Another chapter of the prologue in one day! Originally, both of the chapters were intended on being one really long chapter. But I figured that it would have been easier on the reader if I separated it into two chapters, so that's why you may find that this part of the prologue was shorter than the other. I had to find time to fit in the smashers, mind you that they're not thoroughly introduced, mind you, they're heavily mentioned.
Also note that the rest of the story is going to be in THIRD-PERSON perspective. And you'll notice the switch between realities, which I can understand if it gets confusing.
That's all I have to say for now. Roll the disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Smash Bros... But that doesn't stop from wishing I did!
Enjoy~!
So, what do you think happens when a human actually gets sucked into a video game when they have no fighting experience or unnatural ability? Of course they're going to get their butt kicked! Non-gamer, Alexis has to fight her way to the surface of the Earth before sinking into the technological realm where she doesn't belong and becomes a "fictional character" to reality...
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Noob
(Prologue)
n00b-comer
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The sound of sirens blazed into her ears, the ambience was thundering for an unwelcomed wakeup call that she didn't want to receive, but her heart did for her as a chill swept the atmosphere and brushed against her bare face.
Alexis' eyes snapped open, as her eyes again adjusted to what seemed to be a natural light…
But this couldn't be real, oh no. Glancing about the area, it was definitely not her room. And for most normal people, they wake up in their rooms. Some people, however, are victims of a horrible joke and wake up in the wilderness. But all at the same time, this couldn't be real, because this place was a floating rectangular platform that seems to looks to be somewhere in the midst of the universe, hovering about in the endless cycle of space.
How could this be happening? How is she even breathing up here!?
Just thinking about it was leaving her breathless! She's definitely going to pass out—emotionally at least. Her body was telling her to creep forward on the narrow stage and discover at bit more…
3…
This looks like space.
2…
I can see the universe behind me.
1…
Where am I?
"GO!"
Before the young woman could even register what was going on, what seemed to be a blur at the time sped up and slashed at her, knocking her way out of balance, but not off the platform, not bleeding. But instead, she feels light-weighted, as if the gravity was knocked out of her. This time around, her body forced her to run.
But where could she go? Jump off of the platform and fall into an abyss that leads somewhere? This can't be real; it has to be a dream! She's not bleeding and there's certainly no injury, but how come it hurts so much?
"Seeeiyaaah!" a raspy voice shrieked.
Her ears picked up noises coming from the pounding foot-steps that ran for her at 12'o'clock, glancing up was the familiar blur, and gazing closer (instead of running like she should) she saw that familiar-looking elf in a green dress charging at her, forcefully whipping the tip of his blade across her gut. She let out a gasp, both scared and forced out by the gusting blade that she was sure that was going to end her life.
But it didn't.
Nothing too messy displayed even. No blood, but a slight beacon of light projected from where she was hit. And again, she was launched to the other side of the stage, her back sliding against the floor, her phone, slipping out of her pocket, skid farther than she did. She limped for the phone, a great deal of pain flooded her body and drowned her heart.
She was scared—no, devastated that all this was happening, it was too much to be rag-dolled across the stage by the familiar elf boy that she saw on the TV. In fact, her limbs throbbed and ached so much that she kind of wanted to die, but that would come if she couldn't reach her phone, which seemed hopeless as of now as she limped unsteadily to her destination. Her goal was to call someone to rescue her, but all of that failed when the atmosphere darkened and a colorful flame illuminated the sky, not that it distracted her from her current mission on getting her phone.
It was the voice that called out "Land-Master!", that really took the cake. Her eyes fluttered about sky-bound for the source of that sound, only for her to be crushed under what seemed to be a tank, and probably destroyed her phone in the process.
To be frank, the tank didn't kill her like she wanted it to. Instead, she was catapulted off of the stage on impact, far enough to dematerialize from a bright light…
…
This is not what she learned about in physics, mind you. Heavy, falling objects are supposed to crush, not catapult.
Her eyes paced about the current area that she was in; a small room, what seemed to be round. A padded leather seat that stretched about the circumference of the room, occupied by the following, going clockwise from beside herself:
A short man with a moustache, curly brown hair, big blue eyes in a doctor's lab coat, with the metal piece on equipped on his head.
A blood hound with a sitting duck on his back.
An obese, middle-aged man in biker's clothes and the dumbest style of moustache she has ever seen in her life.
An anthropomorphic falcon with robotic legs.
An angel clad in black.
A literal stick-figure.
A strangley built robot.
And a blue-haired, fair-skinned young woman, beside her, clad in slimming armour and a tiara.
