A/N: This is my "first" (I wrote this before but it stunk, so I re-wrote the first part) attempt at a fan fic, and more info will be presented next if people are interested. Also the Smashers will come next if people ask for more chapters. Please be supportive and R&R.
It's been ten long years; I had no job, no money, and no friends. I didn't even understand why I still tried. That's when something amazing happened.
I was in one of my depressed moods, just lying in bed, reading through newspapers and watching the news in hopes of finding some place I could belong. Normally I would skim through stupid ads and then throw the newspaper to the side and just lie there in sorrow of myself. This time, I thought it was the same, skimming through, not seeing anything.
But then, just as I was about to give up, I noticed a plump man garbed in a red plumbers outfit, almost staring at me. I looked back at him, and then realized I had been having a staring contest with a picture for about 10 minutes now.
After embarrassedly getting myself back together, I looked at the words on the top, which simply stated, The Smashers are Back! I had never heard of such Smashers, so I went to find more. No more information was given, so I scurried to my computer.
On my computer, I hurriedly typed in the URL, . There I hesitated. Is there really going to be information on "The Smashers?" Plus, if I searched "Smashers", random results will pop up. I thought to myself. I decided it was worth a shot.
About 2,500,000 results. The first link I clicked on showed me another picture of the red plumber, this time surrounded a pink blob, a yellow rat, and a swordsman dressed in old-fashioned green clothes. I realized this motley crew could use another weirdo.
I clicked back and tried to find a way in. I was searching for a whole 4 hours, until I finally came across an address. The site was back from the 1990's, but I had no better chance, so I started to look for 3914 Smash Road.
There was no record of a Smash Road in the City Map, or in the Yellow Pages. I gave up; I knew dreams just weren't my sort of thing. As I started walking home, I passed the old sawmill. I've seen this building thousands of times, but I never really looked at it. I don't know why, but I seemed attracted to it this time.
As I crept towards the building, voices filled my head, and my feet picked up into a run. I was then sprinting at the building, unaware of what force was pulling me in. The closer I got, the louder the voices got. I was just starting to gain control over my body again when my feet threw me in the air, headed right for the fireplace.