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

Ness's Ride and the PSI Issue

Ness has a good life. At least he himself believes that. Sure, it was a odd and at times frighteningly dangerous trip through the land, Eagleland, FoggyLand, and Chommo, to be precise, but with his psychic powers and the help of his friends, he had saved the world from Giygas.

He also was nominated as one of the first Smash Brothers… Or Smashers… One of the first Smash characters, to be precise. Oddly, he is, or was depending on how one would look at it, one of the youngest cast members, being a child. Then again, he did smack a man with a baseball bat once, his sister runs a delivery/storage service… It was odd. A lot of others in the circuit could share his odd sentiments, especially a certain blonde boy with a similar shirt.

But while his journey and the people he met were far from normal, he was mostly bewildered. In the Smash matches, he had access to moves that he himself could not use by default, almost like they were lent to him by his friends, namely the gentle blonde girl he knew as Paula and the ever vigilant kid with the single strand of hair named Poo. Paula's PK Fire and PK Freeze abilities, along with Poo's PK Starstorm were given to him for the sake of filling in a moveset, also including their PK Thunder attacks. They were originally called PSI, but Ness assumed that one of his friends had something to do with the name change somehow. Ness was all fine and good with that, he was grateful, but he felt now that his moves were wearing thin.

PK Fire was a thunderbolt that he shot from his hands that would ignite on a hit. People figured out easily that they could dodge that.

PK Freeze was a custom move that he and a friend of his named Lucas used, but that could be easily dodged.

PK Thunder casted a rolling ball of thunder which Ness could use to launch himself. ...It was somewhat disorientating.

Finally, PK Starstorm was one of the greatest of his borrowed moves, but that could only be used in tandem with a Smash Ball, which was rarely ever deployed in "hardcore" or "serious, by the book" matches.

Ness could not figure out what he could do. Sitting at a table alone in a burger joint, cars rolling outside underneath the great blue sky, the boy stared out at the grass. Rumor has sprung up between those in the Smash matches that a few of the participants were "innovating" with their movesets. Ness could very well believe it; after all, he had witnessed it firsthand in his bout against the space captain Olimar. At first, he thought that Olimar had run out of his Pikmin helpers and just decided to take the easy way and throw rocks. It was not until after the match that he discovered they were actually part of the little plant people species, which only bewildered him more.

Ness took a sip out of his can of fruit juice, staring down at the bag of fries and the burger wrapped up neatly, sitting on his tray. Four different Smash rosters had been called, and Ness had taken part in each and every one of them, being part of the original twelve fighters in the tournament. It was a journey to behold, though Ness and a few others of his fellow veteran secretly longed for another adventure in their own worlds and lives, they would have to deal with just being fighters in matches.

Ness took one fry and ate it in a single bite, He took a few more, chewing, savoring the crisp yet filling taste of the fries. All that being said, or in this case, thought, Ness would have to figure out what he would like to use with his moveset. Closing his eyes for a moment, he could briefly recall a select few of his moves.

PSI Rockin. That was his trademark attack move, which could hurt both someone's body and anyone else's eyes. Of course, Ness' favorite thing could be swapped with Rockin, but Ness wanted to keep it simple and original. Sort of.

Ness stopped eating the fries and saved a few milliliters of juice for finishing off the burger. A patty of meat, stuffed between a pair of buns, followed with other condiments and ingredients of no description as not to ruin anyone's appetite made up the scrumptious meal. Ness reached for it, grinning.

He could use PSI Teleport too, but he usually only used that to enter matches. He doubted that the stages he fought on provided enough space for him to run. There was Shield, PSI Shield, Paralysis, Hypnosis…

Ness opened his mouth to take a bite, but found that the wrapper previously carrying the burger was empty. He blinked, setting the crumpled up, stained paper down on his tray, along with the other discarded food items. He felt extremely satisfied physically with the fast food meal which he figured he might need to exercise off later, but racked his brain on how he would go about incorporating new moves. Ness left his seat, carrying the food tray, approached a cylindrical trash can, and for a split-second debated whether or not it would be worth digging through. Ultimately deciding not to look as if he wanted seconds, Ness simply dumped the contents of the tray down into the trash can, placed the tray on top, and started for the door, pushing against the smooth, clear glass.

The sunlight welcomed Ness as he left the building, stretching outside the burger joint. Onett was a wonderful town, though small and the police force was less than sympathetic at times, one could live happily in this town, maybe even get a nice paying job. But Ness hardly cared about any of that, saving the world had its perks on its own, and his dad was kind enough to send him money every so often. The boy made for the road-

And pulled out a bicycle from his backpack.

*Ness rode his bicycle.

