DMC presents…
THE SMASH FILES REWRITE PROJECT
Meaning that want it or not, I'm slowly rewriting some parts or the whole story. To make it better. Or something. Those who have reviewed since I last updated or replaced a chapter with a rewritten, shiny new chapter, I THANK YOU! Thank you for letting me know what you think about my story!
RavenGhost: Well, I think it was weird. I don't know, when I'm done rewriting, I might rewrite it again with some humour that actually has class.
Dragonair-Ice Sage: I can't write a sequel, because the ending ended everything. Link and Roy died… Marth and Zelda got married… It's over, sorry for that.
LinkGirl: Woo, you have so many and so long reviews I'm going to be in a lot of trouble answering all of them. Thank you, I really love vampires, have written a separate fic about them actually. I got so inspired from Hellsing. The fifth episode was inspired from Devil May Cry and an opponent in it. Was it called Shadow or something? Anyway, I thought paintings are very creepy and add a weird cat-thing to them was fun, I enjoyed writing that episode and letting Marth and Young Link be the heroes after Young Link confessed his feelings. I know it's weird to make Zelda drunk, but I just had to, it was so fun! And that she wanted to make Link and Roy a couple too, who wouldn't? I had once written a part where Marth dashes in while they're making love and lots of embarrassment and everything, but then I decided to save it for the end whne Roy's already gone and Link wants to go with him. Roy's body temperature's so high because he is fire and in extreme heat no bacteria or larvae can survive. It was like an appetizer for the future episode Flare, Flare, Redhead! I just had to put that line somewhere from the old Zelda cartoon, I was surprised someone noticed it! Thank you, that episode was hard to write because of the two different story formats and both of them acting so weird and everything. When I ended this story I knew nothing about the Fire Emblem VI and I created Roy's father and his past so that he's almost like my own character. I'm glad you enjoyed, I enjoyed writing it and to be honest, maybe someday in the future I might write another Smash Files because I've got ideas for the files, but not yet for the relationships. If you liked this, I suggest you to read the S.F.B.I. because it's a lot like this story, but focuses mostly on the relationships between the four.
nicky: I'm so glad you liked it, this was my first story I ever finished. I had a story called "Vincent's Life" but I hated it and erased it. Also, I never imagined this story would become so liked because in the beginning no one really reviewed and I kept writing because I wanted to write. I don't know what happened, but then people started to like it and I'm happy about that.
Unilintu: Yeah, I've got nothing against Marth/Roy or Marth/Link, but there are way too many fanfics about them. I wanted to bring forth the coupling I love and it seems that I have inspired at least one writer and encouraged many others to like Link/Roy!
THE SMASH FILES
To Make Things Clear for the Episode 01: Link represents Mulder and Roy Scully. And I have absolutely nothing against Young Link, I think he fit here pretty well and he's kinda cute also…
EPISODE 01: Wooden Face Part 01 IT's here
Young Link tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't sleep after that horror movie he had watched with Captain Falcon. Of course he knew no such thing existed as Pennywise, but at night it seemed like everything came to life. Not just because in dreams everything was possible, but because it was dark and anything could lurk in the darkest corners of your room, hide under your bed, watch you with it's red eyes.
He had wanted to show Captain Falcon that he wasn't easily scared. No way, not him. He was a big boy already, he could watch horror movies and he wouldn't be afraid of them. They were all just fiction, someone had invented all those scary things and made a movie of them.
He turned on his back. That way he could easily look into any direction if he heard some suspicious sounds. The clock ticked on the wall calmingly, but he thought he had heard another sound, as if something had moved under his bed. But that was ridiculous, wasn't it? If monsters didn't exist, how could there be something under his bed? So it had to be empty.
Empty?
