For the purposes of imagery, please imagine the Mii fighter to look model wise the same way as the anime-esque models of the FE/Kid Icarus look. Of course all characters belong to Nintendo and their respective companies. This is an AU telling of another fanfiction called 'Smash On!, if you'd like to see more of these characters check there, or wait till next Friday!
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It was around 6am the following morning, a Tuesday according to the young, silver-haired tactician's phone. He was reluctantly checking it after the thing, for the 13th time he had found out, started to vibrate and buzz with the tune of the DK rap playing loudly and dragging the boy forcibly away from his well-needed rest. With a groan, Robin moved his thumb towards the 'end call' button and tapped it firmly, now making that the 14th missed call registered on the device. Unfortunately, not long after denying the last call, the next one immediately followed. Plastered over the screen was a selfie of himself, taken as he stood over the hero of twilight back when he had first claimed a victory over him four years prior. Whenever the name 'Link' popped up on his phone it meant only one of two things: fun, or trouble. Emitting a noise mixed between a yawn and a defeated sigh, the sleepy fighter aggressively tapped the green answer button and held the phone to his ear.
"Link...I swear if this isn't a situation where anyone is dying, I will, and I promise you this, put you in enough of a critical condition you'll need another 100-year powernap." He growled, words slurring a little from the left-over sleep grogginess.
"Dude you gotta move now, like right now!" The teen on the other end yelled out down the phone.
Were those...Explosions he could hear?
"What's going on?" Robin asked, throwing the quilt off him and rushing towards his cloak.
"I don't have time to explain!" Link replied, "Just get here now, urgently!"
And then the call hung up. Perplexed by the whole event, Robin simply stared at the phone blankly for a couple of moments. He scrolled through everything possible to see where exactly 'here' could be, but was unable to find anything of Link's location.
"Dammit man, doesn't the slate come with a damn find my shekIah?" Robin grumbled, pacing towards the door.
As he flung open the door and stepped forward, the young mage would feel the sudden pull of gravity as the foothold below him seemingly vanished and he nearly fell into a hole who lead to who knows where. Managing to grab a hold of his own door-frame, the boy pulled himself and back up into his room and looked around at the odder than usual decour. The entire floor was made of a jigsaw. Not shaped like it, not an interesting carpet or wooden flooring design, no, the whole floor was made out of possibly millions of tiny jigsaw pieces. Looking around them now, substituting in his mind for the area of the floor he had destroyed, the picture of Link's smug face was displayed over the area. He took a sharp inhale and then a long exhale. After experimenting with the opening and closing of his own door several times he had found several alternate floors seemingly prepared for him: lego, marbles, plastic balls, leaves, what he hoped was pudding, an alarming amount of jelly and then finally, Link's fan mail. The boy was about to resign back to his own bed when the sudden banging of his door took his attention away from sleep. On the other side of the door was the young hero, slamming his fists against the wooden door.
"Robin~." He sang, his voice lined with a novel entertainment, "Come on rise and shine~, don't you have a bird song to sing or something?"
There was a flash of green from behind the door and a second later it burst open with a powerful gust of wind. The Hylian was knocked back against the opposing wall, curling up and clutching his head as he whined in surprise and pain.
"Argh, what the heck man?" He pouted, sitting up now, "And a good morning to you too."
"Link, I am this close." Robin said, coming out of the shadow of his room and holding his thumb and finger together, "This close to...Heh, nice pjs." He then taunted, "Could you not afford separate pants and a shirt?"
The set of pjs in question were a bright blue onesie the hero was blanketed in. On the front, to the right of his upper-chest, was a triforce logo that was very clearly made secondhand and not officially licensed at all.
"Zelda got me it, she thought it was cute." Link groaned, standing up and brushing himself down, "But seriously, come on we gotta go."
"First off." Robin interrupted, "How, just, how did you pull off any of that?"
"I had a lot of free-time and no sleep at all." Link said, the dark circles around his eyes more noticeable now, "I at least thought you'd appreciate the effort."
"There is nothing in this world which could make me appreciate a demonic floor of lego." Robin snapped back.
"What about if I told you I managed to get the scoop on today's breakfast regime?" The hero cooed with a smirk.
Pausing only for a moment, the mage then replied with a similar smile, "I'm listening."
"Pancake day." Link said with a nod, "All you can eat, all you can top with including strawberries, chocolate, ice cream, monster guts, fish bones, mushrooms-."
"I'm starting to worry about what that game did to your taste palette man." Robin said, feining a look of genuine concern.
"Shut up, my taste palette is as immaculate as my fighting record."
"Which isn't very immaculate at all."
"Then my taste palette is immaculater."
"That's not a word!" Robin yelled at him.
"Okay-okay-okay." Link responded in rapid bursts, "But anyway, in my frenzy of floor-building-."
"Still need to explain that one to me."
"-I took the precautions and sealed Kirby in his own room." Link said proudly, "That little demon has far too much freedom when it comes to food."
