As an apology for getting chapter 3 out so late, here's chapter 4! This chapter will be very plot-heavy, but some of the chapter after this will be more comedic than the story's been so far. Thanks for the support!
At the Isle of Generations...
"So how exactly does this thing work?" Bowser groaned, ticked off by the weight and current uselessness of the Fiend's Scale. "We can't do anything with this hunk 'a junk. Can't even weigh myself."
"First off, calm down; we need this scale. It can allow us to intensify the strength of our forces. All we need is at least a fraction of the Master Core's energy." Ganondorf explained.
"But we'd need to revive Master Hand for that. That damn cretin Tabuu showed him the door."
"Yes, true, but all we need to do is get a Smash Ball. The large influx of energy from shattering one will be enough to bring our master back from the grave."
"'Large influx?' Ha, look at Ganon here! He's been using the ol' thesaurus! Hah...*ahem* Well, if a Smash Ball is all we need, I've got one right here." Bowser said, pulling the lustrous sphere from his shell.
"My, my, how convenient. Give it here!" Ganondorf grabbed the Smash Ball from Bowser's claws, and crushed it in his hand. "Gah...! The power...is really, really strong! Gotta do this...real quick!" Ganondorf choked out, the Smash Ball's energy making him hazy and wobbly.
"M-my master, hear my words! It is I, Ganondorf, the King of Evil! I have need for your strength! Come back to us! We need your powers of creation! Come to us! COME BACK!" At this point, Ganondorf screamed, the energy exploding out and forming a cloud of light. This light opened an ominous portal, and out came Master Hand's corpse, glove tattered and dirty. The portal closed, and the energy seeped into Master Hand, healing him and reanimating him.
"GRAAAAAGH! Ngh...rrgh...who...how...wait! B-bowser? Ganondorf?" Master Hand stuttered, consciousness returning to him in waves.
"Welcome back, Master."
The next day...
Ignoring Snake's warnings, Wolf snuck out during the soldier's daily glute workouts and was off to Battlefield, or the Isle of Generations, as the Subspace Army called it. When he got there, he only saw two other people, Luigi and Ghirahim.
"I hate being a lousy Assist Trophy! I'll show those neck-breathing know-it-alls the extent of my potential!" Ghirahim snickered to himself as he scrawled out his signature on the forms, licking his lips quite creepily in the process. Luigi was completely silent, filling out the forms with an ambiguous purpose. It was now Wolf's turn to sign up.
The forms were quite official looking for an army with such a horrible reputation. Some of the first questions were no-brainers. "What is your age?" "On a scale from one to ten, how athletic would you rate yourself?" "Have you fought in a previous Smash Bros. tournament?" Some of the later questions were a bit unnerving. "Do you find delight in killing?" "Do you enjoy using weaponry?" "Is your family still alive?"
Wolf still answered the questions truthfully, even if they were a tad creepy. He'd have to explain his absences at home, though, especially to Snake.
"Ridley. We're good pals. He'll stick up for me." Wolf thought, remembering that Ridley owned a small business and was a reputable stock broker. Wolf figured he could get Ridley to fabricate a story to cover up Wolf's disappearances.
And so he did. Although the purple space dragon refused to lie, he eventually gave in and made a fake job account and records for Wolf. "Great, now Snake will never find out." Wolf thought, even though in his heart he knew he was not doing the right thing.
"So why exactly did you two revive me? I was actually having a good time in the afterlife, you know." Master Hand asked.
"We need power from the Master Core. We're bringing back the Subspace Army." Bowser said bluntly.
"...I'm sorry, but...if you need the Master Core, the energy from summoning it will make me very weak, and I won't be able to help you. You'll be on your own." Master Hand muttered, clenching his fist. "I'm fine if you need to do it, but just keep this in mind."
"Understood, Master. Please help us, just this once."
"Affirmative. Give me a moment." Master Hand's glove then ripped open, and a black mass of dark energy torrented out from the hole. After the energy stopped flowing out, Master Hand grabbed it, encasing it in a crystallized, Smash Ball-like container. He held out the orb. "This is the Master Core. Inside is a malicious entity known as the Swarm. If you need to release the Swarm, do so only in the most important situations. I wish you both good luck. We shall meet again soon..."
And with that, Master Hand left to his home at Final Destination. Ganondorf and Bowser looked at the Master Core, speechless.
"I can feel the power." Bowser said. "Let's get this scale working, and our army back in business. Time to rule the world!"
"Couldn't have said it better." Ganondorf cheered. They put the Master Core on the Fiend's Scale, and trophies of various enemies they'd saved from those years ago. The scale gleamed, and soon, the invincible Subspace Army would be upon the world.
END OF CHEEEAPTER!
Whew. Really wanted to get another chapter out, seeing as I had nothing to do today, and so, here is an extra long chapter. Hopefully I get the chapters longer in general, because I had a feeling that it was a big complaint with the story so far. After this, I'll start focusing on our heroes' quest for new jobs. Until next time!