Super Smash Bros.: The First Year
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Hi peeps! Been ages since I last uploaded a chapter, sorry about that :/ Just been very busy lately, but I'll try and upload as regularly as possible. I do reply to reviews usually so don't be scared to leave a little praise….or criticism, idc tbh xD
Master Hand had no logical idea as to who really "controlled" him, and for the moment, it didn't bother him either.
He would have had reason to be concerned, however. Of course, he was knitted in the womb of a great game creator's very depths of the brain, but somehow, he still felt...restrained. He had free will, freedom, no bosses or anyone to dictate his thoughts. Yet something was working the strings that manipulated him. He just felt it, at random times, and who knew why.
But he'd known about the plot that would be in operation that very night.
It was now about one year since the Smashers had been at the Manor, and so life was pretty much routine there - for the warriors and Master Hand himself. Depending on each Smasher's training/fighting schedule, the pale-skinned hand was forced to endure about 3 battles on average each day. He would win, he would lose. He'd be strong, he'd be weak, and etcetera. An interminable lifestyle it was.
The Master once found a mysterious note that birthed a plethora of questions in his head. No name or signature was present, and he'd remembered clearing his desk. Definitely. And a second when he'd turned away it had seemed to magically appear. Master Hand strode towards it and snatched it up from the desk.
I want you to know you're not in charge of the things here.
He shuddered and screwed his face up at the note like a scrunched piece of paper. Storming away as he violently threw the damned piece of paper into his bin. But he seemed to have a feeling about what it could mean, and what damage it could do to him and his life.
And it was THEIR fault, and they were going to pay.
The Master rushed into the portal room, ignoring the guardian's inquiries. He dashed towards the central portal, the pathway to Dreamland. No longer would the world be such a utopia of wonder and joy. Damn them, he thought. In fury he unleashed his scream and dark colours of all sorts exploded out of his fingertips, poisoning the Dreamland Kirby hailed from. The periwinkle perfection of the sky twisted and turned as a sourly coloured cloud formed, sucking everything like a vacuum. But that wasn't all. He somehow shifted the portal to not point at Dreamland, but at the Mindfulness. That was the universe that was so famous for the creation of everything in the Nettiverse. Where all the "real" humans inhabited Earth, a place only a few characters in Pastors knew of. They told wonderful stories that all differed from one another, since most games had been set in the Future and were nothing like our Earth. That was where they would go. Banished forever, never to return. They didn't deserve his importance.
But who knows if that's where they really went?
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Sorry this is a bit short, there honestly wasn't much for me to tell...Yeah, you probably thought they were in a TV, because they were talking about wires and stuff, but SUSPENSE TIME! I'm not telling you where they went until people figure it out. Oh, and please check out my profile page, there's a poll there and I only have one vote ':D I need answers because I have this other idea I want to write and I don't know if I should start it now or wait till this is finished. Don't forget to review! Oh, and I'm on Wattpad now too, I'll put some of my new idea on there and then here too. BAIIIII