"Next." A Mii in a lab coat clicked on the keyboard in front of him.
*Click*
"Hmm… Seems a bit too feathery with those black wings on his back, but being part bird hasn't stopped anyone before." A hand quickly some random scribbles on a notepad, and put it on the wall,
"Next." The giant monitor switched to a new video feed, with several others visible in smaller scaled on the edges of the screen.
*Click*
"…Well, explosions make everything better, and with all of his bombs, we may be able to eliminate sadness altogether." Another note filled and stuck onto the wall,
"Next."
*Click*
"Hmmmmm… Mmm… they seem alright, but they play both the banjo and the kazoo unironically. Not too appealing. A definite 'Maybe'." Yet another note scrawled on and stuck on… to the wall.
"Next."
*Smash*
"Oh no! Another fallen ally in the pursuit for warriors!" The scientist Mii was lifted up like a cat by his collar, and floated to a table filled with breakfasts and a coffee machine, with five other Miis sitting around it, "Fear not, good friend, your sacrifice shall not be in vain!" The one who lifted him poured him a cup of coffee, "Your efforts shall be engraved in the walls, and in the very hearts of all those serving with you, lest we for-"
"Hold your horses, Crazy Hand! What did I say about you spending time here?"
The massive white Hand sagged onto the floor, moaning loudly, "Uuuuugh, do I have to-"
"Yes!"
Crazy Hand grumbled before reciting the lines, of 'No fighting, fires, explosions, dangerous experiments, or vandalism on these premises,' as he had memorized on the Cross Connection Facilities policy list. It was given to him by the head of the CCF, Dr. Rayserj, who was speaking to him now.
Crazy Hand didn't understand why this list only pertained to God's of Chaos, but as least he knew he wasn't being singled out. He just hoped to meet some other God of Chaos that those rules pertain to.
"But-"
"No buts, I allowed you to stay longer than I ever imagined you would need to, and I am still waiting for you to finish!" The grouchy Mii pointed toward Crazy Hand, the wrinkles on his brow furrowing even deeper than before.
"In just a few more hours-no, minutes-no, not even-a few seconds, honest, sir! I'll be done, faster than you can say decaf!"
"First, it's not decaf, you just got tired of waiting for a drink, and ate most of the beans. This was what we could salvage from the pantry, which still needs a new lock, thank you very much." Dr. Rayserj glared at Crazy Hand, "Second, as much as I wish to believe in you and your word, I would be much more convinced if you hadn't been saying that since day one! I have sat here since then, and you have your blasted sticky notes jutting out from my wall!"
Looking to the right, everyone saw the multicolor madness that formed a hill sticking out as long as two feet, and covering the entire surface area.
"...Hmm... so, do you want to take a break?"
Dr. Rayserj simply stared at Crazy Hand. The other workers just focused on their breakfast. Pretty much everyone had accepted the madness, and Dr. Raryserj had been the one who unleashed it.
It happened a few days ago-Crazy Hand barged into the CCF for his own ridiculous project, just like he had a few years back during preparations for the second Tournament. Rayserj, having been appointed only recently, had no firsthand experience dealing with Crazy Hand, and the other workers didn't recall him causing much trouble before.
Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, the good doctor helped him out, allowing the God of Destruction to look at different world, and take notes on certain denizens for his own purposes.
Rayserj had been arrogant in his assumption. He had no idea of the depths of Crazy Hands madness, and the lengths that he went to drag others down to his level.
Or in layman's terms, Dr. Rayserj assumed that Crazy Hand would be a marginally reasonable being, and not an impulsive nut job. In order to help Crazy Hand, the Doctor offered several employees time away from their actual work, being paid to assist and essentially babysit. As time went on, multiple people had to join to work in shifts to make sure no one was too overworked by the endless tedium of scrolling through videos of different worlds.
Not only that, but Crazy Hand constantly tampered with all manner of things around the labs when no one watched him, with insane logic leading to issues, and even outright destruction of property. There was clear restraint in Crazy Hand's actions, and everyone there wanted to keep it that way (the worst was dousing a computer with different liquids, thinking it would speed it up by making the electricity flow better. It did not, only causing it to blow up).
There was never any telling what Crazy hand could do unsupervised, and now, the Director of the CCF was stuck helping Crazy Hand in his endeavors, just trying to please him until he left, and their facility wasn't in danger of any more tampering. And avoid upsetting him.
