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Now on with the story!
Ike smiled. Was it really just a few hours ago that he was standing on the other side of this door? How his life had changed since then! He wondered if the Smasher on the other side of the door knew how their life would change.
Pit opened the door. Ike saw a black haired, hat-wearing Pokémon Trainer standing on the steps. Pit smiled widely and turned on his stereo. The Pokémon theme song blasted out of the speakers. Ike yelled at Pit to turn it off, but the angel didn't seem to hear him. Ike tried to yell over the music and he failed. The Pokémon Trainer was smirking widely while trying to hold in his laughter. Finally, the music ended. Ike turned to the amused trainer and held out his hand.
"I'm Ike, and the angel next to me is Pit. We're both new here."
The Pokémon Trainer shook his hand and responded. "Red."
Pit smiled his angelic smile and told Red to "come in, we're having dinner!" Red followed, bringing in his luggage behind him. He grabbed his food and sat down with them. Ike didn't remember much about lunch, except that it was fun. The whole time Pit talked animatedly about some meaningless subject, Ike was laughing really hard, and even the Pokémon Trainer commented. That and the super delicious chicken. Ike made a mental note to steal some later from the kitchen.
He was quite sad when dinner was over, because they were ordered to go to their rooms straightaway, to get some sleep. Tomorrow, the Brawl list will be posted, and they will be able to see who their first match is against. Ike said goodnight to Pit and Red, and walked upstairs.
Ike changed into his pj's and began to unpack. He pulled out a bulletin board with some pictures of his friends from back home. He sighed. He hoped for their safety, and that they were happy too. Ike hung it on the wall, wondering if someday, pictures of him, Pit, and Red would adorn it too.
It was then that Marth walked in. He had already changed into his pj's and looked quite sleepy. Ike was then reminded of his incoming first Brawl. What if it was someone from a Melee? Even worse, what if it was one of the original twelve? He would be at a major disadvantage then. Ike climbed into his bed and settled down between the sheets. Marth, sensing his anxiousness, decided to reassure him.
"Don't worry, newbies are always paired with each other." Marth turned off the lights. The room was now pitch black.
"Goodnight, Ike."