A two parter? What sorcery is this?! I kid, I kid. Sort of. This is a two parter, my attempt for a Halloween story. Sort of. I don't think it's really scary as more…adventure and…possible suspenseful? Meh…I tried.

Important Info:

1) Meta Knight is based on the anime Hoshi no Kaabii, where he's more of a father/teacher figure to Kirby

2) Lucario is female and Greninja is male.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be mine. But I certainly enjoy writing about them!

Mirror, Mirror (Part 1)

Sum: "What's the matter?" he asked. "Scared of shadows?"…"Or maybe it's what you see…" ~ Secret Character SPOILERS ~

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Out of all the Smashers, Meta Knight was the most concerned about him.

The one who had the same face as the angel.

Dark Pit.

Upon his introduction, the knight had only a mild interest in him. That changed upon the discovery of his origin.

The Mirror of Truth.

The Popstar resident had felt a chill settle inside of him. The knight had thought the Dimension Mirror had been restored to its original glory thanks to Kirby. However, while he and his squires were away, Dedede and Kirby had another encounter with it. A quick glance at the penguin showed he clearly remembered his own interaction with the mirror.

And what came from it.

Had the Mirror of Truth held a similar role as the Dimension Mirror? If so…how corrupted was Pit's reflection?

So, he watched and studied the fallen angel. It was clear that while he hailed from the same world as Pit and Palutena, he had little fondness for his brethren.

However, he lacked the vast amount of hostility towards his counterpart, unlike the Star Warrior's reflection. Dark Pit, or Kuro, would send out snide remarks at Pit and bite back a Palutena's nickname for him and yet their seemed to be a boundary line the three had agreed upon. The knight gazed at the fallen angel who exited from some training. He immediately spotted the puffball. "Oh, it's the volleyball with a mask."

"…Pittoo." The Popstar resident replied goading the dark reflection.

"Where's your stupid knightly etiquette!?" Kuro made an obscene gesture. "What, I'm not good enough for it? Whatever! You've been watching me ever since I arrived." The fallen angel commented, angrily. "Why!? Hate me too?! That it!? Want to show what a joke I am, so someone more deserving can take my place?! Go ahead and try! Throw everything you have at me! I'll return it tenfold!"

The Star Warrior frowned behind his mask. "That has never been my intention, Kuro." He avoided the other's sensitivity of his position in the tournament, storing the thought for another time.

The use of his name seemed to calm the fallen angel a bit. He took a few deep breaths, having exerted himself more than intended. "If you're telling the truth…" The fallen angel regarded the puffball with guarded eyes. "Then why!?" Meta Knight didn't answer. They stood there, probably looking a bit foolish; silently trying to comprehend the other.

"…What's the matter?" Kuro asked, his voice quite. "Scared of shadows?" Red eyes narrowed at the puffball, studying. "Or maybe…it's what you see…"

The puffball had to give Kuro some credit. Said Smasher grew impatient. "Fine. I guess I'll have to beat it out of you in the next battle…!" He gave the knight a half-grin, half-sneer and walked away.

Meta Knight watched the fallen angle leave, mulling over their interaction.

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Slowly.

Oh so slowly.

It had taken it years? Centuries? The exact amount, it didn't care as it slowly, ever so slowly pieced itself together.

But now.

Now as it, no he, had regained his form and time meant something to him. That foolish insect had helped speed his recovery, but the loss of the mirror quickly damped his plans for revenge; revenge against that creature; that round, soft, pink thing. And he would need time. Time to find that disgusting creature. Time to create the perfect plan to administer his revenge. Time to make it suffer and...no. It would not make the same mistake as last time.

This time…yes, this time it would sliced into so many pieces it wouldn't live.

First…he familiarized himself with what had occurred since his…'demise'. He searched through mirrors scattered across the land; vanities, pocket sized, full body. With each one, he pieced together what passed during his absence. And more importantly…

He gave a low growl that escalated into a screech. Where was it?! It wasn't there! Nor there! WHERE WAS IT!?

He'd searched the entire world, but found no clue as to the vile thing's whereabouts! He refused to believe someone, or something, had already destroyed it. No, it was his right. Only his! It was out there, he knew. Somewhere.

Expand the search then. Simple. He was forced to expend some of his energy to worm his way to other mirrors outside of the world. But it was a small lose for a larger and satisfying prize.

THERE! THERE. IT. WAS! That stupid, soft, pink thing.

He cackled.

Time to build an army.

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Peach hummed, brushing her hair out. Maser Hand had scheduled her battles in the early morning, allowing her some time to herself. Taking the opportunity, she'd immediately taken a long shower and took her time caring for herself.

She smiled at her reflection, setting the brush down. Peach left the small vanity and contemplated on what to change into. It took a few minutes, before she decided on one; and even less time to change into it. The blond checked herself in the full body mirror. The Mushroom Kingdom ruler twirled, giggling, happy with her appearance. Deciding to go find Lucina, the blond princess walked away and out of her room.

Her reflection smiled and waved at the retreating Smasher.