There were nine of them in the very room, she counted, eight weirdoes plus herself…
Are we all dead?
Are we waiting for our revealed afterlife?
And are these… things from alternate universes? Perhaps planets, maybe? That's the only thing that explains the exterior to that robot, bipedal bird thing, or that stupid mustache with a person attached to it...
I'm seriously tripping out.
Look at that mustache!
She couldn't help but wonder, so she turned to the most normal looking one in here to her right, the young woman, who glanced at her with a small smile in welcome. After all, the angel was at the other side of the room, so she couldn't really ask him, since he'd most likely know out of everyone here. But she settled for the young woman who sat beside her instead.
"Um… where are we?" Alexis asked her, earning the woman's eyes widened in return, almost in a gawking sort of way.
She started to wonder if she had offended her by asking that.
"You mean that you don't know about Super Smash Bros.?"
Super Smash Bros…? Good lord, this can't be happening.
Alexis couldn't really answer the woman, as many thoughts circulated her mind for the time being...
How the hell did I get myself wound up in here!? It's impossible!
Where am I really?
How am I not dead!?
What is everyone else thinking!? Do they know where I am!?
This has got to be a nightmare! It has to be!
At all these thoughts, the teenager began to shake immensely and her eyes shut tight automatically.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!
The tap on her shoulder forced the girl to jump instinctively. Alexis peers over to the young lady who tapped her, a frown worn on her face.
"Are you alright?"
"… Y-yeah…" Alexis stammered, as the same thoughts clouded her mind relentlessly, causing her limbs to shake again. Leaving it at that the two girls remained quiet, as Alexis suffered her inward mental breakdown, the bluette girl examined her curiously, and a bit worriedly.
"… so, which Nintendo game did you star in?" the stranger asks, inquisitive.
Dammit!
"… Life." Alexis quipped, her answer was vague enough for the other girl to be left guessing on which game that was, so it was considerably half-true.
"Life?"
"Yeah, like you know…"
"… I don't think I really know…"
There was a silence that seethed into the room, until the falcon at the other side spoke up.
"You were taken out pretty easily, and I don't remember you being here when the game first started…" the falcon tapped a finger-shaped feather on his beak, thoughtfully.
"… Oh?" Alexis swallowed a lump in her throat, anxious in seeing what these characters would do to her if they found out that she wasn't supposed to be here.
"Yeah, actually, I only remember seeing you appear onto the stage…" the angel-boy admitted, retracing his memory. "You weren't here with us before that…"
"Yeah?" the human pressed onward, insinuating for the angel to proceed with his analysis. She wanted to know as much as possible; relevant as to how she was transported into her brother's favorite video game.
"Yes, you just fell from the sky… I wonder if it was a glitch or something…" the angel contemplated.
"Maybe she's a newcomer to the newcomers?" the mustache kidded playfully.
"No, that can't be it. It seems a bit ridiculous…" the young girl in armor denied the possibility, observing Alexis cautiously, as if this entire situation wasn't ridiculous enough.
"Well, whatever it is, this issue should be addressed with Master Hand." The doctor lectured everyone in the room with a thick Italian accent.
Master Hand? Alexis repeated to herself in bewilderment. Who would name someone Hand?
Then she thought back, glanced around the room that reminded her that at this point, this Master Hand might not even be a person. He/she/it could be anything; maybe even one of those stick figures.
As if nothing more could really be said by anyone, the time came for Alexis to be summoned, as her seat shifted and escalated downwards by a machine, as this was supposed to happened by design, much to her surprise. The young woman that sat next to her gave off a simple wave and bid her good luck.
"Remember to talk to Master Hand, okay?" she heard the Doctor call after her.
Now she was seated in a bigger room, similar to the last one. But this time there was a projection in the center of the room, showing the 'character select' menu. It shows Alexis as a 'playable character' on the menu, much to her demise.
She let out a little whine, but quickly slapped a hand onto her mouth, as she got ogled at by a larger group of weirdos – a bigger dino-turtle, monkeys, animate marshmallow people and freakish people and animals galore!
At least that's what Alexis sees.
Her eyes scanned the room, until she spotted the elf that tried killing her earlier, who stared at her back like a deer at oncoming headlights. She glared at the boy with hateful daggers in her eyes, not only did he try killing her, but she put as much pieces together as she could, and all possible conclusions so far lead that the little man in the dress had something to do with her 'kidnapping'.
Well, unless this was all a dream, hopefully.
But given the fact that no one was really paying attention anyway, but instead, watching the projection in the centre of the room, she watch it as well, trying not to stand out from the rest of them.
"Alexis? How come I've never heard of her… What game is she from?"
