A/N: Well, this story could turn out two ways- I could just write short chapters, or I could take a while to write long chapters. Don't worry, I'm going to keep this story running. With that cleared up, let's listen to reviews!

Elysium: A Smash Bros fanfic… with MALE Corrin?! This is on my radar for that reason.

Me: Aw thanks, I finally got a positive guest review! (I did get some hate reviews before on my other story.) And the reason for male Corrin is because I don't see him enough.

PichuFan101: You have no idea how long I've been wanting a story about Corrin getting his invitation to Smash, all I've seen were stories of him (or her) in the Smash Mansion.

Me: Exactly why I began writing this story. I wanted to write my own story about Corrin and be able to tie it into my other stories. The more dimensions, the merrier. Right?

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Everyone belongs to their respective owners.

Chapter 2: Arrival

Corrin's P.O.V

As I woke up, I saw lots of white, and a short man in a white coat.

"Good, you're-a up." The man said.

"Where… where am I?" I croaked, looking around. "And who are you?"

"Me? I'm Dr. Mario." The man who was Dr. Mario said. "And you're-a in the infirmary of the Smash Mansion, where the tournament takes-a place." He then told me that I should go to Master Hand's office, so he could help me get settled. Apparently there were different rules than a usual fighting tournament, so this could be more than I expected.

[Scene Change: Master Hand's Office]

"Well, Corrin, welcome to the Smash Mansion. Dr. Mario, would you mind explaining how the fights work? I have some files to find."

"No-a problem, Hand." The cheery response of Dr. Mario came. "The tournament takes place inside of the-a simulator, where we generate the battlefield. You fight there, moving up the brackets. You can also use items that are summoned by the simulator, some that are for healing, while others are used for better offensive performance.

"I see you explained how the battles work. Now, we should cover your move set. Please follow me." Master Hand gestured me to his desk where he had a folder out that was labeled "Corrin". He opened the folder, then pulled out a sheet of paper.

"So, as Dr. Mario explained, you need to hit your enemies to earn points. You have a move set that determines your attacks. Most of your moves involve your Dragon Fang talents, so you should have some experience with your weapons. Speaking of your weapons, the Yato has transformed."

He then summoned my sword, except the blade was glowing pink and had parts of it moving.

"Your Yato has become the Omega Yato. Use it wisely." Master Hand said.

"Also, what is a Final Smash? Dr. Mario said something about that, and I didn't understand what it was." I asked.

"The Final Smash is a ball containing a fraction of my power. Your Final Smash is Torrential Roar. Once you have the Smash, pillars of light will appear around you, you will transform into your dragon form, and unleash a storm of water on them."

"Wait, but I thought this tournament was fair!" I worried. "Won't it be dangerous for me to have all of these powers?"

"That's a good question. Everyone else has unique skills that can match you, so the tournament is balanced."

At that moment, a green tunic-clad teen walked in, rubbing his arm.

"Hey Link, is anything wrong?" Master Hand asked the teen, who's name was Link.

"Well, Ness ended up starting a food fight, and I slipped on a banana. I'm assuming Dr. Mario was with you about the newbie?" Link asked.

"Watch what you say, Link. He's with us right now." Master Hand warned. "Corrin, this is Link, a veteran of the Smash Bros tournament. Link, this is Corrin, our newcomer."

"Well, I know I was gonna take him around, but I wanted to get looked at, in case I broke anything." Link stated.

Master Hand turned to the doctor. "Dr. Mario, can you take him to the infirmary?"

"No-a problem, Hand." Dr. Mario left the office with Link.

"Well, I guess that we'll need someone else to take you around." Master Hand then turned to a box with a few switches on it. "Lucario, can you please come to my office for newcomer duties? Thanks."

I was nervous that he was able to speak through the whole building with that box. "What was that?" I nervously asked.

Master Hand sighed. "Corrin, you have a lot to learn about this world."

At that moment, a blue and black humanoid jackal walked in.

"Not to be rude, but why did I get sent here?" It asked.

"GAH, HOW DID IT SPEAK?" I screamed.

"Oh, so Link got injured?" Its hands were glowing blue while it was talking to Master Hand.

"Take a guess, Lucario. Oh wait, you're a telepath." Master Hand sarcastically replied. "You're here because I need you to take Corrin on orientation. Uh, Corrin?"

