Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros and Miitopia

Chapter 1

I regained my composure as Kokoro returned to my bedroom with a tray of breakfast and black tea. She set the tray on my desk and gazed at me concernedly. I figured I should investigate. I am very nervous right now. I am paired with Ike in an upcoming match, and I have no idea how I'd handle Bowser and Ganondorf. I knew Bowser and Ganondorf personally since I played their respective games in my past life, but I never once played a Fire Emblem game.

I gripped a plastic football in my hand so tightly as I sat on my bed. I pondered about the match for a while, haven't touched my breakfast or black tea. I needed to figure out how to beat Bowser and Ganondorf. If I am reborn in the Super Smash Brother universe, I can't return to my original world. I would have to do anything to stay alive in this one. Wait, I remember now. There was a training mode in the Smash bros games.

"Mochi, are you sure you are well?" Kokoro was worried about me.

"Yes, is there a training m-I mean room?'

"Of course," Kokoro raised her left eyebrow in confusion. "Mochi, I think you should check in with Dr. Mario. I'm afraid you may be suffering from amnesia. Did you hit your head in the last match with Sephiroth?"

I widened my eyes at Kokoro in shock. A day before I died, I fought against a Sephiroth online. Did my consciousness follow me here? I always lose online matches, so does this mean I am considered a loser in this universe?

"Oh my goodness!" Kokoro gasped, having her palms close to her mouth as she gaped at me. "You do have amnesia! We have to see Dr. Mario!"

Maybe we should see Dr. Mario in case. I placed the tray on my lap and began to eat breakfast. It tasted delicious and was too realistic for me to think to deny the fact that I was isekaied into the Smash universe. If I help the SSB characters save their world from danger, maybe I would regain consciousness from a coma in the real world? Or was my body already six feet under a tombstone?

"You're right, Kokoro. I'm getting spooked now." I admitted to the pink-haired brawler. "First, let us finish our breakfast."

Kokoro and I were in a medical room. Once Dr. Mario was done with a checkup and ran tests, he smiled, giving me a thumbs-up. I feel relief. A least I won't pass out during a match. We left the medical room and headed toward the training room. We passed Wario, Waluigi, and Daisy hanging out in the corridor while Mario and Sonic had a challenging bet. I wonder if Waluigi was still an assisting trophy in this SSB universe. I always wanted Waluigi to be an official player character. Kokoro and I entered the training room.

"Yo!" A male Mii swordfighter approached us. He has navy blue hair and plum-colored eyes. His name was Hector, and he was also my Mii swordfighter in Ultimate, besides Mochi and Kokoro. "I heard you were in the medical room with Dr. Mario. I hope Sephiroth did not damage your brain too much, Mochi." He smiled at me gently.

"Meh. I'm fine. I need to train more to be strong enough." I said, smiling back at him.

The training room was enormous as a ballroom. Plenty of spaces for us to train wherever suitable for our abilities. The original Mii Fighters were also here, training and exchanging tips. Princess Zelda, Princess Peach, Mr. Game, and Watch and Rob were done with their training and left the training room.

"Should we get started with the training?" I asked Hector and Kokoro, feeling the challenging mood.

I was exhausted from the training. Master hand announced a lucky challenger would be chosen to fight against Marx. Well, I hope it wasn't me. The last time I would want was to lose my life to an annoying boss like Marx, Dracula, Ganon, and Crazy Hand. I walked into the corridor and found Waluigi chatting with Akira, Skull Kid, and Guile. Wow, I remembered the names of the assisting trophies.

"Whatcha looking at?!" Waluigi called out to me, annoyed with my curious stare.

"Nothing," I said and walked away, heading to my dorm room. Once I entered my dorm room and hopped onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, spacing out. 'I need a shower.' I thought, realizing how filthy I was from my sweat. 'Does these dorms even have a shower?' I got off my bed and went to my bathroom. 'So, there is a walk-in shower and a bathtub. Good.' I added, wondering how they managed to fit the shower and bathtub inside of a small bathroom, but hey, I got a shower and bathtub to myself a least.

I returned to my bedroom and gathered my fresh clothes and towels from a dresser. I chose whatever my Mii swordplayer owned. Hopefully, the in-game version doesn't mind me borrowing her clothes for a while since I am her now.

After a warm shower, I wore a simple hot pink spaghetti strap tank top and black sweat shorts. I cross-legged on my bed while thinking about what to do next. The hallways were quiet, and I wondered where Kokoro and the others were at. Wait, I heard the sound effect of Mr. Game and Watch, and there was a knock on my door. Mr. Game and Watch had an envelope in his hand as he entered my dorm room.

"A letter for me?" I blinked at him.

"..." Mr. Game and Watch nodded to me and handed over the envelope to me. He bowed his head politely and exited my room.

I swore he had a sad expression. I closed the door and opened the envelope. I started to read the letter, and soon my curiosity was replaced with sudden anger.

To Mochi the Loser,

We've bullied Mr. Game and Watch and forced him to get this letter to you. Bwa ha ha ha ha! We also taunted Rob, Pichu, Lucas, and other smashers that we considered worthless! Bwa ha ha ha ha! If you want to stop the bullying, meet us in the Green Hill Zone at 4PM! Master Hand will not be around at this time! Bwa ha ha ha! We will see your defeat soon!

Signed, Bowser and the chew.

What in the fresh hell was this shit? Bowser and his group just challenged me to an illegal match. Bowser must have gotten bored of kidnapping Princess Peach and resorted to bullying. Was this letter a prank to throw me off my guard? No, it can't be. I recalled Mr. Game and Watch's sad expression.

I am mad. I'll be kicking Bowser and his chew's asses for bullying Poor Mr. Game and Watch and their other victims. It isn't like I got better things to do until my official match.

'I'll show you who's the loser around here!' I declared as I gathered new clothes from my dresser in exasperation.