Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and 3DS: The Glory of Custom Moves
"If you can't hit the nail, bring a larger hammer!"
Toon Link felt crushed from his recent defeat. Not just in the physical sense, but… Well, the bowling ball had been crushing physically on his cranium, but aside that, he was functioning perfectly fine on the cranial function side of things. However, he was racking his brain, pondering and pondering time and time again on the match he had lost.
Toon Link stared out from the mountain tops of Outset Island into the open sea that surrounded him. Every so often whenever a match or tournament was on his mind, he could retreat from his seafaring adventures and venture into the arenas and battlefields of the leagues of Smash, full of other characters from realms beyond his own. He had even met a older, much more detailed version of himself at one point, which was bewildering to say the least. Of course, he had his own adventures, find the fragmented pieces of the Triforce among the waves of the Great Sea and strengthen the Master Sword, but he found himself attracted to the battles of Smash. They were pleasant enough, they certainly, as well as both literally and ironically, never hurt to participate in, though a few grunts of pain from battle damage were of instinct.
Toon Link thought long and hard about Villager's impromptu tactic as he looked out to sea, the waves thin white lines on the sea. Perhaps if Villager could pull a surprise like that, he could as well?
As an adventurer, Toon Link carries many tools to assist him in his adventure, or adventures depending on whether or not counting the many reincarnations of the little green-clad elf man.
Toon Link cocked an eyebrow, glancing up at the sky.
I'm just saying, it's not like people haven't made that comparison before.
Toon Link frowned, taking up a seat on a flat rock, gesturing towards the sky, to that extent, the voice to continue.
Well, if you insist.
Many iterations of Link have pockets that could practically be considered as deep as the oceans itself. From boomerangs, to bows and arrows, and a strong sword kept at their side at all times, they were well equipped to handle any large threat. The higher ups in charge of the Smash tournament did a decent job delegating which items they were to use in their matches. However, they did have plenty of other abilities and items at their disposal. Was there a specific rule on what you could bring in, no.
So, Toon Link got to thinking. Quickly, he searched through his inventory, skimming through the bunches of items he had. He had pears he could use to attract seagulls and command. But he recalled a certain Pokémon Trainer from years past that had commanded beasts. Perhaps seagull control was too powerful anyways. He searched again. He had a shield capable of deflecting light, but he felt that his shield capable of blocking humongous laser blasts worked just fine. Then he gripped something. Something heavy.
Toon Link pulled out of his belt, hoisting up something that gleamed in the sunlight. A hammer, the mallet's head nearly larger than Toon Link's own body, jutted out into the sky, the smoky gray surface casting a dangerous shadow onto the land. Toon Link smiled. The hammer was nice, but perhaps he could do even better. Setting the hammer down with a thud, which happened to sound out through the entire island, he reached into his pockets with both hands. He grunted, pulling out a pair of boots, made of steel. Struggling to take them out, he placed them by his side, where they joined the hammer with a similar sounding thud.
The Skull Hammer and the Iron Boots. Part of Toon Link's arsenal. A hammer that could be used to smack or smash enemies, and a pair of boots that weighed Toon Link down, slowing him down but keeping him from staggering, most of the time. This could be his winning set of items.
Toon Link, ready and willing, took the extremely heavy, normally crushing weight objects, and slowly made his way off the mountain, grunting with extreme effort as he journeyed with the sun drooping in the distance.
Toon Link entered a clean white room, seats lining the walls. A handful of other people sat nearby, waiting patiently. Some had swords holstered at their sides, others were practicing physical combat routines. All were awaiting the next battle patiently. Toon Link, spotting an open seat, started towards the corner where it was placed. That's when a blip reverberated throughout the room. A door across the room opened, and a giant, white-gloved hand hovered out with a clipboard. No I'm serious.
"Eh, let's see… Toon Link?" The hand bellowed in a deep voice.
Toon Link grinned. This was his time to shine. He began to sprint towards the hand, then realized that he could not. His feet would not budge. Grunting with an apparent effort, he began shuffling very slowly towards the door, the Iron Boots slowing him down tremendously. After a few more grunts of effort later, the hand checking a watch on its… Finger, staring at Toon Link. Finally, one of the other patient people sitting down decided to give him a hand or two. What appeared to be a small spaceman sitting across from Toon Link whistled, the sound directed towards himself, somehow. Suddenly, a handful of purple organisms stumbled out slowly, advancing on Toon Link, then lifted him up. They carried him over to the hand, which seemed to snap out of its doldrums. It checked the clipboard it carried quickly, then seemed to nod.
"Right this way." It announced, floating off into the doors.
Toon Link blinked. Turning to the spaceman, the miniature green-clad boy waved to him with a smile, the spaceman waving back as the plant-like purple creatures carried him away, humming, the doors shutting behind them.
Toon Link reappeared on a great bridge suspended over a large chasm, his boots weighing him to the ground still. A portion of the bridge was cut off, leaving it in a flat state, with no other places to go to, essentially a bridge with no destinations. The sun was suspended over a castle in the distance, giving everything a golden-orange glow. The plant-creatures had left him to his match, which Toon Link mostly looked forward to. Though, he started having doubts on the effectiveness of his attire.