"I'm pretty sure he's started at least one or two interplanetary wars over something like this."
"Sh, sh, sh, listen." Link said, wrapping an arm around Robin's shoulder, "This is a one-hundred-per cent Link plan. We get there first, we get the freshest, hottest and most pancakes right off the bat and we'll be all done by the time Kirby breaks down his door."
"Genius plan huh?" Robin asked angrily, scowling at the boy now.
"Hey, I was up all night building floors of lego and jelly." He said with a shrug, "It's not my fault I fell asleep, you, on the other hand, have no excuse."
"My excuse is that I didn't spend all hours of the night building pointless flooring for an unfunny joke!" Robin growled, pulling his arm back and making Link stumble forwards.
The time was 8 am now. At some point, no-one knows when exactly, the two boys had nodded off in front of the close cafeteria door and someone had tied them finger-to-finger with a finger trap. As the two fighters began to fight while shoving and pulling against each-other, the hero-king simply faced away from them with a proud snicker.
"You know that's only going to make more of a headache for us, and yourself later today right?" Robina asked, motioning towards the two boys.
"Once I've had my coffee I can deal with anything." Marth said dismissively, "I've been dealing with Link for years now, one more morning isn't going to kill me. Besides what's the worst that could come of this?"
"You remember the Samus incident don't you?" Ike added.
A couple of years back, Link and Robin had made a field trip for themselves by stealing Samus' ship in order to go buy Zelda a birthday present from the city below. Unfortunately, what seemed like a simple outing turned into a man-hunt as local airports and aerial tours had to shut down due to the ship being in the middle of their route; and, when the ship eventually ran out of power it had fallen on and collapsed a series of flats. The two fighters didn't get that far before Samus and Ganon had tracked them down, but if anything as easy as buying a birthday gift was in the hands of Link and Robin, who knows where it could end up next.
"Ugh, they have swords and we have scissors." Marth dramatically sighed, "Would you all calm down?"
"Are you going to cut them free?" Robina asked, smiling as she knew the answer already.
"Of course not." The prince hummed, "I paid good money for that cheap toy to torment with them in one way or another."
"That, or you were trying another bedroom experiment." Ike teased, giving his friend a cheeky nudge.
"I haven't had coffee yet my friend and I will not hesitate to choke the lights out of your de-steroided ass." Marth snapped.
"Hey, it's not my fault people wanted this look back." Ike said, showing off his reduced muscle mass, "Besides, less mass means I'm faster and stronger to boot."
"Yeah, but I think I'll miss 'I-fought-for-my-friends-for-two-weeks-and-now-I-look-like-this' looking Ike." Robina giggled, "Seeing you small and skinny almost looks unnatural now."
"Don't say that too loud." The mercenary begged, "If Sheik hears you she'll never stop trying to make me food and-ergh." He finished, shaking his head while his body shuddered.
"Oh yeah, where is she anyway?" Robina asked.
"Having a longer sleep." Ike shrugged, "She arrived late last night and she's more of a fruity-brunch person now."
"You can tell her she's too far down the crazy-muscle girl rabbit hole to be thinking of culturing herself with things like brunch." Marth said with a roll of his eyes, "Does she even know the proper knife and fork ordering?"
The two other fire emblem reps looked back and forth at each other before laughing a little and looking at the king in disbelief.
"For brunch?" Robina laughed.
"You're serious right now?" Ike added.
"I'm getting my coffee." Marth snapped, blushing as he paced away from the two.
Sam looked around the clutter of fighters walking around with their stacks of pancakes bigger than his head in most cases. Looking at some of them, he wasn't quite sure where they managed to fit all that food, but he guessed fighting and training must use up way more energy. Once more the tables of fighters had formed and the sudden wave of panic washed over him. Granted, he hadn't had as much sleep since the conversation he had just before bed, but even still he was panicking way too much over where he could sit. The night before he was lucky enough that Pit was showing him around, but now the boy wasn't obligated to keep watch over Sam, it left the Mii fighter in a state of uncertainty. But then a familiar voice called out to him and speak of the devil. 'well, angel', he thought. Pit was bumping arms with him.
"Morning Sam." He yawned, "Sleep well?"
"Ah, not really." Sam laughed nervously in response, "I could barely sleep."
Before he had registered it he was already walking along naturally with the angel towards the group table they had all met at yesterday.
"How-come?" Pit asked, sitting down and quickly tearing into his strawberry jam and cream-topped stack.
"Well, I have a fight in three days and-."
"Oh that's exciting!" Zelda clapped her hands together and looked towards their direction, "Your first fight here, huh? You probably want to fight another newcomer right, since it'd more intense than fighting a veteran?"
"Actually, the opponent is undecided." Sam replied, rubbing the back of his neck, "And right now Ganon is trying to set the schedule back a day or two more, against Nintendo's wishes."