I was currently hiding under his desk, as I was not expecting whatever that was.

"I can sense you're scared." Lucario then spoke, extending his paw to me. "It's scary for someone who's grown up held in a fortress."

"How did you know that?" I whimpered.

"I can read your aura." Lucario calmly replied. "For someone like you, I'm not surprised that you can't hide your thoughts yet."

"Can you guys hurry it up?" Master Hand impatiently asked. "I've got paperwork to do."

"Sorry, Master Hand." Lucario apologized.

"I'm also sorry." I also apologized.

"It's fine, just I've got a lot of work to do for the tournament." Master Hand sounded exhausted. "It's ridiculous how many businesses want to sponsor the tournament."

[Scene Change, Corrin's Room]

Wow, I really didn't expect this when I said I was ready for the tournament. At least I got a place to sleep out of it. At that moment, Lucario pulled a card out of his… pocket?

"Where did you get that from?" I asked, pointing at his waist.

"While we're in the area of the Smash Mansion, we have these pockets that can hold small things." Lucario explained. "Some competitors have bigger 'pockets', but most of us have regular sized pockets, good for holding things like our room keys."

He then handed me a key with the symbol of Smash Bros. and the number "2135".

"This is your room key. Take good care of it." Lucario then swiped it in a slot. I then heard a click, and the door opened for me and Lucario. I saw a bed that looked a lot like the one I had in the Northern Fortress. It also had a balcony, some closets, and a black screen. I also noted a small black rectangle with a white case.

"You should take your SmashPad with you." He then pointed to the rectangle, which I picked up and changed color. "You'll need it for announcements on your battles, or any other announcements."

After he said that, my stomach began to rumble.

"Should we go get something to eat?" Lucario asked. "Don't worry, it also gives me the chance to show you the cafeteria."

"Alright, show me the way." I replied.

[Scene Change, Cafeteria]

We ran down to where this cafeteria was. I was about to enter, only to get tackled by a massive bird.

"Outta my way, Dracula!" The being squawked. "Ahm gettin da food here!"

"Ow…" I moaned. "Could you please not tackle me?"

"Just because you're a king, doesn't mean that you get to tackle the newcomers, Dedede!" Lucario snarled.

"Aw, surely you jestin!" Dedede exclaimed. "This stick's gonna be fightin' us?"

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm not a stick. Do you know who I am?" I then pulled out my Dragonstone, preparing to transform into my dragon form and knock him to the ground. I was about to finish transforming when Lucario's eyes opened widely and he shot something that looked like blue fire at me. Dedede was going to run into the cafeteria, only to get tackled by a masked ball.

"Do you really want me to tell Wario that you've been eating his garlic?" The ball said in a low voice. "I might as well start paying him some of the money I saved from the last tournament so he can buy all the food before you."

At that statement, Dedede's eyes shot out. "You ain't gonna do dat, are you?" He asked.

"Well, if you quit messing with everyone, then no." The other voice replied. "So stop your foolishness, or face the wrath of Meta Knight!"

"Well, can we at least get through?" I asked to Meta Knight and King Dedede? "I just got here, and-" I got cut off by Dedede pointing his hammer at me.

"Come now, meet me on the battlefield in three days and show me what you got!" Dedede said.

"I accept your challenge, King Dedede." I answered. Lucario was surprised by my statement, while Meta Knight sighed. Dedede then walked away with a smile in his face.

"Well Corrin, if you have the drive to win, you should begin training." Meta Knight said without emotion. "King Dedede is not one who shows clemency to those without experience."

Lucario nodded. "After lunch, as part of your orientation, I'll show you how to fight in the simulator. You can also request training matches, which won't affect your tournament score."

[30 Minutes Later…]

Well, lunch was definitely a lot different from the Northern Fortress. I then walked into a large room marked as "Training Simulator".

"In case you're wondering, we use this room for unofficial matches, training, or for what you're training for, grudge matches." Lucario explained. "Normally, we do training on Shadow Moses Island, but since Snake couldn't make the tournament this time, we couldn't use Shadow Moses."

"Uhh, who's Snake?" I asked.

"Before you make a guess, there's a place called the Smash Archive where you can look anything up about past tournaments." Lucario said. "And no, he's not a reptile."

"Well, can we begin the fight?" I asked.

