Master Hand floated through the bright, sunbathed town he was floating through, trying his best to take in the atmosphere. All of the Miis naturally had thoughts on setting up for events to com, but there were different ways for everyone. Not everyone had a stand to organize.

In some cases, there were clubs to manage. Fan clubs, to be precise.

Yes, with all of the buzz about their favorite Heroes and celebrities coming into their world, including other guests they may get to know for the first time, enthusiasts of all ages were prepping for their arrival in their own ways.

Rather than focusing solely on attractions, work was made for the sake of boosting morale of those that were arriving. Making posters, coordinating challenges of different character's games online, creating dolls, and countless other means to show love and support to those arriving.

Profits were there as well for those seeking compensation, typically well deserved. Craftsmen have had years to sharpen their skills, and what was shown was proof of the efforts.

He just wasn't sure if the price was worth it for things like collectible figures. They certainly looked nice, but even with the cheaper ones, the price added up. If only his weekly cash flow was a bit higher, than…

Master Hand shook himself at such thoughts. He had no need or desire to live in any sort of unneeded excess. He wanted to keep his head level, his ego small, and his personal responsibilities as minimal as he could.

He lived in a mansion, yes, but it was small, mainly filled with free space, and the occasional amenity to keep him and his Brother comfortable in quiet moments. Nothing more, nothing less.

Looking around him, Master Hand noted a training ground situated near some Mushroom Kingdom trinkets and Mario Bros. themed shirts.

It seemed that the citizens of his world really did expect him to open up entries to Mii Fighters, representing the world the Tournament takes place.

It's amazing how many rumors can stem from a lack of information. The idea of the possibility had originally come from Crazy Hand babbling it to some interviewers who had spoken to him when the Tournament was officially announced, and since then, he's refused to make any comment.

With Crazy Hand constantly hijacking press topics, no one had any clue, and everyone wanted to know what the future held for this possibility.

With rumors of all kinds flying about, some seemingly credible, others completely ridiculous, all unconfirmed, countless people were wondering what the Big Hand himself had in mind, and why he had remained silent since the idea was brought up.

Master Hand kept quiet simply for the fact that he didn't have an idea himself. He didn't come up with it, and hadn't had a chance to give the idea any real thought with everything else going on, including the search for his insane Brother who caused all of the horse hockey to begin with.

Considering the general peace, and lack of burning… anything, Master Hand felt that it was a safe assumption that The God of Chaos hadn't been hear, and decided to take a moment to escape the jobs he had to do.

Unfortunately, the hard training of others reminded him of a subject he had to address. He saw other training grounds set up all over, focused on trying to learn from the fighting styles of other combatants. He noticed many either copying it, or attempting to build onto the basic moves with their own styles. One particular Mii stood out in his scarlet shirt, dishing out as many fierce blows as he was taking, with neither him or his companions giving up.

The enthusiasm behind the thought of having one of their own fighting alongside the people they idolized gave Master Hand pause. There never was any real harm in having Miis fighting in the tournament, and if he could find the strongest among them, than maybe…

Maybe…

…Maybe he would consider this later. The overall process would require more thought, and he was still distracted by his brother's absence.

Having his fill of the scenery around him, Master Hand left the area, thinking about whom he would work to write about next. He was almost finished with the original twelve, and decided that since he wanted to work on a few letters at one to make up for lost time, perhaps he would start with a simpler fighter later on.

Captain Falcon, the Galactic Racer,

Your entire world knows the public exploits of Captain Falcon well. You have made a big influence in two ways, giving you a preceding reputation that very few could hope to earn over a lifetime, let alone in the short amount of time you have been working.

On one side, you are a skilled bounty hunter, ever willing to take on any sort of job that offers good enough pay. Rarely is it that you ever turn an opportunity for work, and the raw power and skill you exhibit has garnered both respect and scorn from competitors.

On the other side, you live as an accomplished racer and competitor in the Grand Prix. With the Blue Falcon, you race towards any opponents in front of you, and pass them by without fail.

Between your bounty hunting, racing, and work to stop sinister forces such as Black Shadow, your prestige has spread to countless civilians. There's hardly anyone out there even remotely aware of your actions.

However, this is all they know.

One other thing you are known for is your lack of care for the limelight. You've shown no interest in speaking formally to the public about yourself, disappearing from every race as quickly as you arrive.

You have made it so that the public only knows what you've done, and have no idea who you are.

Whatever reasoning there is for this is your own, but despite this, you have decided to spend time getting to know a select group of people each time a certain Tournament comes around.

Rather than racing away to whatever secret base you live in, you always spend quality time with fellow fighters both before and after any rounds occur. You're all but willing to interact with fans and, while still secretive, many Smash Fighters can say they know you very well, better than nearly anyone in your own world. For whatever reason, you've chosen to be fairly open with us about who you are, and the time you've spent interacting with others has been one of the facets of what makes this Tournament so enjoyable for others. Just as enjoyable as I am sure it has been for you.

For your skill, and your own enjoyment, I hope that you are able to return to the Super Smash Bros. Tournament once more. Your upbeat attitude is a boon to everyone, and in return for the good times, I personally wish to see you here once more. To give you yet another chance to speak to those you feel comfortable interacting with.

Sincerely,

The God of Order,

Master Hand.

P.S.-Apologies if I'm at all presumptuous, you just happen to be that good at keeping secrets.

"Heh!"

A loud Guffaw was let loose as an envelope was ripped open, and a box with some writing and empty boxes printed on it was ripped out. After checking the 'Yes' box, Captain Falcon dashed over to his personal headquarters underneath his secret base, and looked up as a large screen lodged into the shone wall.