"What?" Lucina asked, looking at the boy with narrow and accusational eyes, but upon seeing his scared face, gave him a softer luck, "Sorry, it's just rare that Ganon or anyone makes exceptions to the rules-."
"Which she's a stickler for." Robina giggled.
"Even for new fighters. Unless the case is serious, is everything alright? It's Sam, right?" Lucina continued, ignoring her friend's comment.
"O-oh well sort of...Well not really." The Mii shamefully admitted, "When I moved in yesterday, I lost track of my belongings, like my sword and arm-cannon so now I'm not really equipped enough for a fight."
Pit bowed his head a little in guilt.
"You're a Mii aren't you?" Lucina asked, giving a puzzled expression, "You can't fight with your hands, like a brawler?"
"Ah well-." Pit jumped in now, "Apparently he's not the best at that, like really bad, right?"
"Y-yeah." Sam stuttered solemnly.
"Pft, a Mii fighter who can't fight." Robina laughed, "That's so silly, you're here way too over your head Sam."
Lucina slapped the girl lightly on the arm as the boy simply bowed his head and started to eat at his crepes.
"Ahem." Lucina spoke now, "What she means to say is that you shouldn't give up hope. You're here for a reason like the rest of us, and while fighting without your equipment might be new, running away from it isn't an answer."
"What's with all the gloom?" Ike asked, coming over and looking around the table now.
"The Mii is a little worried about fighting without his sword or gun." Lucina replied.
"Have you asked for any replacements?" Ike asked, giving the boy a kind smile.
"Well…" Sam began to say.
The boy then began to tell the others of an event which went down the night before, after everyone had ate their meals and played some more games, when they were all returning to their own rooms to rest. When Sam had somehow, despite the ever-shifting maze of the house turning him around nearly every two minutes, made it to the corridor where he recognised a door with the Mii emblem on it, he spotted a familiar and unmistakable face.
"Oh hey, I wondered when you'd find your own way back." She said, giving the boy a kind smile.
The woman stopped leaning off his door and greeted Sam with an open hand to shake, the legendary bounty hunter Samus Aran. He was nervous, who wouldn't be? Beauty and such aside, she was one of the most famous and powerful representatives within Smash and Pit had even said she was Ganon's other half, in terms of management, which just made her all the more impressive. Though, she was dressed more in gym-like attire for her casual walkabout compared to everyone else.
"Oh r-right, this place is hard to get used to. I'm Sam, it's an honour to meet you, ma'am." He held out his hand respectfully, his head somewhat in the middle of an awkward bow.
"Samus." She said, grabbing his hand tightly.
And two seconds later his feet had been removed from the ground as now he was in the air above Samus' shoulder and was rapidly being thrown down towards the floor behind her. His reflexes kicked in as he managed to get his hands and feet ready for the impact and with a quick kick to the floor, he rolled away from the woman while not letting go of his new defensive stance on the floor. She crossed her arms and smirked.
"Initial instincts are a little weak." She said, looking him up and down, "Reflexes somewhat sloppy, but promising potential."
Sam wasn't fully sure just what had happened. Handshake, sure. Greeting, check. Being launched over her shoulder, odd but it is what just happened. Was she testing him?
"It's alright kid, you can stand up now, I just wanted to see if you had it is all." She said, giving him a reassuring wave, "You've got a fight scheduled in three days. Now I don't know what Nintendo are thinking, putting a Mii in for a fight so soon, nevermind at all, but you have one. So I just wanted to see if you were actually decent enough, I'll give you like a C for now."
"Wait...Me, in a fight?" Sam asked, looking up at her with innocent surprise.
"It's what you're here for, ain't it?"
"Well, of course but…" He began to say, "Is there any chance, it could be made later?"
"Excuse me?" She asked, her face not hiding her displeasement.
Sam then proceeded to explain his situation to her, about his luggage and run through at the invitational were he only got third in the brawler trials.
"Then go home." She said with a shrug.
"What?" He asked, unable to hide the sudden breaking of his heart.
"I can cancel that fight and we can send you home." She said sternly now, "If you're not willing to fight because you're not up to your full strength, or because you simply you know you'll lose, then you're not fit for Smash afterall."
She was right. He knew she was right and thinking about it that way only made it hurt more. He knew that if he was going to go into a fight as he was now, with just his hands and feet, he'd most definitely lose. But, it was more than that.
"I'm not scared of losing." He said quietly now before looking up at her.
"Oh?" She asked, trying to hide a smirk as she stared into his eyes now having seen just a little something, "It sounds like that's the case to me."
"Well...I am scared of losing, everyone has to be." The Mii began to say, "But more than that, I'm scared of losing, having not even been part of the competition in the first place. I'm scared of getting on that stage, and fighting a fight no one wants to see, that no one cares for is moved for. For fighting a fight where my opponent gives me pity for even being there!" He said, slamming his fist against the wall, "I'm just a Mii fighter. I don't want to be a disappointment, but more than that I don't everyone who thinks that to be proven right. I fought my way here too. I fought and worked hard. I...I want to be able to show everyone what I'm truly capable of! To not fight to win, but to fight to show I can win. I...I want to fight where I can give it 100% and show it, but right now...Three days?"