Click click
That was the voice that came from the projection and Alexis knew very well who that was from.
That was Joanna. Alexis' heart crumbled into dust when hearing that from her friend. Soon after, a tall orange robot with an arm cannon was illuminated in a red light.
"I don't know, and I don't care. She looks like a really crappy character."
Click click
That was Jordan, which left her speechless, hearing that from her brother, whom she loves very much; even if he's a little shit. Soon after that, that mean elf in green was illuminated in a blue light.
"I'm going to play as Kirby, desu, because he's super kawaii, nyah!"
Karen squeaked, which caused someone in blue armor (who looked oddly similar to the young girl from before) to wince. A familiar pink gumball character was illuminated in a yellow light.
"You know what? I'm going to play as her anyway, I want to try her out; whether she's a dumb third-party character or not."
Click click
That was Samantha, who she's also heartbroken by.
How could they forget about her so easily? How did they even forget about her very existence?
Nevertheless, Alexis was blinded by another light; colored green this time, but this time, the light came from her. She wasn't able to see at all what was happening. All she knew was that her senses faded for a moment as she only saw white.
But when that white faded away, and she was able to see again…
3…
Where am I now?
2…
Looks familiar…
1…
… Wait a sec…
"GO!"
… Dammit.
Again, what was revealed before her very eyes was the narrow stage where she was attacked maliciously by that elf-boy and catapulted by a falling tank.
Speak of the devil, the elf-boy runs towards her with his sword out and ready, but this time, there was no running…
Alexis couldn't move.
REAL WORLD
"Dammit she won't move!" Samantha swore flying colours, having her friend Joanna to glance at her.
"Maybe the controller isn't working…" she suggests.
"Jordan, can you stop beating me up, please?" Samantha asks the boy irritably, as he was controlling his character to persistently attack hers. He huffs in response.
"Don't take too long…" he sighed as he pauses their game.
BEHIND THE TELEVISION
Alexis couldn't understand what this elf's problem was. He just kept attacking her and screaming. She even tried telling him: "Stop! I can't move!" or, "Stop! I'm in so much pain right now! Stop it!" Oh, the poor girl was in tears! But he just kept swinging his weapon at her like before; no blood, just a lot of pain.
But thankfully, everything just stopped: the rotation of the universe, the characters, even herself…
REAL WORLD
"Is your controller plugged back in, Sam?" Joanna asks, anticipated to start the game again as Jordan was already ready with his thumb at the button that un-pauses the game.
"Yeah I think I should be ready…"
BEHIND THE TELEVISION
The match continued on again, and nothing had changed since the last time that time itself had frozen:
The one clad in green was still fighting the defenseless human, who only grunted and screamed, and was being knocked around the stage.
For the second time now, she was knocked off of the stage in the same fashion when she was engulfed in light the last time and was 'teleported' to that small room. But this time, she was transferred onto a floating platform, which dropped her down at the stage, where she was originally being battered by the cruel elf, much to her misery.
She still couldn't move, and this time, all three of the other contestants were ganging up on her…
REAL WORLD
Samantha was incredibly angry. She expressively dropped her controller onto her lap and crossed her arms and slid her back downwards.
Joanna turns to her friend; already aware of what the problem could be, still thrashing that Alexis character, along with the others. Brawling is fun, sure, but sometimes it's fun to pick on the meek, and get extra points doing it.
"Still not working?"
"No. It isn't."
"Maybe it is the controller…"
"Maybe, but I'm not really in the mood anymore…" Samantha sighs and watches the clock on the wall behind them. "Okay, it's getting late guys, we should get going."
Jordan glances at it once before continuing his game at abusing the defenseless character, "but it's only 7:00."
Joanna yawned, "Yeah, I remember about something that your family was doing together… or something."
Jordan paused his game again for a minute and stares at the girls oddly. "What? Where'd you hear about that?"
The girls recess from their trip to the front door thoughtfully. Both of them wondered where they heard that from, and both had a feeling that it wasn't Jordan. Alas, none of them discussed this coincidentally shared memory with one another; leaving each individual to claim the idea separately.
Out of the three girls there, Karen was the first to speak, or squeak, while the other two silently tended to the churning in their guts of this strange deja-vu.
"Nyan! But we're a bit tired Jordan-kun, desu. Maybe another time!" she yawned as she hopped up from the sofa, she linked her arms with both of the girls and made the rest of the way there. But before she officially left she smiled at Jordan.
"Sayanora! Domo-Arigato for having us here, Jordan-kun!"
