The Coming of Warriors Part III
Location: Superflat World
Stickman was coming home after his long hard work of being a DJ.
"Beep, boop, bop!" he said.
Putting in subtitles for Stickman his statement translated too:
"I love my job."
Stickman saw his college apartment at a distance. Stickman attended the University of North Flat Zone. He jumped over a doughnut hole just so he won't fall in. As everyone knows what happened if you fall in a doughnut hole.
Stickman checked his mailbox.
"I'm tired of these credit card offers," he started. "Like I want to pay later. If a customer wanted something now, he should pay now. That's what pops always told me. Ah, pops."
Stickman then saw a special letter.
"A letter," he said. "Letters are nice."
Stickman tore open the envelope and read it.
"Dear Mr. Stickman Game & Watch. Congratulations! You have been worthy enough in our eyes to participate in tournament. This tournament will features fighters from all over, space, time, and dimensions."
Stickman looked at the last word with wonder. "dimensions"
"To enter, please go through the portal that is currently located in your bathroom."
Stickman thought to himself "A portal in my bathroom? Now that's what I call a porto potty. "
(rimshot)
"But still," Stickman said, getting serious. "A tournament where fighters come across different dimensions, I live in the 2nd dimension, and I wonder what it's like to be from the 3rd, or the 4th, or even the first."
Stickman then thought about this, and then came to a conclusion.
"That's it! This is too much of an opportunity to pass up. I might even get extra credit in algebra and/or physics. To the bathroom!"
Stickman ran to his bathroom to his destiny.
Location: Safari Zone
Mewthree was flying threw the area look for a Pokemon worthy of his skills. He grew stronger with each battle as his heart desires.
"I've been through this area thrice." He stated. "I'm starting to banishing the Hands twenty five years ago. As least they knew who tough fighters were. And I never had a worthy challenge since."
Mewthree camouflage himself and started to meditate. He was having visions of the Smash Bros tournament, twenty five years ago. He then heard a message in his vision.
"Mewthree"
"What's that voice?" He thought to himself. "Sounds heavenly."
"Mewthree. We have understand you have a great thirst for battle. That is why you are invited to participate in a tournament. You will face warriors from across time and space. You will prove how worthy you are as a fighter. If you want to come, head up to the lake."
Mewthree awoke from his vision.
"Hmm. A tournament where I fight warriors across the universe? I wonder if the Hands are back. Can't be. They're banished in the Portal of Despair. There is no way they could have escape. So I assume that this tournament is actually worth it. Maybe these fighters are more worthy than the Smash Bros."
Mewthree flew to the lake of the Safari Zone to find a Raichu and a Wigglytuff going through that portal.
Mewthree thought "What's this? Were they also invited? Doesn't matter. My powers will be more than enough for them and anybody else who stands in my way.
Mewthree flew into the portal. Minutes later, Missingno appeared with its eerily smile.
"Is this the portal I'm suppose to go through?" Missingno said to himself. "That invitation I got about a fighting tournament was written in Unown. Well I checked the other lakes and this is the only one with a strange portal. I can't wait to defeat anything that even walks to my path."
Missingno jump through the portal and the portal vanished.
Location: Infinity Mountain
Ice Climbers, Popo and Nana, were skiing down a mountain. Both of them are older and more mature looking. Popo recalled the events that happened to him and Nana about the Smash Bros.
"I can't believe that was five years ago when all that insanity happened," he said.
"Me neither," Nana agreed. "But I do find it flattering somebody thought we were tough enough to be in a fighting tournament."
"Me too. Things have gotten a bit boring around here. I always thought something would happen. Like maybe the hands returned or something."
"Don't say that. The last thing we need is a dark, universal order." Nana squealed.
"I was only joking. I don't think the Hands returned. There's no possible way." Popo defended. "I better checked the mail."
After they had finish their skiing for the day, they headed back to their house. Popo found a special envelope that awaited his and his sister's destiny.
"Uh…Nana?" Popo said wearily.
"Yes."
"We have been invited to a….tournament."
Nana's mouth was wide a gape.
"You don't think…" she started.
"It can't be….are the Hands back? I thought we've sent them to their eternal doom!"
"Who is the invitation from?"
"Someone called 'The One.'"
"So, what do we do?"
"Perhaps," Popo started. "We should go and find out if this 'One' is one of the hands. It might be dangerous, but we have each other so we won't be in too much danger."
Nana agreed and they both left.