Suggested by red fiend, and in honor of Metroid's recent anniversary.
Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and 3DS: The Glory of Custom Moves
Say, "Freeze"!
There is a name whispered among the stars. Within the wide expanses of space, this name is spoken in many different tongues on many different planets. The name, whispered in awe and quivering nervousness by many, who look towards the stars as if expecting the bearer to come down and slay them on the spot.
The name in question being the one and only Samus Aran, bounty hunter extraordinaire.
Who was petting a yellow mouse at this moment.
She sat on the stair-steps of the Smash institution, or whatever the mysterious, heavily headcanon-based building leading to the world of fighting, sitting in the shade of one of the many trimmed hedges lining the path leading upwards. Clad in armor that could only be described as high tech, she hefted around a large iron suit displaying the sheen of the colors red and orange, thin green lines beaming brightly as they traveled about the exterior. Using one arm, she pet Pikachu as it laid down on her legs, ears twitching in the wind, and arm at normal size. Her other arm, if you could count an emerald cannon blaster an arm, laid dormant as she pet the mouse, no doubt used to blast enemies with.
Next to the cannon on the step she sat on was a helmet, with one large "T" shaped visor built into it, two cords running through an exhaust port on the front. As her helmet laid dormant, blonde hair streamed out, restricted only by a small blue rubber band, the golden locks drifting in the breeze. Azure eyes watched as she gently caressed the mouse's fur, which slept peacefully despite the glaring cannon positioned by its head. As she rubbed the long ears of Pikachu, she frowned, staring up at the azure sky.
Now, generally, it was a pretty decent responsibility destroying rampant aliens with her array of weapons. Venturing through space, destroying planets occasionally and on accident, etcetera and etcetera. However, Samus felt rather...Unappreciated, lately. A few days had passed by, and among them was a day of great excitement. The anniversary of the day she had set foot on Planet Zebes on a mission had passed by, and she for one could not feel any more proud of her accomplishments thus far. Years and years of bravery and heart went into her craft, and she had felt as though she certainly deserved it. As cold and calculated as she knew she was known for, could it hurt to wish for a little positive acknowledgement once in awhile?
But for some reason, hardly anyone seemed to remember around her! It was a mystery. I mean, she herself would always get the occasional letter from fans of her work, much to her surprise considering she was constantly on the move. She was also respected as one of the veterans of Smash, responsible for helping kick-start the tournaments into existence despite her normally ranged style of fighting in a competition of fists and swords. Of course, technically her normal work was not exactly something she should parade about, but still, with her rising popularity, it would be expected to be appreciated, right?
Well unfortunately, she had not been offered to fight in a full scale adventure for quite a while. Five years since her last debut in a space venturing, gun rattling adventure, and even the last one had netted her criticism. Funnily enough, it was not that of violence or her methods used to save the galaxy, but that of her situation. Being restricted back then from using weapons and her briefings, which was somehow leaked to the public, shrouded her in an awkward period where even during her days in the Smash tournament, she would catch a disappointed tone here and there from spectators.
Nevertheless, her anniversary had passed, and she had not done anything too spectacular. For the most part, the highlight of her day was petting the Pokémon she had on her lap and a few battles here and there, but aside from that, she could not do much. Even so, that could change if she willed it. Staring at the sky, she thought back to the days of old, where as a bounty hunter, she ventured through countless alien planets, exploring desolate landscapes, finding mystical suit upgrades…
All of a sudden, Samus raised her gun arm, still petting the Pikachu on her lap, pursing her lips. The top of the barrel rotated for a moment as she aimed the weapon skywards, humming to herself. Through the corner of her eyes, she could see feathers. Flapping above them, a bizarre, purple colored duck, quacking and flying in a diagonal, aimless flight pattern, befitting of a target carried itself above them. Smirking, Samus slowly stopped petting Pikachu, the mouse now thoroughly asleep, taking her helmet by the edge. Raising the helmet above her head, she slowly placed it on, adjusting it until she heard a clicking noise and the sound of air hissing.
