Super Smash Brothers
Book #1
A/N: Hey, sorry if that first chapter didn't make much sense...well, some stuff is sure to happen in this one...
I forgot to mention...I don't own any of the DBZ style moves nor do I own the Smash brothers characters used in this story. I'm simply a guy trying to make an entertaining story...
Well, hope you enjoy! (THIS MAY SEEM KIND OF BORING AT FIRST, BUT STUFF WILL HAPPEN! I swear!)
Chapter 2 The Transformation
It was a beautiful, sunny Monday afternoon. Birds were chirping outside, the sun was beating down on everything, as a sign that summer was here. Everything was perfect for the outside world.
Unfortunately, I was inside a school gymnasium listening to the teachers give out awards. (_)
I was sitting in the gym wating for the "last day of school" award ceremony to come to a long awaited conclusion. Aside from the fact that I was bored out of my mind, I was one of the happiest guys alive. I was so happy that classes/exams were over, that it almost blocked out the shock I'd received from the last night event.
Ryan: God, this is so boring.
Steve: Ah, you'll live through it.
Tim: No he won't...
Those are the three friends of mine I was sitting with. We'd been sitting up against the side wall for about an hour and a half now, waiting for the award ceremony to end. Somehow, Salem had gotten out of it, for he was no where to be seen.
Steve: Hey does anybody have a watch?
Steve looked to Ryan and Tim, who were sitting to his right. I was sitting on Steve's left.
Ryan: Nope.
Tim: Don't look at me.
Steve then turned to me.
Steve: How about you Dust?
I didn't answer. I hadn't been very talkative that day. The whole thing about finding necklaces after an unnatural event like that was just too weird and incredible. Despite my end of school year happiness, I was feeling disturbed and worried. I was just happy that the last night had been a peaceful sleep. No dreams at all, just sleep.
Steve: Dust? Dustin? Hey Dustin.
I didn't answer. I don't even think I really heard him. What snapped me out of my thinking was his snapping fingers in my face.
Dust: ! Uh?!
Steve: Hey! You got a watch on you?
I had snapped awake from my thoughts and I was looking at him, eyes wide. Then I narrowed my eyes, calming down from the shock of being dragged from thought.
Dust: No Steve, I dont. Sorry...
Steve sunk down to the floor.
Steve: Damnit...
Tim poked Steve, causing him to look over.
Steve: Yeah what?
Tim: It shouldn't be too much longer.
Steve sighed, and then sat up.
Steve: Yeah, sounds reasonable. We've been here for a while anyways. It shouldn't be too much longer.
****
Fourty-five minutes later, the ceremony ended. Ryan, Steve, Tim and I exited the school. Then Steve walked over to Tim trembling like a crazy person.
Steve: Oh Tiiiim...
Tim turned to him, his purposely stupid smirk on his face. This was the kind of smirk that could have most people on their ass laughing if they weren't used to it.
Tim: Yeah?
Steve sighed, and then practically yelled.
Steve: The next time I listen to you, I want someone to hit me with a very hard, blunt object.
Tim nodded. We all laughed, feeling the pleasantness of summer sweep into our bodies.
Tim: Look, I've got to get home. I'll talk to you guys later.
We said our good-byes to Tim and he ran to the side of the school, which was out of our eye sight. His bike was locked up over on that side. Ryan left too, saying he had to get home to call his friend in Azaka City, a city down south of our home Caremo Town.
Dust: Well Steve, looks like it's just you and me. Let's head back to my place.
Steve nodded, shifting his backpack on his shoulders.
Steve: Yeah, let's get going.
We began walking through the field near the school. It wasn't too far a distance to get to my house from the school, but we had plenty of time to talk.
Dust: I wonder what highschool will be like...
Steve nodded.
Steve: What I'm wondering is how the hell Salem got out of being locked up in the award ceremony.
Just so you know, Steve is a little taller than I am, about 5'8. He has brown hair, but the top is dyed blonde. He one of those people who loves to hang around with the ladies if you know what I mean.
