Super Smash Bros. For Wii U and 3DS: The Glory of Custom Moves
Metal vs. Mettle
Back on Outset Island's great mountain looking out to sea, we see our cartoonish hero clad in green still staring out to the Great Sea and beyond as the sun raised itself overhead, granting light upon the land.
However, he faced a bigger predicament at hand: His shoes. They were constantly dragging him down at this point, and after a while, Toon Link had discovered that they hardly protected him from falling back at all. Really, they just weighed him down more than anything. It was a pain just making his way up the hill so that he could reflect on walking up the hill in the first place. He attempted everything of the sort: Trying to get knocked out, using his own hammer to attempt to pry his feet out, he even went to another Smasher for assistance.
Garbed in armor that was both white and black without any shoes to his name, a young swordsman with white hair stared down at Toon Link, who had his boots on display, sitting on a chair in front of him. The new swordsman had a sword sheathed by his side, and was staring at Toon Link's Iron Boots, though
"...You want me to do what again?" The cloud-colored swordsman asked.
Toon Link pushed on his metal shoes for emphasis over and over again, making shouts and yells that unfortunately did not count as actual words. Still not entirely understanding the cartoonish, cat-eyed boy in green, all the other swordsman could do was arch an eyebrow. Eventually, all it took was a bit of an "artist's vision". Reaching behind him, despite covering up the actual picture, the large amount of scribbling meant that Toon Link was attempting to communicate in another way. When finished, Toon Link presented a simple picture, that of the man standing above him, labeled "Corrin" on the picture, gripping a sword that resembled a stick in the picture.
"Corrin" blinked, sneaking a glance towards his sword's sheath by his side. The added gestures of Toon Link attempting to shove his Iron Boots off of his feet were more than enough of an idea for what he needed to do. Gulping, Corrin retrieved his sword out of its resting place, the golden blade glistening in the light of the room they were in. Lowering the weapon down by Toon Link's legs, suddenly teeth that of a saw revealed themselves on the sword, rotating like a chainsaw. The whirring grew until the blade spun faster and faster. Toon Link grinned as Corrin approached, finally going to escape from his shoes, until he noticed that the sword was aiming a bit higher than he initially expected.
"Hold still." Corrin began sweating, closing one eye.
Toon Link's already comically humongous eyes shot open, and he began shaking his head rapidly. "Haaaaaagh!"
While Toon Link had escaped from the excursion with his legs attached, the miniature scratch on his leg was still sore from where the Yato blade Corrin had attempted to use to excavate the younger one's body from the shackles of the boots, and still stung whenever he tried to run. Not that he could do much running in kicks that held you to the earth. Frowning, Toon Link got to his feet slowly, stumbling somewhat, and while a minor battle of balance ensued, gravity won out over Toon Link, and he fell flat on the dirt.
Growling in anger, he stood up once more, and scanning the area around him, made way for the closest rock, and kicked wildly. The resulting clang reverberated his boots, causing him to shake somewhat. Landing back on the ground, he sat with a frown, staring down at his feet.
His bare feet.
"..." Toon Link had said nothing, and wiggled his small toes.
Sighing, he stood up and stretched. He was not exactly sure if he was lucky or if that was just completely stupid. Either way, he was finally free from the prison of feet that were the boots. While he now retained his former abilities to run at a pace faster than a tortoise, he was in a serious predicament. It seemed that more and more of his fellow Smashers seemed to use more and more new moves.
At least, for the most part…
Sitting on a random island, Robin and the Link he had "fought", if you could call it that, sat on the tan sand, staring at the open sea, their clothes drying off to the side, leaving them in bare white shirts.
"...Read any good books lately?" Robin asked.
Across from him, Link just shrugged. The tactician sighed, and the two of them continued their gaze out to the great blue sea.
But ignoring the two castaways, Toon Link was back to experimenting. He had dragged out a sizable amount of items from his vast inventory. Weapons of all shapes and sizes were set on the mountain top. First and foremost, in front of him laid a boomerang and a bow, both yellow and eloquent in their simplicity. Grabbing the curved projectile, Toon Link stared at the sky above the water, and hurled it.
It circled in the air perfectly before returning.
Despite its reliability, it was already used and being countered against in his matches. A simple curving weapon that could easily be blocked. Reaching his palm out, he caught one of the sides of the boomerang and stowed it away almost as soon as he caught it. Both that and his bow and arrow were pretty self-explanatory; the weapons painted yellow were mainly just projectiles. What else did he have?
