AN: Wow, I actually made it to Chapter 2. And I even got a review! Yay! Anyways, just a quick note: I'll be on vacation by the time this gets up, so don't expect Chapter 3 for a few days, 'kay?
Disclaimer: I do not own SSBM, SSB, any corporate giants that somehow get in here, or anything else! Really!
It was now 8 in the morning. However, most of the Smashers were still sleeping, which was probably the most constructive thing that would get done all day. Siegfried and Roi had long since disappeared into the depths of the Mansion, probably down one of the many unexplored hallways in the cavernous building, where Master Hand was hoping they'd stay. It wasn't like it would be difficult to do, either. Most people had problems finding the front door. Then again, Siegfried and Roi were NOT most people...
At 8:02, Roy appeared in the gigantic kitchen, bleary eyed and still half asleep. This was a rare occurence for the pyro. Usually Roy was like this at noon. The redhead rummaged through a cupboard, futilely searching for something edible. Coming up empty, he turned around to see a stranger watching him with a slightly amused look on his face.
"Great. Master's been tinkering with the fabric of the universe again. I TOLD him playing God was a bad idea..." Roy grumbled, half to himself.
" ...I was just looking through the records in one of those rooms down there..." Siegfried said, taken aback by the strange response.
"For real? This dump actually has RECORDS? And you actually found them? Most people have a hard time finding the front door." Roy exclaimed, suddenly wide awake.
"Yeah, if you count a few mangled scraps of paper in an otherwise bare room. I was expecting a more detailed setup, actually." Siegfried answered him.
"Good luck. Master Hand and Crazy Hand never leave the 3 1/2 floor unless it's a special occasion, and even that's difficult. I doubt they'd leave to go keep records." Roy said cynically.
"3 1/2 floor? Crazy Hand?" Siegfried raised an eyebrow.
"Welcome to the Smasher's Mansion."
Up in the 3 1/2 floor, Master Hand was fuming.
"They have to go! I don't know how much longer I can stand listening to them!"
"Look, they might be useful. I mean, how bad can two humans be?" Crazy asked calmly.
"How would you know, you weren't there! You should have heard the response I got when I told them I had no idea who they were! As if the others aren't bad enough, now I have to deal with two more!" Master Hand ranted, pacing up and down.
"Hey, don't I get one? I could always use a personal slave..." Crazy Hand grinned.
"You mean 'assistant'. Anyway, it's YOUR funeral. You can have 'em both, if you're so desperate for companionship." Master Hand muttered gloomily.
Ok, R&R please!