Author's Note: This chapter ended unexpectedly for me. Meh, there's some. . . blood. Kinda sorta. Feel free to tell me any grammar/spelling mistakes, too. And, uh, I'm already running out of chapter title ideas, as you might soon notice.

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Heavenly Arrival

I opened my eyes. What I saw before my eyes, I wasn't sure how to really describe. Maybe it was the beautiful foliage with small flowers peeking up from random spots. Maybe it was the amount of people I saw just hanging around. Or maybe it was the enormous building that looked like it could house someone's entire family from daughter to mother-in-law to great, great grandmother. Something about the sight of such an enormous building made me want to explore it; I just couldn't stop fidgeting.

But eventually my attention was captured by the figures near the building. I say figures because some weren't actual humans. One of them didn't even look like an actual living thing. There was a sort of short, slightly pudgy little critter, kind of like a yellow mouse with red cheeks that made me think that it could probably electrocute somebody if provoked. I could hear someone shouting at someone, and it turned out to be someone wearing green clothing whom I thought looked entirely human, but those elf-like ears he had made me think otherwise. He was yelling at some dark skinned fellow. Something about that guy gave me the creeps, and he was shouting back some colorful words at the elf dude. Between the two was what looked like a princess with ears like the elf, and she looked extremely annoyed at the two that were arguing.

I had no clue what they were arguing about, but it was probably about the princess. Looking away, I saw a small, odd looking fellow wearing what looked like a spacesuit, and he was whistling at these small colorful critters with a leaf, bud, or flower on their heads. I think he was giving commands to them. Then I noticed two beings there that interested me the most.

It was a black, 2-dimensional being. He had a slightly humanoid shape to him and he had a thick, gray outline. It looked as if he came directly out of a retro game. When eh walked, he made a weird noise, kind of like a beep. But the other was human from what I could see. I wasn't sure why he made me interested in who he was.

His hair was a sort of a deep blue and it was kind of messy yet spiky, held up by a black, tattered bandana. His outfit made me think of a soldier, and he was holding a long, yellow blade. The blade gave me a sense of heat, almost as if he could set me on fire if he wanted to. Those eyes of his nearly pierced me. I wasn't sure how to explain it, but it was as if those sapphire blue eyes could pierce my very soul. And no one seemed to notice him; he was standing a good distance away from everyone, avoiding the gaze of all those that looked at him, and not saying a word. I thought that at first, he looked up and saw me, but it happened so briefly, I thought I imagined it.

But it was just something about him that made my eyes linger on his face for a few seconds longer than I intended, and I quickly looked away as Master Hand started to talk.

"Welcome, everyone, to the third Super Smash Bros. Tournament," he announced, his voice so loud, everyone could hear him, even if they were inside the building. "You have been invited because of your skills, for your heroic deeds, and for the help you have provided to those of your homeland. But as I'm sure some of you know, some of you have been the opposite of good. I'll leave you to find out why you have been invited."

Some of the others started talking among themselves about what Master Hand had said. Some of them probably hadn't done any heroic deeds, probably none at all. The only reason I could think of was that they were here because of their skills.

Before I could think of other reasons, Master Hand then said, "Why don't you explore the place? Veterans of Super Smash Bros., there are new features here that you may find interesting. As for the newcomers, the entire mansion is free for you to explore!" Then he led the way into the mansion, as he called it. The room he led us into looked like a semi-fancy living room.

The floor was a honey brown color that was covered in numerous spots with a soft red rug. There were some chairs scattered around the large room. Near the center of the room was a soft, velvety couch that sat in front of a TV about the length of the couch. It had a few pillows of varying colors on it. There was a staircase near the back of the room, near an open door. On the other three sides of the room were open doorways that led to long hallways, except one door was closed. Maybe it led to the kitchen, because I could smell something warm and sweet coming form that direction.

It smelled kind of like cookies. I wasn't all that hungry, but the smell tempted me. Then something hit me; where was my stuff? I noticed some of the others heading upstairs with a key in their hands. I was about to wonder where they got the key, when I got a tap on the shoulder.

I turned around to see that it was the green-clothed elf. He had a smile on his face, and two keys in one hand.

"You're new here, aren't you?" he said. "I'm Link, Hero of Time. What's your name?" Then he held out his hand to me.

I hesitated a bit before I answered. "I'm Pit, Hero of Skyworld," I replied, before taking his hand and shaking it. "This is a, uh, big place," I said, looking around a bit at the spacious living room.

Link chuckled a bit and said, "Yeah, it's a pretty big place. I got lose here my first time here. Took me a few days to find my way around without asking one of the Hands for help!"

"One of the Hands?" I asked. I didn't know that there was more than one, erm, Hand.

Link told about Master Hand's brother, Crazy Hand, with a slight chuckle. As the name implied, Crazy Hand was. . . crazy. But he was still sane, in a way. Then Link led me upstairs to where our room was, which was the seventh floor. When we were on that floor though, I started thinking about the Underworld. Then it became a thought about seven layers of Hell.

I closed my eyes for a bit, thinking about that. Seven layers. Each one worse than the last. I could almost see the blood-stained, tortured bodies, battered and broken. Rivers of dark red blood ran everywhere, filling the air with its thick, heavy scent that nearly choked me. All of a sudden, I couldn't breathe, and splotches of red filled my view.

Something wrong must've happened to me, because when I opened my eyes, I was in a place I didn't recognize. Above me was a white ceiling with a dull light shining down on me that made my head hurt, so I closed my eyes. I could feel a soft, yet firm bed underneath me. My throat felt dry and cracked, as if I hadn't had any water for days. There was a slight coppery scent that burned my nose. The coppery taste of blood in my mouth made me want to throw up.

What happened to me? How did I end up here? And where was I?

A wave of dizziness hit me before I could answer myself, and I fell into unconsciousness.