Hey guys! This chapter is pretty long compared to the last one, because I decided to combine two chapters together. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Chapter 2: The Invitations

"Rock! There's a letter for you!" Dr. Light yelled from the first floor.

MegaMan's systems activated on the sound of the doctor's voice.

Though he was a robot, he still needed sleep, and was upset to have been woken up.

"What?" he yelled.

"You have mail!"

"Ugh." Rock's head hurt. He had been having strange dreams. Or, things he thought were dreams. Could robots even have dreams? He would have to ask Dr. Light about it later.

Rock walked down the stairs and sat down for the breakfast that Roll was making. Dr. Light gave him the letter, but told him to read it after the meal.

"So, I smell Bacon." Rock said.

"Yup! Your favorite, I know!" chirped Roll.

"How many times have I thanked you for tastebuds and a sense of smell, Dr. Light?" asked Rock.

"Only about a million times." said Dr. Light with a chuckle. He opened up a newspaper and started reading the sports.

"Alright, breakfast is served!" said Roll as she laid out the plates.

After a delicious breakfast of waffles, bacon, and sausages, Rock was eager to open his letter. It had a strange looking seal; spherical, with a horizontal line and a vertical line crossing near the lower left.

He opened the letter took out a piece of parchment with very neat cursive writing.

"Read it aloud, Rock!" said Roll.

Rock read the letter aloud. *read chapter 1 to see what it said*

"Um, wow." Rock said. "Just… wow."

Dr. Light closed his eyes, deep in thought.

"Do you know anything about this, Dr. Light?" asked MegaMan.

"The Smash Brothers tournament. I never thought they would announce a fourth one, after what happened in the third." Dr. Light said.

"What happened in the third one?" asked Roll.

"Um, well…"

"It doesn't matter, does it?" said MegaMan. "If they thought there was going to be a problem, they wouldn't of announced this one."

"Are you implying..."Dr. Light started.

"Yes. I want to do this." said Rock.

"But, why?" asked Dr. Light.

The dream the MegaMan had last night seemed to be connected to what was said in the letter. He dreamed that he was fighting... someone. Or, something. It was small, yellow, and extremely fast. It seemed to have more powerful electricity capabilities than ElecMan. There was a huge crowd, also.

Something told him not to tell Dr. Light about it either, because if he did, the doctor would hammer him with questions that he didn't know the answer to. Going to this tournament might help him find those answers. But now, he needed to lie to his father's face.

"Um, I feel like a fighting tournament would be a great place to, uh, hone my skills as a hero." Rock said.

"But what if something happens here while you're away?" asked Roll.

"Blues and all the original Robot Masters can take care of it. And besides, Wily was put into that insane asylum, remember?" said Rock. "What do you think Dr. Light?"

"Hmm. I can't stop you from going. But you could be gone for a very long time." Dr. Light said. "I just want you to know that."

MegaMan looked from Dr. Light to Roll. She looked worried.

"Hey, I'll be okay. You know me, right?" he said to Roll.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you. You're my brother, and I care about you." she said.

"Dr. Light, are the fights on TV?" asked Rock.

"Um, yes. Why?" Dr. Light said.

"You should watch the fights I'm in. Then you can give me support. Spiritually, of course." said Rock.

He grabbed a pen and was just about to check off the "accept" box.

"Wait." Dr. Light said. "Once you check that off, there are no take-backs. Got it?"

"Affirmative." MegaMan said with a smile.

He checked it off.

Then five seconds later, to the surprise of everyone in the room, the letter burst into flames.

"Mail call for Mr. Pac-Man!"

"Leave it on the doorstep!" a voice called from inside the house.

"Um, okay." said the Mailman. He was disappointed, because he liked to deliver mail personally, and was also surprised that Pac-Man wouldn't come to the door.

"Pac, are you okay?" he said.

"Yes, I'm fine. Go away." said the voice.

"Well, there's a huge strawberry on your lawn that looks like it might rot if you don't eat it now."

Pac-Man ran out of the house almost as fast as Sonic would if he heard there had been a chilidog the size of a house on the other side of the planet.

"Where is it?" Pac-Man said when he got outside, taking a few moments to realize that he had been tricked.

"Dude, what's the problem?" asked the Mailman. "You have the same tone of voice whenever something is bothering you. It's been that way since high-school."

"You don't need to stick your nose into my business, Trevor." said Pac-Man. "Besides, I don't feel like talking about it."

"Come on, bro. You can tell me." Trevor said.

"No."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I don't want to."

"You'd better tell me."

"Well, too bad."

"I'm gonna keep pestering you until you tell me."

"Don't you have more deliveries to make?"

"As a matter of fact, no." replied Trevor. "You're the last person on my route. You know that."

If Pac-Man had hair, he would be pulling it out.

"Fine! I'll tell you! My girlfriend dumped me!" Pac-Man almost screamed. "You happy now?"

"Woah. Why?" asked Trevor.

"Why what?" Pac-Man uttered through gritted teeth.

"Why did Ms. Pac-Man dump you?" asked Trevor.

Pac-Man took a deep breath and kind of looked at the ground.

"I… don't really know. The only reason she gave me was that I "never try anything new". What the heck is that supposed to mean?" he said.

"Hmm. I think what she means is that you don't take risks." Trevor said. "You stick to what you know, and in some cases, that's fine. But you don't want to deal with the consequences if something goes wrong. And I actually kind of agree with her."

"What do you mean, 'I don't take risks'?" Pac-Man said. "I take plenty of risks. Do you know how many times I've saved this planet? More times than I can count! How can you say that I don't take risks?"

"When it comes to the lives of yourself and others, yes. You do take risks." Trevor said. "But in every other circumstance, when it doesn't matter if people will die, you just want to do things that you know will turn out well."

Pac-Man thought about this. He realized that it was true. He only took risks if lives were on the line.

"What do you think I should do about it then?" Pac-Man asked Trevor.

"Do you still love her?"

"With all my heart!"

"Then actually try something new! Step outside of your comfort zone!" said Trevor.

"How should I do that, may I ask?" asked Pac-Man.

Trevor was already thinking about that.

"I know!" he said. "You should compete in something!"

"I've already competed in something. Remember when I raced in the MarioKart Grand Prix?" asked Pac-Man. *see the arcade game MarioKart GX*

"You got knocked out in the first round." said Trevor.

"I still did it!" said Pac-Man.

"That still was a fairly long time ago. But I know you'll think of something!" Trevor said. "Well, see you tomorrow!"

"Yeah, see you." said Pac-Man. He picked up his mail and brought it into his house.

Most of it was junk mail, but one letter stuck out. He opened it up, and read it.

"This is it!" exclaimed Pac-Man.

He tore around his house, trying to find a pen to mark off the "accept" box to his invitation to the Super Smash Bros. Tournament. When he found one, he instantly checked it off.

Five seconds later, to his surprise, it burst into flames.

So, how was it? Again, please review, and keep reading when I update! See you next time! And before you ask, Trevor is OC.