1 Disclaimer: I…don't own the copyright for SSBM…or any other character in this fic…

Author's note: The rest of this fic shall henceforth be in…… OLD ENGLISH!!!(No, just kidding, but it will be in written form instead of script. I find that gives me more possibilities in this particular fic) Well anyway, keep on reading and enjoying…(you ARE enjoying it, right? RIGHT!?) Ahem, well whatever, just review me. (Oh, yeah, Marth narrates the first part of this)



Fortunately (or unfortunately) the school cafeteria didn't completely burn down, only a fraction of it did. Bomberman was fined and expelled, but that's not the last I'll see of him. Man, what a weirdo. They outta lock him up in an asylum. How did some of these goons make it in here, anyway? Made me wonder…I guessed it was nothing to worry about. Ah, if only I'd known. I failed to recognize danger and it almost cost me my life. "The end is my beginning" people say that a lot, but what does it mean? My story, my REAL story, the story of my adventure and the becoming of a Smash Brother starts here. Today marked the beginning of the story, MY story. I was walking to my first class, when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a shadowy figure run down the corridor and enter a closet that was off limits. Then, from the closet, I heard a sinister laugh, more like an asthma spasm, actually, that sounded something like this: hmhmheehooohawhahahhhuuuhuhuhuhooooheehawheehawheehawheeSNORT!!

I figured it was another weirdo like Bomberman or something, so I just tried to ignore it. I saw the same thing happen again, only no laugh. I thought I was just seeing things, so I went to my first class of the year. It was a martial-arts class. I saw people standing around, acting like idiots (they WERE idiots, but that's not the point) doing stupid "kung-fu" moves that resulted in injuries to some bizarre muscle of some sort they never knew existed till then. Soon afterwards, our instructor came in. "Greetings," he said confidently, "I am Master Hushi (pronounced Hoo shee) welcome, pitiful worms, to your first day of training. I am the meanest, cruelest, most terrifying taskmaster you'll ever see. My training is only for sincere, devout people who wish to be a Smash Brother. Not some bunch of idiots who run around shouting 'HHHHYYYYYYAAAAA!!!!'." After that, someone, I think it was Falco said. "Don't worry, all of us here are not here to be idiots, we want to be Smash Brothers!" that got Master Hushi really mad. He burst out, yelling "FOOL! Do you even know what a true Smash Brother REALLY is? You go shooting your mouth off without even knowing what you're saying. Fool, it will cost you later on down the road. A Smash Brother is a trained agent made for the purpose of upholding justice and peace." Someone else spoke up "Like a secret agent? Cool, that'll be FUN!"

This too, upset our instructor greatly. "Fun?" he demanded. " FUN?! Who said anything about FUN? We will have no such FUN while I am your instructor. I will work you miserable sissies until you puke! I will train you until you collapse, then I will pick you up by your hair work you some more! When I am through with you, you will never need this FUN again…now lets get down to business, you pitiful sissies!"

Boy, when Master Hushi said he was the cruelest taskmaster ever, he wasn't lying. He would only let us address him a "master", nothing else, and the only time he didn't call us sissies was when he was calling us worms. He ran countless laps, did countless stretches and exercises, and had to memorize millions of steps. Nothing we did was acceptable for him, and almost everything got criticism. Even for all the incentive to stick it out, a lot of people gave up. But he got the job done. He taught us all we needed to know, and in the end, we learned all that was necessary for graduation. But coming back to the present story, we all felt pretty miserable by the time class ended. I trudged out of the first class and down the lonely steps to the next one. Well, actually it was pretty crowded, but we were all so tired we could barely walk to the next class from the field we ran laps around. The next class, thank God, did not involve much physical strain. It was a class in which we learned, basically, how to be a Smash Brother; all the basic principles and stuff, the system of honor and protecting the world form sinister threats. The threats were out there, too. It's not like we were going to stop bank robber or something. A group of people, known as the Dark Alliance, operated under a guy named Spastic Hand, forever attempted to rule the universe. And that's where we come in. We were being trained to stop them from doing so. I never really knew a Smash Brother would be like that. I thought it was a less serious "fun" sorta thing. But I'm sort of glad it turned out the way it did in an odd sort of way. The bell rang again, signaling one more class before lunch.

Author's note: The next part isn't narrated by anyone, 'cept me.

Ness walked down the space between two buildings to get to his next class. Along the way, he ran into a guy, wearing a long overcoat and a hat that prevented you from seeing his face. He spoke in a gruff voice "Hey kid…wanna buy…a…RABBIT?!!" He pulls out a rabid rabbit with barred fangs, drooling savagely. It jumped out of the mans hands and lunged out at Ness, who screamed in terror "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! IT BIT ME!! IIEEE!!" he started to run, but wasn't looking were he was going, and fell into the sewer, deeper and deeper and deeper, his scream getting further away until, finally, he hit the bottom with a soft splash.



Marth walked to his locker for his next class. As he walked down the half- crowded corridor, he spotted Sandbag, lying on his back, pleading for help. "Heh heh, this is the perfect time to get rid of this pest…no one's looking anyway," Marth thought to himself. He went over to Sandbag and unsheathed his sword. Lifting it high into the air, he prepared to bring it down, when Zelda shouted "MARTH!! What are you doing?!"

"Oh, uh…heh heh, just showing Sandbag how to finish off an opponent in battle…we, we uh…learned it in class today…*gulp*." Marth hurriedly explained.

"Well I'm glad you two are getting along," Zelda said, shooting a menacing glance at Marth.

As soon as Zelda left, Marth raised his sword again, and as he brought it down, Zelda poked her head out from around the corner and shouted "MARTH!!!"

Meekly, Marth sheathed his sword and glumly said "Here Sandbag, old buddy, let me carry you to class…"

Zelda smiled and went on her way, and Marth did too. But he had no intention of carrying Sandbag to class; instead he had other ideas. They were on the second story so Marth just went to a window, opened it up, and dropped Sandbag on his way to an open sewer hole.



Ness exhaustedly climbed the last four rungs of the sewer ladder, mumbling "Jeeze, that was close. Too bad the rabbit fell in…oh well, no loss. Good thing I grabbed onto a rung at the last minute. Stupid sewer. I'm not taking THIS rout again. I'm going to be late for class, darn it."

Suddenly, Ness froze and looked up. Falling down at him, at a rapid speed was none other than Sandbag. Ness began to panic "Oh shoot! Oh shoot! Dang it! Dang it! Dan—oooff! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhSPLASH!!