Dust: They probably kicked him out when he came to the front doors. It's not like he won anything.
Steve: Yeah, but why didn't they kick us out then?
We both laughed.
Dust: Dunno..
We continued to walk. Then we heard a familiar voice from behind shouting our names. I turned around to see an out of breath Salem running towards us. He stopped in front of me.
Salem: I'm comin'...huff...with you guys...
Dust: Yeah, sure...
Steve: Come on, let's go. Summer awaits us guys.
The three of us continued walking to my house. We got out of the field and began crossing the street near the hospital. I was just kind of rambling on about nothing.
Dust: No more homework, no more Mrs. Smith (my evil English/Social Studies teacher from hell *shudders*) no more handwriting and-
The ground seemed to shudder, and an eruption of flame and debris flew into the sky from the distance. We all looked to the right to see it, a shocking explosion coming from the department store. Let me tell you, it wasn't something you saw everyday. The three of us exchanged shocked glances.
Salem: What the Fuck?!?!
Dust: !!!
Steve: Holy shit! Let's go see what's going on!
We ran in the direction of the department store, now standing right across the street from it. A large chunk of it was on the ground now, smoldering black. Whatever had done this was powerful.
Dust: Damn, do you think someone...*shivers* stole a tank??
The other two didn't answer. We all just stared, shocked and scared.
Steve: There's not many people around. I think they all cleared out...
Sure enough, Steve was right. Any people left were clearing away from the scene in their cars or on foot.
Salem: Well, maybe we should just-
Our friend Salem was cut off because then "he" came out...he must've been maybe 5'10, he was taller than the three of us. He had black hair, a black mustache and black sideburns. He wore a red plumber suit with blue overalls. You'd have to have been a complete idiot not to recognize who he resembled.
Dust: What the hell?!
Steve: The nintendo guy?!
Salem: ?!?! Huh?!
Sure enough, this man resembled Mario, the one from the video games. The way he looked was real, yet out of this world. Kind of like those computer animations that look like real people, but you know they aren't. He had walked out from behind a few cars he'd piled up. Turning to them, he opened his palm. Smirking, he launched what appeared to be a fireball from his hand. The cars were incinerated, and one of them exploded, causing a chain reaction with the other cars. We could only watch in horror as this happened.
Dust: We...should run...
Steve's teeth were chattering.
Steve: Uh, yeah...let's-
We were virtually paralyzed, too scared to move. Our legs were like jelly, and they felt more like toothpicks about to snap when the ruthless Nintendo beast set his sights on us.
Mario: ...
Dust/Steve/Salem: !!!! AH!
He smirked, and walked over to us. He stopped about 7 feet away from us. He laughed a low, sinister laugh.
Mario: Why don't you run children? Don't I frighten you?
We were silent. At this time, we did not want to get the Nintendo man angry.
Mario: Or...did you come to watch the fireworks?
Regretfully, Salem had to open his mouth.
Salem: I thought you were supposed to be Itali- UGH!
Salem didn't get to finish what he was saying because Mario practically disappeared and reappeared in front of him. His fist collided with Salem's jaw so hard, that Salem flew off his feet and landed hard on his back.
Dust: Salem! Are you okay?!
Salem groaned, trying to get up, but instead falling back down. He wiped blood away from his mouth, which was letting out some blood from the impact to his jaw. He didn't move much after that. I turned towards Mario, glaring and forgetting my fear.
Dust: What'd you do that for?!
Mario smirked.
Mario: Such a tone...you'd better be careful, or I just might-
The Nintendo man made a quick motion with his hand, which caused both Steve and I to jump back. Mario smirked and zoomed in front of Steve, kicking him hard in the gut.
Steve: AUGH!!!
Steve fell back and landed on his back right next to Salem. It was just me now.
Mario: Heh, I love playing with the weak. They're so entertaining, and yet, they can be so boring too.
I growled, not knowing what I was going to do. But hey, when adreniline kicks in, you do crazy things. I was an example at the moment.
