Here's chapter 3! Whew, I took way too long with this one. I apologize for that. But in this chapter, our plot will finally begin!
"Happy New Year!"
2013 had begun. It should've been a happy time for all Smashers, cut or not, but our heroes couldn't lift their spirits. Lucas had recently exited therapy, giving them a ray of delight, but the staggering shock of being cut had taken a toll on the crew.
"That's all of us. Snake, Lucas, Popo, Nana, and me. It's been fun." Wolf said, head low, as he announced his status in Smash to his friends.
"Chin up, Wolf. You've still got your job with Andross. And us, of course." Snake said, yet again puffing his cigar, eyes fixated on the newspaper. "It isn't like we can't get by. We can find new jobs. I can put in a few words with Otacon, if you want."
"Thanks for the offer, Snake, but no thank you. I'll find my own work."
Snake handed him the newspaper. "Here, I'm sure you'd find something in here. Tell me what you find." Wolf took the paper and looked at it meticulously. One opening in particular caught his eye.
Calling all fighters!
Have you been cut? Don't worry, because you can still put your skills to good use!
We are planning what could be called a "political uprising" to overthrow the ruler of our land, and you can help by joining the Subspace Army!
Sign-up forms are available at the Isle of Generations, known during Smash Bros. tournaments as "Battlefield." We will pay upwards of 628,000 G annually.
Snake almost choked on his cigar when he read the opening Wolf was considering. "Wolf, NO! You are not joining that army! I forbid it!"
"And why is that?" Wolf cocked his head, baring his teeth.
"I...I know the commander of that army. He tried to destroy all worlds around five years ago. His name was one that echoed his plans, and those plans were ones that could've sent everything into chaos. Every Smasher, give or take a few, pitched in to take him down. His name..."
"His name was Tabuu."
In a remote corner of the world...
*CLANG!* A large metal scale was thrown onto a table. At one end was the dastardly King of Evil, Ganondorf. At the other was the Lord of the Koopas, Bowser.
"Here it is. The Fiend's Scale." Ganondorf muttered, worn out from carrying the surprisingly heavy tool.
"Gwahaha! With this scale, we'll make our armies unstoppable!" Bowser sneered, giddy at the accomplishment his right-hand man had done.
"Yes...the Subspace Army will be truly impenetrable!"
The laughter of both kings was a bone-rattling sound that echoed through the night.
Chapter 3! It's done! Sorry I took so long. Some stuff came up and I was busy for a while. I wonder what the Subspace Army is up to...?
Find out whenever I finish the next chapter! Adios!