Every new day brought with it both new challenges and opportunities to face. With a bright morning sun, the Miis making progress with their personal attractions and battlefield's, and himself on track with his management of everything asked of him, Master Hand was in a perfect mood to work. With his morning stretch out of the way, he was anxious to get back to the grind, and help his people out.

Fortunately, his associate Bentley was in his work office, and in need of assistance. He didn't look as anxious as last time, although the large stack of paper did indicate a big workload for the two of them.

"Good morning Master Hand, I hope everything's well with you. Apologies for calling so early, I don't want to bother you, but I need to sort out these ideas me and the rest of the crew have come up with."

A gentle thud was heard as the stack found itself on the God of Order's desk.

"Nonsense Bentley, I'm happy to help in any way I can. Any time you need it, I will be there for you." Master Hand slid a few papers across his desk to view them, "I'd just prefer it if your future requests didn't double as surprise wake-up calls."

Bentley's business-like composure softened as he brushed his hair back, looking a bit sheepish.

"Ah… of course, Sir, my mistake. It's just that, well, I was anxious to get these ideas to you. All of us had spent the entire night brainstorming, and we came up with so much that we… well… I just couldn't wait any longer, Mast-Sir!"

Master Hand paused,

"Erm… all night? As in, you haven't had any sleep?"

"None whatsoever, Sir. None of us have felt like sleeping much at all recently."

"So… when the last time you got any sleep?"

"What day is it?"

"…"

"…"

"Bentley…"

"I know what you're going to say, Sir, but between the coffee and the excitement of making our own attractions, none of us could help ourselves. There was a lot of debating between us about ideas, and we came up with five whole attractions over the last…"

Bentley closed his eyes trying to think, "Three… two…? No, no... one day, that's all."

Master Hand shrugged, "Bentley, I understand that all of you are anxious to keep working now that most of the current rides are almost complete, but I don't want you risking your health for the sake of the attractions."

Bentley nodded calmly, "I understand that Master Hand, but it wasn't just for the attractions. We genuinely enjoyed coming up with different ideas."

Master Hand gave a curious gesture at this, "Oh?"

"Mmhmm." The Mii in blue nodded, "We argued a lot, but we also managed to enjoy ourselves more this time. We actually… well… n-never mind, it's silly, let's move on-"

"Nonono, go on! You've got me curious now." The immortal being stated honestly.

"Well, we were discussing things, and some of our latest ideas for one ride in particular started to come about through… field testing, so to speak." Bentley dug through the papers on Master Hand's desk, taking out a particular sheet with a sketch of a sword on it, "We actually came up with the idea of four guests teaming up like with the 'Mario Runners' ride, but actually fighting creatures similar to what Link has done over the years.

Some of these, we became somewhat attached to through implementation. See, four of us, as a reference to some of Link's adventures, would all team up and fight against enemies who would attack us. In this case the 'enemies' were the rest of our group and…"

Master Hand listened intently as Bentley went on, interested in his enthusiasm. It was nice to see the Mii actually enjoying himself, despite his efforts to remain composed at all times. Apparently four of them had used some leftover building supplies to create wooden swords, while the rest pretended to be enemies who were 'defeated' after being bumped by the swords several times. Master Hand was fairly interested in the idea by the end of Bentley's thought process, and he had barely looked at the notes he was provided.

"…and even though we rotated every time someone lost each round, I hardly ever got knocked out. Unbelievable, right? I… I…" Bentley suddenly looked distressed, "I shouldn't have been rambling Sir, I'm sorry. You should have stopped me-better yet, I should have stopped myself! I'll get right down to business, and then-"

Master Hand held himself up to stop the Mii, "No need, I think this sounds wonderful. Go for it."

"Hm?" Instead of running out of his office in joy, Bentley was puzzled, "But… but Ma-Sir, I barely went over the fine details. Shouldn't you look into those before we start building the attraction?"

"Oh no, on the contrary, this time I want you to start working on the general premises of it, and then focus on the little details later. Check how much room you'll need, erect some buildings, coordinate with others on landscape changes, that sort of thing. I want to worry about minor changes later on."

"Well… that's all great, Sir, but… shouldn't you look at my notes to get a good idea of the different possibilities there are?"

"Perhaps I should, but to be honest, I think your experience tells me that you should go with… well, the version you and the others enjoyed so much."

