Happy Halloween everyone! Here's a chapter full of murder.

Ness and Lucas were playing catch in a park just outside the arena. After playing for a few more minutes, they finished their game.

"That was fun Ness!" Lucas said.

"Yeah! We should get back to the arena. I'm just going to grab my bag real quick." Ness replied.

"Okay, sure thing!"

Ness picked up his backpack and caught back up with Lucas. As they walked, they both heard a strange, faint noise. Lucas looked to Ness in concern.

"Ness? Do you hear…beeping?"

"Yeah I-"

A button was clicked in the distance. An explosion went off from Ness' bag, blowing Ness apart. Guts, gore and limbs flew in several directions. The explosion caught Lucas, pushing him away. His left leg was blown off in the process. He screamed in terror upon seeing the sudden death of his dear friend, and mixed with the terror was agony from the pain of losing a limb. Demon Snake decloaked in front of Lucas, with a C4 Detonator in his hand. He put the detonator away and turned to Lucas, an evil grin on his face. Lucas was frightened at the man's horrific appearance. He was covered in blood…Ness' blood. Worse yet, the man was walking towards him. Lucas attempted to crawl away from him as he approached, but Demon easily caught up to him and slammed his foot onto the boys back. He flipped the boy onto his back so that he would be looking at him. Demon let out a sinister laugh.

"You're a psychic right? Hah! I've dealt with enough of those during my lifetime. And if I learned anything…" Demon stopped himself and stomped on Lucas' forehead. Lucas felt like his skull had been cracked. "It's that they're worthless without a brain."

Demon continued to stomp Lucas' head, turning his face into a bloody pulp. Demon switched his bionic arm to its blast arm function. He had his fun with the kid. Now it was time to finish him off. He punched the boy in the head, with the blast arm causing a small explosion on impact. Lucas' head was blown apart. All that was left was his headless corpse. Demon kicked the corpse away once he was finished. He heard a frightened shriek in the distance. He turned to the source, and saw a small man dressed like an astronaut. It was Olimar. Seeing he had been discovered, Olimar fled through some bushes. Demon was not willing to let him get away, and sprinted after him. After running through the bushes, he was in an area surrounded by trees. He couldn't see his target, but given the size of the area, he knew that he couldn't have escaped. He deduced that he must be hiding. Demon punched the ground, activating the sonar function of his bionic arm. This allowed him to detect any living beings nearby.

"There you are…" he whispered.

Olimar was hiding behind a tree. He was sweating bullets, with the thought of being detected lingering in his mind. He peeked his head out to see if his pursuer was there. He looked to see no one in sight. Believing he escaped the murderous man, he sighed in relief. However he was mistaken. He felt a strong hand grasp his throat and lift him off the ground. He was forced to look at his attacker face-to-face. Demon Snake tightened his grip around Olimar's throat and pinned him against the tree.

"You were smart to run, but you should've done it sooner." Demon said. Olimar was speechless, shuddering in fear. "So you're a member of the roster? I don't see any traits of a fighter in you. Oh that's right! It's because you're not a fighter! You get those little plants to fight your battles. They fight and die for you…like soldiers for a government. And just like a government, you see your soldiers as expendable. You make me sick." Demon scoffed. He impaled Olimar with his metal fist and disemboweled him as well. Olimar screamed, but it was somewhat suppressed in volume as he was being strangled. Demon shoved his fist back into Olimar's abdomen. He activated the shock function of his arm, allowing his fist to create electricity. He sent an electric current through Olimar's body, frying his internal organs. The man's eyes popped out of his body, and he ceased to scream. Demon felt no pulse from his victim, and tossed the corpse as if he was throwing trash.

"If they let people like him in the roster, than they must let anyone in. Pathetic! Hopefully I can find someone who will put up a fight." Demon thought to himself. He then heard a dog barking. He turned to see the Duck Hunt dog charging towards him. He smirked. The dog leaped at him, but was met with a boot to the head. The dog hit the ground but was not out of the fight. He quickly got back up and charged again. Demon pulled out his pistol and shot the dog in both of the hind legs. The dog whined as he lost the ability to walk. He was helpless as Demon approached him. The man kneeled down to the wounded animal.

"At least you tried." Demon smiled and pet the dog on the head. The smile disappeared to a look of fury as he snapped the dog's neck, killing him instantly. Pleased with his work, Demon checked to see if there was any prey to hunt. He looked around the park but couldn't find anyone. Suddenly he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. Someone was coming at him, and fast. He turned to see a young man with boxing gloves jump towards him. The boxer was Little Mac, who hit Demon in the face with a jolt haymaker. Demon surprisingly didn't get knocked off his feet, but he was forced back. He put a hand over his face, where pain was resonating. He smiled.

"Maybe this will be interesting!" He said.

