In this world there are many places that honored heroes and average joes call home. From the small comforts of a modest house to the many replicas of castles that originate in each world, every fighter and non-fighter in the Smashlands have a place of rest. However, not every fighter wants a house, and on that same note, not every newcomer has been graced with one. This is where the Smash Hotel comes in. Anyway, Marcus was still standing at the entrance even after Link had essentially dropped him off. He took a deep breath before looking at his surroundings. "Is this the right place?" He pondered. He looked at the sign clearly written Smash Hotel. Marcus sighed. He was definitely in the right place. Marcus checked to see if he had everything. Sword? Yup. Sheath? Still here. Him? Shaken, but alive. Sighing once more he slowly stepped inside. The entrance was classy. I would say more, but sometimes, even the most amazing things can be described by only one word.
Regardless, Marcus went over to the check in table to find a sleepy yet energetic Toad employee waiting to greet him. "Good evening, sir!" The Toad cried. Marcus looked carefully at the Toad before replying. "Right. Um, do you maybe know if I can get a room?" The Toad looked closely at the figure before him before asking "This might be funny, but you look familiar." Marcus wasn't sure what he meant, but kept quiet. The Toad continued his thoughts before his mind returned to his work. "Sorry sir, you just look familiar. Anywho, can I get the name for the room?" Marcus replied his name. The Toad simply typed it out while scratching its chin. "Ah. I see you've been booked by Mario. Room N-64." The Toad said. Marcus looked at him with a smile while gently taking the room key. However, just as Marcus was leaving the entrance area, the Toad spoke to him. "You look so gosh darn familiar. Anyway, I was contacted early by Mario. He seems to care about you." There was a pause before he continued. "Now, I don't normally do this, but, take my information. Call me if you get into a scrape, son." Marcus looked at the paper he was given and read it carefully. Marcus gave a smile and said "Thanks, um, Mr-Mr. Toadsly."
Marcus walked to his room. It was a peaceful walk. The lights were a bit dim, but only because the sun was down. He found his room and slid the key to unlock it. He opened it ant started to walk in before he realized his sword wasn't going to fit. Naturally, he fell down in an awkward position. Fortunately, he had accidentally alerted the room across from him. Just as he was getting up he heard a new voice from behind. "Need any help?" Marcus looked around and saw someone who looked like a cross between a kid and a squid thing. Marcus quickly tried to apologize as the newcomer helped him out. "Sorry about all this, I-I-I just forgot about my sword." Marcus said. The newcomer just laughed quietly and introduced herself. "My name's Orange. I'm an inkling. I'm here for my tryouts." Marcus looked around before saying "Marcus. I'm here cause-" Orange interrupted "Tryouts too, huh? I'll see ya around.". Marcus blushed as she turned around and walked back into her room. He collected himself and walked inside his own room.
He turned on the lights and proceeded to look around. This was one heck of a room. He took off his sheath with his sword inside and dropped it on the ground. He walked towards the bed, examining some interesting surprises he received. On this bed were some newly made clothes, some pajamas, bathroom supplies, and a note. Marcus read the note:
Dear Marcus, I made some clothes for you.
I didn't take measurements,
but I did the best to my ability.
Princess Toadstool,
Peach
Marcus smiled. It certainly felt nice to be noticed. He tried on the pajamas. They were a little big, but at least they were comfy. He looked around the room with a glint in his eye. He smiled as he turned the lights off. Sleep. Sleep dear boy, for your destiny awaits.