He kept a brisk pace, spinning the pedals at a decent speed, minding the pedestrians of Onett as he did so. A few snakes and wild dogs shifted in the background, scurrying under bushes and trees as Ness passed by, though a few of the friendly of the bunch would bark and hiss as he passed by. Despite not wishing to cause a road accident, Ness could swear that he saw a car bump into someone and stomp completely on a dime, both the driver and the person walking by merrily going about their way.

During the "drive," he found that he was still stumped for a way that he could mix it up with his attacks. He had better figure it out soon, too. A letter sticking out the side of his backpack was emblemized with a red, waxy stamp of a ball with a cross-shape in the middle. The neat calligraphy inside read that Ness would have to get ready in a few hours, as well as telling him not to worry about travelling using some portal spells or travelling up a mountain or what not, just to stay ready. Ness continued thinking on it, passing by a set of buildings.

The bike skidded to a halt, stopping by a drug store. Frowning, Ness kicked at the pedals, the bike not moving forward. The boy sighed, perhaps he would need to take it back to the bike shop a long walk back to a town called Twoson for maintenance later. Frowning, he stuffed the bike into his backpack because inventories in video games make sense, and began walking off. The honking of a car followed him.

Wait. Cars usually do not do that in his town.

Ness put his arms up, guarding his face, a car driving past. Despite the fact that the vehicle speeding across the road was on the street adjacent to the drug store, it was as if the blow teleported over to Ness solely for the purpose of hitting him. Despite the fact that it should have shattered a few bones, the boy in the red cap practically shrugged it off, though he was pushed back by the initial drive by. Ness frowned, mentally facepalming as he realized that the reason he did not need to go anywhere was because he was already in the stage where the next match would take place.

Onett's stage, three buildings standing side by side and a tree extended over the building that was placed right to the end of the stage's boundaries. The drug store had two awnings that could serve as platforms, and the slanted roofs of the adjacent buildings could work just as well.

The psychic boy glanced around, attempting to find his opponent.

"Gre."

Ness glanced around.

"Nin."

Frowning, he wondered if he had just wandered into the stage by mistake.

"Ja!"

And suddenly, a blue frog appears. In a gust of wind, a shadow previously gone unnoticed took shape, resembling a blue frog of sorts with a scar as aforementioned. A pink scarf lookalike wrapped around it. But if one looked closely, they could see that it was in fact not just a scarf, but the frog's tongue.

The boy recognized the other fighter. A Pokémon by the name of "Greninja", belonging to a world filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes with abilities that could rival Ness'. But really, who of you out there have not heard the name?

Ness stared at the odd frog warrior. It stared back at him with a curious glare. Both were tense, waiting for that ever familiar booming voice.

"Three! Two! One!" The announcer declared.

There it was.

"Go!" The announcer shouted, prompting the two to dash.

The boy, one hand on his wooden baseball bat, the other brewing with a mystical energy, dashed towards Greninja. The Pokémon responded by jetting up into the awnings of the drug store. A blast of water propelled the frog upwards and pushed Ness back towards a building. He caught the side of the building, frowning. Already, the frog was using one of its moves; an attack called Hydro Pump. Ness brushed off the blow, jumping into the air to catch up with the ninja amphibian.

If he was going to test his alternate abilities, it would have to be now. A burst of psychic energy put a spring into his midair step, sending him equal level with Greninja. Ness deposited his bat into his backpack, then raised his hands out, a green circle of light flashing out of the palms of his hands. Greninja's pupils shrank, being caught off guard by the younger boy, sent to the side. Landing on one of the lofty trees, Greninja recovered on the flat leaves, staring at Ness carefully. Despite Ness' desire to practice using his other moves, he was… Unsure of how the effects would pan out differently.

The Smash matches had a tendency to alter fighters' moves, after all.

But there would be no time to lose. The frog was coming back with a vengeance, hopping from the tree, poising its arm in the air to swing. Ness frowned, then tried focusing, holding one index finger to his head and the other one in front of him, waving it around. As water materialized in the shape of a sickle, Greninja came down, swiping his blade.

The amphibian attempted to move after its blow. Ness had been struck, landing on the other building, also attempting to move. But try as it might, Greninja shuffled in the air, for the most part stuck.

The boy adjusted his cap and got up to his feet, making sure to not fall off the building. His PSI Paralysis move had worked. Now all he had to do was get back up there and finish the amphibian assassin off. Firmly set on the ground, he changed that quickly, bouncing up into the air towards Greninja. This could be another perfect opportunity to use another move!

Ness moved his hands in a swirling motion, creating a dizzying effect on the still paralyzed Pokémon. If it had been trying to make any escape, it was far from it, like a fly trapped in a web, it remained floating in the sky, though hypnosis and paralysis under any normal circumstances probably would not have left it suspended midair. Nevertheless, Ness would need to capitalize on this, and that he would do. Standing on the top awning, he readied his bat, and swung.

His bat collided with a green dinosaur plush. Blinking, he stumbled back, the bat swing having been a rather hefty move. All of a sudden, the awnings collapsed, and from underneath, Greninja came flying toward him, kicking him into the sky.

