Okay, so a bit of a disclaimer and author's note before we begin:
This is something I wrote three-ish years ago. I never finished it for reasons I honestly can't remember and I was never planning on coming back to it. However, I was having a conversation with a friend and it made me think of this story I wrote with what feels like forever ago. She wanted to read it so I shared it with her on Google Docs, and she really liked it and convinced me to upload it.
I did some minor editing for spelling and grammar and to make it a bit easier to read, but just know unless I get a lot of requests to continue this story, I won't be finishing it.
Also, there are a lot of really old meme references, 2016 era to be exact. But I didn't want to change anything about it to make it more current, so just bear with it.
Please no flames, I know it's bad. I wrote it three years ago. And for those that enjoy the cringiest shit out there, this ones for you. Also, this is set in between Melee and Brawl.
"The author would also like to note that she does not own Super Smash Brothers or any other obscure references that she piles into this eight chapter steaming pile of shit."
Thank you Ganondorf. And stop breaking the walls!
Chapter 1 - Prologue
"Wait, what do you mean I'm kicked off?" The small boy, no older than 10 asked.
"Well, we, meaning myself and that crazy bastard in the corner over there, decided that you are no longer a good fit for the tournaments… you can still stay in the Smashverse if you would like." The large gloved hand told the child in response.
"Yeah, I guess. I don't really have anywhere else to go. No one in Hyrule remembers me and I have no idea how to get back to Termina. Can I still watch the matches at least?"
"Of course."
The boy walked out of the office, his body-wracking sobs causing tears to stain his cheeks. He reached the wing of the large manor with all of the bedrooms belonging to his old fellow Smashers. He went straight to his and plopped on the fluffy queen sized bed. Staring at his forest green walls, he recalled old memories with his friends in the smash mansion.
I guess I shouldn't be so sad. I had a good time here and made many friends, he thought to himself. At least I don't have to see Ganondorf again.
The small boy smiled and got up off the bed and began packing his things in bags. I wonder where Master Hand is going to take us…
"So let me get this straight, you're replacing us?" The red-headed swordsman asked the hand.
"I'm sorry. We really don't want to do this, but the newcomers have more to offer than you guys. You can still stay in the Smashverse and see everyone." Master Hand responded.
"Fine, whatever. Have it your way."
The swordsman stomped out the room in a rage. He couldn't believe that they were not only replacing himself, but four other smashers! This is ridiculous!
I need to find the others…
He bolted down to the east wing to try and find the others. There were no other matches going on today, so he knew the west wing would be useless.
"Roy, you ok?" He heard someone shout, but he just ignored it because, honestly, he just didn't really care much about it at the moment.
He started thinking to himself, not really paying attention to anything else, until he runs into someone.
"Shit, sorry," he says to the mystery person.
"It's-a-ok," they, being Dr. Mario responds.
"Dude, have you heard the news?"
"That have been-a-replaced, a-yes."
"Who else knows about it?"
"You and-a-me and-a-Young Link. He was-a-really upset about it earlier."
"Poor kid. I really should find the others. Think you can help?"
"Of-a-course!"
The team of two set off to find the other three Smashers. They duo passed Young Link's room; seeing the young Hylian pack up his belongings. Roy knocked at the partially opened door.
"Hey kid, we heard about what happened. You ok?" Roy asked.
"Yeah it's fine. You guys can come in if you want," the Hylian boy responded. "So what are you guys gonna do now?"
"I sorta left-a-everything behind to-a-come here. I can't-a-go back now. I guess-a-I'll stay in the-a-Smashverse," the short doctor answered.
"I'll probably do the same," Roy mentioned.
"Master Hand said we can still watch matches. But I don't know where he's going to take us when we stay though."
"Me-a-neither."
"Maybe one of the others know?"
"Well, let's look for them then!"
The newly formed trio set out on their quest to find the other two ex-Smashers in the manor that they no longer consider their home. It felt as if they have looked everywhere: all the bedrooms, the Smash cafè, the living room, the game room, saunas, even the indoor and outdoor pools. They eventually gave up, after many people asking what was wrong, and with pride getting in the way, just said nothing at all.
