Super Smash Bros Ultimate Fanfiction: Proto Man and Paula
Proto Man jumped to the ready, his arm cannon charging to its maximum power as he, along with other Mega Men, blasted their opponent with beams of pure power. The adrenaline of joining his mechanical brethren in battle every once in a while never got old, but yet everyday Proto found himself wishing for something more than to merely assist. He wanted to fight himself, not just help. As he and the other Mega Men disappeared, warping back to Smash HQ, he suddenly was engulfed with surprise as a mysterious vision overtook him. A young girl in a pink dress stood before him and spoke: "Meet me at the training facility at HQ for an opportunity." His vision began to fade, and everything went black.
"Hey Proto, you all right?" Bass asked him, as he helped him to his feet.
"Yeah," he responded, still disoriented from the strange vision. As he headed back towards his room, he stopped, remembering the small girl's words. "Meet me at the training facility at HQ for an opportunity." Proto turned around and headed towards the training facility. This was an opportunity he was not going to miss.
Proto entered the training arena, mechanical eyes scanning the room for the girl from his vision. He was not disappointed, as he gazed at the stage set to simulate a Smash Bros Battlefield, he spotted her. She approached him and the two finally met.
"Who are you?" He asked, voice gruff, assuaging her with his robotic sensors.
"I'm Paula. Ness calls me to help in his Final Smash, but I find myself wanting more than to just be the sidekick. I want to be out there with them, fighting alongside them." Proto couldn't believe his ears. It appeared he wasn't the only helper who desired more. "Anyways," she said, her face taking on an almost businesslike look. "I've brought you here to fight you." Proto almost burst out laughing. This little girl? Fight HIM? Preposterous. However, he admired her attitude, and decided to oblige her request. This was Smash after all, and people aren't always as weak as they seem. "Fine. To the battlefield!"
To be continued...