She nodded her head. Sam bit his bottom lip, and pulled his fist back from the wall and quickly went into a bow towards the woman.
"I'm very sorry for denying the right to battle!" He shouted, "I'll do it though, I'll fight in three days and I'll win, I'll do it!"
His insides were burning. He was doing everything he could not to cry in front of her. She was right, running away wouldn't be doing anything and above all else, it only showed to himself that he's only a Mii fighter, not capable of much or anything amazing at all. But he had to, he had to push himself forward and give it his all. Even if it was one-sided, even if it was pointless, even if he couldn't give the most amazing fight and got pitied, he needed to make a stand, to show that he can make it.
"Geez." Samus sighed, "You're so wishy-washy in your conviction, a stern no one minute and begging for it the next. But, I'll just assume you stumbled for a couple of seconds there." She walked closer and patted his head, "If it's possible to push the fight back by two more days, I will...And if it helps, I'll try to arrange a tutor for you, at least to polish those skills of yours so you're a little more confident."
Sam looked up, unable to hold the tears back while also smiling widely.
"Really?" He asked.
"Kid, if I had a coin for every time someone here had a trip-up in self-confidence I'd be a lot richer than I am right now." She laughed, "It's how you make yourself stand up after a trip is what matters. You have the drive, and you're scared of losing for the right reasons, that enough, at least for me, makes you a little more of a C-plus."
She walked past him now, hands in pockets and made her way down the corridor.
"Oh yeah, I can put an order in to replace your stuff in about a week." She called back without facing him, "If you need clothes I'll make a little package for you tonight with stuff I can find, okay?"
"T-thank you!" Sam yelled back, crying a lot more now, "Thank you so much."
"And well, she did drop some clothes off for me." Sam said, indicating up and down himself.
The group all looked up and down him. The sweatpants and tank-top he wore were definitely Samus'. After hearing the story though, many of them felt a flash of guilt run through them. When hearing about the Mii fighter or meeting him yesterday, they had all thought less of him and even before telling his story, hearing about him pushing a battle back made them think less. But now, there was a solid respect for the boy. Even if he was shy and a little awkward, nervous and an empty well of confidence, he at least had the heart of a fighter. Even Robina gave him a somewhat sympathetic look Lucina noticed, which was very rare.
"But I am going to fight." He said determinedly now, blushing while eating more of his breakfast, "I don't think I'm equipped enough, but it was never an option for me to run away."
Lucina nodded and smiled.
"I apologise for suggesting you ever were." She said before sipping from her orange juice.
"You can lighten up kid." Ike said, ruffling the boy's hair to his annoyance, "We've all been a little doubtful of ourselves at one point. But we've got your back, I'm looking forward to it now."
The group which had gathered around him all gave the boy a little nod and verbal world of encouragement before continuing with their breakfast. This flashed a little spark in Sam's mind now. The atmosphere around him had taken somewhat of a change and while he still felt worlds apart from the others, he felt a little closer to them than yesterday. And he was grateful for that.
"So do you know who you're fighting?" Zelda asked.
"The opponent isn't decided yet." Sam answered, "I think they're making the decision today."
"It'll be me." Pit said all of a sudden.
The group turned all their attention to the normally soft-spoken angel whose eyes were lit up with a burning intensity.
"E-eh?" Is all Sam could say while looking at the angel.
"I'm going to fight you." Pit responded, "It's my fault you felt less equipped yesterday, so I want to make it right. But I'm not going to throw the fight or lose either!" He said more energetically now, "I already wanted to fight you, since I was curious but now, after hearing that story, I just want to fight you more now, y'know? What kind of friend wouldn't want to help their friend out after hearing something like that?"
Sam was a little speechless at first. The fact the angel had already considered him a friend was one thing, but hearing that he actually wanted to fight him and give a good fight too. It was more than enough to make the Mii blush and rile up his feelings and make him want to give an even better performance than he had wanted to five minutes ago.
"Thanks Pit." Sam said finally, smiling at the angel.
"I'm not going to lose." Pit replied with a full mouth.
"I don't plan on losing either!" Sam said determinedly.
"Well I'm not gonna hold back, so start planning!" The angel argued with a smile.
"Well neither am I, so I'll start planning on how I'm gonna have to comfort you after I beat you!" Sam retorted with the same grin.
The two boys began to laugh as their rivalry and friendship really started to begin in this moment. The group around them simply sighed, 'and now we have another pair', they collectively thought.
From behind there was a sound of smashing dishes, drawing all their attentions. When they looked now, they could see Link and robin, still tied by their fingers, on the floor with pancakes and syrup covering them.
"What part of left don't you understand?" Robin growled.
"The part of left which is actually right which was the direction you took." Link replied.
"No, you were the one who went right."