"Just a second…" Lucario was messing with a small silver pad. "That should do it." As he said that, a floating arena with three floating platforms appeared. In the background, there were ruins of massive structures, but Lucario told me that they didn't matter. We were engulfed in a bright light, and then we were moved to another place.

[Scene Change, Battlefield (Smash 4)]

We landed, and I noticed this mark on the left arm of my armor that said "0%".

"Hey Lucario, what's up with the mark on my arm?" I asked.

"That's your damage counter." Lucario explained. "The higher it is, the easier it is for your opponents to launch you. Speaking of, hit me with your sword."

I did so, and his counter changed to 5%. He also got knocked back lightly. He fired back his Aura projectiles, and my damage counter shot up to 30%. He was able to rush in for a strike, but I instinctively pulled out my Dragonstone and transformed into a dragon and slammed my feet the ground, preventing myself from taking damage and knocking back Lucario. He was falling offstage and tried to jump back up, but I jumped down, hit him with a dragon-like wing, then flew back up, a giant blue laser erupting from where I hit Lucario into the void. Lucario grinned at my performance.

"At this rate, you'll crush Dedede!" Lucario cheered. "Now let's go grab dinner, it's getting late."

"Alright, we should do that." I replied. "I've got a lot ahead in the upcoming days."

[Scene Change, Cafeteria]

I sat down with a bowl of curry next to Lucario. He had a piece of steak on his plate, and we began discussing the tourney.

"So, what do you think of Smash so far?" Lucario asked. "I hope you've enjoyed it so far."

"Well, it's a lot more noisier than the Northern Fortress." I replied. "Then again, I don't have all four of my retainers and my…" I then sniffed a bit. Lucario knew what I was saying.

"You miss your family?" Lucario asked. "I can't blame you. I miss my trainer, yet I wouldn't miss Smash for the world. Besides, I missed Meta Knight after what happened during Brawl."

"Umm, what are you talking about?" I asked. "Were you two partners or something?"

Lucario shook his head. "It's something that I don't have the time to explain right now, as all of the information we have about the Subspace Emissary is in the Smash Archive."

I was about to ask another question when Master Hand floated into the cafeteria.

"Good evening, Smash Brothers!" Master Hand cheerfully said.

"Good evening, Master Hand!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Well, before we dig in, I've got a few announcements to make." Master Hand stated. "First, I'd like everyone to give a warm welcome to Corrin, our newcomer!"

Everyone except for a few people in the back cheered for me.

"Also, we have a new match on the schedule between King Dedede and our newcomer Corrin in three days, so keep an eye out for that!" At that, everyone began muttering about who would win.

"Lastly, as of today, the tournament begins in two months!" Master Hand exclaimed. "Don't skip your training, cause it'll bite back later! Now, everyone dig in!"

Everyone began eating after he said that. For me, it was a quiet dinner, and I went to sleep right after that.

[Scene Change, ?]

I was dreaming, and yet it was so real. I was running through a glowing red cavern filled with crystals with a short blonde boy and Mario at my side. At the depth of the cavern, there was a strange sphere. In the context of the dream, I could tell that I was fighting the sphere.

"So this is the power that resists my domination…" It muttered.

"It was never your invasion!" The boy shouted. "You only sent pawns who would try to shake us!"

"And so I did." The sphere shot back. "If I couldn't take direct revenge, I might as well hurt the people who stand by the Hand of Creation."

The ball then shot a black laser at us. We all dodged it, and it spoke again.

"Even if you can dodge my attacks, it means nothing in the end…"

[Scene Change, Corrin's Room]

I woke up in a cold sweat. Was what I saw just a nightmare, or something more? Why were that boy, Mario, and I fighting in that cave? Eventually, I calmed down and told myself that that was a nightmare as to what could go wrong. I fell asleep again, only to think about what would come next.

A/N: Hoo boy, now I gotta apologize for being late with my update. I also want to thank y'all for the support I've received. I definitely got more follows, favorites, reviews, and reports (just kidding) than my other story, An Adventure Of A Lifetime. Kudos to you great folks. Now that I'm done publishing, time to write more…

Fight For All Fiction,

ZygardeFusion

P.S: Unfortunately, I can't post another chapter of An Adventure Of A Lifetime this week because of finals. Screw you, finals.