Still sitting down, making sure to keep the mouse steady, she aimed towards the carefree duck who continued quacking. For a moment, she hesitated, the fact was that even if the duck was just a silly bird, it was still technically a fellow Smasher. Shooting and killing it would probably be problematic. Twisting the Power Suit cannon somewhat, she aimed once more towards the sky where the avian Smash contestant was in sight, and fired. As the gun popped back somewhat due to recoil, a beam of light blue swirled through the sky towards the duck. Finally reaching the animal, it dissipated on impact.
However, that would not mean the duck would get away scot free. Quacking in fright, the duck attempted flapping away quickly. Strangely, it felt its wings grow heavier and more sluggish to move until it was almost impossible to move at all. Eyes growing wide, it spiraled down to the earth below, the wind whistling around it, wrapping him in a chill. That and the fact that the duck was encased in ice was also probably an issue. Plummeting to the ground, it closed its eyes, fully believing this was the end.
Then it was caught. Eyes opening wide once more, it struggled as its unfrozen neck was held by Samus's free left hand. Swallowing nervously, the duck attempted to squawk or somehow liberate itself from its icy prison. Despite the avian's obvious discomfort, Samus smiled from inside her helmet, hoisting it high in the air in a bit of a victory pose. The duck now understood what happened. Quacking, its eyes began rolling with a frown, the frigid water melting off of it. Letting the duck go, it flapped away in annoyance, quacking something about a rude metal woman in its own duck language.
Smiling, it seemed as though Samus had something she could do. Glancing towards the Pikachu sitting on her lap, she took hold of its tail carefully. The mouse still slept peacefully, its round body rising up and down with each breath. Slowly but surely, she lifted the Pokémon up by its brown tail tip. It continued to snooze despite dangling in the air. Carefully, she placed it down on the stair step she sat on, making sure it was still sleeping. Watching as it laid there, snoring softly, she began walking off towards the Smash building. All the way, she tinkered within the confines of her suit right before she hit the door, entering the spot with a jolly plan on her mind.
Outside, a certain dog sniffed around in frustration, seemingly looking for someone. The Duck Hunt dog's muzzle stuck to the floor like glue as it searched the pavement, weaving around a fountain and many hedges, up and down stairs. Eventually, it seemed as though the solitary dog was about ready to throw in the towel. Sitting down by a step, it howled morosely.
Then was shocked as he felt a jolt of electricity ran up its body from a Pikachu awoken from its peaceful nap.
After a rather plain waiting room session, Samus was transported to a stage somewhere in the many universes the tournament took place in. Staring out from within the helmet's visor, she slowly gathered her bearings. She was used to extreme environments, frigid colds, blistering heat, and claustrophobic caverns. Now, if she glanced at the stage she stood on during night, perhaps it would look somewhat menacing. A larger mirror could serve as a dramatic backdrop. The large mat below could provide a slip up in the enemy's defense. Finally, the white, moving board in the background could serve as a constant reminder that there was something awaiting them...
But in the day, the Wii Fit Studio was anything but menacing. Unless one is really unfit. Stretching her cannon arm, she stepped about the stage. For once, there was not a bottomless pit in sight that threatened to send a Smasher to their doom. The stage was completely flat, aside from a few floating platforms that would occasionally join alongside a virtual trainer in the background. Frowning to herself, she glanced around for her opponent among the white, clean kept studio.
A thump sound emerged from the other side of the room. A few more thumps, like that of large footsteps thundered after them. Turning around, Samus cocked her arm cannon and glared at the enemy. Her visor blinked with information hidden from her foe. Brown fur. A large, muscular frame. Two very large eyes. A red tie. Finally, the cherry on top:
The stench of bananas.
A brown ape with a red, straight tie dangling from its neck with the initials, "DK" boldly place on the front entered the match. A curly wisp of hair dangled above his head and face as the primate stared back with a grunt. All of a sudden, the gorilla started hooting with fury, raising its massive fists. It proceeded to beat on its chest with a fervor, the sound echoing throughout the building. Samus' glare hardened in recognition. As ferocious as it looked, that was not just a random animal that may have escaped from the zoo.
Donkey Kong was another veteran that Samus and the others have come to known as a worthy opponent. ...That was it really. He's a pretty cool kong whose coconut gun can fire in spurts. But in Smash he does not have a gun.
Frowning, Donkey Kong glanced up at the ceiling of the studio, rolling his eyes.
