A/N Hello beautiful people! I know I've disappeared off of the face of for like a week now and I'M SORRY! And this chapter is also quite the embarrassment. I'M SORRY! Again. So this chapter is illegally short. I apologize.
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Marth was usually quite the happy lad. He wasn't a bubbly ball of joy, nor was he a negative, sad freak, like Red. Not that Red was a freak. Nope. Cause Red's a boss. Anyways. Marth wasn't exactly in the most optimistic mood at the moment. He had been ruling his kingdom for a while now, and he loved the feeling of power, and he loved Altea. Usually.
He was a man of adventure, of amusement, of fun. And plainly said, Altea offered none of those. Well, years ago it did. Now those were the years Marth loved. The adventure he felt when he went to save his beloved Caeda, when he defeated the dark dragon. Fresh off the rush of those adventures, he was invited to join a franchise called Super Smash Bros, and from then on, his life went up. He met heroes from places he had never heard of, beasts that were ridiculously ugly *cough Ganon cough* and he got to fight them all and show off his skills. And if he did say so himself, he had quite a lot of that.
Not only that, but Marth made friends. Real friends. He wouldn't call himself a social reject, but his stunning good looks often drove people from Altea away from him. Marth reckoned that they were intimidated by his beautiful blue locks, or his lean muscular frame and they couldn't stand to be next to such a stunning man. That was the only explanation as to why they would catch sight of him and then run away giggling. Right? Yea, Prince Marth Lowell of Altea was just a little bit vain. And by a little bit, I mean he was vain. Very vain. He was so vain that in the middle of battle he would often check his reflection on his sword. He was so vain that when he discovered the beautiful concept that is hairspray, he demanded that Nintendo bought a whole crate for him to bring back to Altea when Melee was over. They had, of course, refused, which caused Marth to throw quite the tantrum and leap on one of the security guards. It hadn't exactly been one of his brightest moments…
Anyways, once he had arrived at the Melee arena he expected everyone to run away from him giggling too. But that didn't happen. Instead a boy in green had approached him and laughed, full on laughed, as he pointed out how much he looked like a girl. A girl. How did the perfection that was Marth Lowell look remotely like a girl?! Once the initial fury had worn off, Marth laughed too, and for the first time ever he felt like he belonged. Oh goodness, Marth's monologue sure is cheesy.
"My beloved Prince, you have a visitor!" a voice declared from his doorway. Groaning over dramatically, Marth stayed where he was and shook out a lazy hand.
"Send them in if they're not a serial killer. Honestly I don't care." He said lazily.
"Uh-okay? Ehem. Now presenting MASTER HAND UNBEATABLE BOSS OF SUPER SMASH BROS MELEE!" the unfortunate steward who had to deal with the bratty Marth stated loudly.
Marth stopped staring at his reflection in his favourite mirror as he whipped around, the familiar name still loud in his ears. He stared in shock as the giant hand floated into his room like he owned the place, gaping as it patted the steward on the head.
"Very good introduction! I like you." Master Hand stated lovingly to the steward, who looked like he was about to faint-from fear or the shock of being addressed by a floating hand, Marth did not know.
"M-Master Hand what are you doing here?" Marth asked, still in a state of shock.
"It's the She-Man! Good to see you again!" Master Hand bellowed jubilantly. He was in quite the good mood. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Ganon had successfully retrieved Red without blowing all of Pokémon Land up.
Marth scowled at the nickname. "Once again, you preposterous fool, I am obviously a man and I certainly do not look remotely like a girl. Other than the fact that I am so beautiful it should be illegal; now I can't do anything about that, fate has been kind to me and I'm sorry to say I can't say the same about-" Marth started his rant, only to be cut off by the still joyous Master Hand.
"Nonsense! Anyways, I am here to tell you that you, Prince Marth of Altea, have been invited to join Nintendo's newest franchise, run by me of course, SUPER SMASH BROS BRAAAWL." Master Hand finished dramatically, staring at Marth in expectation.
"Wh-What? You're serious? So that means I can finally use hairspray again? I heard Aussie had a new water proof spray, but I thought that had been too good to be true! You know, you can never trust the marketplaces of Altea! Can you believe that no one here has even heard of mousse? I know. How is that even legal…" Marth started to say excitedly, his eyes gleaming at the prospect of more chemicals to add to his hair.
Master Hand's rare good mood had vanished quite quickly. One could only stand talk about hair products for so long.
"The portals in front of the castle. Be at the arena by dawn." Master Hand stated, before laughing his signature deep laugh for no particular reason and disappearing, leaving Marth to keep up his mindless talk about hair products to himself.
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