"No, no, just... I'll take over. But," he pointed to the floating hand, "You tell me what to do, and I'm leaving. This is my lab, and I will not be bossed around by anyone, be you Mii, a Demon, or a God." Dr. Rayserj decided, taking his seat. He had considered contacting Master hand for help, but decided to try and keep waiting him out. Crazy Hand stressed that this whole thing needed to be a secret, and Rayserj felt it best to keep it that way. As much as he put on a brave face, he knew he couldn't stand up to Crazy Hand in a fight. He only spoke to him authoritatively like this because he knew that Crazy Hand almost never directly harmed people. It was mostly injuries due to collateral damage, and typically minor at worst.
For now, rather than risk Crazy Hand getting upset by them spilling the beans to his brother, Dr. Rayserj would cross his fingers, and hope that him and the workers could wait out the God of Chaos. Sure, it wasn't the bravest move, but given Crazy Hand's instability, it felt like the smartest one.
As for what Crazy Hand himself was doing, it was simple-he would be picking new fighters for his brother Master Hand.
Crazy Hand adored the Smash Bros. Tournament, but was usually upset about never being able to help. Sure, he could be asked to blow things up, and he liked doing it (who wouldn't like explosions?) but this was usually very rare. Typically, he was always left doing his own thing, and he could only mess with stocks or launch ninjas for so long with this in mind.
Crazy Hand wanted to help, to shake things up, and he remembered what he did several years ago-surprising his brother and everyone else with two surprise entries for the fights!
Sure, Bowser and Ganondorf weren't the best team players, but Crazy Hand knew it would all payoff! No princesses were kidnapped, nothing was conquered, and everyone got along all hunky-dory whenever they weren't beating the tar out of each other. Why, his own brother was so happy, he passed out for a whole day! Crazy Hand had to officially register and announce them on his own, but he was happy to help in any way possible.
Now, he decided to do it again!
The only problem was deciding on who to choose. The last entries made such a big splash not just because they were baddies, but because they were unexpected, and just like the crowds, that was something he loved. It was the very reason he had just decided to float upside down and was writing down his notes from the ceiling.
This time around, he knew he had to choose people no one would see coming-more bad guys would just be too simple. Too predictable! It had to be something even he couldn't predict... though, he had to wonder if something stayed unpredictable when he finally found out about it... did that mean it wasn't spontaneous any more since he knew about it? Or was that just for him, and not for anyone else?
He would worry about it later. For now, he needed to focus. This place was so stuffy, and boring and organized, but it was worth enduring if it meant helping out the Tournament and Master Hand.
"I'll ask again," Dr. Rayserj stated, turning round in his seat, "Are you almost done? Anywhere close? At all?"
Crazy Hand spun in place, thinking, "Hm, well, I honestly don't know. I mean, there are so many different worlds, and even more constantly added. Technically, if I want to look at all possible candidates, we would be doing this until the day after eternity." Crazy Hand stopped, floating down to the director. "So with that, I can certainly say, with complete confidence, that I am completely, without a single shred of doubt, 100% unsure about what answer to give."
"I can think of an answer."
"You can, Doc? What's the diagnosis? Whaddya' have in mind?" Dr. Rayserj looked behind Crazy hand, with slight concern,
"That... wasn't me."
"Pardon?"
"That was him."
Turning around, Crazy Hand stiffened, and began nervously twitching, looking all around his, trying to think of some sort of solution to his problem.
Crazy Hand's brother Master Hand was right in front of him, and did not look at all pleased with his brother's spoiled surprise.
"Hello Brother, I hope you're doing well, because I am not. This little scheme of yours is over, because I am shutting it down right now."
Dear Ness, The PSI Warrior,
First impressions would have anyone believe that you were a normal child, thrown into a chaotic Tournament. And for all intents and purposes, that is not far from the truth.
You are a promising young man who enjoys baseball, cares deeply about his friends, loves his mother dearly, and misses his father greatly while he is away at work. You have never spoken of any great aspirations, or shown any signs of having issues with your average life.
Some would see you as an unremarkable person... until they knew of the world you had come from, and the exploits you endured.
Ness, your home is one that is filled with strange beings, intelligent or otherwise, and inexplicable phenomena that you faced, not limited to your new PSI abilities. As you gained allies, all of you continued to go forward, with nothing but faith guiding you forward. Faith in the prophesy you told about, and faith in each other.
By the end of it all, you had faced the monstrous Giygas, fully corrupted by his own power. Faced against an incomprehensible being with infinite power, the skills and strength you had gained simply couldn't match up to it. All you had were your prayers, and the prayers of everyone you had met in your journey.
The same kind of faith that had carried you along this journey was exactly what was needed to defeat Giygas, his second-in-command Porky, and save everything from destruction.
After learning of all that you faced, and the increasingly disconcerting circumstances you were constantly faced with, anyone would believe that you were an extraordinary person.
They would be even more surprised to learn that their first impression of you was correct.