Bentley gave Master Hand an incredulous look, which he figuratively waved off,

"I know the idea sounds simple enough, but not everything needs to be complicated and elaborately designed to be fun. Not to mention just how much enthusiasm you showed when you field tested your idea with all of the others. That's one of the few times I've seen you smile since we began working together! If you found it that enjoyable, than it's a safe bet that, with some refinement, it'll find an audience in no time!"

Bentley adopted a face of understanding as he heard Master Hand out and pondered the idea. "Well… the other Miis certainly had a… an enjoyable time, and since we want to make sure to entertain everyone as best as we can…" Bentley nodded to himself, "Alright Sir, I'll bring it up with the others, and we'll get to work right away. As for some of the other thoughts we had in mind…" Bentley looked down at the papers on Master Hand's desk.

"Go on, go on, we'll decide on those later after I look them over. For now, just work out a rough idea of what you all have in mind and get that up while I do my own work."

The Mii nodded, and about-faced to walk out of the room, but not before saying one last thing to Master Hand, "So you know, Sir, I do smile here and there," He stated, "I just don't usually have this much fun at work." With a grin on his face, the Mii left Master Hand feeling satisfied, and with a hearty work load to fill up his day.

Looking through all of the sheets that Bentley had left him, while the legibility varied, the amount of details packed onto each paper was definitely something else. Master Hand could see why his help was needed, due to the sheer number of ideas before him. Getting it all into one ride, with more to create and build, simply wouldn't be feasible. He would work with the entire group to trim these down to as few as possible-and just deciding on a single name may prove difficult, if only because the options for that took up both sides of three pages!

As for the attraction itself, Master Hand would fully admit that just jumping into a project like this might not seem like the best idea at first glance. Contrarily, constantly pondering over choices made eventually led to wasted time and frustration, something he knew firsthand (pun unintended).

Sometimes throwing caution to the wind was all you could do… and while he also had experience of that blowing up in his nonexistent face, both literally and figuratively, he had gotten better at judging whether or not something was a safe bet.

In the case of Bentley's Zelda attraction, like every other it was something meant to draw attention, and give people a good time. Given the general experience of him and the other workers, this definitely seemed like something that had a good shot at working out. He would oversee production to make any changes, if necessary, but wasn't worried much about that.

For now, he had other matters to worry about, such as his own attraction planned for Samus, the other rides for fighters, and of course, his own letter creation.

With the final thought in mind, and an hour of overviewing ideas, Master Hand decided that he would streamline the idea list the Miis had given him for their next project, and then work on his next letter, before looking at the ride that was below all sheets related to Zelda.

And since this one was Pokemon themed, this gave Master Hand the idea to work on a letter for everyone's favorite electric mouse, Pikachu.

The ease that Master Hand decided on this showed his own personal thoughts on the creature, specifically how easy Master Hand found it to understand Pikachu, and his lack of concern on how to write the next letter.

Pokemon in general are more-or-less held up as equals to humans, smart enough to communicate or aid them, but typically lacking the general knowledge or skills to build complex societies in their worlds. When it came to living in their natural habitats, they functioned mainly like animals of other worlds with a few exceptions, yet still garnered plenty of respect from the general populace in their own world. The sentiment was shared here as well, with Master Hand having a good understanding of how the visiting Pokemon functioned, fighters or otherwise.

In the case of Pikachu, it was a fairly simple creature that got along with most, and hasn't raised any concerns for Master Hand over the years. It fought, played around, enjoyed the company of others, and Master Hand was pleased as could be with how easygoing he was with others, showing how well it could present itself in others, thanks to the healthy bond Pikachu had with his trainer, and people in general. Any strain caused by his… personality quirks were never major and hardly lasted long at all, and he had matured over the years as an intelligent being.

This time around would be more easygoing for Master Hand. While he was always happy to write to any fighter, he would be making this letter without much of the usual stress he put on himself before.

And with more than enough anxiety to push him towards hard work, he was happy to offset any that he could.

Dear Pikachu, the Electric Mouse Pokemon,

When you first started out as the partner to your trainer, your relationship was… strained to say the least. Each of you had trouble seeing eye to eye with the other at first, taking time to find a medium through which you could get along.

The common grounds in question were battles.