"You murdering son of bitch!" Mac angrily shouted. He attacked Demon with a right hook, but Demon parried, blocking the attack and elbowed the boxer's head. Mac recovered quickly and attacked again. Demon dodged and kicked Mac in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Rising to his feet, Mac smashed his fist into his opponent's chest. Unfortunately for him, Demon's battle suit is armored with ceramic plating, hurting his hand upon the impact. Demon still felt the force of the punch however.

"You've got a hell of a punch kid."

"I don't need praise from a killer!" Mac scoffed.

"Maybe…but you need to be a killer if you want to win this fight." Demon advised. Mac readied himself to throw another punch. Demon decided he had enough fun with the kid and decided to no longer hold back. He caught Mac's hand and proceeded to break that arm. Mac screamed upon the bone breaking. Demon moved straight to the next arm and broke that limb.

"What good is boxer without his arms?" Demon taunted.

"How…how?" Mac muttered to himself in a state of disbelief.

"You weren't fighting with the intent to kill. You and your friends should know that you can't "defeat" men like me. You have to kill me." He lectured. He suddenly took out a machete and cut both of Mac's arms off, adding a fatal insult to injury. As Mac screamed to the skies, Demon pulled out his pistol and shoved the barrel into the man's open mouth. He squeezed the trigger and ended Mac's pain, along with his life. Demon looked around once more, and this time was sure that no one was around. He lit himself a cigar as he exited the park now littered with blood and bodies.

Shortly after Demon made his leave, several fighters arrived at the park site. They had ran over there from the arena after hearing an explosion.

"Oh god…" Mario gasped as he saw the gory sight. Five of their fellow fighters were now dead.

"They were kids…they were just KIDS GODDAMMIT!" Captain Falcon grieved over Lucas and Ness.

"I'm gonna look around. See if I can find anything that can give us an ID of the bastard that did this." Samus said.

"I'll help you." Fox said and followed her.

"Whoever did this…is someone with evil intent on par with myself when I was attempting to conquer the world." Ganondorf stated with his arms crossed.

"You really think so?" Link asked his once arch-enemy.

"I don't think…I know."

"I wouldn't doubt it." Marth chimed in.

"Was this some sort of assassination?" Pit asked Robin.

"No. Assassins are professionals. They make their kills precise and discreet. This is the work of a cold-blooded killer who wants boundless slaughter. He must've had fun killing them…and he wanted us to know it too." The tactician deduced.

"Samus! I found something!" Fox announced to her.

"What is it?"

"It's a cassette tape and I don't think it was left here on accident. I found it lodged in Little Mac's mouth."

"Alright. We'll listen to it back at the arena."

Later that day, the fighters, Master Hand and Crazy Hand had gathered in a conference room.

"Okay Fox, play the tape." Master Hand ordered. Fox opened a cassette player on the table and entered the tape. Pressing the play button, the tape began rolling.

"I was told that the Super Smash Brothers was a group of fighters of only the highest caliber. I wanted to see it for myself. Your five friends that I "met" today…left me very disappointed." The voice said enraging many of the fighters. Master Hand made a "stop" gesture with his hand, not wanting any outburst so they can all hear the tape.

"All of you must be wondering 'who the hell is this guy and why did he kill our friends?' right? Well I'll tell you. My name is Venom Snake, or Demon Snake, whichever you prefer. The reason I killed your friends is very simple. I did it for sport." Demon callously explained. A few of the fighters began cursing in anger.

"Quiet!" Master Hand sharply reminded them.

"And believe me, it's not stopping with them. I plan to kill everyone on that roster! So why am I telling you this?" Demon rhetorically asked. He could be heard laughing a bit before speaking again. "Well again, this is a sport and I love making things challenging. Your friends were completely ignorant of someone being out to kill them. Now all of you are not. Perhaps this way you'll do a little better than they did. Consider this a test…a test to see whether or not you're real warriors. Well I gotta get going now, but I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Until then…stay safe!" The killer jokingly said before ending the recording.

Everyone in the room was filled with dread. A maniac was out there, and he was hunting all of them for the sake of killing. Where would he strike next is what many of them wondered. Master Hand planned to get to the bottom of this, and warned everyone to be careful. Everyone was now ordered to be on the look-out for Demon Snake, and to kill him if necessary.

Crazy Hand returned to his secret lab after the meeting was over. Demon was there too, with the lab serving as his hideout.

"Did it work?" Demon asked Crazy. The hand began laughing maniacally.

"It did indeed! Everyone is in a state of panic! They've been ordered to be on alert."

"Excellent!" Demon smiled. "You're still sure about your brother right?" He asked.

"Rest assured, my brother will not personally intervene until things get dire. And when that happens, I'll kill him myself." Crazy answered.

"Good. Tomorrow, the real hunt begins."