A: B? I'm stuffed…
B: Too…many…donuts…
A: I'll never eat another donut again…
B: I will, but not today…
A: So…tired…
B: {{snoring}}
A: B? B? B! WAKE UP!
B: {{snoring}}
A: Ugh! Now I have to do the introduction all by myself!
B: {{snoring extremely loudly}}
A: Well…. Ok… Everything in this st-
B: BOO!
A: {{high pitched, blood curdling scream}}
B: {{laughing hysterically}}
A: {{trying to restart heart}}
B: Anyway {{B is still teary eyed}} all the characters in this story are property of Nintendo, except for, of course, our characters who are not in Super Smash Bros.
A: B-b-b-b-ye
B: {{laughs}} Enjoy the next chapter!
Kirby's POV
I pushed through the crowd that the trumpets had called, slowly inching my way forward. I finally broke through the mass and took in the situation. I was on the right side of the red rug that rested in-between the massive mob. A sudden hush rushed over the crowd as they all turned towards the beginning of the rug and saw the hideously dignified and brave actions of my friends. They each had two guards next to them, but they were not being held or dragged forward. On the contrary, my friends all stood chin high, and were walking straight to their destruction without any resistance. As they walked past me, Marth's cape brushed my arm. I knew it was no accident but anyone beside me was sure to think of it as nothing.
When my friends reached the end of the rug, the crowd began to mutter in anticipation. Looking around, I scanned the faces. Some people were frowning. It never occurred to me that some of these people might not be happy about what was about to conspire. As I surveyed the left side of the mass, two faces stood out from the sea of smiles. Red, the Pokémon trainer, and Ness both looked deeply disturbed. Although they didn't help us during our attack, they had displayed to us a strong sense of friendship and I am sure their heads were filled, just like mine, to the rim with conflict.
My eyes went back to my friends. They were standing in front of the back of a gray stone chair, waiting for the event to begin. Lucario, one of Tabuu's many guards and advisor, ran up to the chair and whispered something that could not be heard over the murmurs in the crowd. Straightening up, Lucario did not run off stage, but remained standing at the chair's side.
"Well, well, well…" a deep voice echoed throughout the clearing. "The six heroes that thought they could face me, but failed. How sad."
The stone chair turned around to reveal, none other than, Tabuu. He almost seemed to be emitting a faint blue glow, but I doubt anyone knew why. As I looked up at him, I had the strangest urge to poke him, to figure out if he was indeed a hologram or not, due to the fact that he looked slightly transparent.
"What to do with you? What to do..." Tabuu muttered to himself, but even over the rain, we could all hear him.
"Oh, yes! I now realize what your fate must be!" the crowd became so silent and still, an outsider looking upon the scene would have thought it to be a large gathering of statues. "Since you have defied me, I will sentence you to the worst punishment possible! The one and only answer is de-"
Tabuu suddenly stopped talking as, once again, Lucario muttered in his ear. The blissful expression that had taken resident on his face soon vanished, leaving the audience straining to hear what was being said.
After a few moments, Lucario straightened up, and Tabuu began to speak once more, "It seems that I have found a more suitable way to get rid of these pests." Fury ignited inside of me, as he insulted my friends. It clawed and scratched on the insides my heart, begging to be let out of my body, but I could not release it.
"Bring it out!" Tabuu cried to two of the guards standing next to him. Although not entirely sure, the guards most of had some idea of what was asked of them, because only moments later, a giant circular rim was brought out. This rim suddenly went up in red and orange flames as Tabuu got off of his chair and began walking towards it. The fire burning at the edge slowly moved inward, until a solid circle was filled with red tongues overlapping each other and straining to lick something or someone.
Muttering something, Tabuu snapped his fingers and suddenly, the fire disappeared to reveal a vortex of swirling colors. Also set into motion by the loud snap, one guard each grabbed one of my friends' arms and pulled them forward, making them stand directly in front of the swirling portal.
Anxiety pounded hard against my skull, I could feel a migraine coming on, but I didn't care, I needed to save at least one of my friends. I pushed my way slowly, agonizingly slowly, forward through the mob until I stood only with a velvet red rope separating me from my friends.
I tried to catch their eyes, but their gaze was locked on the portal. Standing next to the very end of the rope and the vortex, I had the best view in the house, a view I would rather die than see.
Tabuu screamed at the excited crowd, "And now, say goodbye to your heroes Smash World! A new rein of evil has begun!"
My friends were herded forward like cattle until they were only an arms distance away from me and the portal. In the split second before they were pushed in, I quickly grabbed Meta Knight's arm. His yellow eyes found mine and he slowly shook his head. Ripping his arm from my grasp, I stared dumbfounded at his cape as it vanished in a swirl of color. Looking around and seeing the smiling, cheering faces, only one thing became clear to me: my friends were gone and they were never coming back.