"They have to be here somewhere," Roy complained.
"Maybe they already left," Young Link chimed in.
"Who left?" They heard someone sneer from the other side of the courtyard. The trio turned to face Ganondorf.
"It's nothing at all," Young Link said, not really wanting much conversation with the Gerudo male.
"Heh, whatever losers," he said and turned to walk away.
The small group decided to have a look around the courtyard, seeing as they had just gotten there, and they found Mewtwo meditating with a fascinated Pichu trying to copy the feline looking Pokémon, but ultimately failing.
"Have you-a-heard the-a-news?" Dr. Mario asked the two Pokémon.
"W-what news?" Pichu stammered.
"The hands said the five of us are out of the tournament. We've been replaced," Roy said coldly.
"That's not surprising from what I've forseen," the purple Pokémon added.
"So what are you gonna do? They said we can stay in the Smashverse, we just can't live here and participate in the tourney." Young Link chimed in.
"I wanna stay but I wanna be with Mewtwo too," Pichu said.
"I guess staying won't hurt," Mewtwo said.
"Well-a-then, it's-a-settled."
The quintet marched down the hall to finish collecting everything they brought with them to move it on the van that the hands got for them. They loaded their thing in the back and climbed in. They said goodbye to no one because the hands quickly decided against it, not wanting the five ex-Smashers to get in the way of the preparations for the newcomers.
Roy climbed in the driver's seat, Dr. Mario in the passenger. Pichu and Mewtwo were in the middle and Young Link was in the back.
"So-a-do you know-a-where we're going-a?" the doctor asked.
"No idea; all Master Hand gave me was an address," Roy responded.
"We should-a-be able to-a-find it then."
"I hope you're right."
The ex-Smashers spent about an hour in the van, Pichu and Mewtwo holding mild conversation about Pokemon things, Young Link fiddling around with his ocarina, and the duo in the front silent.
"I'm hungry guys," Young Link stated.
"Yeah me too," Pichu said.
"Fine, let's go get food," Roy agreed.
He turned the van around and drove to the nearest McDonald's, which happened to be literally right there.
"Just get whatever you want, Crazy Hand gave me Master Hand's debit card," Roy announced to the passengers in the van."
"Ohhhh, I want some chicken nuggets," Young Link stated.
"Me too," Pichu added.
"I'll-a-take a McChicken," Dr. Mario announced.
"Hehehe…" Pichu started giggling.
"What's-a-so funny?" The doctor asked.
"You never heard of the McChicken guy? He was at McDonald's and he did it with a McChicken on video," Pichu replied.
"How do you even know about that?" Roy asked the yellow Pokémon.
"Ness showed it to me."
The redhead decided not to say anything else about it and ordered the food. Mainly because, well honestly no one really needs to know, and the author would like to keep it that way. Thank you for respecting that.
So the order came out and it seemed like Dr. Mario was enjoying his McChicken a bit too much. The yellow Pokémon and green-clad swordsman trading dipping sauces for no reason, and the redhead happily munching on his fries. The quintet drove off in peace… that is until they found the location of the address.
"We're here guys!" Roy exclaimed after another ten minutes of driving around with the GPS that Master Hand having gave them broke as soon as they pulled in the driveway. No one knew how, but we're working on it.
"Yay!" Pichu shouted in response.
Everyone eagerly (except Mewtwo; we don't think he has emotions, because he's such a shifty bastard) hustled out of the van, gazing upon at the nice house awaiting them. It wasn't nearly as big as the Smash mansion, but it was very modern on the exterior.
The crew gathered all their bags and hurried inside. The interior was fully furnished with Ikea furniture. Pichu and Young Link 'ooohhhed' and 'awwed' at all the video games. Mewtwo casually grabbed the small bags he had brought along, and scouted out the rest of the house. Dr. Mario went to the kitchen to get a snack, and Roy went upstairs and plopped straight on the king sized bed in the master bedroom, which he was claiming as his own.
This may or may not be a mistake, he thought to himself.