You had faced hardships that most would shy away from, and others would have lost their lives facing. You gained strength, formed unbreakable bonds, and most of all, held on to hope even in the face of complete and utter madness. When all looked lost, you were able look forward, and say with confidence that things would be 'Okay'.
These actions in themselves are incredible, but what is even more remarkable is someone like you. An ordinary boy, not only stepping up to meet an insurmountable challenge head-on, but coming out of the situation in a way like you did. To face all of the most unpredictable, dangerous forces one could imagine, and others many could not, and still coming out as you were before.
You are stronger and wiser, no doubt, but deep down, what has changed? You are happy, content with your lifestyle, happy with simply spending time with your friends and loved ones. You still love baseball, and your most treasured gain out of all of this aren't your PSI abilities, but the friends that you play with.
You are aware of the dangers of the world, but you do not fear them. You know how bad things can get, but you never doubt that things can better. You have experienced so much, but it has not changed who you are at your core.
A normal boy, content simply wants to live his life to its fullest.
And in a world visited by so many wonderful, unique people, a fairly normal person such as yourself would be more than welcome as one of the strangest additions to our roster once more. With this, you are officially invited to the Super Smash Bros. Tournament. Whatever your choice, I know you will not second guess yourself.
-Sincerely,
The God of Order,
Master Hand,
A young boy removed the red baseball cap on his head, wiping away the sweat from his brow as he spoke excitedly on the phone. Nodding vigorously, and nearly shouting, the boy beamed at the phone in his hand, as if it were the person he was speaking to.
With a simple 'Okay', Ness hung up the phone, covering his eyes from the glare of the nearly set sun. Night time was just around the corner, and the impending darkness was a good reason for Ness to come inside from his baseball practice.
He might have stayed in longer, but his Mother insisted that he might 'catch death' or something. Ness never believed it (he would never even bother making a trap for Death) but he did admit the cold wasn't very pleasant when one was all sweaty. He could even catch a cold.
Instead, when he was out of school and done with homework, he would spend time playing baseball whenever he could. Sometimes it would be on his own, other times it would be with his sister Tracy and dog King, and rarely, it would be with his friends Paula, Chris, and Poo.
Walking up to his room, Ness thought back to all of his friends. Paula was busy with school in Twoson, and apparently seems to want to become a chef, using her frying pan for its intended purposes. Jeff had been working with his Father, learning about becoming a great inventor in his own right. Poo was busy preparing himself to become the official King of Dalaam, with the help of his Master.
Between all of that, and Ness' own life, it had become difficult for them to spend time together. They kept in contact over the phone, but it was never the same as spending time together in person.
Sitting inside of his room, Ness turned on a lamp at his desk and smiled at a note he wrote down for himself. next week was going to be one of the best ones out there. It was going to be one of the rare times him, Paula, Jeff, and Poo could spend time together at once, and at Ness' own house no less!
It was only made better by something that Ness was waiting to happen for a while.
Looking down at the notes, Ness made a small amendment to it. Along with the names of his best friends, Ness wrote down 'And Dad' next to them.
Ness' Father was getting time off, and just around when his friends were all coming over! He could finally introduce them, and with his parents, his sister, his dog, and Paula, Jeff, and Poo, they could actually play baseball with enough people for a whole team! He would be halfway towards making his own official baseball games, all he'd need was to make an opposing team.
Gently laying the note down, Ness looked at the letter next to it, sent to him by Master Hand for the Super Smash Bros. Tournament. His eager expression grew somber as he looked at the letter, thinking about his PSI powers. He hadn't been using them very often at all, since he simply never felt the need to, and now, he was invited back to the Tournament when he was totally out of practice.
Ness looked down at his hand, making it crackle with energy. Thinking about it, Ness didn't think he could face anyone with these powers again...
...at least not without some training. He had to get a running start the first time around, but with his friends' support, he knew he'd be whipped back into shape in no time.
But, that was a concern for another day. He would call the others about it after they had enjoyed a day to themselves. For now, Ness decided to head to bed, eager to get an early start. He had told his Father about how much he was practicing, and he wanted to keep his skills sharp so he could prove it!
Aaaannnnnd, that's Ness! Yeah, like a few others, I haven't actually played his game at the time of writing this, so I hope I did a good job. Admittedly, I watched a bit of game play of Earthbound, and a whole let's play for Undertale, so I think those helped (and of course I read the wiki).
Anyway, yeah, things going on with Crazy. Cool.
For the next character, we'll begin moving into the Melee roster, and I figure a good fighter to start with is Marth. No real reason, just kind of feel like it, and thankfully Fire Emblem is a series I am familiar with (I will admit to my entry into the series being Awakening, and I still need to play the old ones, plus Fates, but, you know, life). Until next time!