(Part 3)

Sora finally arrived at the ceremony, which was taking place outside the mansion. He saw many people, from Smashers to participants from other worlds who decided they wanted to take their chance, talking and wandering around. Everyone were febrile, waiting for the reveal to begin and betting on who was gonna be next. Sora was really enthusiastic to greet all the Smashers there.

"Hi Pit! Hi Roy!" he greeted.

"Oh, hi Sora" the red-haired swordsman greeted him back.

"Hi, Miss Byleth!"

However, the teacher was less than happy to see him.

"Ugh, not you again", she groaned while trying to avert her gaze on him.

"Hi Sora!"

Sora heard a cheerful female voice greeting him. He turned around and recognized her.

"Hi Zelda", he greeted the princess, smiling.

"Congratulation for making it on the running", she praised.

"Yeah, thanks. Say, do you think you can come to Le Grand Bistrot with me and Geno once I'm confirmed?"

"Sorry, I have a match tonight."

Sora looked down in disappointment.

"But maybe we can finally meet together on the battlefield! Goodbye!"

Zelda waved him goodbye before she melted into the crowd. Sora was still standing, waving back while staring at her longingly. He couldn't leave her from his sight. Until he had to snap out of it to find a seat to take. The ceremony was starting in any minutes.

"Wercome! Wercome everyone to the grand ceremony of the Smash Revear!"

Everyone applauded while confetti was flying everywhere. Somewhere among the audience, Byleth was complaining about something.

"I can't believe I paid 9$ for this!" she muttered angrily.

Next to her, Zelda overheard what she just said.

"9? That's unfair. I paid 10!" she responded back out in frustration.

"Before we could proceed on the ribbon-cutting, I'd like to announce the name of the new fighter!"

"YAY! YEAH! YAHOO! WOAH!"

Everyone applauded again, but this time someone's wild applause and scream were taking over the sound of it. Sakurai took a good look at the one who was making that ruckus.

On the front seat, Sora was clapping and cheering wildly while standing on his seat. Next to him was Sephiroth, who tried to contain his insanity. Other people who sat on their row were Lara Croft, 2B and Chrono, all staring at him in annoyance.

"Yeah, now we're talking! Yeah! Woo!"

Then Sora stopped and turned to shush Sephiroth, who was close to draw his long sword at him.

Sakurae coughed a bit before resuming his speech.

"Werr, anyway. The next fighter is a swordsman from the Square Enix Mega Universe."

"Yes", Sora thought.

"He's an expert magic user."

"He's right."

"The name you arr know, it starts with an S!"

"That's ME!"

Sora was trying so hard to hold his breath, trying to contain all the anticipation from this build up. The man was about to announce him!

"Prease wercome our newest fighter... SEPHIROTH!"

The banner unfolded, revealing the picture of the One-Winged Angel himself. However, Sora was so sure of his answer that he was too oblivious about the actual one. He exploded from triumph and exhilaration as he danced a bit.

"YEAH! YEAAAAAH! AH! AH! Oh better luck next time, Sephy!"

Sora shook Sephiroth's hand hard before he rushed to the stage, cheering.

"Woooo! Wooo! Yeah! Alright! Oh yeah!"

The crowd, including Byleth and Zelda, were staring awkwardly at the crazy little man. When he arrived on the stage, he stared to announce solemnly on the microphone.

"Attention, dear Smashers! As your fellow fighter, I-"

"Huh, Sora?" Sakurae cut him a bit, uncomfortable of the situation.

"Wait a sec, everyone. I'm getting an important message from Sakurae himself. Go ahead, mister."

Sakurae whispered in his ear. Sora was confused.

"Huh what? I'm making a complete fool of myself?"

Sakurae continued to whisper in his ear.

"The most embarrassing thing you've ever seen in Smash?" he repeated.

Sakurae whispered in his ear once again.

"And it's worse now, because everyone is listening what I'm repeating into the microphone?"

The speakers were currently buzzing from words coming from his mouth.

Sakurae exploded out of frustration.

"Ugh, forget it! Sora you didn't get the invite!"

"Wait, what?" Sora was confused and shocked at the same time.

" You. DIDN'T. GET. THE. INVITE!" he repeated slowly.

"B-but why?!"

"Aww sora, you're a strong keyblade wierder and a great contender, but I gave the invitation to Sephiroth because werr...ret's face he's more...possibre than you?"

"I'm not possible?" he wondered, ashamed.

"Well uh, I mean this the nicest way possibry but there's a word for what you are and that word is...ummm...ret's see…"

"Boring?" Little Mac suggested.

