Super Smash Bros. For Wii U and 3DS: The Glory of Custom Moves

No More Skipping Stones

The two young, inventive Smash Brothers contestants, Toon Link and Villager, sat patiently in a set of office chairs facing a large, mahogany desk. Across from that desk, Master Hand as he was known, the white glove that had ushered off Toon Link earlier, hovered above an office chair behind the desk, which was labeled with his own name. Villager stared with a responsibility in his eyes, as if he was used to formalities such as this, while Toon Link's cat eyes darted to and fro nervously around the white room, occasionally glancing out of the windows behind Master Hand.

"I understand you two have been innovating with your move sets." The floating hand bellowed.

The two small contenders glanced at each other. Turning back to Master Hand across from them, they nodded simultaneously.

Master Hand seemed to acknowledge this. "Now, there's nothing wrong with that. After all, custom moves do happen to be a new feature this time around. Just try to keep it in moderation, last thing we need is people bringing in weapons capable of slaying deities."

Toon Link's cat eyes gravitated towards his sword almost instinctively. Master Hand shook his...nonexistent head with a chuckle.

"Just keep it fair, alright?" Master Hand told the two.

The two young, or at least small Smash members nodded at Master Hand, who dismissed them with a wave of his… Hands are confusing. The two hopped off of the chairs and walked out from his office into a lavish hallway, the walls decorated with various photographs and the floor decked out with a lavish red carpet. The pair of them began walking off with relieved consciousnesses as the door behind them shut closed.

On their short trip, each of them would occasionally take a quick look at photographs, which would lengthen into stares. Pictures of cheerful veterans of the Smash tournaments and battles were decorated on the wall. Toon Link saw himself, well his older, more detailed self cross blades with a fellow swordsman's long, thin blade, engrossed in a one-to-one melee. Villager swore he could have spotted a familiar guitar-tuning dog sitting down on a stump while a party of other fighters brawled. The last of the photos on their walk was a certain spaceman, accompanied by what appeared to be colorful carrots. Upon spying that photo, the two came across a large, wooden door, red curtains decorating the sides. A glowing sign labeled "Exit" was suspended just above it.

Toon Link and Villager waved their silent goodbyes to each other, and opened the door. The two split, journeying off out of the hallway, back to their separate worlds and lives.

Olimar on the other hand was interested. After assisting the heavier than normal Toon Link with the ever strong prowess of the Purple Pikmin, he decided to keep an eye on the small, green swordsman, and spectated his match. He was interested, Toon Link's new hammer was certainly the talk of the town so to speak. Of course, not that Olimar was interested in the hammer itself, he hardly doubted even a battalion of Pikmin could swing it with ease. But his constant invitations to tournaments that even he could not turn down (mostly because his boss ordered him on account of their less than spectacular finances) had him pummeled by some of the more powerful opponents.

But for right now, he would have to push his thoughts aside for one issue that required his immediate attention.

"Louie, you've got to be kidding me."

Olimar, and a handful of Pikmin following behind him, stared out at a pit of creatures, all pushing towards a wall. And to that extent, Olimar, his co-worker, Louie, and all of the Pikmin currently with him. Louie wore a spaceman suit similar to Olimar, only it was blue. The Pikmin with them had a variety of shapes and sizes, not to mention color, but now was not a good time to add exposition.

One of the creatures, a pig-like creature with a red snout, billowed flames out of its thin maw, prompting them to start running to another side of the wall. Scorched dirt marked its aim, the strange pig breathing in heavily, presumably to unleash another round of fire. Olimar, Louie, and the Pikmin dodged again.

Right now it appeared that the company was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. Louie had wished to return to the planet, PNF-404, that the two had visited on several occasions to find more delicacies the Hocotatian palate would enjoy, and through a series of unfortunate events… Well, one event involving Louie irritating a few of the native species, they ended up being chased. Olimar under normal circumstances could have easily had taken care of the issues at hand. Unfortunately, in his rush to prepare for his next Smash match, he had only picked three Red Pikmin from the ground. Louie himself had a few more, but in his panic to get away…

A few Pikmin could be spotted running around wildly in the background away from the threats.

Now, all the two space-faring employees had with them were their gloved hands and three reds, two blues, and two yellows. Four enemies laid out in front of them, two of the fire-spewing pigs, a bug which seemed to have two antennae it used for hovering, with two arm-like appendages at the ready, and some sort of gelatinous creature with a puffball sticking out off its head. They all advanced on the group of smaller organisms.

With a grimace, Olimar could make out the struggling form of small creatures desperately attempting to escape the floating jellyfish-like animal in front of him. He could barely make out their shapes, but he had an idea in mind. Grabbing Pikmin after Pikmin, he tossed the carrot-resembling creatures at the pink, gelatinous predator, the Pikmin latching on a successful hit, smacking the thing with their plant bulbs and frail arms. Despite the mildly ineffective damage done by themselves, their combined might toppled the organism, and effectively defeated it as it hit the dirt, letting out a whisp of air before falling flat.

The Pikmin returned to Olimar quickly, narrowly avoiding blasts of fire, but a pair of retreating Yellow Pikmin were promptly snatched up by the bug, and slammed into the dirt. However, Olimar's plan was already put into action. Out of the corpse of the previously airborne enemy, small creatures resembling rocks with leaves sprouting out of their heads stumbled out, forming a group total of three that added to the already small mass of nine. Olimar grinned.

These odd creatures were a new species of Pikmin, aptly named Rock Pikmin for their hard exteriors and resemblance to the abiotic object. Though honestly, if they lacked eyes or leaves, they could pass as any ordinary rock.

