Disclaimer: I don't own anything Super Smash Brothers related. Just a fan of the franchise.

Okay, I'm a bit nervous about this. I hope I don't screw this up!

It was a dark and stormy night the day the "Chosen Few" as Ike had dubbed them sarcastically, was expected to arrive and the Smashers were beginning to grow anxious, if not downright annoyed.

"Wow," Sonic grumbled, staring out the window in the kitchen. He was there with Ganondorf, Zelda, Lucario, Samus and Link. All of them, with the exception of Lucario and Samus were doing the dishes. The Bounty Huntress and the Pokemon were instead just keeping the rest of them company. "It's a dark and stormy night. Seriously, if this were a story, then the author would suck with this big, fat cliche. I mean, come on!"

"I like the rain. I find it soothing to listen to," Lucario commented quietly.

"Are we really talking about the weather?" Samus cut in, impatiently. "Are we really not going to talk about the fact that tomorrow our lives are gonna suck even more?"

"I think you all are being drama queens about this. How bad can it be? I'm sure these people will be normal," Zelda said, trying hard to be optimistic. She felt like she was having this conversation for the umpteenth time.

"Zelda's right. We have to give these people a chance. If I can tolerate living with Ganondorf, then I can handle living with these people," Link said. Ganondorf scowled at Link but said nothing. Everybody was too tired to get into an argument. This past week, the Smashers had been hard at work scrubbing the Mansion until it was spotlessly clean in an effort to help the guests.

"I feel like we have gone over this too many times to even count," Sonic yawned. "It's going to happen either way. We can't prevent them from coming here."

"Unless we made their lives miserable while they were here," Ganondorf said thoughtfully. He picked up a pot and began to scrub it. "If we make it known that we are not welcoming them then they may take an early leave."

"That's a stupid idea," Link snarled. "It's counterproductive, first of all. The point of this is to make people want to come. If nobody wants to come then we can kiss our jobs goodbye."

Zelda looked convinced by Link's statement but Sonic and Samus seemed to be taking the Gerudo's words in thoughtfully. Lucario, on the other hand seemed indifferent to the whole situation. He had very little to say on the matter. The humans would most likely not want to talk to him, and he was content with that. The topic of The Chosen Few had little effect on him.

"Excuse me?" A young man with shaggy brown hair and green eyes asked. He seemed to be around the age of 23. "My name is Sean Whitefield. I was wondering if this is the right place for the pick up spot for The Smasher's Mansion."

The woman he was addressing at Nintendo International Airport was standing behind an information counter. She did not even look up. "You think you're the first one to show up wanting to sneak in? Well you're not."

"But I uh..." The man began awkwardly. He was wearing glasses with thick, black frames that seemed to constantly slide down the bridge of his nose.

The woman cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. Get lost!"

The man stood there for a few moments as if unsure of what to do then turned around and looking beyond confused, left the counter. A couple of moments later the woman was interrupted again.

"Is this the right place for the plane that's leaving for Smash Mansion?"

The woman this time looked up, annoyed but saw nobody. "What the...?" she said to herself.

"I'm down here!" the voice chirped in a girlish voice. The woman peered over the counter and saw a little girl who seemed to be around 10 years old. Her huge blue eyes held a look that suggested she'd had a bit too much sugar.

"Oh, well aren't you adorable!" the woman cooed. "Are you lost, honey? Where are your parents? What's your name?"

The little girl's excited demeanor seemed to vanish slightly, with the woman's words. She did not seem to like the intruding questions as much as the fact that the woman was acting like she was a baby. "My name is Cammy and I'm not lost if this is the flight where I'm supposed to go to Smash Mansion." The lady behind the desk noticed that she did not mention her parents which raised her suspicions.

"Do your parents know you're here?" she persisted.

Cammy tugged at one of her springy, light brown pigtails and turned around, looking at the crowd. "My parents are here. I'm trying to look for them... Ah, there they are!" She pointed to a middle aged man and a short, young woman who were standing about fifty feet away.

The woman looked reassured. "Okay. May I see your ticket then? I can redirect you to the right gate if you're lost." Cammy gave her a golden ticket and the woman smiled. "You are definitely in the right place! I hope you have lots of fun at the Mansion, dear!"

Cammy flashed a smile back sweetly, though they did not meet the irritation she was feeling at still being addressed like a child. She hopped away. She noticed that information lady was still watching her so she skipped over to the man and woman that she'd pointed out to be her parents. In truth, she'd never seen these two people in her life, but now she studied them like they really were her parents. The first thing she noticed was that they were definitely not married.