"What kind of tactician fails to communicate the ideas of left and right properly?" Link barked.
"What kind of left-handed idiot fails to understand where left is?" Robin barked back.
"The same idiot who trusts you to get us pancakes safely!"
"Oh, so you know you're an idiot?" Robin chuckled.
"I must be if I trust your sense of direction ever again." Link laughed back.
The only person who didn't seem to be laughing was Ganon, now standing directly over them. The ominous aura was practically visible as he picked them up by their clothes with one hand and proceeded to carry them out of the cafeteria.
"I feel like this punishment is unjust." Link complained as they followed after Ganon towards the stage morph room.
"I don't." He responded monotonically, "You smashed the staff's dishes, the least you can do is go buy replacements out of your wages."
"I don't see why I have to go too." Robin huffed, "It was his fault."
"Was not."
"Was too."
"Shut up!" Ganon barked, looking over his shoulders at the two boys who went silent, "Considering the two of you were both at scene, covered in syrup and are still tied together for some reason, both of you are to blame."
"Can't we at least go change?" Robin complained, "We're still in our pjs."
"Oh I know." Ganon smirked.
"Don't sweat it Robin." Link said with a wave of his free hand, "No one is really going to care or notice, with that huge cloak of yours."
"I'm more worried about being seen with the living blanket elf." He retorted.
Link quickly threw his arm with the finger trap forwards and down, making the other boy stumble, but not counting that he would also get pulled down as they both hit the floor much to Ganon's annoyance.
"Ow, how'd that one work out for you?" Robin groaned.
"Honestly, I feel like I could've made things worse." Link said simply.
"Just. Go." Ganon growled, pushing open the door to the morph area and directing them towards it.
The two boys sat down in the rows as they waited to be teleported into the city. Robin raised his finger trapped hand and turned to the Hylian hero.
"So what're we doing about this?" Robin asked, "I can only imagine it being a pain later on."
"Hm, can you cut it with ElWind?" Link asked.
The mage proceeded to hold his hand up as a small slash of green wind hammered down against the finger trap but proceeded to bounce off it.
"Huh…" Robin said, blinking at the finger trap.
"It's alright Robin, performance issues in men is-."
Before Link could finish speaking the mage had moved his arm in such a way that it forced Link to hit himself.
"Ow!" The hero groaned.
"Don't hit your-."
Link had done the same back to him and before long the two were doing it to each-other while laughing like idiots, not noticing that they were already in the city and people were staring. Once Robin had noticed, he pulled his hand away and began to walk, tugging Link along.
"Come on, let's just do this fast so we can get back to the house." He grumbled.
"That's the spirit." Link said, catching up with him now, "So where do we get the plates from?"
"I thought you knew." Robin turned and asked his friend.
"Why would I know? I thought you'd know that." Link replied honestly.
Robin sighed and rubbed his face with his free hand.
"Do we get any specific kind of plates?" He asked.
"Smashable ones."
"...Let's just go to a store and hope we pick up some decent ones." Robin surrendered, leading the way towards the shopping district.
Robin never wanted to go shopping with the Hylian boy ever again. If the birthday shopping from years ago didn't solidify it, then today certainly did. Banned from one store from fashioning 100 plastic chickens into a giant ocarina, banned from another by smashing a series of expensive china as the boy had made Robin jump in surprise with the aid of a shark-faced litter picker and finally banned from the pet store because Link just took a bite of raw trout.
"I don't regret the trout." Link argued in defence of himself, "It was daring me to."
"I doubt that." Robin sighed.
"You didn't see it the way I did." Link said with a shudder.
"Anyway, let's just be glad we managed to find some nice plates." Robin said, holding up a shopping bag in victory.
"Exactly, now we can go home." Link cheered.
Just then, the boy's shekiah slate started to buzz.
"Marth wants us to pick up some post for him." Link said, reading off the slate, "He's got this expensive parcel or something and since we're here we might as well he said."
Robin couldn't help but slump his shoulders at the news, he just wanted to go home. Walking around and getting banned from stores was embarrassing enough, but in pyjamas it was even worse.
"Alright, alright." He sighed, "Let's just get this over and done with quickly."
And soon enough the two boys had made their way to the post office and retrieved Mart's package, and when they had Link played a familiar little jingle from the slate while eyeing Robin with a wide, comical smile. When the boy seemed to ignore it Link couldn't help but pout, shoving the slate back into his pocket.
"Don't be so boring." He mumbled.
"Ah, excuse me." The woman behind the counter called them before they could leave, "We actually have one more thing for you. It's a letter, but due to the nature of the letter ,we couldn't just simply post it where it was intended to go. Since you're here, it's probably better with you than it is with us."
Link held his hand out now, taking from the woman what appeared to be a Smash-signified letter of invitation.
"Oh hey, a newcomer letter." Link said, smiling and turning it back and forth, "This is nostalgic."
"Yeah, though I wonder who it's for." Robin said while eyeing it.
