Inspired by Smashtasm
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A/N
Starlll: No homework? On a Monday? I guess I'll get a head start on tomorrow's chapter, then! ...But you know what? An hour of Fallout 3 wouldn't hurt!
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Four and a Half hours later:
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Starlll: Man, that was GREAT! I'm so going to write a Fallout fanfic, someday... Other than Road to New Vegas...
Phy: Hey! (Snaps fingers) You have to write the next chapter!
Starlll: Right! Has it really been four and a half hours? I only got ONE level up, too! Okay, okay, chapter... chapter...
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Disclaimer: Still stands. Han Solo belongs to George Lucas. Haninator belongs to herself.
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"Snow won't fit this server at ALL!" Said Cherry, bouncing around Norfair a bit. There was lava everywhere, save the occasional hovering platform which they traveled across. Phy could almost feel the heat, radiating from his computer screen.
"Too bad it doesn't rain lava..." Agreed Phy. It was intended as a joke, but she actually considered it.
"ZOMG! I should totally make it rain lava!" She shouted, ready to work on the hack.
"Not right now... we're looking for someone." Heart pointed out, keeping his patience.
"Just sayin'... it'd be fun to work on!"
"Okay, ANYWAY," Said Phy, changing the subject. "Let's start searching the server. Sniper should be around here, somewhere..."
"I think it's pronounced 'SunnNN-One-PEE-three-urrrr'." Cherry replied, checking under a platform.
"That's because it's written in 'leet'." Heart said, referring to the ancient language used by skillful computer wizards, to enchant their programs. "I's turn into 1's... E's turn into 3's..."
"Why doesn't he just write it in English?" Now Cherry was hanging onto the edge of the stage, trying to get a better view under it.
"It IS English." Phy said. "Just a screwed-up version of it that makes some people want to poke their eyes out."
"Are you making fun of my master's name?" Phy turned around, to see the white Marth from earlier. SN1P3R called her Maeve, right? "Following him would be a bad idea..."
"What are you going to do?" Phy asked. He intended for it to be louder, but he was actually a bit scared...
"Nothing... yet." She said, stepping closer to him. She played as Marth, and Phy played as Ness, so he was barely half her height. "But look out... my master isn't the type to just LET you catch up to him... especially since he still has twenty-three hours left before he can log off."
"Where is he?" This time, it was Heart. He still had a level head, as if he wasn't afraid of getting hacked.
"Now, I can't just TELL you." Maeve smiled. "Though, just a hint..." She turned to face Phy, again. "A server just opened called 'The Harrison Ford fanclub'. I think you'll find something you'll like, there..." And she vanished. She didn't disconnect, though. It was like she had picked up a Cloaking Device (an item introduced in Melee, but taken out when they made Brawl. Some players started a petition, so Nintendo promised to include it in the MMO). Clearly a hack... still, not many hackers actually knew how to program items into other servers, with the effects directly onto the player.
They glanced around, a bit afraid that Maeve might pop up and attack. After a few minutes, Cherry finally asked:
"Harrison Ford fanclub? What's that mean? Does SunnNN-one-PEE-three-urrrr like Han Solo?"
"N-no..." Phy said. "Just somebody I know from a long time ago..."
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A bit later...
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"HARRISON FORD 4EVUR!" Shouted a random fangirl. They were in a custom-made stage, designed to look like Indiana Jones' whip.
"HARISON FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!" Shouted another.
"YOU SHALL ALL GIVE YOUR LIVES TO THE FORD!"
"...Phy?" Asked Cherry.
"Yes?"
"...I'm scared..."
"Me too..."
"Don't worry; we'll be fine." Said Heart, as a fangirl threw a bomb-omb at a player labeled 'Ikerulesall', knocking him off the stage. "...Yeah, fangirls are scary..."
"We just have to stay here for a little bit longer." Said Phy. "Until she shows up-"
"PHY?" It was a yellow Link. The name 'Haninator' hovered above her head. "Phy!"
"Han!" He called back. "Where have you been?"
"Trying to find you!"
Phy noticed someone enter onscreen. A dark Falco. SN1P3R. He stood still for a moment, and placed what looked like a black Gooey Bomb on the ground. He walked out, calmly.
"Stop him!" Phy shouted, over Haninator's shoulder. "He's a hacker-"
The bomb went off, and a series of gray flashes exploded out of it. The lighting of the stage began to strobe in different shades of whites and black. People's voices came out in bursts, lagging, or not at all. Suddenly, a player force-quited.
"DISCONNECT!" Phy shouted. "HURRY!"
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Server has crashed
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Author's Notes:
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Starlll: Ooh, cliffhanger! Okay, guys, I should probably explain something that a reviewer mentioned, the other day. He said that it wasn't really such a bad thing to get your account hacked, because you don't really lose anything. That Smash Bros is all about skill, and your account doesn't depend on skill.
Phy: Technically, he's right.
Starlll: (Nods) While it's not like losing your account means that you lose your skill, you DO lose a lot. All of your Smash Tokens, your stickers, your trophies, your Win/Loss record, your friend list... really, while it's not like you lose any actual 'talent', you still do lose hours and hours of work. Plus, you can't make a new account as easily, because you'll need to make a new email address for it, and screen name... plus, it feels kind of bad, knowing that you probably won't see the friends you made online again.
Phy: Really, it's a bad thing.
Starlll: So, click that review button! Really, guys, reviews are always nice! They might even be able to cure cancer, if we get enough! We'll never know unless we try...