The woman was too young to be involved with the man, first of all. She seemed to be around 24 years old, whereas the man seemed to be in his mid thirties. The woman had the brightest green eyes Cammy had ever seen and black hair and although she seemed pretty to Cammy she also seemed a little annoyed at the middle aged guy who was talking to her.

"My job is really boring. So's my life really, as you can probably tell already." the man said. "Where did you say you were from again?" he asked.

"I didn't," the woman responded icily.

"Oh... Alright then," the man responded. He seemed unperturbed by her behavior. Instead he focused his attention on Cammy suddenly and asked, "Are you lost, kid?"

Cammy was tired of this question. "No, not really," she responded. She held up her golden ticket and the man seemed to understand at once.

"Yes, I got one too. But... You're kind of young, aren't you?" he blurted. Cammy scowled.

"Just because I'm a little girl doesn't mean I can't take care of myself!"

The man studied her for a moment then shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you say," he said. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "It seems like I'll be seeing a lot of you this year then. Might as well get these awkward introductions out of the way," he chuckled, though Cammy didn't know why. Neither, it seemed, did the woman. "I'm Joeb Jangles."

Cammy seemed to brighten at his careless attitude. It was refreshing that he wasn't treating her like a child anymore. "I'm Camelia Echobli. But everyone calls me Cammy."

"I'd say it was nice to meet you, but I barely know you so I can't say for sure," Joeb responded. Cammy decided that she liked Joeb at once, though he seemed a bit odd. "And you are...?" he addressed the woman who had been following the conversation but showed no signs of wanting to join it.

She looked startled at being addressed. Then she collected herself and responded, "Elizebeth Rivers." she did not offer any more information. Joeb did not press for details.

Cammy, who felt intimidated by the woman's icy demeanor followed suit, though she did say cheerily, "It's nice to meet you, Elizebeth." Elizebeth's eyes seemed to soften a little at Cammy's attitude, but she did not say anything.

At that moment a cool, feminine voice echoed through the terminal. "Gate 23 is now open for flight 223 to board. Destination, Smash Mansion. All passengers should have their tickets ready upon boarding. All passengers are requested to leave their luggage at the gate, as they will be transported in a separate flight. Thank you."

A line began to form. There seemed to be more than fifty people in line, but it soon became evident that many of these people did not have a golden ticket and were promptly thrown out. Among the first to board was a girl around 15 years old with long, beautiful golden hair. She was wearing an extremely short blue dress with a belt that seemed to be made of diamonds wrapped around her waist. Knee high lace up leather boots adorned her feet and she wore white fingerless gloves that stretched up to her elbow. The way she carried herself and her mannerisms suggested that she was, at the very least, of noble birth. "Oh Rubarity, it would be amazing if I got to meet Link," she sighed to herself. A boy who was standing behind her snickered.

"You can't be serious. Of course all the girls here are going to hit on either Link, Marth or Ike. Typical," he said in a disgusted tone. The girl whirled around, her blonde hair whipping around her face to see who had talked. Her eyes narrowed in on a short, tanned boy behind her who was about 14 years of age. He was dressed in athletic clothes, and his jet black hair was so messy that the girl couldn't help wondering whether he'd kept it that on purpose.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "I do not recall asking you to eavesdrop on me."

"The point of eavesdropping is that the person who eavesdrops on you does not wait for permission," he said, giving off the air of a highly intelligent person. "I'm Brandon. Brandan Barajas. And who are you?"

The girl drew herself up, and stuck her chin out, looking as regal as possible. "I am Princess Dreygon of the Kingdom Tepper."

"You're a princess?" Brandon said in a shocked tone. "No way!"

The girl smirked, obviously pleased that he was surprised. "I am not only princess of Tepper, I also rule it."

Brandon's hazel eyes showed a look of even more surprise. But a second later the look had vanished. "So what?" he asked casually. "Doesn't make you better than me."

"I never said I was," Drey shot back. "You, however, assumed that you were better than me."

Brandon was about to open his mouth to argue back, when a quiet voice cut in. "Excuse me, but you're holding up the line."

