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64 ARC, CHAPTER 7
James woke up, threating to punch the disclaimer. All aside, it was a good day. He woke up, and watered his plants. Although, he thought he heard one of them say 'Howdy!' Huh? Oh well. He wasn't DETERMINED to find out.
Please don't punch me. Please. Pretty please. Good.
All Undertale jokes aside, I'm determined to finish this chapter. Okay, okay, I'll really stop.
Anyway. James ran down to the first floor, into the cafe. There he shivered. Either it was the cold, or, his theory, someone was watching him. He spun around, but the only thing he saw was the walls, the tables, and Master Hand, who wasn't aware of James' presence. Still... some was WAS watching.
He strolled on over to the table humming "Gaster's Theme".
He sat down, and noticed Master Hand writing a letter.
Dear Marth of Fire Emblem...
Fire Emblem?
"James," Master Hand suddenly spoke. Although he didn't notice, the shock made me pull out my sword.
"I see you noticed this letter. Yes, Fire Emblem..." Before I asked Master Hand how he knew, he replied, "You still muse." I frowned. Whenever I mused, I kind of give away my ideas... Bad habit.
"Marth from Fire Emblem... She, he? Still not sure. But anyway, Marth is coming for the next tournament. This is to give her time to plan. Also, I think you met out more of our little friends... He's behind you."
I turned around, and saw no one. "Wave your arm, you might hit him." Doing so, I knocked someone to the ground.
"Meet Mr. Game and Watch." When the small black, shadow, thingy got up, he let out a series of beeps.
"What's he saying, Master Hand?" James asked.
Master Hand somehow frowned. "I don't think I should translate that..."
In Ylisse,
Marth read the letter.
Dear Marth of Fire Emblem,
I have acknowledged your existence, and have studied your history. You are a perfect candidate for the famous Smash Bros. tournament. If you wish, you may reply to this letter asking for the rules. I, in short, require three special attacks, one of which must give decent vertical distance. The rest of the attacks have to be just normal attacks. Apologies if this is rather limited. Also, I hope to have some form of battle arena, dedicated to your home. Note due to small time, this might not be possible. Our stage developer is also a contestant, limited his time to design the stage. Please reply to join by September 1st, 2000.
Sincerely, Master Hand.
Marth looked in confusion. 2000... It was 1999... Early, 1999... Odd. Marth sighed. He had seen some Smash battles on TV. No one knew about said TV, but she did watch Smash Bros. time to time. Considering the oddness of some stuff, she wouldn't be surprised if 2000 was intended. Oh well. He went upstairs to write the letter. After all, who would turn down this opportunity...
