Confronting the Issue

A Super Smash Brothers Fanfic

By: Super Smasher

"Attention, please. All passengers, attention please. We are now at the Nintendo City Limits. We shall be arriving at the bus garage in about fifteen minutes. Make sure you have all personal belongings with you before exiting the vehicle. Thank you for riding with us. As if you had much of a choice! Hahahahaha!"

Shy Guy hung the microphone back up near the transistor, and gazed absently backwards in the mirror. The girls were slowly coming around, come of them stretching out of uncomfortable positions, others peeling their faces away from the windows. But once they became cognizant of the world around them, there was one emotion that pervaded the bus: awe.

The highrises of Nintendo City surrounded them. Skyscraper after skyscraper went past, bathed in an early morning glow. Questions escaped from the lips of the onlookers, mostly subconsciously.

"Amazing."

"How do they stay up? Is it magic?"

"I feel like they're gonna fall on me..."

"Oooooo..."

The bus driver laughed to himself, eliciting a few vengeful stares. "Those are called skyscrapers. And they're not held up by magic. At least, not the normal ones, anyways." He stared at the road ahead. The street was mostly empty, except for a few early birds out and about. The morning rush had not yet started. Traveling was easy, for the time being.

Whrrrr....Clunk.

Grabbing the energy drink from the receptacle in the vending machine, Kamon Smash popped the lid and devoured about half of the contents before handing the rest to Pichu, who was half-asleep as it was. The bus garage was a lonely place. A few pieces of paper littered the grounds, but there was not much else to speak of. The mechanic took a seat on a bench next to the small Pokémon. It wouldn't be much longer, now.

As if on cue, a lone bus rolled into the south end of the lot, rolling to a stop a few feet away. Kamon could see Shy Guy through the windows, and several figures were stretching and collecting belongings in the back. Motioning for Pichu to follow, he quickly strode up to the bus doors, and waited for them to open. "Shy Guy! What's going on?! Hope you don't mind this, being on such short notice and all..."

"Not at all!" The creature replied. "Although, to be honest, I wasn't expecting to see you, Kamon. I was thinking Kevin would be here."

"Thanks. No, he and Mewtwo flew out for Central about an hour ago. They should be schmoozing with the Commission by now."

"I see. Alrighty then. Take good care of these girls, you hear?"

"Fine. Where are these lumps of sunshine, anyways?" It was only a couple seconds more before the girls clambered down the steps of the bus and into the crisp air of Nintendo City. They gazed around for a second, before focusing on the Smash Brother. "Welcome to Nintendo City and the Super Smash Brothers! My name is Kamon Smash, head of Technology for the tournaments. Basically, that mean I'm the only person who knows how to fix the Holorena. Anyways, let's get going. Before we do anything, we need to get your physical examinations out of the way."

As he sat in the flowerbeds of the Smash Mansion, R.O.B. despised the fact that he couldn't feel anything. He was a machine, not able to touch, smell, taste. Devoid of senses, he was bathed in sorrow. To make matters worse, he had the first match of the day, against Metaknight, of all people. Suddenly, his field of vision quickly flew downwards. This obviously meant that something had struck him from behind.

"Sorry, R.O.B.!"

The robot turned around. A newspaper was lying a couple feet away, and at the end of the drive, he could see Young Link on his bicycle, delivering newspapers. He took a minute to compose himself, then picked the paper up and headed back inside the Mansion. Heading for the kitchen, he spied Ness and King Dedede eating breakfast. He rolled over, and handed the news to the obese King, who accepted it.

At this point, Ike wandered into the cafeteria, with a bad case of bedhead. Ness laughed. "Got up a little weary today? You look like you were partying last night."

"You mean you slept through the music?" Ike muttered, heading for the serving line, where he grabbed a tray from Chef Kawasaki. "I thought we had the entire Mansion up, not just Marth and Ganondorf."

King Dedede snorted into his cereal. "You guys weren't the only ones up. I hear Mr. Game and Watch was hosting his own shindig down at Assist Acres. I think those two were the only ones left here to complain!" Ike grumbled, grabbing a couple pieces of bacon. He set his tray down next to R.O.B. and began to stock up for the day. Energy would be an absolute necessity.

"And what about the newcomers? I heard you know one of them, Ike." Ness said, between bites of egg.

"Apparently so. Lucas has her name, but I haven't seen him around. I guess I'll just have to wait until they get here..."

Master Hand gazed outside. Another sunrise, another night of no sleep. Kamon should be meeting with the newcomers by now. Yawning, he returned to the stack of papers that needed his attention. Crazy chose this point to walk in.

"Brother. Do you have a minute?" Master Hand nodded, and Crazy hovered through the door. "Do you really think this was the best time to invite newcomers? The tournament will already be underway. They will not have a chance to compete. Also, most of the current Smashers will be ignoring them because of it. They may find it a bit harder to fit in than they hoped."

"This is unlike you. Are you telling me you're worried about the new combatants?"

"I have a soft spot for girls, so what?"

Sighing, Master Hand cracked his knuckles. "I'm aware the timing was off. But you realize it was the only thing we could do."

"More like the only thing you wanted to do." Crazy suggested. "You knew Kevin and Mewtwo were meeting the Commission today. You could have sent a message with them. We could have avoided bringing any newcomers in at all. We could have let the Forbidden Seven in." This elicited another sigh from the embodiment of creative spirit. "You're becoming too hasty, brother. And this letter..." he picked the EGC's informational envelope up. "It reeks of falsehood. Why would they send this to us, rather than dealing with this directly? Something doesn't make sense, and I intend to find out what." As his brother left the room, Master Hand gazed out the window again.

"The idiot. Does he think I don't know? That I didn't notice? Does he think we can do anything?" He turned back to his work. "No. Not yet. But soon...."