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Marth checked his stance again. The emperor glanced to his right, noting his leg positions. The training room had a corner decorated in large mirrors, just for this occasion. Little Mac had been there earlier mock fighting. He and the boxer shared a few words before focusing on their stances and fighting techniques. Eventually, Little Mac retired, leaving Marth alone.

"Meta Knight was right…" he muttered. He shifted his back leg a few inches back. Feeling his balance alter just a bit, allowing him a better posture for a quicker blade attack. The swordsman did some repetition from the stance to the attack and back again.

"Hey, Marth!"

The Emperor of Akaneia straightened, lowered his weapon replica, and did an about face. "Ike, what brings you here?"

The vanguard smiled. "Just finished my Smash Run." He wiped a bit of sweat from his face.

Marth made a face. "Ike, why didn't you shower first?"

"Oh please…you're sweating too." he rolled his eyes. "How long have you been training?"

"A few minutes…oh wait…" Marth glanced at the digital clock above the double doors. "…almost two hours…"

"Alright then, I think we both need a shower." Ike grabbed the other's hand and all but dragged his fellow swordsman out of the training area.

"Ike! Ike, wait!" Marth almost stumbled at the sudden jerk, his replica blade almost slipping out of his hands. "What's the hurry?"

"Meta Knight. I want to talk to him." The vanguard replied keeping a quick pace. He let go of Marth's hand long enough for the emperor to replace the wooden Falchion in its rightful slot. "Something's been bothering him and I think it has to do with Kuro."

"Dark Pit?"

"Yeah."

"I wonder what it could be."

The two swordsmen were focused on their knight neither noticed the sour look of Marth's reflection as what appeared to be an outline of Ike withered before dissipating all together. The swordsman's likeness sneered, obviously displeased, before walking towards the reflected double doors.

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Yes. His army was slowly building. And that one was perfect.

None of those stupid creatures had noticed the original was gone! Replaced by the reflection! He laughed. Only a little more time and he would make his move.

His laughter died suddenly, as his scout watched the guardians of that world. Those white guardians would have to be subdued.

The question was how to approach it? He pondered it over, absently throwing some energy at another full reflection. How? How? One was clearly unstable; he might be the more difficult of the two. The other…

Through his scout's eyes he watched as one of those fighters, this one in a space suit, battle the two guardians. The unstable one created purple rods of energy, impaling them into the ground at even intervals.

Oh.

Oh…

Oh…!

He grinned. He had the perfect thing for the stable one.

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Marth turned in his bed again. Something wasn't right. He could feel it. It was like the calm before the storm, and it set his nerves on edge. Sighing, the emperor threw the blankets off and slipped out of bed. He grabbed his things, but hesitated.

Falchion rested with Ragnell and Galaxia in the corner. He pursed his lips, before eventually buckling his sheath and grabbing the blade. The weight against his hip was comforting, calming his nerves a little.

He quietly closed the door, taking slow steps down the hallway illuminated by dim lamps. Marth listened attentively, for what he couldn't say. The hallway was quite, inconspicuous, and he slowly eased up.

Until he saw the figure standing at the end of the corridor. Strangely, the lights seemed to have faded even more, giving the person an eerie feel. Marth could only make out a general outline of them. Suddenly, they turned away, cape fluttering as they ran.

The swordsman chased them, down the hallway, down the stairs. Whoever it was, kept ahead of the Emperor of Akaneia, barely out of sight. He was tempted to shout at the other, but remained courteous to his fellow Smashers who still slept. The swordsman eventually saw the figure disappear behind the set of double doors, leading to the training room. Marth paused outside of the room, wondering if he should pursue this person, or turn back. His mind was almost screaming to leave, seek out someone, but he ignored it and entered. The emperor tentatively walked deeper in, eyes flying all around, scrutinizing it. All of the equipment was stacked off to the side; the area was cleaned from earlier training. His eyes wept over the room, landing on the mirrors.

He lurched back.

Had his reflection just wave at him?! Falchion slid out, even if he felt foolish, Marth appreciated the weight in his hand. His reflection followed his movement.

Nothing different. Nothing suspicious. Yet, he couldn't shake the dread creeping inside of him. He was started to regret not leaving well enough alone. Perhaps his eyes had been playing tricks on him, playing off of his fear and expectancy. Slowly, the Emperor of Akaneia crept closer until he was almost directly before the mirrors.

He sighed, sheathing Falchion. "I'm just being foolish." Marth titled his head, watching his reflection do the same. He attempted a smile at his reflection, and was shocked to see it laugh.

"Foolish indeed!"

He screamed as he was pulled into the mirror.

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Ike grinned at his two friends. "It's my turn for the Classic Run!"

"I presume you will be taking the red route?" Their knight questioned.

The Crimea native hummed in agreement.

"Ike, I ask you to be weary today."

"Huh? Why?"

Meta Knight didn't answer immediately. "It is…it is just a feeling, but something is waiting."

The vanguard frowned. "You feel it too…Alright. I'll take opt for the green and blue routes." Ike flicked the emperor's shoulder. "Hey, Marth, you alright?"

