A/N: Sorry about the wait, but my computer was being positivly evil for the past few days. Couldn't do a thing with it....
Disclaimer: You know what I'm about to say(or should that be type?)here, but I'll write it anyway. I do not own SSBM, yada yada yada. Satisfied?
It was now 9:45, and the Smashers were all preparing for the tournament in one way or another.
"I don't know why everyone's so worked up over this, we have tournaments during tournaments, or at least until Master Hand and Crazy Hand lose intrest..." Marth grumbled to Roy as he polished his sword.
"Yeah, but there's a prize worth winning this time! Not like one of those cheesy trophies from the oversized Trophy Machine down in the souvenire shop. I mean, kids buy those for what, two coins each! I could buy like 15 of those!" Roy replied, plopping down into a nearby chair.
"Yeah, if you actually had any money." Marth smirked.
"Uh-huh, real funny Marth. By the way, that sword's gonna blind somebody if you polish it anymore." Roy replied as Marth scowled at him.
"I'm just worried about what'll happen to all of us if somebody actually wins..." Zelda said thoughtfully as she walked towards the two swordsmen.
"Don't worry. You think Master and Crazy will actually let one of us win? By the way, if you polish that sword of yours anymore, you're gonna blind somebody, Marth." Falco broke in, leaning over the back of one of the huge wing chairs scattered all around the room, ignoring the death glare he was getting from Marth.
"Hey, has anyone seen Kirby lately? We wanna play volleyball, and Jigglypuff's too light." Bowser's deep voice rumbled as he stomped into the room where everyone else was.
"Uh..last time I saw him, Yoshi was using him as a hat. Said something about flying..." Roy said, screwing up his face in a look of concentration.
"Oh, so he's doomed then. Thanks anyway..." Bowser said as he passed by a window where, off in the distance, a green blob flew past by blowing himself up with air, like Kirby would.
"Anyway, has anyone seen those two lately? Or those assistant people, now that I think of it..." Zelda asked curiously as the others all shook their heads.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the Mansion that was ridiculosly big, even for some twenty-odd people, Master Hand was meeting with a figure standing in the shadows.
"So, can you REALLY do something about all of this?" Master Hand asked the figure skeptically.
"Of course, iffen I calls in alla my boys. Dis here's a big job, you unnerstand? Bumpin' off a coupla shapeshifters and sabotaging a tournament--requires a lotta manpower, not ta mention cash. " The figure told him confidently.
"You've already been paid, so get to it!" Master Hand told it sternly.
"Alright, but dis place is ridiculosly big, even for some twenny-odd peoples. Dis could take a bit a time..." The figure muttered as it stole away. Master Hand watched it go. Suddenly, a tiny glove with wings and a halo appeared next to Master Hand.
"You shouldn't kill people who are only trying to help you!" It lectured him.
Another glove appeared on Master Hand's other side, only it was bright red and had horns, a pointed tail and a pitchfork.
"Don't listen to him! Kill whoever you want and let God sort 'em all out!" It shouted angrily.
Master Hand looked from one glove to the other. "Are you guys my consience or something?" He asked suspiciously.
"Sure, why not." The red glove said, shrugging.
"Wait a minute, I have a consciense?" Master Hand asked incredulosly.
"Wait, you're not Santa Claus? Sorry, wrong guy." The white glove told him as it and the other glove poofed out of existence.
"Hmph. Second time in one day." Master Hand muttered to himself as he went off to go complain to the Information section of whatever place kept sending people to him.
Yay! I always wanted to write a shady character into one of my fanfics...
Oh, and R&R now please!