There was his hammer. He was definitely keeping that at the very least. Inspecting the items at his disposal, he had come to a conclusion. There was little offensive weaponry. While Toon Link had his sword, there were only a handful of other ways he could innovate in ways he could think of. He could mix it up with his arrows, possibly even light them on fire, but he had heard that had not gone well in a previous iteration of Smash matches...
Meanwhile in Melee:
A younger Link sat under a large moon. Frowning, he felt as if though there was something he needed to do. Looking up at the sky-
"Hyaaagh!" He cried out, before getting crushed by the lunar rock along with every other being in the world.
So since that was out of the picture, he had a few options left. Toon Link frowned, staring down at a pear, a large leaf, and a handful of bait. The fruit and bait were hardly snacks for him. Grasping the pear, he looked towards the sky, where a flock of seagulls circled overhead. Raising the pear slowly until it was over his head, Toon Link shielded his eyes from the sun with his other hand, staring up at the birds. The yellow fruit in his hand gleamed, until it was suddenly snatched out of its resting place. Suddenly, a seagull hovered in front of him, already chewing the snack between its beak. Blinking, Toon Link looked towards it curiously. It seemed to be waiting for him patiently.
Deciding to test his newfound avian companion, Toon Link walked to his left, away from the cliff. The bird followed him; it rested on the ground when he stopped. The swordsman made way for the right. So did the seagull. Smiling, Toon Link thought he could make use of this. However, a sudden squeaking would soon capture his attention. Looking back towards his gear, he gasped. The bait that he had haphazardly left on the ground, a multitude of small red pellets, was already being gobbled up by peckish rats. While the seagull had finally tired of hanging out with the little green hero, Toon Link had decided to take action against the rats. Running towards his gear, he grabbed the leaf on the ground, and using it like a fan, blew the vermin away using a gust of wind.
Perhaps this could be it! All of a sudden, a strategy in his mind clicked. He could use the seagull to attack from above, and he could blow rats towards his opponents!
"..." Toon Link rubbed the back of his head.
Well, it was a work in progress after all. Scurrying to pick up the fallen pieces of bait left on the ground, he stowed the pellets in his pouch, along with all of the other items scattered about the mountaintop. After retrieving the very last object of his arsenal, he slugged his Skull Hammer above his little body and began making way, slow but steady, and this time without any iron bringing him down, walking down the mountain.
With a cheery feeling, Toon Link had already entered his next match proudly, his cat eyes positively beaming. As he was being transported via magic or some… bizarre technology towards the next stage, he brandished his hammer, ready to fight his opponent. Reappearing on the same wooden sea platform above the water that his taller form had used to duel the unfortunate tactician that was Robin, he breathed in the fresh sea air. Already, seagulls began hovering above the platform, giving Toon Link a good ounce of courage for the fight. Until he saw his opponent.
"Hi!" Kirby waved from atop his mech.
While the mech was hardly taller than a building of any description, it still towered over the short Toon Link. Its fists were ready for a brawl, too, already practicing punches. Nevertheless, Toon Link was willing and ready to fight. It was almost comical, a blob of pink riding on the top of an equally pink robot against a green-clad boy with a hammer larger than himself.
However, these oddities were just another aspect of Smash, and it hardly deterred the announcer. "Three! Two! One!"
Both readied the weapons of their choice, each smiling with a passion.
"Go!" The announcer exclaimed.
Unlike the battle that had taken place before, neither of them had quite decided to bolt just yet. Kirby, whether it was the mech itself or an actual sense of caution; he edged slowly towards his adversary, readying himself for a punch as he walked. Toon Link had his Skull Hammer ready, held in front of him defensively. As soon as both of them approached the middle of the stage, they struck at the same time, steel clashing against steel with blows that rang out for miles.
They were hardly over, and went right to the clashing against each other, smashing blow after blow with sparks flying out into the open sea. Eventually in their grapple, the mecha Kirby piloted grabbed the Skull Hammer and tossed it to the side, Toon Link hiding behind his shield as the heavy weapon bounced over him. As he saw his biggest weapon blown out of his hands, Toon Link switched back to his own sword.