Drey and Brandon turned around to see who had spoken, for they thought nobody was listening in on their conversation. A girl of about 19 years old, with a book tucked underneath her arm was looking at both of them. People were starting to cut in front of them into the plane. They all hastily began to walk together down the walkway. Drey and Brandon studied her. She did not seem irritated, despite what she'd said. She had pin straight violet hair that faded into a soft lavender color at the tips and ended at her shoulders. Drey was about to ask whether she'd dyed it or not, but upon further inspection, the girl seemed strange overall so it did not seem likely. What unsettled Drey the most about this girl was not the hair. It was her eyes. The irises were a deep shade of crimson, and the whites of her eyes were actually a yellowish color.

Drey shifted her gaze to Brandon to see if he was as startled as she was by this strange girl's appearance, but Brandon's expression was almost curious.

"You are nervous by my appearance?" the strange girl asked Drey. "Don't worry, I get that a lot..."

"You're Lynn, aren't you?" Brandon asked the purple haired girl. He was taking in the way her violet dress seemed to sway even though there was no wind, and he seemed especially interested in the red, pearl necklace she wore as though it confirmed his suspicions.

Now it was her turn to look surprised. "Yes, Lynn Dawn... But how did you...?"

"Your name was in the papers! You're like something of a miracle... The only known Pokemorph that ever survived. I read about you for my science project. Your parents are famous for that, you know? Well, they always were even before that, but they are even more now," Brandon hastily corrected.

"Excuse me, but what is a Pokemorph?" Drey asked, puzzled.

"I am, quite simply, fused with a Pokemon," Lynn answered. "I share the same type of powers, not to mention characteristics of the Pokemon that I morphed with..." Lynn answered as they all took their seats on the plane. Brandon sat next to the window, while Drey sat on the aisle seat. Lynn was left to take the aisle seat next to a very tall boy with shockingly white hair.

"So, let me guess, you're morphed with Misdreavus or Mismagius?" he asked, listening in on the conversation. Then, noting their curious looks he introduced himself. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to butt in. I'm Jeka Haret."

There was no other word for it, Jeka looked... Well, cool. He had on a blue jacket and a white shirt underneath, with red pants. He seemed very confident and outgoing and exuded an air of friendliness.

"Hi Jeka," everybody around said in unison.

Lynn added, "Yes, to answer your question, I am morphed with a Mismagius."

"Well, that's actually kind of cool," he said. He smirked a little, running a hand through his snow white hair.

"Is that hair real?" Drey asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Do you think it's real?" Jeka asked.

"Nope," Drey answered honestly.

Jeka smirked even more. "Now I wish that I'd thrown in a bet for this, 'cause this hair is 100% real." But he wasn't the only one who had unnatural hued hair.

Directly behind Jeka sat Elizebeth Rivers who once again was irritated by the person she'd sat next to. The girl had extremely long magenta hair that stood out from her tanned skin. She kept petting it nervously. "Could you stop doing that?" she scowled.

The girl fixed her sky blue eyes on Elizebeth but did not say anything. She did, however stop petting her hair and instead began to work it up in a great big bun.

Elizebeth couldn't help herself. "How long is that hair of yours anyway?"

The girl solemnly replied, "It's been awhile since I cut it... It's up to my ankles..."

"Wow, looks like I met a Rapunzel," Elizebeth muttered to herself.

"Excuse me? My name is not Rapunzel," the girl said, confused. "I go by Rio Johansen Angelo."

"I didn't say you were Rapunzel... Just that you're kind of like her," Elizebeth responded. She felt embarrassed that the girl did not take to her little joke.

"I don't understand." Rio readjusted her tank top and the white hoodie she wore over it to cover her curves up a little.

"Oh you know," Elizebeth snapped. "Rapunzel, from the fairytale. She lets down her hair from a high tower, and a prince climbs up it and falls in love with her and rescues her and they live happily ever after?"

"A prince?" Rio's eyes lit up. "You think I am Rapunzel? What is the prince's name in this fairytale? Ike? Ike isn't a prince though..."

Elizebeth slapped her forehead with her hand. "No, I was just kidding. Because you both have long hair. And who said anything about Ike?"

Rio blushed. "Nothing," she responded quickly. She wished her sister was sitting next to her instead of this Elizebeth. The woman next to her seemed very cold, and Rio found it a lot easier to converse with her sister, Dark. An awkward silence fell over them that was punctured by a loud laugh coming from across them.

"...And so I told that sucker that Chuck Norris always comes first when it comes to mail delivery, and I biked away like hell!" a boy of about 15 years of age finished telling the girl next to him, though the girl was laughing so hard, he wondered if she'd heard the last part of his humorous story. He was pale, with black eyes and black hair that was sticking out of a blue ball cap that he wore. Across his lap, he held a bug net. An easy smile had settled across his face. "So, tell me about that feather of yours. Bet that's a story worth hearing."