"No, no, not boring", Sakurai denied.

"A goofball?" Daisy suggested.

"Not quite."

"A generic swordsman?" Marth suggested

"Disney?" Sonic suggested.

"A copyright nightmare?" Pit suggested.

"Enough everyone! Rook what I'm trying to say is your invarid, and too be a smash character, you have to be varid. Otherwise, we would ret Mickey or Goku in here. Do you understand?"

"…I guess so…"

Sora left the ceremony, depressed.

"Sora?"

He saw Sora trudging sadly to the sunset.

"I'm ready, rejection…"

"Poor kid."

"HOORAY FOR SORA!"

Sakurae turned to the source of the voice. A familiar wooden puppet was gliding down over the shocked crowd, wearing nothing, with a white a flag written "SORA" on it stuck in his wooden crack.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! HOORAY FOR SORA!"

Sakurae immediately ran away before Geno could crash on him. Geno crashed into the set, setting it on fire. And then, they entire ceremony began to burn down. Everyone else followed suit and ran away in terror. Once the ceremony emptied, Geno came out of the now fallen and ruined banner, still laughing like an idiot.

"Let's hear it for Sora! Hello? Hey, where is everyone? Did I miss something? Has anyone seen my butt?"

During all this madness, Dharkon, in his small size, had travelled through Smash World and finally arrived to his destination. In front of him, it was the Smash Castle.

"Time to put Plan "0" into action. Starting at the Smash castle of Master Hand", he chuckled evilly.

Inside the castle, Master Hand was floating on his throne, with his daughter Arle Nadja sitting next to him on her own throne. Master slapped Crazy Hand next to him, making the other hand yelp a bit.

"Oh, right brother", he realized. The left disembodied hand coughed a bit before he proceeded to make a speech. "The royal court is now starting. Bring the prisoner forward."

Two fighting polygons brought a small cage containing a strange limbless creature with blonde hair and purple hoodies.

"So, Rayman. You have confessed to the crime of touching the king's glove."

"Y-yes, but-" Rayman tried to explain, trembling in fear and sweating.

"BUT WHAT!" he bellowed while hovering over him menacingly.

"But you told me to, sir. I am your glove polisher".

"Well, I guess I just can't execute you… Twenty years at the assist trophy dungeon it is!"

"Daddy!" Arle snapped. She went to the prisoner.

"You're free to go", she declared to Rayman with a sweet voice while freeing him.

"Thanks a lot, Princess Arle!"

Rayman left the room running in joy.

"Arle! How dare you defy me!?" Master hand snapped at his daughter.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" she remarked to him.

"I am the king, and it's my job to enforce the laws of Smash World."

"Father, I just wish you could be more accepting of others instead of giving them harsh punishments."

"That would be nice, actually", Crazy Hand admitted to himself, laughing.

He yelped when he could feel his older brother's huge white fist slamming on him.

"Crazy Hand, clear up the room! I wish to speak to my daughter/your niece. Alone!" Master Hand ordered his left hand brother. Everyone, including Crazy Hand, left the throne room, only leaving Master Hand and his daughter Arle. Master Hand took out his glove, revealing his true form: an indescribable massive and vaguely humanoid black and purple mass.

"What is this, Arle?" he asked while holding his white glove toward his daughter.

"Uh, your glove?" she responded.

"And what does it do?"

"Cover your deformed look", she answered while gesturing his whole body.

"It's not deformed, it's just pixelated!" he defended himself, insecure.

"No, this glove is more than just covering the pixelated part of you."

Master Hand put his giant white glove on a beautiful red velvet blanket that covered a large podium. He looked at himself on the mirror. Dharkon peeked out of the podium, snickering evilly.

"It's a sign of importance and high rank within this world. And one day, you're gonna wear this and your uncle's gloves."

"I'M GONNA BE DEFORMED!?" she freaked out while clenching her fists tightly near her chest.

"Uh! PIXELATED!" he corrected her, alarmed.

"Anyway, what I mean is, you can't have the glove until you learn to rule this world with an iron fist."

Master Hand put back his glove, but instead, he wore the velvet blanket all over him.

"Like your father."

"Uh, dad. Your "glove"", she informed him while making the air quote gesture.

Master hand realized what he just wore and took out the blanket, worried.

"What the-" He looked on the podium, which was empty.

"MY GLOVE!"

Master Hand fell on the marbled floor, going ape all over the place.

"SOMEONE STOLE MY ROYALE GLOVE!"

"I got it! I got it!" Dharkon exclaimed with a triumphant tone, while floating away with the giant glove trailing behind him.