All the smiling was starting to irk Roy, he knew the man was only trying to be friendly, but all he wanted was to be done with this…whatever it was, but the man wasn't quite finished. "Stock battles give you a preset amount of times you'll be projected back before you're sent to the losers' box."
He clapped his hands together. "Now, that's about it, any more questions or concerns will be answered in time, either on your own or by me. Through this door," he gestured with one hand behind him, "you will find sleeping, eating, sanitary and general living quarters. Everyone pick a room and settle in and by all means enjoy yourselves. And most of all…," he put on a devilish grin, "prepare to MELEE!"
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Roy collapsed on the bed. His mind was whirling at a thousand miles per hour. What was going on? Who were these people? Why was the blue haired man so familiar? And, most of all, where and what was this place? Outside the door had been a list of names, each with a button beside it. It was the same with each door, and when he had pressed the button next to his name, the door had turned blue with a silver and red fire insignia on it and the inside had been customized to fit his wants and needs.
Right now, he thought sleepily, I am going to sleep. Tomorrow I'll try to find out a bit more about these people.
And with that, he fell into a deep sleep.
This is my first fic so R&R with any details I miss, any grammar or spelling mistakes and any information you have about the game that I may need. Also add any changes to the general story I could make that would make it more enjoyable for you. All of your help will be greatly appreciated
-S&C44