Steve: *coughs* Dust, no!
I'd lunged forward without even thinking. Throwing my fist right at Mario's nose, I was sure I had a clear shot. But-
Dust: Wha?! No-KUNGH!
I fell on my hands and knees hard from a hand strike to my back. Mario was so fast, he'd gotten right behind me and hit me down, before I could even touch him. The hand strike had hit my backpack, but gone right through it like a knife through butter. All of my spare papers and binders spilled onto the gravel road. The little black shoe box fell to the ground too. It landed on its side and the crystal necklaces piled out onto the road from the impact.
Dust: ...*coughs* shit...!
Mario: Hmm...well, I was hoping you'd last longer...but I guess that's what you get for picking on such a pathetic race...so I guess we part ways here.
Mario raised his hand and started to form a perfectly round fireball in his hand. It hovered right above his hand as if he were holding it, though it didn't touch his white gloved hand. He raised his arm, getting ready to throw it right down in my face.
Mario: Say goodbye!
At that moment, something happened. All I saw was a flash of green in my eyes, and then everything went black. I saw flashes from my past, and flashes from what appeared to be events that had not come to be. Or if they had, they did not include me. I saw a figure of a man, shrowded in darkness. He held a sword and a shield and wore a funny kind of hat. Then, in his place, a green crystal necklace appeared in front of me. And it was at that moment, I could hear the thousands of hissing voices saying two words.
Voices: Take it...Take it...Take it!!
I took the necklace in my right hand reluctantly, closing my fist around it. Then, the world shifted back to normal. I looked up to see Mario still standing above me, his fireball ready.
Mario: Say good- UGH!
I lunged on him, the necklace still in my closed fist. He fell back and jumped away from me.
Mario: Hmm, so you do have some fight in you after all...too bad the ones I killed back there gave up so easily.
My eyes widened.
Dust: Y...you killed...them?!
Mario shifted his feet and smirked.
Mario: Yeah, and they burnt good.
Dust: Grr...all those people...
I growled, feeling angry. Hell, angry didn't describe it all that well. I was pissed off. He'd hurt people, for no reason. Sure, this was weird, a Nintendo character going around wreaking havoc, but this was no time to get technical. I had to act for my friends, and for myself.
Dust: Grr...I don't know who you are...
Mario looked skeptically at me, as I growled with rage.
Mario: ??
Then at this point, the most incredible thing to ever happen to me occured.
Dust: I don't know who you are...BUT GO AWAY!!!
At this point, I screamed my bloody rage out at the top of my lungs. I couldn't help it, it was uncontrollable... and as I screamed, I could feel a heat rising around my body. An aura of light seemed to surround me as I screamed at the top of my lungs, letting my anger out. My eyes were shut, and opened again once I stopped screaming. The look I saw on Mario's face was a look of shock, confusion, and possible fear.
Mario: What the?!
The necklace glowed brightly in my hand. Placing it around my neck, I noticed that I had a whole new outfit on. I wore brown gloves, a green uniform and brown boots. I had a sword and a shield on my back, the sword in a beautifully crafted casing. I had changed...changed into...
Dust: ...Link?
Mario growled, narrowing his eyes. He opened his hand and a burning fireball formed. He swung his arm back.
Mario: Take this!
His arm shot forward, launching the fireball towards me. I should've been scared, but I felt so...sure that I could stop it, but that was impossible. It had to be...
Dust: KI...YAA!
But no! I reared my arm back without much warning to myself and shot it forward, hitting the ball away with my hand. The basketball sized fire blast hit a street light, burning half of it and knocking the remaining top part to the ground.
Mario: !! I don't know what's going on...BUT IT ENDS NOW!
Mario charged at me. I stood my ground, bending my knees and clenching my fists. I felt more confident than ever, it was a strange feeling. In an instant, Mario swung at me.
Mario: KAAAA- WHAT THE?!