Well, even if he was a simple animal leading a simple life, while simultaneously being obsessed with yellow fruit, he was definitely a threat to be reckoned with. He may not have had any special abilities other than physical combat at the moment, but he was ready and raring to go. Slapping the ground rapidly, Donkey Kong readied its fists, ready for a scuffle. She glared back at him; Samus kneeled down and readied her cannon to aim across the room.
"Three! Two! One!" Chimed in the announcer, pervading through the boundaries of time and space with his voice, starting the match with a shout, "Go!"
Charging over towards Donkey Kong with her cannon, Samus slowly took aim, raising her cannon arm towards the brown ape, ready to shoot the primate with her CANNON as she dashed towards the enemy, and tackled Donkey Kong with her right shoulder. The impact from the tackle knocked the brown ape back somewhat, sending him into the air. As he flew up to the ceiling, wide-eyed from the blow, he shook his head, frowning as he began to slowly plummet back down.
Readying her gun limb, she actually aimed seriously this time, lining up the emerald barrel as he came crashing down. A whirring noise sounded off as it built up pressure slowly and steadily, until a stream of cyan launched out of the barrel. The beam launched out blasted the Kong, eventually covering him from head to toe in ice as the effects travelled over his body. His eyes went wide as he halted mid air, completely encased. Falling back towards the floor, it smacked into one of the platforms on the way down, muffled "Oofs!" coming from the ice as he smashed into each solid object. Finally reaching the bottom, the ice eventually shattered into pieces, leaving a disorientated gorilla dazed on the floor, surrounded by chunks of ice.
For a moment, Samus felt rather good. While her glory days were in the past and her adventures in the future was uncertain, beating up another Smasher was great. It was akin to her alien blasting days, spending her time in dank, claustrophobic corridors that were more often than not filled with murderous creatures. Ah, yes…
Her memories were a weakness to be exploited, however, as Donkey Kong was already coming back in a big way, bashing her upside the head with a well timed headbutt. The whack from his noggin certainly took Samus off guard, resulting in the bounty hunter getting semi-buried in the floor, a crater of dirt forming beneath her feet despite the pristine condition of the white tiles below.
As she was punted into the ground, a voice called from the sidelines saying, "Now, return to your original position."
Return she did indeed, climbing out of the small hole, shaking her helmet head as if to cure her daze. Once the fog in her head cleared almost instantaneously, her thin features eyebrows cocked irritably, as did her cannon. She fired round after round of the chilling beams, each one momentarily stopping the massive ape. Each time he was froze, Donkey Kong would make a face, whether it be from discomfort, annoyance, or plain boredom each time multiple shots rang out, he was not having the time of his life in the multiple blocks of ice.
Eventually, Samus stopped blasting him with ice. The repetitive condensed bullets of ice did nothing more than slow him down. Ice slid out of the way as Donkey Kong charged forward towards the space bounty hunter, the ape smirking somewhat. Rolling up into a ball, the momentum still pushing him forward, he practically bowled over her, knocking her back, off of the rug stationed on the ground below onto the clean white floors. Sliding back, she decided to broaden her approach. Instead of constantly firing Ice Beams, the chamber of the cannon rumbled and rotated. Emerging from the gun, a couple of missiles from two varieties; slick and violet as well as green and bulky missile launched out of her arm cannon. Spiralling towards Donkey Kong standing across from her, on impact, they exploded on contact, black plumes of smoke covering the ape. For a moment, she blinked, glaring at the shroud carefully.
The small wisps of smoke disappeared almost instantaneously as a fist collided with Samus' helmet, knocking her back a considerable distance, warning sirens lighting up her vision. Her Power Suit was strong, but even its ingenious design and defense could not prevent the barrage of punches that she endured. As she rolled away from the boundary of the stage, she was pelted over and over again with headbutts, kicks, and slaps, all of the sort knocking her around the stage silly. Amidst the chaotic rampage, her suit slowly and slowly curled up into a ball. Eventually each time she was slammed into the floor, she would rebound or remain on the ground, albeit rolling. Now resembling an orange, red and green soccer ball, she rolled away, cursing under her breath.
