Hai! This is never6555! This is my first fanfiction for Super Smash. This is the intro of course. Not too long because I didn't really feel like writing much. It did take awhile though. And sorry for any mispells, I have a headache today. Sorry. But yes. I hope you review and enjoy.

Note: I do NOT own nintendo or any parts of it affiliated. I DO, though, own the story and plot of this story, and I DO own a few characters that are fan made. This takes place AFTER Brawl Btw...

"I've heard legends of that person How he plunged into enemy territory How he saved his homeland I've heard legends of that person How he traveled the breadth of the land, reducing all he touched to rubble I've heard legends of that person I've heard legends of that person Revered by many--I too, revere him Feared by many--I too, fear him Now, that person Stands at my side Now that person stands at my side Now my friends are with me Some of them were once heroes Some, my mortal enemies And as we face each other in battle, locked in combat We shine ever brighter. "

These were the last words in my grandfather's book, "Memoir of A Last Adventure". He had two other books, such as this.
"Begining of Hand" and "The Battle Begins". He claimed that he lived through such adventures. That all these books that he had given me before death were true. That he had actually seen the battles between fictitious characters. I used to believe him. But now as I grow, my belief is thin.
"Sydney..." my grandfather entered the room. He had not died. My father had. "...Sydney." he repeated again. "Yes, papa?" I replied as I shut the book. "I see you reread the books. Good read, no?" he spoke. Just his average conversation. "Yes. Very literate. You have a good imagination, papa." I noted as he sat down on the couch next to me.
"Imagination? My dearest grandchild, you are very mistaken. I didn't write this, it wrote itself. As I followed through on the adventures." he defended himself. He really believed that this had all happened. A tournament called Super Smash. With characters with names such as Link, Yoshi, Sonic, and varities of such names. Granted, my father's name was Tabuu. Not much different from the others.
"Whatever you say, papa." I mumbled as I placed the book, crypted looking, up by the others. "I still fail to see how all of those adventures were real. And how you got there..." I stopped mid sentence, knowing if I continued he would say, "Believe." over and over for the next few months.
"But Sydney...thats not what I wanted to talk to you about. I visited the doctor yesterday..." he paused for a moment. I prepared myself for the worse. I knew he was aging, and that he has had health problems his entire life. "...Well..." he pressed on. "They fear that.
that I am near death. As I knew much more than they...My body is failing...and there is but one cure...but it doesn't exist on Earth"
he continued on. "It exists in there..." he pointed to the books, his books.
"There!? Papa! you honestly must regain your SANITY. Those worlds don't exist...they don't come together...they do not work with each other.
You are going to DIE and thats all that can be said for it!" I yelled and knocked the books on the floor, my tears falling from my face,
onto the books now sprawled across the floor.
I ran from the library to my room and slammed my door. He was going to die. And he still was believing in such a world. How could it be possible? How can a world as fictitious as that hold a cure for the man whom took care of me for years...He was going to die...and there was nothing else to it.
"But if only it were real..." I cried out, my mind blanking out. If only it were real...and I could be there myself...

Sydney cried for a few more hours, remenenscing on the good times she had with her papa. It was hard for her to believe that he was soon to die. But she knew it was to happen. Her grandfather himself cried himself to sleep as well. It was hard for him to know that he was going to leave his grandchild alone. But he knew that the world of Smash was real. He was just now rearing fifty years of age.
There was no way he was old and senile.

While they slept the tears soaked into the books of Smash. A light emitting from it. "My daughter..." a voice echoed from the book.
"Join me...in conquering such a world..." the voice echoed and the pages flipped in all three and a blinding light filled the Earth.
"Soon...it will all be ours..." the voice mumbled. "And father will die...leaving you to me..." the voice laughed and a dream came to Sydney's head. Or she would think it a dream.

But it was not. Sydney was seeing something very much real...and she was going to awaken...when the heroes and villains of old need her...

I have never written a Super Smash story. I just figured I'd tried. I know, its pretty bad, but I kind of just like zooming through the introductions. I also know that there is a LOT of errors, and I apologize for that, but I just wanted this up, so when I log in I can check on it so I remember to keep writing. So yeh...someone review...maybe?