By some miracle to my little teenage mind, I side-stepped his left handed punch easily and kick him in the stomach hard. Mario fell to the ground, clutching his ribs. He then made a grab for my leg. I jumped.
Dust: KIAAA!
Mario: !! AGH!
In a flash, I landed back on the ground with my sword out. In a quick, instinctive move, I swiped the blade along Mario's face. A scar formed on his left cheek. Mario placed his hand on his face to stop dark red blood from coming out.
Mario: GRR!!!
I was waiting for another attack, knowing I was going to screw up sooner or later when suddenly, Mario turned and bolted the other way. He was so fast, I couldn't see him after a while. I just stood there...scared, perplexed, and angry. Then I looked at myself and felt more dread than anyone ever felt in a horror film.
Dust: How do I go back?! I'm like...WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
Steve: ...D...D...Du...st??
I looked over at Steve.
Dust: It's me...uh, don't ask...
My voice was quiet because I was trying to hide the fear. I took a few deep breaths to calm down and then Steve's eyes went wide.
Dust: What's wrong...? You look like you're gonna throw up.
Steve pointed at me.
Steve: You...you are...you again...
I looked down at myself in shock, my jaw dropping. I was the same person again.
Dust: Whoa...I am...
I looked over at Steve.
Dust: Look, let's just get back to my place ok? And don't ask me any questions because I don't have any answers. We'll talk when we get back to my house.
Steve slowly nodded, as I walked over to him. Salem had kind of gone into a state of being knocked out, so we had to wake him up. After five minutes of shaking him, he awoke and we helped him up so we could get to my place. Salem complained that his jaw may be broken, Steve complained of a sore gut, and I complained about being scared shitless. The three of us were terrified beyond belief, and that's a feeling that sticks to you like glue. I was anxious to tell my friends what had happened, but there was one problem.
Salem: Dust...what was it-
Dust: I don't know...just leave it...
I had no idea...I had no idea what was going on...I was just a scared grade eight graduate who had duked it out with a Nintendo character and could turn into one myself. I was so scared and so confused.
And I had no idea what was in store for all of us...
Book #1
A/N: Hey, sorry if that first chapter didn't make much sense...well, some stuff is sure to happen in this one...
I forgot to mention...I don't own any of the DBZ style moves nor do I own the Smash brothers characters used in this story. I'm simply a guy trying to make an entertaining story...
Well, hope you enjoy! (THIS MAY SEEM KIND OF BORING AT FIRST, BUT STUFF WILL HAPPEN! I swear!)
Chapter 2 The Transformation
It was a beautiful, sunny Monday afternoon. Birds were chirping outside, the sun was beating down on everything, as a sign that summer was here. Everything was perfect for the outside world.
Unfortunately, I was inside a school gymnasium listening to the teachers give out awards. (_)
I was sitting in the gym wating for the "last day of school" award ceremony to come to a long awaited conclusion. Aside from the fact that I was bored out of my mind, I was one of the happiest guys alive. I was so happy that classes/exams were over, that it almost blocked out the shock I'd received from the last night event.
Ryan: God, this is so boring.
Steve: Ah, you'll live through it.
Tim: No he won't...
Those are the three friends of mine I was sitting with. We'd been sitting up against the side wall for about an hour and a half now, waiting for the award ceremony to end. Somehow, Salem had gotten out of it, for he was no where to be seen.
Steve: Hey does anybody have a watch?
Steve looked to Ryan and Tim, who were sitting to his right. I was sitting on Steve's left.
Ryan: Nope.
Tim: Don't look at me.
Steve then turned to me.
Steve: How about you Dust?
I didn't answer. I hadn't been very talkative that day. The whole thing about finding necklaces after an unnatural event like that was just too weird and incredible. Despite my end of school year happiness, I was feeling disturbed and worried. I was just happy that the last night had been a peaceful sleep. No dreams at all, just sleep.
Steve: Dust? Dustin? Hey Dustin.
I didn't answer. I don't even think I really heard him. What snapped me out of my thinking was his snapping fingers in my face.
Dust: ! Uh?!
