Season 4 is finally here. The updates will be slower because this Season is more advanced than any story I have attempted before. It will be shorter than the last one but in my opinion the plot will be much more interesting. Hopefully this chapter doesn't suck. I hope you enjoy it:D

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Season Four

Chapter Fifty Two

Episode Forty

Meeting Aboard the Halberd

The sun had fully disappeared, leaving the Smash Universe's grounds blanketed in an abyss of darkness, the only light provided by the moon. The sky was perfectly clear with not a star hovering amidst the foggy clouds. The wind which had previously been a cool breeze was now a strong gust.

As the Smashers slept through the rough weather, the Halberd's engines started up. The battleship lifting into the sky silently without enough noise to awaken anyone. Five figures wandered down the corridors of the dark ship, the only light being the dim lamps on the walls. None of them spoke as they approached the meeting room without exchanging dialogue to one another.

The door opened automatically, the figures each taking a seat at the long table in the middle of the room. They were the Smash Brothers villains: Ganondorf, Dedede, Wario, Wolf and Bowser. They all waited in the eerie silence for their leader to arrive. Half an hour later some of them were getting restless or impatient.

"Our leader should be on his way," Ganondorf said, one of the few who managed to remain patient. "He will arrive." His words fell off deaf ears as Dedede and Bowser passed the time in an argument of who was the better villain.

In a few minutes, Wario and Wolf were annoyed at the two, however, Ganondorf was the only one unfazed by the soon-to-be battle. "Not to worry. He should be returning very soon. Be patient."

"We've been here for nearly an hour! I'm hungry," Wario complained.

Ganondorf ignored him. "He surely has a good enough reason."

"That I do Ganondorf." The door opened, a figure concealed by a hooded cloak entering the room. He sat in the remaining chair; the leader's seat. "I apologize if I was late. There was a hold up. Nothing could be done if my intentions were not to be revealed."

"Excusable," Ganondorf said. "We do wish for our plan to stay a secret."

"When will our special guests be here?" the figure asked, glancing from one villain to the other.

"They will be here in about an hour," Ganondorf replied. "It won't be long now."

"That is fortunate. The wait has been rather tiresome. It was not the first time they delayed the arrival of our guests before. Hopefully this time they will arrive according to schedule."

"I'm hungry," Wario interrupted, along with Dedede. The leader turned to glare at them.

"Is that really a priority now? We are here in order for our plan to succeed, not to satisfy your stomach." Wario slumped down in his seat. Dedede groaned, banging his head on the table in the process.

The leader rose from his seat, walking out of the room wandering down the dark hallways. The insufficient lighting did not bother him whatsoever. He could see in the dark quite easily. As he turned another corner to the pilot room, the plan replayed itself in his mind. Months passed yet secretly he and the other villains had been developing a plot.

To be precise, exactly six months ago; also the opening of Super Smash Brothers Brawl. Who was the Master Hand to enforce the rules in the Smash Mansion? They were a mere nuisance. Nothing was wrong with being on the dark side. There was so much independence and power with being a villain...the Master Hand would realize that soon enough once their plan would begin.

He gazed out the windshield, staring at the stormy sky. A completely perfect calm night. Storms he found very calming inside, the raging winds equivalent to a gentle breeze. It suited him fine, being the leader of the villains. He took the responsibility with pride, the power more addicting than he originally anticipated.

The Halberd hovered over the Smash Mansion, the engines drowned out by the constant shower of rain and strong winds. So far everything was going according to plan. When the guests arrived, they would be able to attack when everyone was off guard, therefore their opponents would be defenceless. They would never know what hit them.

The leader smiled, certain the rest of the plan would go smoothly. Everything was perfect...

"Bad news!" Bowser and Wario said at the same time. Speaking in unison, the leader could not understand what they were saying.

"Could you say that again? I did not understand either one of you."

"There has been a problem," Bowser began to explain. "We heard that they are unable to arrive tonight. There was an unexpected delay in their schedule."

The leader glared at the two, his good mood completely nonexistent. "Surely you must be lying. Everything was perfect for the plan!"

"It's true," Bowser said. "In fact Ganondorf is speaking to him right now."

"What did you not tell me that earlier?" The leader brushed past the two in a rage all the way to the meeting room. Ganondorf was speaking to him who was displayed on the large screen. None of them would speak his name aloud.

Yet that did not stop the leader from shouting. "What is the meaning of this? You told us they would be here!" The other villains took a step back, intimidated except for Ganondorf. Their leader was frightening when he was angry.

"Ah yes, if everything went as planned. Alas, there has been a delay. Wait a little longer," an equally menacing voice replied. "Surely that should not be a problem."

"You agreed they would be here five times before!" the leader snapped. "I suspect you do this on purpose. Am I correct?"

"No, completely wrong as a matter of fact. It has been busy over here as well. It is not something you would understand."

"When will they be here!?" the leader shouted again, fists tightening. "Should our plan succeed, we need your assistance as much as I hate to admit it. Tonight, everything would have worked exactly they way we wanted it!"

"Oh, I am so sorry for the delay but it is unavoidable. Now if you will excuse me..." The screen went blank, the room falling silent. The villains waited for their leader to lose his temper, but he did not. Instead he stayed quiet.

Too quiet. There were no words to describe his wrath. He turned away from the screen, arms folded.

"This is inconvenient," Ganondorf spoke up, sounding annoyed. "If he had not been so careless, our plan would have commenced tonight. Should this foolishness carry on any longer, we will have to take matters into our own hands."

"He does that on purpose," the leader agreed. "We will have to come up with a new plan I suppose. One that we can carry out without too much difficulty. In the meantime, we should be on the Master Hand's 'good side.' If he knows we are up to something, our chances of being successful will drastically decrease. That is a risk we cannot afford."

"Getting on the Master Hand's good side?' That is the most ridiculous plan I ever heard," Bowser said, about to laugh. The leader's hand rested on his weapon.

"Would you rather spar then?" Bowser immediately shook his head. The leader headed for the door. "I suppose this meeting is adjourned since he was careless. We'll meet here tomorrow, same time, on the Halberd. Any questions?" No one said a word. They separated each in different directions leaving for their bedrooms as the Halberd landed in the garage.

The storm still raged on outside. The leader headed for the Smash Mansion, careful to stay quiet upon entering. He discarded the hooded cloak which was soaking wet from the downpour. When entering his room, he put the cloak in the dryer then relaxed on his bed. He could not go to sleep just yet.

He had to stay awake until the storm subsided. While it lasted, he might as well savour the moment. Tomorrow would be another day. As long as he and the villains truly remained committed to the cause, nothing would stop them.