"Oh!" Ness groaned, sent skywards.

With all his willpower, Ness concentrated on not flying, and felt more like a rock, attempting to sink. Greninja spotted the flailing Ness, leaping up into the sky to deliver another straight kick attack, hopping over the boy in the red cap, launching down towards the ground, smacking him into the grass in front of the buildings. Ness grit his teeth, getting up to his feet, when he heard the sound of a horn approaching. Greninja landed by Ness, and, while the Pokémon intended to strike swiftly, it had too noticed the incoming car. The amphibian hopped onto the building to the right of the stage, staring as it waited for the car to give Ness a wallop.

This was the chance Ness had waited for. Rolling to the side, the incoming van rolled by harmlessly. Frowning under the thick tongue-scarf it had, Greninja leaped back into action. Desperate to finish Ness off, a vortex formed in the frog's hand. What appeared to be a throwing star formed from the droplets of water materialized in its hands, both hands slung at its side, ready to toss. Ness frowned. He hardly trusted using his bat to deflect the shuriken at the speed the blue battler was approaching the ground. But maybe he could use a different item.

Ness could feel himself growing weary. He hardly knew how much damage he would deal, but it was all or nothing at this point. Ness reached into his pack, and pulled out his secret weapon.

*Ness rode his bicycle. Using the bicycle, Ness squished a frog on "accident".

Greninja laid in a crater in the ground, dazed and surprised. Now was a time if ever. Dropping off of his bike, Ness ran over to Greninja, pulling out a yellow yo-yo. He positioned himself behind Greninja, aiming the yo-yo over towards the shortest building; the building towards the right of the stage looked promising. Spinning the yo-yo, he lowered it towards the ground, where it caught onto Greninja, the rapid motion somehow enough to launch him out of the ground, and off into the distance.

"Gre!" It coughed as it exploded in the distance.

Ness smiled. Now it was his turn to visit the pantheon of the champions that was the… Desolate winning screen. All of a sudden, his smile disappeared, and the boy found himself in front of the Onett drugstore. The "correct" Onett drugstore, with only one building next to it: the burger joint he had eaten at earlier.

YOU WIN!

Ness earned 658 exp.

Ness grew to level 199X!

Oh baby! Most of the stats the author is too lazy to look up or replay Earthbound to remember went up by 10!

The enemy left behind a box! Inside the box, there was a Poké Ball! Ness takes it.

After that engrossing message flashing across his eyes, Ness blinked, shaking his head. He glanced around Onett, finding nothing but green grass and medium buildings as far as the eye could see. For a brief moment, Ness had wondered if he was daydreaming.

"Mail call!"

A package fell at the feet of Ness, stamped the same as the letter he had received earlier. Curious, Ness stooped down to pick it up. Opening up the flaps, he had found:

Another letter with the same stamp. Ignoring the redundancy of the whole situation, he decided to skim through the letter, oval eyes narrowing to read. It went on about how they had run out of funds to properly finish matches and commented on Ness' "new" abilities. It was relatively short and well-written like the other letter. But it did end on a rather interesting note:

By the way, we would like to know if you could host the fighter, Greninja, for a little while as we undergo maintenance. If you wouldn't-

"Ninj."

Ness glanced towards his right. Behind him, standing on three webbed feet with one stuck in the air, always alert, was Greninja, patiently waiting. Ness blinked, returning the stare that the warrior animal was giving him. He had recalled something about his mother and serving his favorite food tonight. The fact that he had won had also put him in a good mood. Finally, the Poké Ball in his backpack practically confirmed it. So, Ness put on a light smile, and nodded to the amphibian assassin, who nodded back, and walked behind Ness.

*Greninja joined the party.

The two Smash fighters began walking off through the trees and hills, leaving for home as the sun set behind on the town of Onett.

A while later, Greninja, Ness, and a blonde woman in pink sat around a table, a set of meals sat on plates. Greninja poked at the food on display, not taking a single bite out of the meal.

The woman blinked politely. "What's that Greninja? You don't like steak? T-O-O-B-A-D."

The frog stared at her. Taking the plate, Greninja pushed the food down, where it touched its tongue, and in a flash, the meaty meal was gone. The amphibian houseguest took a napkin from the table and pat its tongue down, blinking.

"Hmm." The woman hummed, "How long did you say we need to keep him around, Ness?"

Across from her, Ness shrugged.

The woman smirked. "Well, at least he's less messy than King. No fighting in the house, alright?"

As if he had been waiting the entire day, Ness grinned and said, "Okay," enthusiastically.

Ness' mother rolled her eyes. "Of course you wouldn't say no."

AN: This chapter stinks!

Thanks for reading, this is ThePizzaLovingTurtle, off to play Earthbound and memorize those stats like Guts! See you.