Steve: Hey! You got a watch on you?
I had snapped awake from my thoughts and I was looking at him, eyes wide. Then I narrowed my eyes, calming down from the shock of being dragged from thought.
Dust: No Steve, I dont. Sorry...
Steve sunk down to the floor.
Steve: Damnit...
Tim poked Steve, causing him to look over.
Steve: Yeah what?
Tim: It shouldn't be too much longer.
Steve sighed, and then sat up.
Steve: Yeah, sounds reasonable. We've been here for a while anyways. It shouldn't be too much longer.
****
Fourty-five minutes later, the ceremony ended. Ryan, Steve, Tim and I exited the school. Then Steve walked over to Tim trembling like a crazy person.
Steve: Oh Tiiiim...
Tim turned to him, his purposely stupid smirk on his face. This was the kind of smirk that could have most people on their ass laughing if they weren't used to it.
Tim: Yeah?
Steve sighed, and then practically yelled.
Steve: The next time I listen to you, I want someone to hit me with a very hard, blunt object.
Tim nodded. We all laughed, feeling the pleasantness of summer sweep into our bodies.
Tim: Look, I've got to get home. I'll talk to you guys later.
We said our good-byes to Tim and he ran to the side of the school, which was out of our eye sight. His bike was locked up over on that side. Ryan left too, saying he had to get home to call his friend in Azaka City, a city down south of our home Caremo Town.
Dust: Well Steve, looks like it's just you and me. Let's head back to my place.
Steve nodded, shifting his backpack on his shoulders.
Steve: Yeah, let's get going.
We began walking through the field near the school. It wasn't too far a distance to get to my house from the school, but we had plenty of time to talk.
Dust: I wonder what highschool will be like...
Steve nodded.
Steve: What I'm wondering is how the hell Salem got out of being locked up in the award ceremony.
Just so you know, Steve is a little taller than I am, about 5'8. He has brown hair, but the top is dyed blonde. He one of those people who loves to hang around with the ladies if you know what I mean.
Dust: They probably kicked him out when he came to the front doors. It's not like he won anything.
Steve: Yeah, but why didn't they kick us out then?
We both laughed.
Dust: Dunno..
We continued to walk. Then we heard a familiar voice from behind shouting our names. I turned around to see an out of breath Salem running towards us. He stopped in front of me.
Salem: I'm comin'...huff...with you guys...
Dust: Yeah, sure...
Steve: Come on, let's go. Summer awaits us guys.
The three of us continued walking to my house. We got out of the field and began crossing the street near the hospital. I was just kind of rambling on about nothing.
Dust: No more homework, no more Mrs. Smith (my evil English/Social Studies teacher from hell *shudders*) no more handwriting and-
The ground seemed to shudder, and an eruption of flame and debris flew into the sky from the distance. We all looked to the right to see it, a shocking explosion coming from the department store. Let me tell you, it wasn't something you saw everyday. The three of us exchanged shocked glances.
Salem: What the Fuck?!?!
Dust: !!!
Steve: Holy shit! Let's go see what's going on!
We ran in the direction of the department store, now standing right across the street from it. A large chunk of it was on the ground now, smoldering black. Whatever had done this was powerful.
Dust: Damn, do you think someone...*shivers* stole a tank??
The other two didn't answer. We all just stared, shocked and scared.
Steve: There's not many people around. I think they all cleared out...
Sure enough, Steve was right. Any people left were clearing away from the scene in their cars or on foot.
Salem: Well, maybe we should just-
Our friend Salem was cut off because then "he" came out...he must've been maybe 5'10, he was taller than the three of us. He had black hair, a black mustache and black sideburns. He wore a red plumber suit with blue overalls. You'd have to have been a complete idiot not to recognize who he resembled.
Dust: What the hell?!
Steve: The nintendo guy?!
Salem: ?!?! Huh?!
