Last chapter! Hope you enjoyed the previous chapters. As requested by Raeror (go check his account out. I've read a couple of stories and they're really intriguing if you're feeling bored.) I will make my paragraphs shorter because I have realised that it is WAY to hard to read through block text. Thank you for reminding me Raeror, I never would've realised. I've also been keeping fic ideas down in my notebook so feel free to PM me some ideas. Anyway, enjoy the fic! :)

Also, if you're wondering what the fuck my reality is and why no one lives in the Smash Mansion like the rest of the normal fics, its explained here. Its cuz its set like 10 years in the future or some shit

Ace xx

Incineroar sat out back of his balcony sipping his coffee. The sun peaked out of the edge of the pine grove and reflected off the lake. Incineroar had always thought of the view as 'a gift from the gods'. He was not wrong. It was quite the amazing display. But even if you painted it perfectly (or so perfectly as you thought) it would never come out looking as good as the real thing did. Incineroar had always believed that. Earlier that week he had told Kirby of Lucario. He had gotten offended of the part where he trusted Lucario for some stupid reason. Incineroar had ignored him but had chuckled afterwards.

That next day Incineroar went to the remains of Smash Mansion. Prime. Grondavel had told all the prodigies to meet him here. The reason no one lived in the Smash Mansion anymore was because it was blown up by anti-smashers called the Pride Killers. They started off as a peaceful activist group called the Gem Runners who would say that smashing is dangerous. But the smash authorities (who are like the government in this case) ordered them to stop and banned their protests. Then their leader (unknown) started his reign of horror on the Smashlands. He organised a terrorist attack on Marvel City. Luckily, the bravery of smashers stopped him in his devilish tracks. They put a warning on his head. Of course, any fool isn't going to listen. From then on, it was war. The kingdoms had to lock down their borders and the Smashlands was in complete chaos. Then the Pride Killers struck. They didn't want to intentionally hurt anyone but they wanted to destroy something. The Smash Mansion.

It was scary for the smashers. Fortunately the only person harmed was Master Hand. But being part god kept him in a stable condition. The smashers had all been evacuated when the Pride Killer vans showed up with their big bulky bomb holders. Incineroar had been there that day, watching the only home he ever knew being caressed by fire and explosions. Nevertheless they rebuilt it. The smash authorities spent every dollar of their government income rebuilding the place. And that was all to kick the smashers out afterwards. The authorities were truly evil when they decided this but they wanted to use the Smash Mansion for money and rent it out to rich people staying to watch smash matches. Master Hand was furious but there was nothing he could do or they would expose him. No one knew what Master Hand was hiding. No one wanted to find out. Except the authorities.

"Incineroar!" Incineroar swivelled around to see Prime. Grondavel standing there. "Where are the other prodigies?" he asked softly. He was quite scared of the Prime General as he could ruin his career if he truly wished to. "I only asked for you to be here." he said grinning. Incineroar was terrified. He swallowed and stood back a bit. Was this the end?

"We need to have a little talk." Grondavel stepped closer. "What about?" Incineroar felt sweat tumble down the side of his head. "About your classification." Incineroar stopped. This was the perfect opportunity to speak up. To take down the tyrants. It was so clear. Would he do it? Would he defy the dictators like the Pride Killers did? Did he have the confidence?

"No." Grondavel looked shocked. "Excuse me?" "You heard me. We don't need to talk. My win-streak hasn't gone down since I was classified. So are you going to tell me that Mr Diddy Kong has taken my place when he only has a win-streak of 10? I'm very sorry Grondavel but unfortunately, I'm still a prodigy. I'll always be a prodigy. You won't ever defy my classification. I'm not scared of you authorities. You rule over us like tyrants. And I'm done." Incineroar marched off. Head held up high.

Now he was sitting on his balcony recalling his boldness. There was suddenly a ring at the door. Incineroar had gotten a bell installed because he couldn't hear people knocking from his bedroom. He got up and nearly lost all consciousness when he saw who was standing there. Lucario.

"Um hi." She cracked her knuckles. "I was sitting at home and going through my social media. You're all over the internet, bud." Incineroar smirked. He then let off a small chuckle and they sat down together in the living room. "Listen," Incineroar inhaled. "We need to talk." Lucario nodded. "We do." Incineroar tilted his head. "You want to talk to me?" "Yep." she nodded. Incineroar started to wonder. Was it about the same thing?

He felt her hand touch his cheek. "When I first met you Incineroar, I just..." Incineroar smiled. "When I first met you I knew this is where the rest of my life starts." Lucario giggled. Incineroar looked over at his balcony and the view of the lake and the pine grove. Then he looked over at Lucario.

"Thanks"

"For what?" Lucario said.

"For understanding."

THE END (hope you enjoyed the series!)