The good Captain jumped into his seat, spinning around in it once, before taking his helmet from the holder next to his keyboard and dawning it. With that and his racing uniform still on from his daily practice, he was officially in the spirit of entering the fray one more.

Rapidly typing into his computer, Captain Falcon pulled up a list of his currently booked bounties, and quickly cancelled on all of them, making sure to refund any down payments he might have gotten. After that, he checked quickly to make sure nothing major was going on, and was happy to see that most major threats were either pacified or out of commission, meaning that he was almost completely free to fight in the upcoming Tournament. Almost.

There was a big upcoming race occurring that he was currently registered for, with big prize money being offered. Looking at it blankly, Captain Falcon groaned as he set his arm on the edge of his keyboard, resting his head on his fist as he submitted a request to rescind his entry into the race.

Losing all of that cash would bug him for a while, but he knew that there would be other races in the future. Besides, he couldn't still try to go when he had already accepted the invitation he had gotten.

He probably should have thought a bit more about his current situation before signing up, but he always was more for going with his guts first instincts.

After waiting a moment for his request to be accepted, Captain Falcon straightened himself up and thought about what his next move would be.

With him going to and interdimensional free-for-all, the first thing on his mind was naturally training. Keeping his physical speed up, making sure his reflexes are sharp, ensuring he can launch a hearty Falcon Punch so as not to disappoint anyone, be it opponent or fan...

...so, in that regard, he would just keep doing what he was doing.

Looking around him, Captain Falcon thought long and hard about what responsibilities he might have to take care of and the answer was, none. He didn't have much in the way of a social life, with the closest thing to a friend in his world being Samurai Goroh. Contracts for jobs could be picked up at any time with his reputation, and there was plenty of time before the next Grand Prix.

He always forgot how much of a social life he didn't have, but that was half the reason he had accepted this invitation anyway.

Captain Falcon thought back to the way the paper was written, amused by how clueless Master Hand seemed. He knew much more about the Captain than he was letting on, but tried to make him feel like this 'mysterious hero' the way he was in his own world. It was hilarious, especially considering how much he usually socialized with people over there.

Of course, there was the chance that Master Hand was purposefully omitting information in case the letter might have falen into the possession of someone less than trustworthy. In which case, Captain Falcon would have to pat him on the... hand for both being clever, and cautious.

It would be one of his first question's when he got back.

Speaking of, Captain Falcon considered all that he had to look forward to in the Tournament, mainly the get togethers with other fighters. In his world, Captain Falcon had a target on him just as often as he had the spotlight, so he usually had to go out of his way to avoid being found. He hid his identity, lived on an isolated archipelago, and never gave himself more attention than he had to.

In another world, he never really had to worry about that. With himself as the sole representative, he was able to keep information in that world and prevent it from adversely affecting his safety. Any potential guests like Goroh could be convinced to keep quiet about anything possibly informative thanks to past exploits.

Even with the concern for his personal security, Captain Falcon felt that it was almost criminal to meet to many characters and have to avoid them. He had that annoy him with his fellow racers who he only saw semi-regularly, but as members of the fighting Tournament living in the same general area, he would meet them constantly. It would just make things awkward.

He could barely focus on one person whom he was excited to see, simply because of how much fun it was to talk to them. Even anyone who got on his nerves could at least be entertaining from time to time.

And then there was someone like Sonic, who was a blend of both.

Captain Falcon didn't really care too much for the competition itself, since there wasn't any real prize save for the prestige of winning-he saw the trip as a grand participation award anyway. That didn't mean he was ever lazy, he loved a good challenge, but his drive to be the best burned strongest when he was behind the wheel of the Blue Falcon.

When pitted with the other blue fighter with a need for speed, Captain Falcon felt a strange mix of admiration and irritation. The latter came from Sonic's endless confidence, and occasional smack talk. He was always happy to brag about his speed, and poke fun at any potential competition. The admiration came from the fact that-generally-it was confidence. Sonic was never really arrogant because he could back up his words with his actions. With his speed.

Captain Falcon experience this firsthand, engaging in a series of races throughout the last Tournament after the Tabuu-debacle, and actually coming up short, losing with a score of 102-109. He was still mad about it, and looked forward to serving the blue hedgehog a big slice of humble pie.

With that in mind, Captain Falcon decided that he would get back to practice, finishing up with training in the Blue Falcon, and work on his combat skills next. It would be a while before he had the chance to officially reenter the Tournament, but until than, he wanted to make sure that he was in tip-top shape for what was to come.

Whether it came to meeting up with people, or competing with them, Captain Falcon was all but thrilled to meet the challenge head-on!

Yeah, Master Hand doesn't have a head, so instead of 'shaking his head' of thoughts, he just shakes himself. That makes sense, right?

Also, Captain Falcon is one of those characters who I never played their game, but do know them from Smash, and I researched them a bit. I need to get onto that sometime, probably with the NX. ATM, I'm in the middle of playing some Splatoon, Drill Dozer, I need to play Pokemon, and I got Sega 3D collection which I'm enjoying (while abusing the new save feature)

Speaking of Sega, between this, Sonic Mania (hopefully getting an NX port), Sonic in Lego Dimensions, and the new Sonic 2017 game (definitely going on the NX) I can only imagine what this feels like for old school Sega fans.

As for the next character, with all of the Pokemon fun going on recently (Pokemon GO, Pokemon Sun and Moon, Pokemon's 20th anniversary) it feels appropriate to go back to the franchise and write everyone's OTHER favorite favorite pink puffball! Stay tuned, and stay awake for Jigglypuff!