Through the training and fighting, the two of you were able to see eye-to-eye, and despite the occasional strife between both of you, you were able to accept your differences and move past them, especially under more dire circumstances.

This is something I bring up to reflect your own experiences in the tournament.

I recall your first entry into the Tournament with you being seen as a harmless, yet consistent troublemaker. You always caused trouble, aggravated people, but it never got out of hand. While this perpetuated, you managed to get close with those you fought, and gradually, the teasing became friendlier with the other fighters, as you have.

By the time the next Tournament had come around, I was concerned about your demeanor, and you were kind enough to dash away those worries quickly. You continued to build up your friendships with those around you, and the teasing remained, but with an equal amount of kindness to balance it out. While you gave the new entries a particularly hard time, you also warmed up to them all the same.

The previous Tournament played much more differently. We were invaded, and you were among the many who need to be rescued and take up the fight with the others. Here, not only did you prove to everyone how far you were willing to go to fight for them, you also showed how good a friend you are, even when you were a big tease to them. Thanks to your closeness with all of the veterans, and willingness to be both kind and casual to newcomers, you were not only valuable as an ally in combat, but as a friend to rely on.

Through the years, you have become one of many important parts of what makes this tournament so lively and full of energy. Your spirit, your kindness, and your willingness to be yourself around others help make the Tournament grounds feel like home to fighters old and new alike.

With these contributions in mind, I would like to formally invite you to the latest Super Smash Bros. Tournament. You will be a welcome addition once more, and will help ensure good times for all.

Sincerely, Master Hand,

P.S.- Go easy on new members, please.

"…and, that's about it, Pikachu. Apparently, there's another page here, where you check off whether you want to join or not." Red stated after reading the letter to his partner. "Well, what do you want to do, partner? Up for heading back to see the others?"

"…Pi…" Pikachu looked at his trainer, at the letter he was holding, and then back at Red.

"No need to worry about me, it's your invitation, so it's your choice to make. I know you've been looking forward to some serious fighting like this."

Standing up on his hind legs on their kitchen table, Pikachu responded with, "Pika pika, pika pi-chuu." Red just shrugged his shoulders,

"I don't know, maybe I just need to wait for a while, like before? Maybe I didn't get invited this time around? It's happened the first two times, so what's the big deal?" Red leans in to closer to Pikachu, "Would you miss me that much?"

Pikachu stares intently at his owner, looking like he was going to sternly agree…

Only to give a terse nod of no, and turn to the bowl of food that the two of them were sharing.

"Oh, come off it, you wouldn't be wondering in the first place if you didn't care!" Red had a wide grin on as Pikachu seemed to be as nonchalant as could be about the situation. He barely took his gaze away from the Oran berry he was snacking on. "You were fine the first few times, but after I actually spent time with you and everyone else, you want me to join you more than ever!"

"Pika. Pikachu-pi."

"Oh, you were just wondering if I was curious? About what, how gullible I am?"

"Chu! Pika-pika-chu! Pika-pi?" A wry grin found itself curling up on the electric types red cheeks,

"Oh, I did not get weaker-that's nonsense!" Pikachu hummed to itself, not sounding convinced, "We've trained together for hours, and with all of the others too! Just because I haven't saved the world or whatever recently doesn't mean I've gone soft!"

"Pika piiiiii!" Pikachu turned its head to its trainer, with a sly look to it.

"Oh yeah? If I'm weak, what about you? How do I know you haven't been getting lazy on me and the others, or scarfing down poffins without me looking?"

Pikachu set down the Oran berry in his paws and stood up, arms crossed, looking Red straight in the eyes.

"Piiiika-pika-pi! Pi-chu, pi-pika-pikachu-pi! Pika, pika-pika-PIKA-PI-" Pikachu's not-so-humble speech was interrupted by a quick flick on the forehead by Red.

"Wow, I must actually be super strong. If a normal trainer like me can catch the great Pikachu himself off guard, maybe I do have a shot at entry!"

"…Chuuuuuuu…!" The mocking tone of Red's voice was emphasized and obvious, bugging Pikachu, but not enough for any sparks to fly. This was shown when his anger quickly subsided after Red patted him on the head.