He started to regret that decision when the robot started doing something dubious. A light emanated out of robot's mouth, and it appeared to grasp the sword. That was when things started going downhill. The similarities between Kirby and the robot soon clicked when the machine imitated Toon Link, its arms suddenly transforming from pudgy, destructive fists to equally destructive blades of light.
If Toon Link could speak, he might have said something along the lines of, "You've gotta be kidding me!". But he can't, so, "Gyah!" might have to do. Now he had to deal with two swords clashing against his own. If you could really call those devastating blades of light he fought against "swords". Eventually, it seemed as though Kirby had taken advantage of Toon Link's lack of dual-wielding and tossed him, having flung the blades from underneath his feet, launching him into the air. As he landed back on his feet, he grit his teeth, and decided to try out one of his other items.
Reaching into his pouch, Toon Link shouted as he flung bait into Kirby's face. The red dots stuck to the puffball's cheeks. Then, just like that, they were gone, having vanished down Kirby's… Throat? Figuring that was practically useless, he decided to opt for the pear instead. He reached back into his pouch, only for Kirby to attempt suctioning up the grub yet again. This time however, Toon Link made sure to keep a tight grip on the fruit.
A seagull flocking over the two battlers began descending from the sky. The little swordsman smiled, this was his chance at retaliation!
"SquaAAAWWWKK-"
Toon Link stared. Where once his feathered friend flew, was a cluster of feathers and a Kirby with its mouth full. Grimacing, Toon Link had decided this had gone too far. Sure, battling by themselves was all in good fun, but eating a bird? ...There were no rules against it, but someone had to take a stand…? The morals were questionable. But Toon Link's next move was meant as avenging his feathered acquaintance.
Leaping up into the air, he pulled the giant leaf he had stowed away, the wind catching it at just the right angle. The breeze carried him towards Kirby rather quickly. Once above him, he noticed that Kirby was already glaring back at him, raising his blades. Ignoring the threat of more scrapes, he launched down from his strategic position in the air, pulling out one last weapon.
The stick Toon Link used smacked Kirby on the face once. Kirby blinked, tears threatening. While he was hurting from the blow from the wood, he would certainly not let this go without a fight. All of a sudden, the mech's appearance reverted back to its original pink, strong arm form, and grappled the swordsman. Despite the green hero's struggles, the grip the machine had was too strong. Soon, they began lifting up into the sky, picking up speed. The angle at which the robot had the cartoonish legendary swordsman was meant for a throw. Gulping, Toon Link braced himself as he felt himself getting lifted into the air.
The rush of wind past his ears meant that he was falling. What he did not understand was the fact that Kirby was yelling too. Opening one eye, he realized that both of them were heading towards the water. The puffball had meant to slam Toon Link into the floor, but had missed. Now both would pay in the brine of the sea. Once the two realized this, they could not talk, but they certainly could scream before the smashed into the water.
"...Ah, I still can't believe this island has livestock. Lucky we managed to end up here, huh?" Robin commented, raising a steak lifted on a spear made of wood, "Nice cooking, by the way."
Sitting across from him behind a campfire and a spit, Link nodded, already beginning to dig into the meat left on the spit. Grinning, Robin raised his own meal as if it were a glass of wine to cheer with, and began his feast. As he ravenously devoured the meat, he suddenly noticed an object drifting towards them. Momentarily taking his eyes off of the meat and onto the object, he noticed two small creatures of sort on top. Eventually, the unidentified vessel sailing on the waves came close to the shore of the deserted island, and landed on the sand.
"Hmm?" Robin blinked, staring at the object.
Pink, metallic, and drenched in water with seaweed as an added decoration. Before the snow-haired tactician could come close to inspect the mysterious machine, two familiar faces popped out underneath a clump of seaweed, gasping for breath, tiredly crawling up the tan shores up onto the grassy knots of the island's mainland.
"...Link?" Robin called.
The survivalist attending to the fire sat up and stared across from the makeshift camp with a mouthful of mouthwatering steak. He blinked.
Tired, but still peckish, the growling noise coming from within Kirby and Toon Link meant that they may need seconds. Sighing, the regular Link got up, took another spear of wood lying about, and set off to gather more food as the newcomers to the island of mishaps began laying siege to the food.
AN: And there you have it, a Toon Link vs. Kirby chapter.
Thanks for reading, this is ThePizzaLovingTurtle, off to prepare for a visit to some tropical islands, see you soon.