But that arduous, obvious explanation had to wait. Quickly, Olimar took hold of the tougher creatures, taking aim at one of the fire-billowing pigs, and tossed one of them. Pretty much spot on to how an actual rock would function, the blow dazed the pig. The next shot, using another Rock Pikmin, practically ensured victory, knocking out the pig. In the chaos of the fight, the red cousins of the tiny troopers attacked the other pig, defeating that one as well with a series of beatings laid down by their small red hands. Which finally left the bug.

Big, red eyes stared down at the collection of Pikmin. The two other miniature soldiers that had been "defeated" actually poked out of the ground, yellow stalks with leaves signaling their location. Lacking common sense, the bug swooped down and forward, arms ready. It had the wind knocked out of it by a Rock Pikmin, ensuring its defeat.

Olimar could not believe his luck, and neither could Louie. The group of Pikmin was mostly unharmed, though a few had charred abdomens. Louie on the other hand was ecstatic; the defeated foes would do nicely in a quiche or a salad. Quickly, the captain whose stomach was just as, if not more intimidating than the previously full-of-life attackers themselves called the Pikmin to action, the colorful cadets carrying the crushed enemies off away from the wall, humming as if it were just another day for them.

Olimar stared at the three Pikmin he had with him left. All of them were shaped like rocks, with leaves sprouting out of their heads. For a bunch of near inanimate objects, they were quite handy. Olimar had discovered the new species of Pikmin with the assistance of a young man he had met, with quite the leadership skills. He and the same young man battled in the same tournament, battle, match… phenomenon, known as Super Smash Bros., yet none of them had considered using Rock Pikmin for some odd reason.

Speaking of which, Olimar scowled. The encounter with the beasts had taken up quite a chunk of his time. If he was going to make it to the tournament, he would have to start moving. He had no other Pikmin with him. He had never used Rock Pikmin in a match before. But he dislike being tardy. Especially when it came to time limits. Olimar glanced back. Louie and the other Pikmin were gleefully stacking deceased enemies on top of a bonfire, roasting them quite well, much to the delight of both them and their own stomachs.

"...Louie can handle them by himself." Olimar had decided with a nod.

Glancing up at the sky, he determined it would be some time before the sun set and the nocturnal dwellers of the planet would come out, waiting and ravenous. He could fly in to his match, Pikmin ready, and fly back. With that plan in mind, Olimar nodded, walking off while the rest of them had a buffet in the background.

One lengthy flight later, Olimar, in one of the cockpits of his company's spaceship, made his way towards a floating stage in the middle of a strange realm, suspended high in the sky, three platforms in a flat, equilateral triangle shape, the stage and platform glowing blue and yellow with patches of grass surrounding the main, bulkier platform was laid out in front of him. As the ship came to land, Olimar briefly wondered if the Rock Pikmin would work. He was rather nervous, fighting for glory or money or just in general was never his forte. Sure, he knew how to punch, he was never one to continue throwing them.

Olimar landed on the stage, the ship departing behind him as it shooed him out of itself. Olimar reached at the ground, inexplicably pulling out the three Rock Pikmin he had found earlier, which he recalled leaving behind back on planet PNF-404. But as a veteran of Smash, he had already known much about the bizarre, nonsensical habits the places battles took place had.

Across the stage, he noticed a swirling vortex form. All of a sudden, a boy, blackened with soot, rushed out, shaking himself off. Once the dust cleared, his image, a boy in a red cap with black hair, a blue and yellow striped shirt wearing a backpack and red shoes smiled, two black ovals for eyes and an innocent smile.

As soon as the two entered, they heard the ever familiar announcer voice. "Three! Two! One!"

Olimar and the Rock Pikmin readied themselves, as did the boy across from them.

"Go!"

Olimar tossed one, which promptly smacked the boy. Despite the fact that the combatants all returned alive and well after a match, Olimar cringed at the prospect at hurting a child.

"Ow!" The boy cried out, reeling back.

However, in a flash, the boy was back up. He stared back at Olimar and his rock-resembling companions for a moment. All of a sudden, he smiled.

"Okay!" He nodded.

Olimar blinked. The ways opponents acted sometimes was silly to say the least. He hurled another one of the Pikmin at the boy. This time, he was ready however. Reaching behind him, he returned the favor, smacking the Pikmin right back at Olimar with a wooden baseball bat, which he failed to dodge, the Pikmin bonking his head through his space helmet. Olimar shook his head. It was getting serious now.

The resulting battle transformed into a dangerous version of a normal baseball match. Whenever the child across from him noticed Olimar winding up the pitch for a throw, he would try to hit the Pikmin back. Sometimes he would, and Olimar would either dodge or get punted back. The same happened with him, as his swings were either late or early, and would earn him a smarting bruise, or at least he would have if it had hurt much.

Eventually, Olimar decided to give it his all. Taking all three of his Pikmin companions, he lifted them, and tossed one at a time with speed and precision, the three spiraling through the air in a straight line. His opponent flinched. Taking up a batter's stance regardless, Ness attempted to bat back the line. He managed to hit one, but was peppered by the others. Olimar's eyes lit up.

Then promptly widened in a painful matter when the reflected Pikmin slammed him offstage.

"SUDDEN DEATH!"

Like the name implies, the two suddenly reappeared back on stage. Despite their game of "baseball" earlier, the boy was no longer playing games, and began sprinting towards Olimar, his arms flat behind his back. Olimar, still readjusting to the sudden shift, throw a Rock Pikmin instinctively. His opponent tried to skid to a halt, but ultimately was launched away off into who knows where, with a pillar explosion following after.

"Ouch!" He groaned.

"The winner is…"

Olimar found himself in the victory ruins, in the spotlight. Reaching down at the ground, he pulled up three Pikmin high up into the air, where they came down quickly. As they were all Rock Pikmin, they slammed into Olimar, causing the space captain to grunt somewhat.

"Olimar!"

AN: Here you are, Olimar chapter.

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