The girl's laughter faded away. She casually reached up to touch the white feather that he was talking about, for it was tucked behind her ear. "Not really," she admitted. She turned her chocolate brown eyes away from the boy to stare out the window. "Just a gift from my brother is all."

"He seems to be pretty special to you then," the boy probed.

"As special as a brother gets," the girl responded shortly. He was more curious now that he could tell that she didn't want to talk about her brother, but he speculated that now was not the time to press for details. He found her easy to talk to, and he didn't want to spoil that by forcing her to respond to something she so clearly did not want to talk about. Right as he'd made this decision, she turned around to face him again and tucked her shoulder-length black hair behind an ear and said with a smile, "Sorry. I know you're a mail delivery assistant as Crossington but I don't even know your name."

"That's my fault, I didn't say it," he responded. "I'm Zack Taran. I've been living on this planet for 15 years, favorite colors are black and blue, I love Italian food, though I will never say no to a good to honest hamburger. My blood type is..."

"Okay, okay! I just asked for a name!" the girl laughed. "I suppose I haven't really introduced myself either. I'm Riina Silver. I am 16, I have a lot of favorite colors and I like eating anything," she said. She suddenly smirked and added, "Though I wouldn't say no to a good to honest hamburger. Aaand I'm an O negative," she finished, eliciting a chuckle from Zack.

"Riiiiiiina," Zack said drawing out her name. "Too bad. I'm an AB, you know."

"Yeah, that's my real name, but I prefer everyone to call me Ri. Riina sounds stupid," she explained.

"So I'll call you Riina then," Zack decided in a tone of finality.

"No! I like Ri!" Ri protested.

Zack chuckled and held up his hands in defense, "Okay, okay. Ri it is."

She smiled in satisfaction.

"Are you two done flirting?" a voice behind them asked. "Some of us are trying to get some sleep!"

"Yeah, my bedtime's at 9 PM, you know!" a little girl exclaimed.

Zack and Ri turned around, embarrassed and also curious to see who had spoken and spotted Cammy and Joeb. Cammy had a blanket wrapped around her. She seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep. Joeb was peering out the window. "Darn, I think we already took off, and I didn't even realize it. How long do you think we've been airborne and how long's this flight again?"

"I wouldn't know," Ri mumbled. She twisted back into her seat again, suddenly anxious to not be a part of this conversation.

"The flight should take about an hour," Zack responded. "Sorry to bother you. I'm Zack, and this is Ri,"

"Yeah, we know. We were sitting behind you," Cammy responded sassily. "I'm Cammy and this is Joeb."

Zack grinned condescendingly. "Well aren't you smart for a six year old?"

"I'm ten!" Cammy shouted. Everybody on the flight grumbled at her to shut up and she immediately quieted down. "I'm ten," she repeated, but in a whisper this time.

"Yeah? Well where are your parents then, kid?"

Cammy was struggling to not yell again and to remain pleasant, but she was having a really rough time of it. "My name isn't, "Kid" it's Cammy. And they let me come by myself," she added.

"You're a big girl," Zack teased.

"Oh, leave her alone," Joeb responded carelessly. Zack opened his mouth, perhaps to make a nasty remark about how a 36 year old was sitting next to a 10 year old but thought the better of it. Instead he slid down to his seat.

The rest of the flight was pretty much uneventful as the fans began to get to know each other, or in Elizebeth and Rio's case, avoiding getting to know each other. Others slept, or peered out the window. Before everyone knew it, the plane had landed as smoothly as it had taken off and it was only when the flight attendant had announced their arrival that they realized they'd finally arrived in their destination and began filing out of the plane

"I can't believe we're finally here," Sean Whitefield, said in awe.

"Me either," Drey responded breathlessly. There were murmurs of agreement. They all stared at the Mansion's silouette through their windows. It loomed ahead in the darkness, silently and rather ominously as well, in Lynn's opinion. She felt a mixture of excitement and dread coursing through her veins, though she could not explain why.

Wordlessly, they began to depart for their final destination, not knowing that amongst them was a person who was about to make their dream vacation an utter nightmare.

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Sorry, this chapter was a bit slow, but I needed to familiarize myself with the OC's, not to mention I thought it'd be better if all of you were familiar with the other OCs. I hope you guys thought I did okay with them. If there was anything you didn't like about the chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me. The next chapter will be when the Smashers and the fans finally meet so stay tuned!