THE REVISED VERSION OF NUMBAH X's RANDOM SSBM STORIES!

Notes: I don't own the characters, as you obviously know. Also, my most recently deleted story, "A Forum Fascination" will get its own website or something like that. Anyway, here go my story.

A dark sillouhette walked up to the Smasher Mansion's door and knocked on it three times. Samas Aran came to the door and looked at the dispositioned person.

"Oh, it's you." She said sourly

The person took his Oklahoma State (Go OSU!) cap off to reveal...me, of course.

"Hello!" I said, but she slammed the door on my face before I could tell her anything.I wiped off the small drop of blood from my nose as I tried knocking again. This time Pichu came to the door, he looked angry.

"Pi Pichu, Pi Pi! (Trans: Get out, you're not welcome here!)" He said something, but I can't understand Pichu-ese, or Pich-menian, or whatever else sounds like a form of speaking. Anyway, I just walked right in like the little squirrel that I'm not, Pichu tried to shock me, but he was right next to the copper doorknob, so when he tried, he shocked the copper, which had some magnetic effect on the shock, bringing the whole door down on poor Pichu.

"Wow, I'd hate to be in his paws, those attacks already give him like 5 damage!" I muttured as I walked into the living room. Captain Falcon walked in drinking some cheap cold ones, saw me and spit it all out. He started panicking, he ran to one side of the room and pressed a button on the wall. Red lights flashed all around, all of the Smashers ran down the stairs or used the elevator to get to the foyer.

"Who pressed the 'Author Alert' button?" Said Roy as he slid down the banister.

"I did!" Captain Falcon proclaimed, with Pabst Blue Ribbon(c) dripping down his face.

Roy looked at him with slight disgust, "Who is the author this time?" he asked.

Ness stopped dead in his tracks, "Is it SakuraStar?" he said with fear.

"No, it's not her, it's that one kid who tried writing his own SSBM stories but got it deleted because it was in script form!"

The Ice Climbers looked at each other, then at Captain Falcon, "Yeah, it was that Number S or something."

I rolled my eyes as I began to clear my throat. "Guys!" I yelled out, everyone stopped what they were doing and took a good look at me. "I am trying to re-do my whole random story thing with you guys, if you guys co-operate with me, I promise that nothing bad will happen to you, okay?"

Link stared at me,"No dice, buddy. Your type isn't welcome here. Donkey Kong, throw him out."

Donkey Kong stomped his way to where I was, and he threw me out the window, the window, the living room window, with a heave and a ho, and a hefty throw, he threw me out the- Sorry, he threw me out of the window. Hours passed as I finally came to, I was steamed, I took out my laptop and began to type.

"Chapter One...Rotting Floors and Broken Doors" I mumbled as the sun began to set.

Well, what do you think? Not bad for a come-back, eh? I'm sort of new at writing non-script format stories, so If you can't entirely understand what the story means, e-mail me and I'll send you a sketch of yourself. Also, I probably won't write in Author's POV style anymore. Well, until next chapter, Cowsills!