Disclaimer: I don't own SSBB, SSBM, SSB, or any of Nintendo's characters, franchises, etc...
my little Christmas gift to you. Short and evil, but I'm tired. And I'm listening to Shallow Bay, not that you cared. But, I will get the next chapter up by the end of break, so don't worry.
Déja vu
Where...am I...? What happened...
It hurt to think even that much. Trying to contain his headache, Jaye kept his eyes shut and tried to remember.
Young Link beating Toon Link...the unusual friendship of Pichu and Mewtwo...Mewtwo. And then that stupid stun-glare thing that had knocked him and was probably the reason Jaye's brain felt like it pounded with its own heart beat, his head hurt that bad. And thanks to Mewtwo, Jaye was probably in the middle of nowhere.
The telltale click of a doorknob, the accompanying squeak of an opening door, and the following weak orange beam of incandescent light hurt even though Jaye had kept his eyes screwed shut. On instinct, he groaned and turned his head away from the source of pain.
Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet being placed on his forehead. A washcloth.
"Pichu Pichu?"
Jaye's eyes flew open in surprise, a move he almost immediately regretted. He turned to see the little mouse thankfully in the shadows, offering the Trainer a cup of water and an aspirin. Jaye took them gratefully and after downing the cup of water in one gulp, asked, "Where am I?" He had intended his voice to be firm, but it came out confused and raspy. Sitting up, he noticed that he was wrapped in blankets and actually rather comfortable. So, even the rebel group had some kindness...
For explanation, Pichu said, "Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu Pichu."
Jaye blinked twice before sighing. "I didn't understand anything you said, you know."
Pichu tilted his head in confusion before running to the next room on all fours. Jaye watched the little mouse until he was out of sight from the doorway. A moment passed before Pichu returned with Meowth.
"So, you're wondering what's going on," Meowth said.
Jaye nodded.
Meowth continued. "Well, from what we know you heard, you found out that there is an uprising. And we're a part of it. Some people who weren't selected to return from Melee to Brawl got...upset. And people who deserve to be in Super Smash Bros, well, they're just impatient. I sympathized with the Omnipresent, because I understand how they feel. We don't want to kick everyone from Brawl out, though."
"Then what was with Toon Link?" Jaye asked, frowning.
"Unavoidable. Then there would be three Links," Meowth explained simply. "We want to share the spotlight in Brawl. Not take it. We don't want the place to fall apart."
"Everyone's mad about the whole Toon Link-Young Link thing, though," Jaye said. "And everyone already knows that something's up. I may be the only one, but now that I've disappeared, it won't be long before everyone else realizes that there's this group down here." He allowed smugness to color his voice. "So, even if you do let me go, everyone will find out, and then we'll stop you."
"We won't be stopped."
Meowth, Pichu, and Jaye all looked up as Mewtwo glided over from the door.
Jaye glared at him. "Bastard."
"Do you think I was about to just let you go after you had found out about the Omnipresent?" Mewtwo asked.
"The Omnipresent? That's what you're calling yourselves?" Jaye scoffed. "Not very terrifying."
"That's not its point," Mewtwo said. "It means that no matter what anyone does, we will always be here, ready to fight again. I highly doubt that you can understand how angry and upset it makes someone when they find out they are "retired". You feel let down and hopeless at first. You've been replaced. You are not necessary, not unique. Dispensable. maybe it's egocentric, but we were all loved and admired when we fought, and now we have all faded into obscurity. Just ask Pichu."
The mouse visibly deflated, saddened by his memories of when Master Hand had told him he would not be part of Brawl, at all. Pichu sighed.
Though he wouldn't let it show, this Jaye actually felt sympathy inside. But he frowned and turned to Mewtwo. "Well, if all you want to do is be a Smasher again, you're not doing it right. Instead of fighting and abduction," he said scathingly, "you could try asking the Hands, or trying out for the next game. When you replace people, they'll just want to do what you're doing to get back in."
"Toon Link is practically Young Link's clone. He is Young Link's clone. And he's only one person. He can't do much of anything. We weren't even going to replace anyone else," Mewtwo said calmly. "We only want to get back in. You haven't been abandoned yet, but it's a horrible feeling. The feeling that you mean nothing, that you have a pointless existence. It leaves you empty, hollow, a useless shell."