Across from him on the great bridge, there was a man who looked strikingly similar to him, only taller. Toon Link frowned. It was him. Just… Not toony. Regular Link- Or just Link, stood tall over Toon Link, a longer sword and more defined features signaling his differences. He brandished his sword, which gleamed in the fading light.
Toon Link did the same, but only a little less effectively. The cartoonish Link frowned.
All of a sudden, the familiar voice of the hand spoke up, echoing throughout the battle stage. "Three!"
He was counting down. The two Links began readying their weapons.
"Two! One!" He counted down once again.
Both of them glared, Link with a glare that could pierce with the same intensity of his sword strikes. Toon Link resembled a cat with his cartoonishly huge eyes. At that description, Toon Link stared at the sky, frowning.
I'm just telling it like it is.
"Go!" The announcer yelled.
The two took off sprinting. That was the case at first, but again, only Link made any substantial progress. As if he were bolted down, he grunted increasingly with his sluggish footsteps. Link slowed down from a run to a brisk jog, then to a standstill. Link, as if debating how to respond to this, reached over to his back, grasping something in his own inventory.
Link pulled out a bow, aiming towards Toon Link with a steady eye, an arrow notched and ready to fire. Toon Link's eyes grew wide, well, wider than normal. Link released the string that carried the arrow, the bolt firing towards his smaller counterpart swiftly. It stabbed him in the face. Strangely enough, it disappeared on hit, but left a smarting feeling on his face, causing him to stumble back. Or at least, he would have, just barely being pushed back, the boots holding him in place. Which happened to be another double-edged sword.
Toon Link was peppered repeatedly with arrows, bombs, and boomerangs in succession, being moved back inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, slowly but surely getting sent closer to the edge of the stage, simultaneously attempting to keep moving forward. The forces of the wall of projectiles proved too much for Toon Link, sending the smaller, green hero off the edge of the stage. Reaching back, he managed to grasp a tool. Aiming some sort of hook, he aimed for the edge of the stage, the hook firing out of the blue tool, embedding itself into the end of the bridge. Unfortunately, the boots still on his feet still weighed him down somewhat. Toon Link's Hookshot tool managed to pull him up, though slower than normal. Toon Link frowned. It was just like his match with Villager at this point, only slower.
A flash of white appeared over Toon Link. Link had aimed his sword in a downwards plunge, threatening to launch Toon Link down into the abyss below. Toon Link blinked, his eyes growing wide again. If he were to try and remove the hook, he would plunge down into the chasm. If he were to continue try moving up, he would hastily run himself into his adversary's sword. But if he could recover in the nick of time somehow, close enough to the ledge…
Toon Link had decided. As soon as Link seemed inevitably close to him, Toon Link retracted the hook, took his sword, and spun. Like a cyclone, he rose, taking Link by surprise. The spinning movement of his sword had raised him into the air, just enough to reach the ledge, and also discombobulated Link, sending him off over the ledge, slamming him into the stage. As he stopped spinning, Toon Link reached out for the ledge, grabbing it, holding it for dear life. With increased effort, he managed to pull himself up, sighing in relief.
Only to get stabbed in the face by another arrow.
Stumbling back, Toon Link wiped his face, frowning. He displayed his shield using his right hand, which managed to block a few more projectiles Link hurdled. Bombs and a boomerang encased in a miniature tornado of sorts bounced off of his shield, but those pesky arrows found their way over his shield, pelting his face. Toon Link groaned. An idea formed in his mind quickly enough.
Slowly but surely, Toon Link pushed on. Each time he saw the glint of an arrow or the arm of Link reaching for a boomerang or a bomb, he would shield himself, then move forward. Eventually, Link saw through his strategy, and simply charged at him. This was when Toon Link saw his chance. With a few swipes of his sword, he managed to damage Link, his stationary position giving him a solid ground that he could use against Link, who was pushed back with each one of Toon Link's attacks. It would later cross Toon Link's mind that he probably could have used projectiles too, but for now, his melee weapons would have to do. Speaking of which…
As Link fumbled for his own sword, having been surprised by his smaller version's onslaught, Toon Link struck with a force to be reckoned which. Hence the Skull Hammer, which pounded Link into the ground. A crater was made in the stage, which Link managed to get stuck in, struggling to get out. Toon Link grinned gleefully. Holding the Skull Hammer, in one sweeping movement, he smashed the head of the hammer into Link, launching him off. He burst out of the crater, bricks following Link as he yelped.
"Naaaaaah!" He yelped, an explosion going off in the distance as Link yelped.
Toon Link smiled, lowering his hammer with a thud.
Next, the smaller, more colorful version of Link reappeared in the spotlight, surrounded by destroyed columns, just like Villager had before him.
"The winner is…" The hand's voice boomed.
A pig ran by Toon Link's feet. Blinking, Toon Link attempted to go after it. The pig simply ran a few circles around Toon Link, easily beating him in terms of speed, sending Toon Link reeling and dizzy.
"Toon Link!"
With that, the losing Link applauded, marveling at his younger counterpart's ingenuity. But, in the dazed mind of Toon Link, he was thanking his lucky stars that he managed to even move forward.
AN: And there's a Toon Link chapter for you all.
Thanks for reading, this is ThePizzaLovingTurtle, remember to always feed you seagulls psychic control-capable pears. See you.