Beating on his chest, Donkey Kong cheered for himself, assured that a victory was imminent. In response, Samus grunted, raising her weapon once more, firing a solitary missile towards the unknowing Kong, getting up to her feet. While the missile floated dangerously close to the near oblivious ape, she began picking up her feet, rapidly jogging in place. A fervor came to Samus, that of intense energy being built up all over her suit, most prevalent in her calves. Her steps began picking up speed, eventually the rapid jogging in place kicked up steam and began resembling a jackhammer.
When the missile finally collided with Donkey Kong, his eyes opened wide in surprise as he was blasted up a short distance into the air. More smoke emerged from the destructive remnants of the explosive bullet. The minute Donkey Kong touched the ground yet again, he grunted in his own language, smoke puffing out of his nostrils. Dashing towards the smoke, he raised his fist and leapt out, his tie brushing past the smoke, and his face popping out with a furious mien.
The next moments for Donkey Kong were that of a sort of mixture. Leaving the fog, his hardened gaze slowly shifted into a more bewildered gawk. His mid air posture wavered slightly as his tie flapped. The bounty hunter across from him was glowing red and speeding towards him. Sightseeing around the various realms clustered about, Donkey Kong could make the argument that it was similar to a bullet train speeding towards him. Now, as brutish as he was, he knew a problem when he saw it. Staring opposite to the mirror in the background, he frowned, slowly waving to someone who may or may not have been there.
The resulting tackle that Donkey Kong felt launched him off into distance, where he exploded in a flash of light as Samus continually sprinted with the force of a speeding vehicle.
"Game!"
Reemerging in a deserted ruins with a spotlight shining from the heavens, Donkey Kong began clapping reluctantly, mainly because he was obligated to do so, as even apes were not exempt from the rules. Frowning once again, he looked around, scratching his head. For a moment, he saw no one else there. Did Samus leave without being congratulated?
All of a sudden, he could hear a collection of thunderous footsteps. Glaring in the distance with one hand shading his eyes over his face, he could just barely make out a suit of armor, arms and legs flailing in an orderly, yet deadly fashion as Samus sprinted towards the ape. Squinting his eyes, Donkey Kong caught something like a glimpse of flames following Samus around. In his primate mind, he slowly put two and two together. The sprinting motions, the trail of fire following her feet, it was obvious really. Just obvious enough that when she quickly neared the gorilla, said gorilla's eyes popped open in realization. Leaping to the side, he just barely missed getting tackled yet again.
Shaking his head, the ape groaned, looking to the side. Optical sensors expanding yet again, he gawked at the last place Samus had been beforehand. Where the trail of fire finally ended, there was a crater of soot. He walked over slowly towards the remains of where Samus had once stood, he took one of his fingers and wiped a straight line through the dust. He was not sure what to do. Wiping it off on the ground, he began muttering something respectful in a Donkey Kong language, deciding to walk away and forget that ever happened.
Samus on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble controlling the speed. Her Speed Booster upgrade she had tinkered with from a while back was reliable, but she was beginning to think it was too reliable. Her feet would not let up in their frenzy to move forward, and the new aspect of fire behind her was worrying.
The fact that she had teleported may have also been another issue.
After a brief warning flashed up on her screen, she momentarily lost consciousness throughout her sprint. She was not sure how long she was out, or if her Power Suit continued running as she was knocked out. But what she was sure of was her current location. While unsure of its authenticity, it could be a dream for all she knew, Samus could recognize her surroundings. She blinked, thoroughly surprised at the similarities. Stalactites and stalagmites littered the ceiling and floors of the rocky caverns she found herself in. Stars flashed out in the sky from the hole in the ceiling. She could hear the vague sound of scuttling and hissing, dangerous abominations no doubt. She hummed, somewhat pleased with how things were turning out. In front of her, a rock blocked her path. Morphing into a sphere, she rolled underneath it through the dark subterranean setting, eventually arriving on the other side.
Reverting back to her standing form, she cocked her weapon and smirked, ready to destroy aliens on Planet Zebes yet again.
AN: I apologize for how late this is in comparison to the anniversary, but it had to be done.
Thanks XShinkuKikinX for reviewing! Well, that's my Metroid bit, I suppose that just leaves the rest on your list, doesn't it?
Thanks for reading, this is ThePizzaLovingTurtle, see you.