I'm back, Chapter 5 will be Falco, and it will be a bit longer and more detailed, because I thought it up last night. So here it is.
Chapter 5: Falco
I don't own the SSBM crew, or Nintendo.
The crowd of wireframes were, as usual, going wild on the benches on all sides of the boxing ring. They seemed to enjoy the "show" no matter what went on, unaware of what happened to the previous crews.
And then there were the homewatchers.
The wireframes that watched the SSBM techniques and moves show on their television, knowing that the previous crowds died, and signing up to be a member anyway, for the sake of watching famous creatures execute special moves only with a bit more reality involved.
Next were the basic homewatchers. They were the ones that slouched on their chairs in their messed up living rooms, turned on the TV, and stared at it. They may not have been watching the show. The tv could've been turned off. None the less, they didn't mind watching rectangles with a tad bit of radiation involved.
Actually, they enjoyed it.
Meaning they'll go ten times as wild being able to witness the event of a cohort of Nintendo stars gathered together to use special moves in one game. Why not go insane?
So they did, and it drove the announcer crazy. He acted more or less as irritated with the crowd as when he first had Kirby in the spotlight. He hated it.
The crowd screamed as the trapdoor opened, and one wireframe went absolutely insane, darting off the benches, around the arena, breathing heavily, and even burning a giant hole in the ring.
"That's enough!" shouted the announcer furiously. The trapdoor was completely opened now. He grabbed the wireframe, and threw him out the window. The crowd went silent, and everyone could hear a feint scream in the distance. The crowd resumed conversing and cheering.
The announcer sighed.
"Definitely not cut out to be a teacher
That doesn't stop this powerful creature!
Welcome Falco!" the announcer recited, reading it directly out of a "Smashers and toilet-training" book. He then threw it away.
The cannon at the bottom of the opening was revealed, and Falco was blasted out into the air. The trapdoor immediately shut behind him, and he plummeted back to the ground. Falco stood up, and brushed off his knees. He gazed at the screaming crowd and shook his head in disbelief.
The announcer nodded.
"What...am I doing here?" asked Falco, ignoring the crowd.
"Can anyone tell Falco what he is doing here?" asked the announcer.
"TO SIGN US ALL UP FOR VOLLEYBALL!" the crowd screamed.
"That's ri—wait...no. You're here because you've been chosen to be in the new melee game coming out soon, but only if your moves are correct. That's where I'm here to help!" explained the announcer.
Falco looked around and studied the walls for a while, and then nodded.
The crowd resumed cheering...and ranting about pineapples. "Show us some moves!" said the announcer.
Falco worriedly looked at the huge hole in the ring, and then shook it off. He took out a gun and shot it towards the audience.
"OW! MY EYE!" one shrieked in pain, although the blast had hit him in the stomach. The wireframe eventually just burned up and died.
"Sorry." said Falco, not sorry at all.
"Oh, no, it's ok. I like it anyway. I am smart that way," said the announcer, not smart at all.
"Good, I hate those things," said Falco. Falco dashed forward at amazing speed, with blue silhouettes following close behind. One disappeared, but one of them remained.
The blue Falco doppelganger darted off. "I'm livin' my own life! Forget you dudes! You all suck--" He then ran into a pole and disappeared and Falco stared wide-eyed.
"Amazing move," said the announcer. "But lots of crazy things happen here..."
"I didn't know..." said Falco.
The crowd stopped cheering and become bored, so they took out more bags of tomatoes, chucking them at Falco, who pulled up a blue shield. The tomatoes were reflected back at the crowd, killing them all, and then the announcer replaced them. Falco stood still, and fire appeared around him. He was launched up into the sky at rapid speed.
Unfortunately after that, he just happened to fall into the hole in the boxing ring, and hit something metal and died. The announcer built ground over the hole to make sure no incidents like that happened again and the crowd continued screaming. None had tomatoes, but instead pineapple juice, and books on how to play volleyball, apparently having personalities similar to the previous crowd. The announcer shook his head.
So that was longer with more detail, but what matters is, was it better? Haha flame me anyway...or don't I don't care anymore...