A/N: Here I go again. The next chapter.
Disclaimer: No Nintendo, you can't sue me. Go sue Bill Gates or something.
'Thoughts being read.'
'Normal thoughts.'
"Speech."
"Telepathy"
The bus drive was extremely short lived. Was a floating bus even needed? However, we landed near some sort of mansion. A thought about the Xavier Institute crossed my mind. The gate had 4 letters on it. SSBB.
The primid opened the door to the bus. I walked out, and walked toward the gate. I would've tipped the primid, but I didn't have any money on me. I walked toward the gates, and phased through them.
I stopped in front of the front doors, which, much like the Xavier institute, were made of polished wood, and had golden colored door knobs. As a courtesy, I knocked on the door. A little later, a blonde girl with a pony tail opened the door.
"Hi," she greeted, "You must be the new Brawler, come on in."
'Brawler?'
I followed her inside. The place was nicer than it was on the inside. The room we were currently in I guess I would've classified as a living room. It had nice furniture, a few portraits, and a rug. I looked at one of the portraits, and it turned out to be a portrait of a giant floating gloved hand.
"My name's Samus." She introduced herself. I turned to her.
"My name is Omni." I replied.
"Master Hand wants to see you in his office." Samus explained, "I can show you where it is."
"No need," I replied, "I already have the directions." She raised an eyebrow.
"How? Master Hand doesn't normally give people maps of the place."
"No, but you now have a fourth psychic." I said. Leaving her a bit dumbstruck, I teleported to just outside the office.
'Great, just what we need, another mind-reader in the tournament.' It's not that I read her mind purposely, she just broadcast her thoughts a little loud. As I suspected, everything was nicely furnished even in the hallways. I entered the room, and I found it was even more nicely furnished then the mansion. At the desk, floated the giant hand I saw in the portrait earlier. I hadn't read Samus's mind too much. That would be rude.
'Should've seen that coming.'
"Ah, Omni. Come, have a seat." He said. I obeyed.
"I want to make sure we're all on an understanding, here." He explained. "Since you have near limitless abilities, I have decided that in brawls, you will be restricted on your use of these powers."
"I expected so." He snapped his huge fingers (Which was louder than a gunshot, mind you.) and a guidebook, green keycard, and a slip of paper floated toward me. As I recieved them, he said,
"Your room is---" I cut him off.
"B18, with Mewtwo, who wasn't accepted in the current tournament, but you keep him here since he fought in the last tournament." I finished.
"You really can read minds!" He exclaimed, "What am I thinking of right now?"
"Your brother, Crazy Hand, is an idiot who constantly has nonfatal seizures on the battlefield as an attack."
"Okay, I'm convinced. That will be all." He said. I teleported to my new room. It was extremely neat. Mewtwo had seen to that. He immediately turned his head to me.
"You're the new Brawler, am I right?" He said..
"Yes I am." I said.
"Good to have a fellow psychic around the same age around here." He said.
"Actually, I'm about as old as Ganon." I said, "Or Ganondorf, if you prefer."
"I'm guessing you're not American, then?" He said. I sat down on my bed.
"No, England actually." I said. I had mastered many accents, as I constantly had to start new lives, thanks to those DNA scanning MRD bots. I had the American accent set for default.
"I've always wanted to go there."
"Yeah, it's a pretty cool place to go, the English accents make everyone sound smart." I replied.
Mewtwo and I were going to get along real well.
I looked at the slip of paper, and found it had all of my special Brawl techiniques on it.
B: Optic Blast
B right: Absorb
B down: Crater
B Up: FireJet
I looked on the back. It had my first battle.
Omni vs. Ganondorf
A/N: Sorry to stop it here, but I normally can't write really long chapters. This is the longest I've written, like, ever.