Sure enough, this man resembled Mario, the one from the video games. The way he looked was real, yet out of this world. Kind of like those computer animations that look like real people, but you know they aren't. He had walked out from behind a few cars he'd piled up. Turning to them, he opened his palm. Smirking, he launched what appeared to be a fireball from his hand. The cars were incinerated, and one of them exploded, causing a chain reaction with the other cars. We could only watch in horror as this happened.
Dust: We...should run...
Steve's teeth were chattering.
Steve: Uh, yeah...let's-
We were virtually paralyzed, too scared to move. Our legs were like jelly, and they felt more like toothpicks about to snap when the ruthless Nintendo beast set his sights on us.
Mario: ...
Dust/Steve/Salem: !!!! AH!
He smirked, and walked over to us. He stopped about 7 feet away from us. He laughed a low, sinister laugh.
Mario: Why don't you run children? Don't I frighten you?
We were silent. At this time, we did not want to get the Nintendo man angry.
Mario: Or...did you come to watch the fireworks?
Regretfully, Salem had to open his mouth.
Salem: I thought you were supposed to be Itali- UGH!
Salem didn't get to finish what he was saying because Mario practically disappeared and reappeared in front of him. His fist collided with Salem's jaw so hard, that Salem flew off his feet and landed hard on his back.
Dust: Salem! Are you okay?!
Salem groaned, trying to get up, but instead falling back down. He wiped blood away from his mouth, which was letting out some blood from the impact to his jaw. He didn't move much after that. I turned towards Mario, glaring and forgetting my fear.
Dust: What'd you do that for?!
Mario smirked.
Mario: Such a tone...you'd better be careful, or I just might-
The Nintendo man made a quick motion with his hand, which caused both Steve and I to jump back. Mario smirked and zoomed in front of Steve, kicking him hard in the gut.
Steve: AUGH!!!
Steve fell back and landed on his back right next to Salem. It was just me now.
Mario: Heh, I love playing with the weak. They're so entertaining, and yet, they can be so boring too.
I growled, not knowing what I was going to do. But hey, when adreniline kicks in, you do crazy things. I was an example at the moment.
Steve: *coughs* Dust, no!
I'd lunged forward without even thinking. Throwing my fist right at Mario's nose, I was sure I had a clear shot. But-
Dust: Wha?! No-KUNGH!
I fell on my hands and knees hard from a hand strike to my back. Mario was so fast, he'd gotten right behind me and hit me down, before I could even touch him. The hand strike had hit my backpack, but gone right through it like a knife through butter. All of my spare papers and binders spilled onto the gravel road. The little black shoe box fell to the ground too. It landed on its side and the crystal necklaces piled out onto the road from the impact.
Dust: ...*coughs* shit...!
Mario: Hmm...well, I was hoping you'd last longer...but I guess that's what you get for picking on such a pathetic race...so I guess we part ways here.
Mario raised his hand and started to form a perfectly round fireball in his hand. It hovered right above his hand as if he were holding it, though it didn't touch his white gloved hand. He raised his arm, getting ready to throw it right down in my face.
Mario: Say goodbye!
At that moment, something happened. All I saw was a flash of green in my eyes, and then everything went black. I saw flashes from my past, and flashes from what appeared to be events that had not come to be. Or if they had, they did not include me. I saw a figure of a man, shrowded in darkness. He held a sword and a shield and wore a funny kind of hat. Then, in his place, a green crystal necklace appeared in front of me. And it was at that moment, I could hear the thousands of hissing voices saying two words.
Voices: Take it...Take it...Take it!!
I took the necklace in my right hand reluctantly, closing my fist around it. Then, the world shifted back to normal. I looked up to see Mario still standing above me, his fireball ready.
Mario: Say good- UGH!
I lunged on him, the necklace still in my closed fist. He fell back and jumped away from me.
Mario: Hmm, so you do have some fight in you after all...too bad the ones I killed back there gave up so easily.
My eyes widened.
Dust: Y...you killed...them?!
Mario shifted his feet and smirked.
Mario: Yeah, and they burnt good.
Dust: Grr...all those people...
