Melee with a Twist

By TeaFlower

Disclaimer: Pokemon and Super Smash Brothers don't belong to me. Oh, and to EVERYONE reading this, don't question ANYTHING. It is random. However, I've got a good feeling about this story. We already have 6 reviews! Weeeeeeee! Almost as good as my FIRST story at the second chapter (7)! Woohoo!


Episode 2: A Plot

It was on that day that I woke up, kinda grouchy. I rolled off the couch (where I sleep) and grumbled something incoherent. Hey, I didn't even know I KNEW that word! Yay!

Anyway, that day was absolutely beautiful. There were little wisps of clouds, but other than that, today was perfect. I had a feeling we were going to go on a picnic. I went to get some Cookie Crisp (which doesn't belong to the author) (hey, product placement!) for breakfast when I heard a slam. Obviously, my Trainer heard the noise, too, so she ran over to the source; the kitchen door. I just blinked.

Stuck against the kitchen door's window was our good friend Omigosh the Mew. She was always following us around. Sometimes I wished I could just blast her all the way to Timbuktu, but my Trainer, named Terra, wouldn't let me. If I did, I would get poked.

Omigosh floated through the door as soon as Terra opened it. She asked, "Are you guys going on a picnic?"

I said, "No."

Terra said "Yes." I swore, then got hit.

"Can I come?" Omigosh asked again.

"No."

"Yes." Once more, I swore and got hit.

Omigosh was ecstatic. "Yay!" She flew around in circles for a bit, then went up to me. "Wanna play a game of Puzzle League with me?" I agreed.


Shortly afterwards, I was playing my favorite game, Pokemon Puzzle League, with Omigosh. I had always hated her, mostly because she was always harping on me about one thing or the other.

Eventually, she ACTUALLY beat me! (a rare occurrence) The game was saving when the wall that everything was attached to blew up. I blinked, then went to go see what the source was.

It was none other than Mewtwo, my favorite genocidal cat.

He was just kinda floating there, glaring down at Pallet Town. Knowing something was TERRIBLY wrong, I went to go ask what was bothering him.

"Hey, 'Two!" I yelled, floating up to him. "What's wrong?" Mewtwo gripped my shoulders.

"I'm not going," he said, staring into my amethyst eyes with his electric blue ones, "And you can't make me, Ackers."

Yes, my name is Ackers. … Ness, shut up. Don't question the name. Anyway, I was still curious. "Where aren't you going?"

"The EVIL Smashing contest of DOOM!"

"… Mewtwo, in England, 'smashing' means 'awesome'! Why don't you want to go to an AWESOME contest?"

"No, Ackers! It's NOT awesome! I have to FIGHT! I don't LIKE fighting! I haven't fought since that time Gio had me in an evil Dark machine of DOOOOOOOOOM!"

That's when it hit me. I fought just about every day, seeing as how I was bored out of my mind just rotting at home. And when I had a challenge, I took it on easily. Why couldn't I go instead of Mewtwo? We look almost identical (save our eyes) and can easily be mistaken! "Why don't I go instead of you?" I proposed. Mewtwo gasped.

"Terra will KILL you!" He yelled.

"No, she won't. She won't know that we even thought of this." I replied, crossing my arms.

"But the eyes will give us away!"

"Have you ever heard of contacts that make your eyes look a different color than usual?"

"I have to go in a Pokeball!"

"Maybe we can trick it."

Mewtwo thought, then grinned evilly. "Alright, Ackers. I'm in."

I laughed. This would be AWESOME.


---Well? How was it? I hope you like it! MERRY CHEESEMONKEY! (that means have a nice summer)---