Jaye blinked. He hadn't thought about it that way. This was the greatest chance he had been given in his lifetime, and if he had been treated that way...
He turned to Pichu, who was still wallowing in misery. He was nothing compared to Pikachu after all. He was a joke. A defunct shadow.
Brawl may have been his greatest break, but Jaye knew where his strongest loyalties lay. With his Pokémon.
"Maybe..." he said slowly, "Maybe I can help."
There was no shortage of stares as the two Twili walked off the train and out of the station. It was impossible for them not to attract attention, with their abnormal height, even taller than Ganondorf. Not to mention their strange skin colors and clothes, and the fact that they were arguing about something at the top of their lungs. Something about "winning" and "beating you every time". By the time they had arrived at the Smash Mansion, they had gathered quite a crowd around them.
As they entered the Mansion, everything fell silent.
"Where is Master Hand's office?" Midna demanded of a very terrified Lucas. Shaking, he pointed down a hall to his left.
"Thank you!" Midna said brightly, losing her evil aura in a second. She walked down the hall without a backwards glance, Zant following her, laughing quietly.
They gathered another good-sized crowd as the two Twili made their way to the office, earning wary looks from some people and dropped jaws from others. When a certain Hylian Hero turned a corner and bumped into an onlooker, Link almost fell backwards. "M-Midna?! What are you doing here?!"
"I can't let you have all the fun!" she said tersely, shoving everyone aside and barging into Master Hand's office.
Master Hand had been trying to catch up on work yet again when Midna kicked the door open. He looked up and saw a very determined-looking Twili and a very evil-looking madman staring down at him.
"What? What is it now?" he asked, in a weary, irritated voice.
"We want to try out for Super Smash Bros Brawl," Zant said in a slow, slippery voice.
Master Hand froze. Again? Dear gods, what is the world coming to? I can't get a decent amount of work done, and now everybody is going to want to join Brawl thanks to Young Link's little stunt... I'm going to have to talk to him later...
"Crazy!" Master Hand yelled.
Crazy flew in through the wall, startling all the Smashers and Midna and Zant and covering the Twili with sheetrock dust. "Yes?! Yes?! What do you need?!"
"These two want to try and join Brawl. You deal with it. I have paperwork!" Master Hand growled. Paperwork... his arch nemesis...
Crazy Hand turned to face Midna and Zant, pondering what to do with them. He was actually quite a clever hand, even if he was... hyper. He knew that there was trouble in the Mansion. If they were going to do a Young Link, two could play at that game...
Link was busy trying to talk them out of it. "You guys! We already have a lot of trouble going on here anyway! Young Link already beat Toon Link for his position, and apparently Roy and Lyn are acting weird too! Don't do this!"
"Link, stop trying to keep us out of everything," Midna said, waving his worries away.
This only made Link red in the face. "Me?! Keeping you out of everything?! You'rethe one who didn't tell me you were the Twilight Princess and that Zant was a complete loony!" he yelled accusingly.
"How dare you?!" Zant yelled, forming a ball of dark magic in front of him.
"I know!" Crazy Hand suddenly said, making everyone jump.
"What...?" Link asked hesitantly.
Crazy Hand ignored them, facing Zant and Midna. "You two want to be Smashers?"
Midna slowly said "Yeah...." while Zant, annoyed, said, "Didn't we make that clear before?"
If Crazy Hand had a face, there would have been a very evil grin on his face. "Then fight each other for the job."
Ooh. Cliffie. I love cliffies.
I feel obliged to explain that school positively attacked since last update. Three essay/research paper thingies along with all your other classes doesn't leave much time to do anything...
Oh, who am I kidding. I am positively evil for not updating in two months...
Also, if any of you have read my Gone Fishing series in the Legend of Zelda section (Gone Fishing, Gone Fishing 2: How it Really Went Down, Gone Fishing 3: Link's Final Stand, and Gone Fishing: The Fishing Failure Chronicles), I am planning on making one final fishing story after the Chronicles are completed. It will be in the Super Smash Bros section, titled The Fishing Tourney.
Hmmm... if you review, I ask you to include something this time around. who should win, Midna or Zant, and why?
I'm gonna go play Twilight Princess... CUZ I OWN IT, FINALLY!!! WHOOO!!!