"Wanna open it?" Link asked with a mischievous grin.
"And how are you gonna manage that with one hand?" Robin questioned.
"Oh yeah…" Link said, looking back at the finger trap, "Well, let's just put this in the bag with the plates and parcel and let's find somewhere we can get this fixed."
Robin nodded and held the bag up for Link to slip the letter into and finally headed towards the exit of the post-office, walking past a man dressed in all leather and a bike helmet. Once they left Robin nudged Link with a chuckle.
"Get a load of wannabe Doom-Guy back there?"
"Where do you even get that much leather?" Link laughed as they proceeded to walk down one of the city's many hill roads now, "So, know anywhere we can sort this finger thing out?"
"I may have an idea or two." Robin said, "There's some magic shops I go to when I'm looking for some potion ingredients."
As the two boys talked they drowned out the sound of the city behind them, the people, the cars and the sound of a rapidly approaching motor-bike. Moments later Robin felt a strong tug on the plastic bag as it flew out of his hand and into the one of the same lather-wearing man they'd passed by moments earlier.
"W...What was that?" The mage questioned, staring in shock.
"Oy!" Link yelled, starting to run after the bike while dragging Robin with him.
Before long, the two boys were racing down on the hill after the strange man on the motorbike.
"We're not going to catch him!" Robin yelled.
"I have a plan!" Link yelled over his shoulder.
"No!"
"You haven't even heard it yet!" Link argued.
"I don't need to hear it to know it's bad." Robin snapped back.
"I'm doing it anyway!" Link said, facing forwards again.
He held out the shekiah slate in front of him, the blue light of the screen shining brighter for moments before all the light started to flow out of the screen and into the air. Thousands of strings of the blue light moved in front of him, weaving themselves together into what then became the master cycle. Before Robin could pull back Link had jumped on it, the mage holding onto the front and side of the bike as he hung onto it for dear life while Link proceeded to launch them both onto the road.
"You're insane!" Robin yelled up, "You can't even drive properly while we're like this.
"Do you have a better idea?" Link asked.
Ahead of them ,the man in the bike helmet looked down at the plastic bag in victory. He didn't really care for whatever else was in that bag, the letter was all he needed. It was his letter and he'd come to collect it. He felt a little bad for stealing the entire thing off the toy boys, but he knew if he'd let them just go off he'd never be able to get ahold of this letter ever again in his life.
"Hey!" He heard Link's voice shout from behind.
The rider turned his head over his shoulder and nearly spun out of control he was so surprised by what he saw. The two fighters were balancing either side of the bike, their feet on the foot-rests and their inner arms connected by the finger trap while their outer arms each held a handle. To passerbys it looked like the most bizzare performance of motorbike acrobatics possible, but to the fighters it was their best chance at steering in their current state.
"You sure you got this?" Link yelled across, "Left!"
"Argh! Positive, just stop questioning it and drive!" Robin replied, leaning back and steering as they narrowly went around a car.
"Hey, you!" Link shouted again, "Give us back the bag!"
The rider didn't want to have to deal with this today, so as he was about to remove the letter from the bag so he could toss it back to them he was hit from behind with a sudden bolt of lightning.
"Gotcha!" Robin said proudly, aiming another thunder at him.
With a growl the rider turned his attention back to the road, skillfully dodging out of the way of both the traffic and raining electricity coming at him from behind. Once the road had cleared a little he slowed down to a complete halt while doing a wheelie and held his leg out to the side, meeting with Robin's stomach as the boys zoomed past him. The mage couldn't help but fly backwards off the bike, nearly dragging Link with him before nearly hitting the floor. The rider simply started to drive away now, not watching to see the motor accident in motion, he just needed to get away with the letter while he could. Acting fast, Robin held out his hand and shot two huge bursts of wind which not only carried him, but the bike and Link into the air where they managed to turn around, land and follow after the rider once again.
"So he wants a fight huh?" Link said, smiling with excitement as they raced deeper into the city now.
"What the hell does he want in that bag so badly?" Robin asked, "Is it Marth's package, what did he even buy?"
"It doesn't matter!" Link answered, "We just have to get those plates back before Ganon puts us on another month of dish duty again!"
And so the chase continued on into the deeper city.
Unfortunately, the news of the high-speed chase and traffic disruptions had reached police ears so now the current scene played out as: the rider in front, Link and Robin following close behind, the police squad chasing after them and then finally all the city centre traffic around them. The rider began to mutter curses as he dodged and weaved through traffic, all he had done today was gone to pick up his missed post, now he was involved in a high-speed chase and what made it even worse was now there were police on his tail. Even more annoying were the two fighters catching up to him and trying to grab and blast his bike every chance they got.
"Arc-fire!" Robin shouted, sending a blast of fire forward which failed to hit its mark again.
"Damn, he's pretty good on that thing." Link commented with a smile.
"Don't be enjoying this!" Robin ordered, "We nearly have him!"
