Chapter 10
"Hey, Martha! Heeey! Wake up." I opened my eyes to see Robin leaning over me.
"My name isn't Martha!" I snapped. "It's Marth!"
"Then why do you wear a crown, Princess Martha?" Robin teased.
"I wear that crown in my mother's honor! And, that's Prince Marth to you."
"Well, whatever. It's time for breakfast, dude." Robin yawned.
I got up, and changed out of my nightwear, and put on my gear, and cape. I put my sword in its sheath, and marched out of my room. Ike and Lucina were slashing swords in the hall.
"Good morning, Ike! Good morning, descendant of Marth!" I laughed.
Ike payed no attention to me, slicing and slashing away, as Lucina blocked every hit. Lucina turned for a split second to comment:
"Hey, Marth. How are you doing?"
As soon as Lucina turned back, Ike whacked her sword from her hands.
"No!" Lucina cried.
Ike put the tip of his powerful blade to Lucina's chest, mock-pinning her to the floor.
"Well, Lucina. I believe that's my one hundredth win against you." Ike proclaimed.
"What, do you want a cookie?" Lucina sighed.
Robin poked his head around the corner. "Young lady, an offering of a cookie is no laughing matter. If you ask that question, there'd better be some baking going down right soon." Robin chuckled, and took off down the hallway.
"Come on, Ike!" Lucina called, jabbing him in the ribs. "Let's go have some breakfast!" Ike and Lucina ran off.
I trailed close behind, and when we got the the dining room of Smash Hall, so many different emotions began at once. The smells of the food, combined with the simply enormous amount of people in the room at once, was absolutely crazy.
The four of us looked around for some chairs to sit at.
"Oh look, it's the Fire Emblem noobs here to frick up the battlefield." Falco whispered to Fox.
Ike spoke up, something he usually would never do. "What did you say?" Ike asked, unsheathing his sword.
"Oh, what a big sword!" Falco remarked. "Maybe you're compensating for something?"
"Oh, my god! You did not just go there!" Ike shouted. "Do you want to take this outside, huh? Do you?"
"Listen guys," said Fox. "Let's all just calm down and pretend all of this never happened. Just let it go."
"I'm not even going to make any awkward Disney jokes right now, just saying!" I said.
Suddenly, all the Pokémon came in at once. Pikachu, Charizard, Lucario, Greninja, and Jigglypuff. Pikachu was running around being his awesome self, bolting from seat to seat. Jigglypuff went to go get some food for the whole gang. Jigglypuff was wearing her pajamas, which was just a green hat that looks like a Santa hat if Santa was green.
"BLAAAAHH!" Charizard roared, who Flare Blitzed into Ike. I felt a giant wave of heat, and the blast knocked all of us out of our seats.
"Charizard!" I cried. "What did you do that for?"
Charizard just smirked, and turned away, flexing his wings.
"If you must resort to harming my friends to look cool, you'll get no sympathy from me." Ike frowned. "You are nothing but a weak animal, trying on his most primal instincts to be head of the pride."
Fox raised his head. "Sorry man, but see what you did? The entire mega-table is burning, and now nobody can have any breakfast."
Lucario had been leaning against the wall in the back, staying out of the situation. Lucario is certainly a spiritual guy, always out of things, just alone with his thoughts. Now, he spoke up. Well, Lucario didn't really speak, but he telepathically used his Aura to communicate.
"I will make you all some food. My ally, Charizard is not invited. Meet me in the Pokemon wing in twenty minutes precisely." Lucario used Extreme Speed, and whizzed off.
"Alright, let's go guys!" Robin called, dashing ahead with Lucina directly behind him.
"My stomach had better prepare itself." Ike chuckled.
I got caught up in a stream of characters wanting food. I was trampled by a Bowser-butt. I was then in the back of the line, trying to keep up. I was met by the Duck Hunt group, and I was very surprised how many people there were. I just thought Duck Hunt would be the dog only, but he had a whole parade behind him. A bird on his shoulder, a bunch of Mexican criminals, and some kid who hid his face, with a gray plastic gun with a red trigger.
"Hey, Duck Hunt! How've you been these days?" I waved. Duck Hunt dog giggled at me. The leader of the gunmen, a big fellow with a black beard, hit me on the back of the head.
"Señor idiota, you really think the dog is gon' talk to you? You one dumb fella!" the leader grumbled.
"Yeah!" shouted a lean gunman in the back. "I'll have you know Mr. Dog is doin' just fine!"
The mysterious kid with the NES Zapper tried shooting me with it. "Dang!" he cried out in a reedy voice. "I need a CRT TV for this thing to work!"
"Whatever guys," I sighed. "I'm gonna catch up with everyone else, my omelet got scorched." By now, everyone else was gone.
The lean man cracked his knuckles. "Oh no, Amigo mío, youse ain't goin' nowhere real quick."
The other grunts chuckled. The leader came forward to the front end of the pack. "Here's the deal Prince-y boy, your daughter Lucina is in a bit of a bind wit' us, you see."
"Well, she is more of my future descendant, far from daughter, we're almost 100 years apart. It's… complicated."
"Whatever. She owes almost a hundred cool million, one milli for every year you're apart, heh heh." he grumbled again.