"Okay, back on topic buddy." Red picked up the letter, and put it in front of his partner. "This is your invitation, not ours, and certainly not mine. We don't know if I'll get invited, but for now, don't worry about that. Focus on how you feel about joining overall. I mean, it's not like I'm banned from seeing you, we just won't spend as much time together. That won't be so bad, right?"

Pikachu stared blankly at his trainer, before giving them a small smile and a simple, "Cha!" Prompting Red to stand up, and start walking out, "Pika?"

"I'm going to give you a bit of space to decide, let you think about what you want to do on your own. Otherwise, we'll probably just keep bugging each other." Red waved to Pikachu, "See you later, I'll be grabbing stuff at the Pokemart!"

And with Red's departure, there was a silence that was both welcome, yet isolating for Pikachu.

He always preferred to have a friend to two around when he was doing anything, and this was no exception. He normally wouldn't hesitate to think, but Red had insisted on going through the letter, rather than just doing it on a whim.

And yet, that was all that Pikachu really wanted to do. Sign up, get it out of the way, and start getting ready for the Tournament.

Master Hand's evaluations of Pikachu were spot-on. He had grown to love the Tournament more with each entry, and heading back into it immediately made the most sense. His only majorly negative memories came from the incident with the Subspace Emissary...

…Something that always exhausted Pikachu just thinking about it. From what he heard from all parties involved, it was tough for everyone, but his own memories were particularly unpleasant. Thinking back to being thrown into a random place, getting chased around and captured by those bizarre monsters, and getting used as little more than a power source was painful and aggravating. Not only was he basically being tortured, but he was basically held captive until Samus had arrived to help him. After that, he was more than happy to dole out a few electric shocks to their enemies.

Speaking of Samus, she was someone who Pikachu wanted to see again the most, among others. Pikachu was always grateful for the help she had given him, and in return, liked to find ways to cheer her up and try making her feel better. Even just something little like cuddling up with her was enough to put a smile on her face.

There were other good friends, too. Yoshi was always fun to play with, especially if they had a nice ball to use. Then it got competitive, with each of them trying to hit it past one another, like a larger scaled version of ping pong. Of course, having some of the younger competitors to play with them like Toon Link, Ness, or Lucas always helped liven things up.

And of course, the opportunity to mess with someone grouchy like Bowser or Wario, or more stern and serious like Ike or Zelda just made even better. Pikachu always got a huge laugh playing a prank or two on the former, and rubbing victories in the faces of the latter.

Not to mention Pikachu still owing a bit of payback to certain people. One specific 'friend' being a certain cocky blue hedgehog, who will go unnamed, that kept managing to steal both Pikachu's limelight and chances at victory. He always managed to bug Pikachu just enough to throw him off, which was annoying since it was supposed to be the other way around.

And then there was Red and the other Pokemon to take into consideration. And if there were the chance that they weren't going to be a part of the Tournament than… well, that seemed alright. While he would certainly miss spending time with them, they would still be there to cheer Pikachu on, and he would be busy with everything else.

There really wasn't all that much more to it. Pikachu wanted to see everyone again, have some nice competition to go up against, and he was going to do it. It was time to sign up, and get training!

Pikachu picked up the letter, looked at the box that Red mentioned he had to check to sign up.

…Or at least he would have if he could read and tell the difference. Instead of getting annoyed at this, he just decided to munch down some more berries until Red got home. He was planning to train with him anyway, so they'd still be able to start right after he came back.

Than a new Tournament would start, and he could make new memories with everyone there.

Well, thankfully this one came out a lot sooner than before. I'm hoping to try aiming to get one of these made every few weeks or so, hopefully sooner when I can. It all depends on how I feel, whether it be my mood to write, or what I come up with and how much I want to edit what I make. This one I'm happy about, but I'm kind of making my own versions of the characters Pikachu and Red, with some inspiration that I plan to take from the Pokemon comics. Especially with Pikachu... to the best of my ability. I'll try not to do this too often, and when I do, feel free to let me know what you think. Also, writing Pikachu's dialogue is one of the weirdest things I've done so far as a writer, yet.

Also, I'm happy that I actually managed to make some dialogue between Bentley (who is more or less my OC) and Master Hand, since I honestly can't remember the last time I've done so. Hopefully you liked everything. As for the next chapter, well, I've played through Star Fox Zero (still need to collect all of the medals) so that seems like an appropriate series to write for next. Fox McCloud is up next!