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Chapter 5

Joining the Smash Bros.

"So now what?" Mario asked. "Do we wait for them, or what?"

"Well, let's go talk to Master Hand. He might be able to do something."

"Yeah. You do that. I'm going to check and see if there are any brawls today. They might like it."

"Yeah, maybe."

So Zelda went to the Master Hand. Outside his room, she once again stopped, wondering what to say. She knocked. The gigantic hand opened the door.

"Oh, Zelda, it's you. How are our two, um, guests?"

"They're pretty upset."

"They didn't take the news well?"

"No. Firestar seems to be taking it better for some reason."

"Well, I haven't read the books, so I wouldn't know why that is. Maybe Mario would know. Wasn't he the one who gave them the news?"

"Yes."

"Where is he, anyway?"

"He went to check if there were any brawls today. He thought one might cheer them up."

"There is. Bowser vs. Ganondorf. I thought it would be interesting to see the two villains fighting."

"What about King Dedede?"

"He got clobbered in his last brawl, and he's still recovering."

"It will be interesting to see those two fight. I'll go see if Firestar and Graystripe will come."

"Bring them to me, and I'll ask them. But they might need to calm down first."

"Yeah, they're pretty upset."

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"Well, this is great," Graystripe muttered, pacing around the room. "Just great."

"There's no point getting angry, there's nothing we can do," Firestar said. He was sitting on the bed, either unable or unwilling to stand. "If there was, I'd say we should do it. Those two twolegs didn't ask for this to happen. It's not their fault. I understand why you're angry, but they aren't the ones who wrote the story."

"I can't understand how you're taking this so calmly, Firestar," Graystripe said, clearly trying not to get angry. "We just found out that everything that's happened to us was a story. The good and the bad. Every death, sickness, or drought that's ever happened to the clans happened because some twoleg thought it would make a good story. That's why Silverstream died. It made a good story."

"And Spottedleaf, Bluestar, and everyone else," Firestar agreed. "But again, neither they or their friends wrote the story. They just read it, and they couldn't have helped us by not doing it."

"And on top of that, we're twolegs!" Graystripe shouted. "Twolegs!"

"That's not their fault either. She didn't mean to take us out of the story. From what she told us, she was trying to bring someone else here. She probably didn't want us to come out at all, let alone as twolegs."

"But that doesn't change the fact that we're here."

"Can we change it? It could be she wants to help."

Just as Firestar finished saying this, the door opened and Zelda came in. Graystripe turned away, and Firestar just looked at her. "Yes?" he asked.

"Master Hand wants to talk to you."

"That giant twoleg paw from last night?"

"Yeah. He's our..." Zelda wondered how to put it. "Leader," she decided.

"Why does he want to talk to us?" Graystripe asked.

"He wants to ask you something."

"We might as well," Firestar sighed.

The two got up and followed Zelda to Master Hand's room. The hand turned as they walked in. "Ah, Firestar and Graystripe. Come in."

"Should I leave you alone?" Zelda asked, backing away.

"Yes, Zelda," Master Hand said. "I need to talk to them alone."

Zelda backed out and closed the door. Graystripe turned to the Master Hand. "What's this all about?" he asked.

"Well, first, I need to say that I'm sorry about this mess. We will try to find a way to get you back to your book, and your life."

"That would be nice," Graystripe muttered.

"In the meanwhile, you'll be living with us. So, I figure that you might have to live like us too. I understand that this will be inconvenient, but it's the only way."

The two seemed resigned to the fact. "What did you want to talk to us about?" Firestar asked.

"Well," Master paused. "Forgive me, but I never read your books. How often did you fight in the clans?"

Firestar looked up. "Almost every day, there's a fight about something."

"Not always in Thunderclan," Graystripe put in.

"Right," Firestar said. "But it's in the clan's nature to fight each other. Though, the way we fight is nothing compared to the way we fought before the clans. Of course, that was probably moons and moons before the books story." The last words sounded bitter.

"Of course," said Master, noticing the tone. "It can't be easy knowing that you only exist as part of a story, and that every detail of that life, including your beliefs, even, are part of a story. But that fact can't be changed. If it was in my power to change it, I would. But we're getting off topic. I take it you don't enjoy these fights."

"The apprentices do," said Graystripe, looking over. "They like being part of them. Proving what they can do."

"Why are you asking us about fights?" Firestar asked.

"Well, around here, we fight for fun. Kind of like kits in your world, except here it's a lot better to watch. When we fight each other for fun, we call it a brawl."

"Why do you fight each other for fun?" Graystripe asked. "Doesn't it weaken you?"

"No," Master said. "We don't actually have any enemies, but it wouldn't weaken us anyways. We wear suits that are impossible to see, but it stops us from being hurt. They are so thin that they don't ruin our movement either. You might want to watch some of these brawls. Maybe, before we get you back to where you came from, you'll have been in one yourself. What I've said about brawls here isn't much. You have to see it to fully appreciate it. There's a brawl happening today, and I wanted to invite you to it."

"We'll check it out," Firestar said, wondering if he could possibly enjoy it.

"Great," said Master. "Maybe before the brawl, Zelda can show you part of the house. Oh, and it might be better if you sit with Zelda and Mario during the brawl, you know them better."

"Can we leave now?" Graystripe asked.

"Of course," Master said. "There should be enough time to show you something or other before the brawl."

"Great," Graystripe muttered, but only Firestar heard this.

"I think Zelda is still here." Master opened the door, called for Zelda, and she appeared. Literally appeared. As in, out of nowhere.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Can you show these two part of the mansion before the brawl starts?"

"Of course," Zelda said, nodding.

"Thank you. Oh, and by the way," he added, as Zelda turned away, "it wouldn't hurt to ask them if they know who else came out." Zelda could tell that he was talking about the man with claws.

"I will," she said.

"You might as well speak out in front of us," Firestar sighed. "There's nothing that could make things weirder than they already are."

"We'll see about that when you get to know us better," Zelda said, knowing just how tremendously wrong Firestar was. "Come on."

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