Downfall of a Smasher
I've been getting a lot of questions, so let's make this clear. I will post a list of who is dead and who is in. Also, about whether people are 'good' or 'bad,' you will find out as the story progresses.
OUT:
Fox
Ness
Young Link
Pichu
Zelda
Marth
Mario
Luigi
Link
Yoshi
Pikachu
Dr. Mario
IN
Donkey Kong
Ice Climbers
Mr. Game and Watch
Samus
Captain Falcon
Bowser
Ganondorf
Peach
Mewtwo
Roy
Falco
Jigglypuff
Kirby
Updates will be going a lot more slowly from now on.
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I struck out with a fist the size of Kirby or Jigglypuff, putting a dent in the training pillar half a foot deep. I took the same fist, balanced on it, and spun around with my feet out. The pillar took another hit. Finally, I smashed the earth, sending the base of the pillar rumbling.
I was the dumb one. Donkey Kong. Sometimes I felt like the smaller ones, being patronized and picked on. I had tried to fit in with Bowser and Ganondorf from the beginning. They let me in as a tagalong of sorts. I discovered that their style of cruel pranks were not for me, so I attempted to join the middle class. The constant whirl of relationships, romantic and friendly, confused me. They kicked me out. Now I was a loner, occasionally hanging out with the little kids.
I wasn't stupid enough not to know that they were in trouble. Now it was obvious to all, but I had sensed it from the beginning. They were angry. I felt like it all the time. But I knew that if I let loose, I'd have to be locked away like the beast I was. I was too dangerous when I was angry.
So I looked at it as my fault. It made me feel terrible. But I had to stay in the tournament. It was all I had. I had to mend the growing rift, or there would be no tournament next year. It was like saying there would be no home for me next year.
I decided to talk to Master Hand about it.
I visited him on Final Destination, his eternal home. He was sleeping, his fingers twitching, but he woke up as soon as I set foot on his ground.
"Donkey Kong? There aren't any Classic matches during the tournament…"
I wasn't that stupid. I ground my teeth and began. "I know, Master Hand. I wanted to talk to you."
The hand propped itself up. "Ask away, then, ask away…"
"If I lost the tournament… and there was no tournament next year… could I live here anyway? I don't have anything to go home to, and the way things are…"
"I've sensed it too," the Master Hand said. "We have to act fast. I do not know if you could stay, but we must do our best to ensure that such a thing does not happen."
"How?" I asked.
"We must try to discover which side of the line everyone stands on," Master Hand said. "After that we can make an informed decision-"
Three portals opened up in the sky. Bowser and the Ice Climbers came falling down.
"Master Hand, we-" Bowser began, and he saw me. "It's you. I can wrap something up here." He advanced on me. I stood my ground.
"You betrayed me," he snarled. "You could have been one of the big boys… but you didn't. Why, too hard for you to make any friends?"
My fists curled. My tie fluttered.
The Ice Climbers broke in. "What did Pikachu do to you? You didn't need to kill him!"
"The tournament is all I have!" I howled at them. "It was a choice between me and Pikachu… I wasn't going to throw the fight."
"He was our chance at returning the peace!" Nana snarled.
Bowser stepped forward again. "Awww… well, I'll give you tournament, you hairy son of-"
I lashed out, smacking him in the mouth. A few fangs went out, tinkling on the ground. He went very quiet. The Master Hand was not there.
With a roar of rage, he came at me, followed by the Ice Climbers. He curled up in his shell and began to roll at me, while the Ice Climbers began to run. They threw out their belaying rope, one flying far ahead of his twin.
I jumped over Bowser, pricking my feet, and grabbed the rope. The Ice Climbers were spun in my hand like a set of bolas. Bowser tried to move in, but my shield prevented him.
Finally the Ice Climbers let go, landing on the far edges of the stage, and got back together. Bowser was supremely angry, and he charged once again. I sidestepped, but his head turned and hit me with a burst of flame. I was sent flying toward Nana, and her hammer began to pound on me.
I was hurt, but I easily pried her off, grabbed her by the hood and threw her off the stage. It had come to this.
Popo was still alive, but I saw him stagger. He'd lost part of himself. I took the opportunity. I leaped at him and took him out with a spinning kick, sending him to the ground. Picking him up, I gave him a piledriver that Kirby would have been proud of. I then had to contend with Bowser.
I swiveled around to get a lashing of claws in the face. I felt scar tissue form; this was no tournament match where all wounds healed. This was real. I tried to counter, but he raked a foot at my head. I was knocked off of my feet and stayed there.
Bowser came at me, his claws extending even further. He began to take a running leap. I tensed, seeing him coming down right on me-
He was batted out of the air by a white glove. The Master Hand! The giant glove picked up Bowser, ignoring the searing spikes, and began to squeeze.
Bowser was crumpling, but his spikes were damaging. Master Hand was getting weaker-
With a terrible effort, Master Hand flung Bowser off the stage.
I dragged myself at him. He shook a strange, silvery substance out of his wounds- blood?- and turned his palm at me.
"We have to work quickly," he said.
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