Well, I thought about it, and I thought that I would try my luck with a Smash Bros story, since I wanted to experiment my writing skills of Super Mario and Zelda, not to mention other series I know little of. Oh and I'm almost done with the second chapter of Where's Mario chapter 2, so that will be posted sometime this week.

The morning was quiet, except for the rustle of leafs against the wind. Without the quiet, Luigi would probably be up by now, even though it was 6 in the morning. He was known as the early bird in the Super Mario bros, so he could catch the worm, or was it the bagel?

Either way, worm or no worm, the younger twin was in the middle of dreaming. His dream was like every other dream he had: him being chased by ghosts. Even though he had rid the Boos and other variations of ghosts from the mirage of a mansion he had won in a scam, there were still plenty of them in other areas of the Mushroom Kingdom. As he was being chased, he would always become cornered by them, searching of a possible escape route, which was always futile. He never escaped.

But this dream ended differently. Just as he was about to enter the belly of the small, white beasts, the vision of horror suddenly vanished. It was replaced by a blur of black and white, with a fuzzy and eerie sound tuning into it. After a couple of seconds of "fuzz", soon a figure of a hand began to appear. It was big and white, sort of like the gloves Mario and Luigi wore.

As the fuzz disappeared, Luigi could fully see the hand in his mind. There was no background, only the color of black. AS the hand just floated there, Luigi just watched it mentally, wondering just what the heck was going on. Then, after a couple moments of silence, it spoke.

"Luigi…", said the giant hand.

Luigi didn't respond, mostly because he was shocked by two things. One, there was freaking humungous hand floating in mid-space, trying to talk to him. Two, how was it possible that a hand could even talk in the first place?

"Luigi."

Again, there was no noise from the stached plumber. By the way the hand was clenching, it looked like it was getting a little pissed.

"LUIGI! SAY SOMETHING!"

Ok, now the hand demanded an answer.

'Ok, I'd better say something back', thought the clumbsy Italian. "Um, who is this?", said Luigi, as if he was answering a phone call.

"Oh, good, you've responded. My name is Master Hand, and you have been formally invited to attend a 'smashing' good time at the Smash Mansion"

The hand looked as if it had relaxed, making Luigi not as scared at first.

"Um… Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I've forgotten to explain. The Smash Mansion is sort of like a hotel, housing fighters across the distant lands of Nintendo."

"Fighters? I have to fight?"

"Well, not if you don't want to. But trust me, you won't be injured. My brother, Crazy Hand."

Suddenly, another giant hand appeared out of the black background. It looked like the other one, but it was a little bit more twitchy.

"Hello.",said the other hand.

"My brother, has invented a safe system of fighting to where, if you get hit or slashed by someone, you won't feel any pain."

This really didn't change the plumber's mind.

"… I'm sorry, but this just isn't my thing. Maybe you could ask my brother, Ma-"

"Oh, I've already gotten permission from your older sibling."

Luigi was a tad surprised, but then remembered whenever he was invited to something, Mario was also invited as well.

"What? How?"

"Through a complex system of communication, I'll talk to someone via their dream, ask them for permission to join the fights, and if they say yes, their transported to my mansion, with all the belongings that they'll need, whether it be theirs, or someone else's."

"Look, I-"

"Look, I know you hide in your brother's shadow. I know you long to be in the spotlight, how you long for attention. With you being so clumsy and spazzy, you always mess up, putting your brother to the top every time."

Luigi was shocked. No one ever said that before to him. How did Master Hand know this is exactly how he felt?

"…"

"This could be your chance to finally get some recognition and appreciation for everything you've done to save that damsel in distress, Peach. In tournaments, you could place first, finally beating your brother at something. Just think, the fans, business openings, and money you could get from this chance. Not only that, you could-"

" I accept."

"Ok. After this is over, you'll be in room 7 with prince Marth, from the Fire Emblem series, Mr. Game and Watch, from some handheld games, and finally Mario."

Mario… The name echoed in Luigi's dream.

"Ok. I'm ready."

"EXCELLENT! Just let Crazy Hand set up the transporter."

The other hand flicked a switch, which was connected to what looked like to be a glass lamp. It turned a shade of light blue, with an occasional flicker of light appearing every now and then.

"It's ready…"

"Great! Are you ready Luigi?"

"I gue-"

It was too late to say something. By the time he could respond, the image of Master and Crazy Hand was gone. Not two seconds later, the image was replaced with a bedroom. It looked like a standard hotel room: there were two bunk-beds in the room, with a nightstand with a lamp next to them. Between them, there was a window, coated in green drapes. The wallpaper was of a light cocoa brown, and the door was on the opposite side of the beds.

Luigi finally realized that he wasn't asleep. The drapes on the window were stained by the light of the sun as it beat down on the room. He also saw Mario standing by the door, strapping on his gloves and after, fixing his hat. Mario… always confident as ever.

Mario looked around, going to straighten up his bed, and noticed Luigi rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

"Eh! Luigi! I see-a that you finally woke-a up!"

Gah. Stupid Italian accent.

"Yah. I'm just a little confused about that whole Master Hand thing."

"Oh! You spoke to him too?"

A simple nod of the head came from the underestimated plumber.

"Emhm, I was a little skeptical at-a first, then he started to promise me things…"

Luigi perked up.

"What?", said the nervous brother. He had thought Mario was onto him.

"Well, yeah. He kept trying to offer me things, even though I had wanted to do this in the first place, for the pure fun of competition. Although, a life-a time supply of Peach's famous cake is a very good-a motivation too."

Phew. Mario had just avoided the argument of a life time. He had always won his fights with other people, verbal or physical.

"Yeah, something like that did come up." Luigi started to rise and climb down the bed's ladder.

"So, want to go get some break-a fest? I hear that-a there's a break-a fest café down the hall, and they have some shroom omelettes!"

Even though there was a bit of tension in the room, Luigi's stomach did growl in unison. Food did sound like a good idea.

"Ok, just let me get dressed", said the younger brother.

Mario nodded with a good bye. As he left the room, the other plumber started to searched the dresser by the bed he slept in for his clothes. After he found them, he stripped himself of his clothes and began to put his clothes on.

Well, just as he was going to, Mario walked in as he was putting on his boxers, forgetting his wallet.

"I forgot-a my-", he said as he stopped dead in his tracks as Luigi turned around and froze.

Oh boy, thought Luigi, another freakin awkward moment.

Mario slowly crept towards the dresser, grabbed his wallet, and inched for the door. Just as he walked out the door, he put his head through the door and said "Mama should-a named you Lui-Weenie." He shut the door and left with a small giggle.

"DAMMIT!", yelled the green underdog as he put on his clothes.