Said swordsman absently rubbed his shoulder. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

"You were a little restless last night." The vanguard replied. "I heard you leave. Couldn't sleep?"

"Ah…no." Marth shook his head. "I strolled around the mansion for a little bit. Tried to clear my thoughts."

Ike nodded, "Hope you still got enough sleep."

"Yes, I did." The trio traded words casually as they headed towards the Solo Teleportation Room. It was specifically designed to send Smashers to the single events, such as Classic Run and All-Star. The Crimea native waved at the two. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck." The emperor replied, smiling.

And maybe it was trick of the eyes, but Ike could've sworn it was smirk.

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He'd almost failed twice through his Classic Run. Ike had felt it, a growing dread as he fought his way through the matches. He could see his fellow Smashers also seemed to feel it too. Fox had been far quicker on the draw, his hit rate decreasing because of it. Zelda wasn't quite as graceful in her movements, and Robin had a faraway look in his eyes.

Something was coming.

Still, the Crimea native had made it all the way to the end. He frowned as he took the black path, knowing he'd promise Meta Knight to be cautious, but something pulled him towards it.

Ike appeared on the Final Destination stage, feeling this was where he was meant to be.

At the beginning, the battle flowed smoothly. Ike landing quite a few hits on Crazy and Master Hand and the appendages landing their own in return. And then it happened.

Master Hand screamed, though he hadn't been attacked. At least, not by the Crimea native.

Ike saw something pierce the right appendage. It flew from behind him and Crazy Hand nearly invisible in flight, but it was a stark contrast as it impaled Master hand. It was visible for only a few seconds and the vanguard could only identify it as a pitch, black pole, before it sunk into the glove

Crazy Hand immediately turned around seeing a strange portal and dove for it. "BANZI!"

"Wait, Crazy!" Ike shouted after the left hand. Too late, the portal closed leaving him with Master Hand or what was once the right hand.

In his place were five blades made up of dark particles.

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The moment Master Hand screamed, the whole stadium plunged into chaos. Bowser roared, tackling Yoshi and sending the two reptiles across the floor. The Koopa King wasn't the only one turning on his fellow Smashers.

Luigi was currently running away from Mr. Game & Watch and Villager. "Guys, what's wrong?" They didn't answer, not with words. The 2D figure pulled out his hammer and a sign with the number 2 on it. The plumber lucked out with the low number, but not with the Gyroid that blasted into his chest. Luigi cried out, patting his overalls to quench the bits of fire and embers. The Star Warrior pulled out Galaxia ready to help the younger brother.

Meta Knight felt the tip of a blade against the top of his head, making him freeze.

"Bow down to your emperor, knight…!"

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He dodged the attack from Little Mac, only to be hit in the back courtesy of Sonic. The fallen angel growled and summoned his Electroshock Arm. "Haaah!" The hedgehog got a pulse of electricity and the power of it coupled with Kuro's momentum sent the blue blur on a crash course to the wall.

"Kuro!" Meta Knight cried, Galaxia slicing into the boxer who was about to use the fallen angel as a punching bag. He followed up with a Mach Tornado, sending Little Mac straight into a recuperating hedgehog. They collided, the colors fading to reveal their shadowy forms.

"Oh, it's the volleyball." His weapon faded away, leaving his arm free once more. "What do you want? And what's with those two?"

"You must enter the mirror world and rescue the others."

"Why? And answer the second one!" He demanded. "You're a hero," Kuro spat the word. "Why don't you go in there and be their knight in shining armor?"

"I cannot. There is little time to explain, but I will try. Dark Mind has corrupted the mirrors in this world and thus has tainted our reflections. You are Pit's reflection so Dark Mind cannot create another as one is already in existence. The two of you can safely enter the mirror world and return without producing another doppelganger."

"So those things are reflections of pincushion and pajamas? Huh…" The fallen angel studied the puffball. "…you're afraid of your own reflection." He jumped over the puffball, throwing up his set of Guardian Orbitars. The silver blade harmlessly slid off the shield, allowing the Star Warrior to counter attack Marth's reflection.

"I implore you, find Pit and enter the mirror world. The rest of us will hold them off as long as possible."

"I don't need his help. Besides," he grinned. "I have a better use for him."

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Ike rolled away from the sword attack, letting it collide into the stage. The force sent the vanguard towards the side. Rangell slammed into the ground, slowing his speed and from falling off. Ike sighed in relief. However it was short lived, as the five swords prepared another attack. He still wasn't sure what happened to Master Hand, nor where Crazy Hand went.

The swordsman ducked as small purple orbs floated towards him. This thing was strange, just a mass of black…things! "ARGH!" He hadn't realized that those orbs flew back. He was ready for the remaining two, countering the attack and launching the purple orbs back.

He now knew why he'd taken this path. This thing that swallowed Master Hand couldn't be allowed to leave this stage.

Umm…suspenseful. Yes? I hope it wasn't too choppy. There's quite a lot going on.

More stuff will be talked about in the second part. Which will be posted later.

Now, I'm off to go Smash with random people on line! Wooo!

ZGD says 'Later, gator!'