The rider looked behind him again, the boys were even closer now and with the traffic getting denser he wouldn't be able to pull off any of his trickier moves either. He thought for a minute before turning a tight corner, hoping they wouldn't match his ability, but they did.
"Damn it!" He mumbled, "What's with these kids?"
He turned into an alleyway, ramped off a wooden plank, skidded around a corner and entered another main road and even through all that the boys were right behind him, no, they were closer!
"Looks like staring in Mario-kart did you some favours eh?" Robin chuckled.
"Heh, I would've sorted this by now if I weren't tied to you!" Link replied.
This was starting to get too out of hand now, the rider thought as he reached down and pulled a knife from his pocket. Slowing down to meet with the boys, he swung at Robin who managed to avoid the first slash but then narrowly dodged the second one thanks to Link's steering. The mage slashed back using various bursts of air from elwind, but none were hitting their mark. He growled and this time aimed for somewhere else, hitting the bag instead with the slash of air as the three riders had to watch it fly up in the air on top of them. Luckily, Link's Bike had the advantage when it came to this scenario as the master-cycle then bounced up into the air while the hero reached for the plastic bag with his driving hand. The rider tossed his knife up at them, missing Link but the force of the throw was so strong it caught right through the finger-trap that tied them together. The surprise from both the boys made them knock the bag in the air instead of catching it.
"No!" The trio called out as they watched the bag proceed to fall down and hit the pavement with a distinct smash.
The two fighters managed to land, meanwhile the rider managed to spot something else being carried by the wind which caught his eye and he proceeded to follow it. Link shook his fist at the rider as he drove off while Robin went over to inspect the bag and reluctantly pulled out the smashed plates.
"Argh!" Link growled, kicking the floor as he ignored the waves of police cars go past.
"What the hell?" Robin questioned while shaking his head, "They were just plates."
"Honestly." Link sighed, "Thieves will go after anything these days, is Marth's box alright?"
Robin stared at the hero as he shook the box, the sound of multiple broken parts shaking around inside it.
"Ugh, he's gonna bitch about this for weeks." Link groaned, slumping against a wall now.
"And we still need to get plates." Robin added.
"...Wanna just get plastic ones and say we couldn't find proper ones?" Link asked, smiling and laughing.
"At least they won't break...And I hope they don't get picked up by a crazy bike thief." Robin laughed with him.
"And these are?" Ganon asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two boys.
"Plastic plates." Link answered with a proud nod.
"Alright…" Ganon said before taking a deep breath, "And I'm assuming you got these plates because in the space of one night the entire world lost its entire resources and can no longer make china or porcelain, right?"
"Ganon!" Link said dramatically, holding his hands over his heart like he had been stabbed, "I'm hurt that you think this purchase wasn't made using 100% of my brain power."
"I'd be more offended if anyone ever thought I bought plastic plates for adults using my brain." Ganon retorted.
"Listen, listen." The hero began to explain, "We bought these plates only because we smashed some, right? So I thought, what if we just bought plates which don't smash? That way, we never have to replace these again and me and Robin don't need to go back into the city in our pyjamas again, genius right?"
Ganon simply sighed and walked past the boys, telling them to just drop the plates off at the kitchen and to apologise to the staff for their disruptions. Once the boys had done that they found their way to the social space where the usual crowd of adolescents, plus one or two faces that weren't there yesterday.
"We're home~." Link sung happily, skipping over towards Zelda.
Robin meanwhile fell onto the nearest bean-bag he could with the biggest sigh in his record history of sighs.
"You seem exhausted, all you did was buy plates right?" Lucina interrogated, raising an eyebrow at the boy.
"Uh-huh." Robin grumbled sleepily, "But it was just a long day."
"Did you guys pick up my post?" Marth asked, tapping his foot on the floor.
"Oh, yeah." Link said, passing him the plastic bag delicately.
"What did you get Marth?" Zelda asked, looking at the sizeable box curiously.
"Well, my room seemed a little plain, not enough colour. So I asked for my family to send me something to brighten it up and they've sent me a priceless family heirloom that-what. The. Fuck." Marth enunciated every sharp syllable as clearly as possible before scowling at Link, "How?"
"Well some things happened and the finger trap broke, so we kinda dropped it when that happened." He explained.
Robina could only laugh, clutching her sides while the swordsman cycled through breathing exercises to hold him back from killing the Hylian.
"It's what you get for trusting him with a simple task." Sheik said bluntly, "I wouldn't even trust him to make me dry toast."
"Oh you're here now as well, are you?" Link pouted while looking at the bandaged girl.
"And thankfully you were out all day, so I've had a nice and peaceful one." She said, sipping her tea and leaning on Ike's arm.
"Whatever." Link huffed, sitting cross-legged on the floor now, "Did I miss anything while I was out?"
"Well you just missed another round of video-game thrashing from the Mii kid." Robina giggled.
"Sam." Lucina corrected.
"Yeah, him." Robina grumbled.