"What ever for?" I asked.
"She ain't gon' be too happy with me for tellin' ya, but she owes a lot of ah.. tree money."
"I'm sorry sir, I don't understand. I believe I would know if Lucina had a tree." I whimpered.
"Oh, ho ho! It's a lot more than one tree, it's, y'know, whee-hoo." he whistled.
Well, I wasn't letting some gang extort money out of me, especially when I knew Lucina didn't owe them anything. I, Prince Marth, was not to be treated this way! I wavedashed down the hall.
"Hey!" the creepy Zapper kid yelled, chasing after me. The Wild Gunmen lifted up Duck Hunt dog as if he was a king and they were the tribe.
"Aw, it's no use boss!" the lean one whined. "We don't got no wavedashin' or nothing!"
I lost them, twisting and turning through hallways among hallways. Suddenly, I felt a stop. I had arrived at a large, white, empty room. I felt the temperature drop, fast. I swiveled around in fear. The hallway from which I came was gone. I was trapped in a white box.
Then, I sign popped up, a cedar wood sign. Carved into the wood, it read:
Prince Mars. This is your final destination. Help me! Help me! I was a man once. Here I rest, banned to this hellish realm. Here I lie, asking for even the tiniest sliver of your help. Please."
This couldn't be real. No. This sign was NOT here before! But, more words were burning into the sign when it thought I wasn't looking.
"Please! Please, oh me oh my! You are the only person to come here after an eternity! Here I am, slaving away, without a life of my own. Just... use your sword. Cut off this head of the sign. Then, slice your sword down the pole, as if you were Link, returning the Master Sword to its proper place. The choice is yours, Mars."
How did he know my nickname? Nobody even calls me that anymore! This is all a dream, I thought. I sliced off the sign, jamming my frail and trusty sword firmly into the post.
A gigantic burst of light shot out in all directions, near blinding me, reflecting off the silver of my sword. I fell back.
When I awoke, I saw nothing but white. I heard a warm, comforting voice.
"Marth. Prince Marth. I thank you with all the warmth I can muster. I was absolutely trapped by Sakurai for a decade! Now, I'm free to roam!" he sounded jolly.
"Uh, well, not to be rude, sir, but where are you?" I stammered.
"Hey, Prince! Ya don't have to shout! I can hear you loud and clear. How come you can't hear me?"
"Um, I can hear you just fine." I whispered.
"Oh, sorry. Ah, yes. You just can't see me, I know what's wrong! I gotta take down this bland white backdrop. Excuse me a moment."
"What the heck?" I called. Suddenly, the whiteness of the room flushed away, and revealed an inky black splash of swirling colors. Farther away, I saw two celestial bodies colliding, one red and one blue.
Then, I saw him. He was, well, a hand! Just a big, white hand.
"Is this weird? Is this too weird? Do you need a second to take this in?" he said sheepishly.
"Well, I can just barely handle the fact that I am talking to a giant, sentient, gloved hand, and I can sort of handle the fact that he has been living in a space vacuum that is somehow attached to Smash Hall, but I can not handle the fact that I am watching two planets collide dangerously close to me."
"It doesn't matter if you can handle it. The freaking GameCube had a handle, but it sold terribly! Handles don't matter right now. All that matters to you, puny human, is that I am the great Master Hand, and I own you." he cackled, his voice going deeper, snapping his fingers.
I reached for my sword, and I realized, I left it in the sign post, which had disappeared along with the backdrop. It was a setup!
"What are you going to do?" I shouted.
"Again, I can still hear you loud and clear!" Master Hand switched back to his warm, inviting voice. "But, I digress!" he roared in his deep voice again. "I will do whatever I please. My powers are unrivalled by anyone in the world! That scum, Sakurai, keeps me under control until he needs me for something, like a final boss, or trophy sculpting, and destroying the Smash Row, Mansion, Castle, Colosseum, or Hall! Well, the Hall will be tonight. Haven't done that yet. Oh, how I'll enjoy bombing it all!"
"You aren't going to do that!" I yelled.
"Oh, I am! And, the best part is, you're going to watch and help! Now, help me summon my brother, Crazy Hand. He has much less control than I."
I wouldn't do it. Never! This insane hand thing is not real, I am dreaming and I will do nothing he orders.
I heard a menacing cackle. Master Hand poised himself to snap. Click! I was in a haze. Pins and needles surrounded my body in a prickly fashion. When I came back into it, a similar white gloved hand was whizzing around, wiggling his fingers.
"Well, somebody took Speed for the first time. No? No? OK then." I tried to laugh this off, because this could not be real.
"Bwahahaha!" Crazy Hand giggled and shrieked like a pack of hyenas. Crazy Hand wriggled and whizzed through the air.
"I am leaving, freaks!" I shouted, turning and walking.
"No! You leave when I say you can leave." Master Hand commanded. "Uh, you can leave."
I kept strolling away, towards the white door that seemed to open, until I blacked out. When I awoke, I was lying on the carpet in the hallway. A bloody gash was cut into my head, and it hurt so badly. My sword was still in its hilt… and my money was missing!
Ooh, it must have been those rotten guys who were with the dog. Just as I stood up, a terrible roar let loose.