Young Link heard, how something moved under him. The same sound he had heard just seconds before, now it was a lot louder, it was clear there was something. His imagination took him over and he wondered what did it look like, how long were its fangs, how bloodthirsty were its eyes? Its claws against the cold floor. There was surely something under his bed. Probably a monster? Maybe it was the murderer from the movie he just saw? Young Link sat up his eyes wide and reached for the light switch.
The whole room lit up. There was nothing suspicious in his room. See? he thought. You're just so scared that you're imagination does tricks with you. There's no way someone could've come in here, the door had been closed all the time.
Vampires can go to closed rooms without even being noticed. Ghosts can go through walls. You remember the monster in that movie? It didn't need to open doors to get to rooms. It was already there.
No! It can't be it! He tried to assure the voice inside him. Nothing could've come to this room while I was away! Absolutely nothing! The door was closed and such things don't even exist!
What about those people who've seen the supernatural? Are they all lying? And all the books, what about the stories in them?
They're all someone's imagination! Those books are for fools! Now be quiet! I'm trying to sleep!
Fall asleep and IT will get you.
There's no IT! There's nothing in this room! Everything's completely normal!
Young Link reached for the switch and as he tried to switch it off, his hand hit his milk bottle on the table next to his bed. It fell and Young Link closed his eyes tightly and waited for it to crash. He knew he couldn't catch it, so he didn't even try.
No crash. The bottle didn't hit the floor. Why didn't it hit the floor? Young Link waited a moment. He kept his eyes closed for a long time.
See? There's no IT, huh! What are you going to say now? The voice inside him laughed.
Probably it fell on top of my clothes. That's why it didn't break, Young Link thought, but didn't believe it.
Look what happened to your bottle! Look! LOOK! The voice commanded and Young Link obeyed it. He looked over the edge of the bed and to the place where he'd dropped the bottle, shaking of fear, but it was gone. There was nothing. Young Link sighed in relief. Thank gods! It's rolled under my bed, I'll get it in the morning.
Under your bed… That's exactly where it went, but did you hear it fall to the floor? The voice asked, but it seemed like it didn't want an answer. It was just trying to scare him. It enjoyed to scare him. Or did you hear it roll? Did you?
There's nothing in this room! Only me! Now be quiet and let me sleep! Young Link thought to himself. His imagination was indeed a tough enemy and it just wouldn't be quiet.
You know yourself that something's wrong… But what? To know that, you need to check what's under your bed…
No! Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm sleeping now. Link thought as he reached to the switch again.
Yes, it can, but WILL it wait? Will it, Youngie?
Link pulled his hand back. Maybe it was better to leave the lights on. He wasn't so scared that way, but he was still shaking. I'm not scared, he thought. Not even a little bit.
Do the lights make you feel better, Jumpy? Do they make the fear go away?
Yes, I feel better already. I'll just go and get my sword and shield and everything's going to be fine.
It might attack your back while you go get your sword. It might attack you any moment now.
Young Link's sword was near the door, in the corner farthest away from him, shining in the light of the lamp. Great, he thought. From now on, I'll sleep with my sword under my pillow.
From now on? Are you sure you'll live long enough to hold that sword in your hand?
STOP IT! Young Link sat on his bed and he held his head with his hands. The fear was growing too huge to handle, he knew he was shaking all over, his teeth were clattering against each other. Just stop it, please… Stop it…
He put his feet on the cold floor and closed his eyes. Nothing happened. Ha! Who's laughing now? he thought and ran to his sword.
You may laugh now… But who's the last one to laugh?
I am! He took his sword as he sighed in relief. Now I'm safe! Finally I can go to sleep in peace. He turned around and froze, seeing something he couldn't believe. It wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
What did I tell you?
He ducked down, maybe there was a way to be saved. This wasn't any monster from a horror movie, this was something real. This was really happening. Then something hit him and he lost consciousness, but the creature wasn't finished yet...
There, another rewritten chapter, I hope you enjoyed! Now go read the S.F.B.I.'s update if you haven't already! Thank you for reading, review if you want to!