"Honestly, after all the mario tennis matches I kinda want him to lose his first match." Ike laughed, "It'd make a nice change."
"You're terrible!" Lucina said with cutting words.
"I was kidding!" Ike chuckled in defence, "I'm sure he'll be fine, but still if he's against Pit even if I was actually rooting against him I doubt I'd have to worry."
"Why?" Link asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy.
"Well like…" Ike said, looking around awkwardly, "Well he's not that confident in his abilities and I'm not looking down on him for it, but he is just a Mii."
The group of teens around him all sort of nodded in union. While they had gained some respect for him that morning and even reassured him, they didn't expect him to be able to do much in the match except try. Which was good enough for the blue flame swordsman to like him.
"Well that's dumb." Link said bluntly, "He's obviously going to win."
"And what makes you think that?" Lucina asked, puzzled by how straight Link was being for once.
"Because, he's here isn't he?" He asked, "Like, in 'Smash On!'."
"Well, yes but-." Palutena was saying.
"Then he'll win." Link said with a confident nod, "And I'll cheer for him if no-one else does."
"Is he a close friend of yours?" Zelda asked, looking at her boyfriend with interest, "You only met him yesterday, right?"
"Yeah, but we're the same." Link replied, "No one really thinks I'll do well against the likes of Bayonetta or even some of the newcomers but, you guys hope I do. And I've seen it in his eyes, he'd hope I do well no matter the opponent, he has the courage to believe. So I'll believe in him too."
"Well, let's wait and see then." Marth said with a smirk, "I'd be willing to make a fun bet out of this."
"Whatever." Link yawned, standing up and turning to Zelda, "You coming to bed?"
"I'll follow after you in a bit." The girl replied.
The hero then kissed her cheek and made his exit as Ike changed over television to the local news channel.
"Woah look, someone's been arrested." He announced.
"Earlier today a crazy impromptu street race seemed to occur in central Smashville." The news-anchor began to talk, "Though two suspects are unnacounted for, one suspect police were able to catch is the infamous underground street racer and organiser, Mach Rider."
The footage on the TV then cut to shots of the police dragging in the arrested rider while he tried to thrash about, shouting something about an invitation letter while the police simply ignored him.
While Link and Robin had reunited with the rest of the group, Sam had parted moments earlier to go get a shower and head off to bed. Deja-vu seemed to hit him as he turned the corner and leaning against his door was the blonde woman from the night before.
"Oh, Samus." He said while coming closer and bowing respectfully, "Hello."
She wasn't alone this time though, with her was another newcomer Sam had seen before now too. His name and face had been splashed all over discussion boards with mostly negative opinions circulating, and that was of course the heel pokemon, Incineroar. Sam gave a similar bow and greeting to the pokemon too.
"You don't have to be so formal." Samus chuckled, "We're not exactly your superiors or anything."
"I like it!" Incineroar laughed, "It's showing of a burning passion and respect!"
Sam looked up and blinked as he swore he understood what the pokemon was saying. His eyes were drawn towards a collar around the feline pokemon's neck which seemed to be emitting a low electronic buzz, he assumed it was some sort of translator.
"S-sorry!" Sam shot up rigidly while apologising which only made the pokemon laugh again.
"It's fine." Samus said, giving him a kind smile, "I just wanted you to know that I managed to pull a few strings and your match has been pushed back two days and we'll have a veteran battle take place the day you were supposed to be fighting."
"Thank you so much!" Sam said gratefully, about to say more when Samus cut in first.
"And, while I know you've committed yourself to the fight and improving yourself for it...I figured you might need a little confidence boost and training when it came to hand to hand combat." She continued, pointing to Incineroar now, "So for the next five days you'll go on a special training camp with this guy."
"I'm going to turn you into the bestest, rowdiest, burliest, most sensational, stupendous, revolutionary fighter in all of Smash, and imma only do it, in five days. With burning passion!" He roared while striking a pose.
"Yes, quite." Samus said with a total lack of enthusiasm, "So this is your chance to keep your word to me. When you go on that stage, I don't want to feel an ounce of pity for you, understood?"
"Yes ma'am!" Sam yelled with a nod, "When do we start."
"Right now." Incineroar said, picking the boy up and carrying him on his shoulder.
As the confused boy began to squirm in the pokemon's arms the woman simply smiled and shouted that she'd send him some replacement clothes. At this point, she honestly didn't know what to think. She'd seen the footage of him fight, and even with his sword or gun, he honestly only gave him a 25% chance he'd win against the angel. But now, with the passion inside him and Incineroar's training, even if he was using his hands, she's much more willing to give him a 50/50 chance in her mind of victory. Who knew. After it was said and done she shrugged and headed off into the manor, the gym was always waiting for her.
One thing that was a key component of the original Smash On was the side adventures often Link would get involved in and drag people into. And while I dont think this was as good as things used to be, it's nice to go back and try to write a comical story. So please let me know what you think and we'll see you next friday!