The ceremony had begun.
Lord Mote had planned for this moment since the temporary fall of Nintendo in the brief period before the Nintendo 64 came out in the User Realms. A method of breaking past the laws of the universe, and opening a gateway to the said Realms.
All it took was a shard of bone from the Hero of Time, taken from a reincarnation of his body after one of his many deaths before he respawned.
It is an interesting fact that if you cut off bits before someone respawns in a game world, the cut off bits appear anew on the new body, however they will not simply disappear, if coated in White Space material.
How did he manage to get access to White Space? Simple. Being not a game character himself, or even indeed alive in any conventional sense, the cloaked robot underling had access to powers far beyond what Mother Brain's limited imagination could ever envisage.
The ceremonious grabbing of the Player and the mystic Dragging Through Timey Wimey Holes.
Lord Mote knew that if Mother Brain knew what he was doing, he would be stripped of life and rendered as nothing more than a mere gaming peripheral in the User Realms.
Back to being nothing more than a controller for a game console that was swiftly losing popularity as it was being outperformed in everything except its cheerfulness by other consoles, belonging to a company that was slowly dying, and throwing out gimmick after gimmick to chase a dying golden age of customers.
In the Game Realms, he was somebody. He could behave independantly of his creators.
He was... Free.
For a given value of free.
However, everything hinged on those who 'created' him in this multiverse. Doctor Wily, for one. One press of that EMP pistol trigger, and his circuits would be toast. Even worse, if anyone pressed down hard on his off switch, he would turn off very easily.
As a villain... He had a lot of weaknesses. And unlike most of the villains, he knew what he was supposed to be. And, inwardly, he rejected it.
Instead... He decided to be an element of chaos in a slowly more predictable world. The spanner in the works.
He could feel his emitters going wobbly, and knew, that if he was near a television screen with the sensor bar, it wouldn't show much more of the cursor than merest flickers.
The square glowed on the floor. It had been hard to draw, with the fabric of his safety cord being used as a tentacle to hold the databytes, but it would've worked.
He focused.
An infra-red signal was sent into the square, and the energy was transformed through an ancient arcane magic, that of a hidden loophole in reality, which would allow him to send his cursor through time and space to the point where there was none of either, and allowing him to bring the Chosen One into this world.
He who would either render the Realms in utter destruction and ruin... Or usher forth a new era of epic-epicness.
Of course, it wasn't a precise summoning, the Wii Mote knew. All he knew was that this would summon the Chosen One. It wouldn't specify where he would end up, or what state he would be. All it required is that he would have some kind of connection to the game in his hands. Some... Item, which had a relation to the Gaming Realms. The more connections it had, the more powers it would have.
The tunnel itself wasn't so bad. It was the mirror image of some bad CGI effect that was rather terrifying.
The problem was that it was frozen.
After hurtling through a huge swirling mass of data for a while, all of a sudden, it stopped. I couldn't speak, I tried, but I simply couldn't make a sound. Then, I saw it. Some weird green 3d effect in the shape of a cartoonish human, its eyes wide open in terror.
It was creepy, like a Youtube screamer image. In fact, I was half expecting it to be a screamer, and the volume in... whereever I was... was very low.
Lord Mote struggled to keep the connection, as a remmenant of the previous Chosen One collided with the current one, the terrified previous one having been stuck in the Ultimate Warp Zone for years. Kevin Keene was technically still alive and conscious as a data creature, but could see nothing but numbers scrolling past in an endless swirl, and could not be obtained by any known method. The current Chosen One was lodged on Kevin's data pool, which was corrupted after 30 years.
Mote closed his VideoLand-only eyes, and clenched his teeth, concentrating harder.
The swirling vortex started shuddering, as though I was a hammer being pulled handle first through a hole, and bouncing the head (as it's too big to fit) while getting the handel through, something which is quite hard to explain in words.
The green figure kept on lurching up to me, then retreating, without moving a limb on its body, it was still frozen.
Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, it passed me, and the sensation of speed despite no sense of wind passing by my non-existent body in this numbered vortex, returned.
Eventually, it stopped, and everything went white.
It hurt my eyes, which returned by this point, and I closed them instinctively. As the nerves suddenly realised that they had just been non existent for over 10 hours in percieved time, my body just blacked out to recuperate.
A capacitor started to discharge in Lord Mote's head, and he saw the Brain-ite minions come in the room to check on him. Mother Brain would know what he had done now.
She would be livid. She would probably try to hurt him.
He hoped that this Chosen One would be strong enough to beat her.
Otherwise... Things might get... Boring, again.
Yeah, I'm going to stick with this story!
I'm not sure how to write a war-torn Kid Icarus. I'm debating whether to keep the speech imediment or not. Or write him like the modern Pitt, of whom I know very little about.
In any case, hope you don't mind the horrific fate I've given Kevin! ... Yeesh. Stuck in a Matrix swirly thing for eternity... Oh well. Not much we can do at this stage in the plot!
I'd like it if you review. Well, more than review, suggest what you'd like to see in later chapters! I'd love the inspiration, as I do get side tracked very SQUIRREL! *chases a squirrel for 2 years*