A/N: I'm terribly sorry it took so long for me to update. I've been super busy and writing an average of a paragraph a day. But here it is! Chapter 2! With our first arrival as well!

The Smashers stared at the round figure that sat in their midst. They already had three puffballs in their ranks, and now another? But this puffball wasn't quite a puffball. It was covered in golden scales, with two small fins that floated by its sides. A large smile formed on its face, its two golden eyes wide with excitement.

Abruptly, it bounced into the air, revealling a pile of broken shards and a puddle of water. The water rose up as the shards melted, encasing the fish-like creature and forming a small globe of water. It landed again and began bouncing up and down. "Sorry, I'm a little early! The galactic tide was perfect though, so my journey was sped up quite significantly!"

Link, who was partially horrified by the strange creature, whispered to Zelda. "What is it?"

Master Hand sighed, having noticed the commotion. Obviously, one of the new recruits had arrived early. He snapped his hand, which technically was his entire body, and teleported into the cafeteria. It was handy to be able to teleport anywhere within the confines of the mansion. Master Hand began speaking. "Welcome to the Smash Mansion."

Later that night...

Falco sat on his bed, staring disbelief at the creature who was now his roommate. "So...you're called a 'Fish-ball'?"

The 'so-called Fish-ball' bounced up and down on its bed, which was really just a pillow thrown on the floor between Falco's and Fox's beds. Fox was busy washing the dishes, a job that Falco was dreading, since he'd have to do it tomorrow. "Yep! But you can call me Fishy!" Fishy spoke in between bounces.

Falco groaned. "Who even named you? You have the most ridiculous name ever!"

Fishy bounced again, executing a flip while in midair. "Ridiculous? I don't know what you mean by that!"

Falco scowled, noticing that Fishy had left out who had named him. He was assuming Fishy was a guy, since he'd been put in a room filled with guys, but it was sort of hard to tell with the high-pitched squeaky voice. It was as if the thing was a rubber bouncy ball combined with a squeaky toy! Falco sighed, and laid back on his bed. "Never mind. What can you do, anyways?"

Fishy bounced up again, grinning. That thing just never stopped bouncing! "Well, for starters, I can control water!"

Falco nodded. "So we saw. Can you only manipulate it?"

Fishy stopped bouncing to glare at the racer. Thank the gods! "For your information, I can control water in all forms. I could suck the water out of your bloodstream if I wanted to. Heck, I could flood a desert without breaking a sweat!"

Falco laughed. "Yeah, well, that's pretty easy. A desert doesn't absorb the water very easily. Is that what you did to the world you're from? What are you, like, a main villain or something?"

Fishy was practically twitching with rage. Thankfully for a certain Fox, he was relatively skilled at not expressing his anger. "I control the tides. I am one of the three water gods of the puffball universe. Do. Not. Mock. Me."

Unfortunately for a certain Fox's health, Fox laughed. "So what was your talk about the tides turning in your favour? If you control them, then why didn't you do so?"

"I control water tides. Those were the Galactic Tides that are made up of the stuff of black matter and stardust."

Falco shrugged nonchalantly. "Okay. You know...I should totally eat you, since that's what birds to do to fish."

"You wouldn't be able to eat me. I wouldn't let you."

"Oh yeah? I'm definitely stronger than you. It wouldn't be any challenge to beat you. I mean, you're just a fish in little ball of water!"

Fishy floated into the air, his eyes glowing. "I. Said. Stop. MOCKING ME!"

Bowser and Mario were in the process of putting the tools away, having finished repairing the multitude of holes in the castle, when they heard a scream from overhead. They looked at each other, and then looked up. Falco was rapidly disappearing into the distance, and there was a new hole in the wall. Simultaneously, they sighed.

The Next Day...

Ike groaned. He'd been up far too late the previous night, and now he'd been forced to get up early to cook breakfast for everyone. Without getting his own. And to make matters worse, Samus was yelling at him. Why Master Hand had paired him with that temperamental woman was beyond his sleepy comprehension.

"GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER AND HELP WHISK THIS BATTER!" Her voice pierced through his ears and his thoughts. Ike sighed, his eyes still barely open from tiredness. He did manage to grab ahold of the whisk and bowl though, without spilling its contents everywhere. Eyes still closed, the swordsman began stirring the batter.

After what seemed like only a few moments, the bowl was ripped out of Ike's hands. "Move. I need the stove." Samus shoved him to the side, though it wasn't very effective. So Ike stepped to the side and quickly proceeded to fall asleep while standing up.

He was woken again by the sound of Samus's very enraged voice. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, GO GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" Ike opened one eye, and was quickly woken up by the sight of the kitchen on fire. Samus was attempting to control the fire using the sink and a towel, but it was quickly getting out of control. He raced from the room, looking for that red can that was always resting in its glass case on the wall nearby. Spotting it, Ike simply smashed the glass with Ragnell, and ran back to the kitchen with the fire extinguisher. Once there, he promptly sprayed everything (including the non-burnt breakfast and Samus) in an attempt to put the fire out.

The fire out and the kitchen covered in foam, Ike stared meekly at the furious bounty hunter. She was coated in the stuff, and didn't look too happy about it.

Link looked down at his stomach, which was growling at him as if it had rabies and was about to eat Link himself. "Wasn't breakfast supposed to be ready an hour ago?

Zelda shrugged, her own stomach having been silenced earlier from her secret stash. "Supposedly. Considering who we are, nothing is on time, but an hour is a little far-fetched."

Link opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a freshly-cleaned Samus entering the cafeteria and bellowing "ALL RIGHT SMASHERS! BREAKFAST IS SERVED!"

Ike cautiously stepped out from behind Samus, partially buried in pancakes. Almost immediately, he was knocked over by a stampede of hungry smashers, who rallied under the universal cry of "FOOOOOD!" (Started by Kirby)

Master Hand sighed. If it weren't for the fact that it would be physically impossible, he would facepalm. Not that he had a face to begin with. But as he sat at his desk, watching the chaos through his computer/viewscreen, Master Hand pondered about how lucky it was that Ike's only chore for that day was to cook breakfast. For, judging by the chaos that was ensuing as food was consumed, Ike would be in no shape to do much for at least today, if not tomorrow.

Later that morning...

Falco sighed. Of course it was him who had to wash dishes. How unlucky that it also required cleaning up the entire kitchen, since it had been set on fire. With his head hanging low, Falco submitted himself to his fate and began trudging toward the kitchen. Because he was staring at his feet, Falco didn't notice that Fishy was right in front of him until he ran straight into the newcomer. Fishy quickly bounced in front of Falco, attempting to offer a hand. "I'm sorry! I was looking at the walls instead of where I was going!"

Falco glared the Fishball. He hadn't forgotten about being launched through a wall the previous night, but obviously Fishy had. "Why don't you just run along and do your job?"

Fishy bounced up and down. "What job?"

Falco frowned. "We're cleaning house. Everyone has a job."

"Well, I guess that I'm an exception then! I'd love to help though."

Falco smiled, a plan formulating in his head. "How about this..."

Zelda was busy dusting off the multiple trophies and decorations that were displayed in what one would call the living room, when there was a knock at the door. She sighed and set down the feather duster she'd been using, before walking over to the front door. The door was huge, probably about 12 feet tall. It was one of the few things throughout the Smash Castle that had never even been scratched. Not even when they got attacked. In fact, this whole room was still in the pristine condition it was when the castle had been built.

Zelda opened the door, smiling warmly. "Hello. Are you one of the new smashers?"

The person who stood there had shaggy black hair, which covered most of his forehead. He wore gray robes, with red and gold trim on them. A stick, presumably a wand of some sort, poked out of a small pocket. His piercing green eyes stared into Zelda's with a confidence, something that one didn't see on too many newcomers. "Yes. I am."

Here are the selected newcomers so far:

Kid Goku-Research required, and thus will not appear for a while

Harry Potter-Thank you for suggesting this one! But it'll be from around the 3-4th books.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the storyline and Fishy.