Crazy Hand typed rapidly on his keyboard. On the wall behind him was a poster that featured Crazy Hand typing on his keyboard, which also had a poster behind the fictional version of Crazy Hand. Due to how annoyingly bright the back of his screen shined, one would immediately be greeted by a beautifully bright light if the visitor did not look away from the laptop's lid.
His room's only source of light came from his computer. Everything else remained within darkness. As the hand continued to mash buttons furiously, Crazy Hand realized something. Abruptly stopping his typing, he quickly punched in more keys before sending the document he had been working on to his pimped out printer, which became green due to how it was literally a printer made of copper sitting right behind a random water fountain the hand stole from a criminal. Stealception happened to be Crazy Hand's specialty... sort of.
Actually, his real specialty lay in destroying everything without giving a single crap about the world. Master Hand just happened to somehow make a deal with the freaky being of destruction. The secret rested within using creativity to catch Crazy Hand's attention. Ideas such as playing tic-tac-toe with pancakes on nine frying heated frying pans usually worked whenever someone needed to negotiate with the left hand. Alas, no one knew of this particular weakness the maniacal hand possessed.
After printing out a single sheet of paper out, the left hand immediately bolted out of its office.
"OH, HUEHUEHUE. My BRUH will finally realize the intellectual genius hiding within my digiti manus! UH HE HAHAHAHAHAHUEHAHA!"
Mac performed jumping jacks in the mansion's gymnasium. Holding onto one-hundred pound weights, the boxer exercised vigorously, counting all the way to three hundred jumping jacks in a single run.
The day felt like a regular day, for he did not have anything to do until his first battle arrived. That said, he felt like he was missing out on something... important. However, Doc himself did not seem to mention anything about any important events he had to prepare for the day. All he needed to do was keep training for his first match.
Of course, the lightweight boxing champion swung the dumb bells quite easily, considering how strong his attacks needed to be against his opponents to make up for his generally small stature.
The WVBA champion took a deep breath, feeling quite satisfied with his jumping jack activity. Though it was not enough by itself, it greatly helped Mac keep his shoulders strong and sturdy, as well as his biceps.
...What do I do now? Mac thought to himself, looking around the gymnasium.
His eyes fell upon a running machine.
In a few minutes, he found himself running on the machine.
The running machine functioned in an interesting fashion. Running faster made the running machine go faster, while slowing down made the machine slow down as well. Mac also had the option to manually change the speed of the running machine, though he found the default mode to be fun to play around with. He felt like an astronaut for some reason.
A little while after the boxer manually configured the running machine's speed, Mac decided to take a break from exercising. He remembered what Doc Louis said about getting used to every part of the mansion. If Mac spent all of his time in the gymnasium, he would probably be less accustomed to the mansion for a longer period of time. He found getting used to the mansion take a surprisingly long amount of time.
And so, he left the gym, exploring the mansion a little more. Unbeknownst to him, something began to follow him.
As he began to move around the mansion, Mac could not help but remember how his feet were not capable of generating sparkly noises every time he walked. Almost right after he began to explore the place to surely remember his new surroundings, the boxer quickly realized that he was being followed, though he had no idea on just what he was getting followed by.
It could not be human if it made sparkly noises, right?
Actually, the lightweight boxing champion considered it to be completely possible due to the world he was in.
By the time he fully traversed through and visually captured some of the places he remembered going through before, the boxer found himself getting extremely disturbed by the strange sparkly noises emitting behind him. Turning around to see just what was following him, Little Mac looked up with the most blank look he could muster up.
He found nothing in front of him. Strange. He swore he heard a bunch of sparkly noi-
Suddenly, a strange sound came beneath him. Looking down, Mac saw... a fat star. To put it with more details, a round and cuddly star-shaped creature looked up at him. The thing was about as tall as his socks, and Mac's socks were certainly not as long as thigh-highs. Glowing a strange, yellow light, the star stared at him with two googly black eyes.
The boxer raised an eyebrow, wondering what to do with the mobile midget-sized package of light that seemed persistent with following him.
"Sir Mac!"
The voice of Robin immediately gave Mac an idea. Whether it was a good or bad idea, he did not know... or care.
"Sir Mac!" Robin said as he walked out of the laundromat room Mac stood in front of. The tactician did not have his own laundry machine unlike Little Mac, and that seemed to be the case for many other contestants as well. "Ah, what a good time to see you! I wanted to give you this coconut pie."
Mac turned to Robin. Indeed, a coconut pie sat within a transparent box the white-haired man held. Robin seemed extremely happy to make the pie for Mac, though the boxer really wanted to ask him what he was doing with a coconut pie inside a laundromat.
"Hm? Is that, by chance, a Luma?" Robin asked curiously, looking up at the boxer then at the star-shaped creature.