I growled, feeling angry. Hell, angry didn't describe it all that well. I was pissed off. He'd hurt people, for no reason. Sure, this was weird, a Nintendo character going around wreaking havoc, but this was no time to get technical. I had to act for my friends, and for myself.
Dust: Grr...I don't know who you are...
Mario looked skeptically at me, as I growled with rage.
Mario: ??
Then at this point, the most incredible thing to ever happen to me occured.
Dust: I don't know who you are...BUT GO AWAY!!!
At this point, I screamed my bloody rage out at the top of my lungs. I couldn't help it, it was uncontrollable... and as I screamed, I could feel a heat rising around my body. An aura of light seemed to surround me as I screamed at the top of my lungs, letting my anger out. My eyes were shut, and opened again once I stopped screaming. The look I saw on Mario's face was a look of shock, confusion, and possible fear.
Mario: What the?!
The necklace glowed brightly in my hand. Placing it around my neck, I noticed that I had a whole new outfit on. I wore brown gloves, a green uniform and brown boots. I had a sword and a shield on my back, the sword in a beautifully crafted casing. I had changed...changed into...
Dust: ...Link?
Mario growled, narrowing his eyes. He opened his hand and a burning fireball formed. He swung his arm back.
Mario: Take this!
His arm shot forward, launching the fireball towards me. I should've been scared, but I felt so...sure that I could stop it, but that was impossible. It had to be...
Dust: KI...YAA!
But no! I reared my arm back without much warning to myself and shot it forward, hitting the ball away with my hand. The basketball sized fire blast hit a street light, burning half of it and knocking the remaining top part to the ground.
Mario: !! I don't know what's going on...BUT IT ENDS NOW!
Mario charged at me. I stood my ground, bending my knees and clenching my fists. I felt more confident than ever, it was a strange feeling. In an instant, Mario swung at me.
Mario: KAAAA- WHAT THE?!
By some miracle to my little teenage mind, I side-stepped his left handed punch easily and kick him in the stomach hard. Mario fell to the ground, clutching his ribs. He then made a grab for my leg. I jumped.
Dust: KIAAA!
Mario: !! AGH!
In a flash, I landed back on the ground with my sword out. In a quick, instinctive move, I swiped the blade along Mario's face. A scar formed on his left cheek. Mario placed his hand on his face to stop dark red blood from coming out.
Mario: GRR!!!
I was waiting for another attack, knowing I was going to screw up sooner or later when suddenly, Mario turned and bolted the other way. He was so fast, I couldn't see him after a while. I just stood there...scared, perplexed, and angry. Then I looked at myself and felt more dread than anyone ever felt in a horror film.
Dust: How do I go back?! I'm like...WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
Steve: ...D...D...Du...st??
I looked over at Steve.
Dust: It's me...uh, don't ask...
My voice was quiet because I was trying to hide the fear. I took a few deep breaths to calm down and then Steve's eyes went wide.
Dust: What's wrong...? You look like you're gonna throw up.
Steve pointed at me.
Steve: You...you are...you again...
I looked down at myself in shock, my jaw dropping. I was the same person again.
Dust: Whoa...I am...
I looked over at Steve.
Dust: Look, let's just get back to my place ok? And don't ask me any questions because I don't have any answers. We'll talk when we get back to my house.
Steve slowly nodded, as I walked over to him. Salem had kind of gone into a state of being knocked out, so we had to wake him up. After five minutes of shaking him, he awoke and we helped him up so we could get to my place. Salem complained that his jaw may be broken, Steve complained of a sore gut, and I complained about being scared shitless. The three of us were terrified beyond belief, and that's a feeling that sticks to you like glue. I was anxious to tell my friends what had happened, but there was one problem.
Salem: Dust...what was it-
Dust: I don't know...just leave it...
I had no idea...I had no idea what was going on...I was just a scared grade eight graduate who had duked it out with a Nintendo character and could turn into one myself. I was so scared and so confused.
And I had no idea what was in store for all of us...