He had no idea, so the boxer shrugged without any hesitation. "Not mine," he pointed out straightforwardly.
"Did Rosalina let you walk one of them around?"
"..."
"Did you just happen to find one outside?"
"..."
"Do you know what a Luma is?"
"..."
"...Do you know what I'm talking about?"
Mac shook his head.
And all Robin thought from this was,
He's... so INTERESTING!
Needless to say, the shine behind Robin's eyes gave Mac a familiar premonition he had come to get used to. As the tactician stood still, his eyes shining stars, Mac quietly took the box containing the coconut pie, kindly bowing to him out of respect, before walking out of the hallway he entered as quickly as he could. The boxer walked so quickly, the Luma(?) had a hard time catching up.
Soon, the lightweight boxing champion found himself standing within his dormitory again.
And all he wanted was a tour around the mansion...
Mac sighed. He did not hate Robin. He had to consistently remind himself that in order to prevent himself from getting confused. It was just the innocent intentions that Robin held that disturbed Mac so much. After all, it took time getting used to people other than Doc Louis that were honest.
A squeak came out from the Luma that followed him down.
"..."
The boxer shook his head, simply putting the coconut pie box on a table within the living room. He then proceeded to pick up the Luma and walked out of his dormitory.
After he was sure that Robin did not happen to follow him down, of course.
Robin did not follow him, which allowed Mac to walk around with the star-shaped creature in his arms. The Luma was cuddly and soft, making physical contact it actually feel nice. Not that he intended on keeping it to himself; as soon as he found out who it belonged to, he would give it back.
Mac happened to meet Mario on his quest to return the Luma back to where it was, and the red plumber was kind enough to inform Mac of a place known as the Observatory. The Observatory was not that far from the mansion, but instead of taking the usual route to the city, Mac had to find it by entering the gigantic back yard it had. After ten minutes of walking down a flowery road, the boxer found something massive that he did not see before.
There was a huge composition of buildings floating in front of the lightweight boxing champion. Blinking at the sight of the Observatory never ceasing to remain still in the air, Mac quickly readjusted his fallen jaw to make himself look less idiotic, clutching the Luma a little tighter than before. He hoped to get used to floating platforms as quickly as possible.
Thankfully for the boxer, a flight of stairs led up to the floating Observatory. Mac did not feel confident in jumping all the way up to the buildings like some sort of flexible blob. Even the stairs made him feel intimidated, for each step were technically separate platforms that floated on their own. After walking up the flight of stairs as quickly as he could, the lightweight boxing champion finally found himself standing on the place known as the Observatory.
A place where one could view the stars, the Observatory felt expansive. A large, pointy building lay snugly at the center of the futuristic composition of buildings. There were several other small buildings that lay around it on a platform shaped like a ring. Mac felt like he was exercising his back when he looked up at the tip of the object at the center of the Observatory.
Well... if Lumas belonged to the Observatory, then he concluded that they knew where to go to meet their owner. Mac slowly put down the Luma he had been carrying, which squeaked once he let the plush creature touch the ground. A few seconds after standing still, the tiny thing began to walk before leaping over several escalating steps that led to what looked like a library. It soon disappeared after walking into the wooden building.
Though Mac felt tempted to step on the carpet-covered grounds surrounding the library building, he decided to quickly make his leave. With that in mind, he quickly took the flight of stairs again. He soon jogged away from the Observatory, feeling somewhat satisfied with putting the Luma back to where it was.
Unbeknownst to him, a person carrying the Luma he just returned watched him leave.
As soon as Mac returned to the mansion, he met Master Hand. The hand seemed to be waiting for him at the lobby, as he immediately turned to Mac with a delighted tone present in his voice.
"Ah! I have been looking for you-"
"BRUH."
"...And so has my tenacious, psychotic partner, Crazy Hand."
As Master Hand had described him, Crazy Hand twitched erratically at the sight of Mac entering the mansion. Now the left hand did not have to deal with one of his dreaded weaknesses: waiting. In fact, Crazy Hand seemed so happy to see Mac, he immediately began to spin himself around in a single position, making him look like some broken music box. Mac gave Crazy Hand a weird look before turning to Master Hand.
"All new contestants always have an obligatory battle with us, you see!" Master Hand explained, clenching into a fist to describe what kind of battle he was talking about. "In other words, all contestants begin their Smash careers by facing me... and as of recently, Crazy Hand."
"..."
Mac nodded, glancing at Crazy Hand, who was still spinning around in place, before looking back at Master Hand.
"When do we start?" Mac asked.
The Master Hand loosened his fist, turning back to its idle stance, before answering the boxer,
"In thirty minutes, of course!"
Mac internally screamed as he finally remembered the "important thing" of that day.
Author's Notes
I'm surprised to see the positive feedback I received for this story! Feedback is always appreciated (criticisms are also welcomed). :D