At that, Jordan shuttered at the girl's strange good-bye. Why couldn't she just say 'thank you for having us here' or 'have a good night' like a regular American citizen?
Why did she have to call him Jordan-kun?
Trying to erase his thoughts from the weird girl who left the house with the other girls, he continues his game by proceeding to end the battle that he was having with the others.
Quitting out of his game, he resumes a battle with his best character, Link. Strangely enough, selecting the character gave him somewhat of an ache in his guilt-lingering unconscious, for some reason.
Maybe not this time…
So he selected his second best character, Meta-Knight, who indirectly reminded him of Kirby, who indirectly made him think of Karen and the others.
He found it incredibly strange that they had to leave so soon. And to be quite frank, he enjoyed the company. He doesn't usually have anyone to play his favourite game with him…
What happened…?
Where am I…?
Were the only things that occupied her mind when the familiar green light that rescued her from that elf, marshmallow and deadly robot thing.
Alexis was sitting in the midst of that platform where she was before, but no one else was there. It was calming to sit there silently - except for the orchestrated music in the back ground that she's heard since the first time that she was here (with the tank and all), but she didn't see a radio around the place, so she's kept wondering.
Besides the music playing somewhere in the setting, she crossed her legs and let herself breathe, trying to convince herself that this is a dream. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and meditating…
There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like ho—
"What the crud…?" her eyes wide and her mouth hanging ajar, over the horizon between the vision of space and the stage was a giant hand.
A giant, floating hand… and it talked.
"Mortal!" the voice thundered amongst the atmosphere from underneath it's glove (?), powerful and might—most certainly intimidating at a time like this. The hand rested onto the space in front of her, a little too close for comfort.
"Hi…" she introduced herself stupidly.
"… Right." It continued, the voice much softer than before. It continues, "Who are you? And what brings a human into my realm?"
"Umm…" So much for being a dream…
"SPEAK!"
"Ah! I'm sorry!" she cried, covering her head instinctively believing this thing was going to destroy her. But it didn't move. Peeking at it with caution, she continued "I'm Alexis Higgins and I don't know how I got here…"
The hand sighs (?), floating in circles around the meek human girl, who was jittery and very afraid. The hand could see that (?), and poked at her back lightly with a massive finger. She immediately tensed up at contact.
"… Can you tell me what you remember before arriving here? Do you have some information on anything odd that has happened before you got here?"
"Well, I—"
Before letting herself to continue, a light bulb went off inside her head when she gazed at the hand long enough. "Hold on, you didn't tell me who you are. Are you by any chance Master Hand?"
"Yes—
How original.
—but answer me when I tell you to!" It snapped (not literally) at her human-like insolence. She shot up again in return
"Okay, that day I went to school for an exam… I stayed up really late—like an all-nighter." She chuckled at the memory, "Is that weird enough for you? Because that was never something I've never done before, so I find it very weird."
"No, not really." It admits to her, "Can you name me something else?"
She pondered about it for the moment, recurring back to that ridiculous dream, "I had a weird dream. Does that help?"
Master Hand stops, dead-weight floating in his tracks to think (?), "Did it have anything to do with this predicament."
Pondering again, she scrapes for the remnants of that memory in the back of her mind.
"I don't think so."
"Hmm… I thought not." The hand nodded, "Dreams aren't computerized or biological. So, they wouldn't really explain this example of collision between the two sparring concepts…"
Alexis stared at it blankly; she had little understanding of big words. This conversation with the giant hand was starting to make her brain hurt.
"English, please?"
"What I said holds no significance, simply because no matter the dream; you being here, is impossible." The hand sighs (?), "I have to find a way to get you out of here, human."
"Please and thank you." She crossed her arms, expectantly of the hand, "How are we going to get out of here?"
"I…" Master Hand holds his word.
"SPEAK!" Alexis demanded, submissively mimicking the hand from before. Passive it was enough to go unnoticed by the 'god-like' character hovering before and around her.
"I don't know." It confesses, "But I'm going to get to the bottom of this before it's too late."
"… Too late?" the human-girl questions anxiously. The words 'too' and 'late' put together could never be a good thing…
"Yes, unfortunately. You being brought here inside your own copy of the game has effected it greatly. You are a virus inside the game that is being played by someone in your house now, changing the game itself, having you become one of these playable characters. It's only a matter of time before you dematerialize into data. And as data, you will be transmitted to the Central Hub, through the internet, where you will become a permanent character in this version of the Franchise for everyone to play as."
Alexis silenced herself from saying anything else stupid, but instead, but pieces together of the jumbling technological terms it just said (?).
The hand patiently waited as she pondered to herself. She had so many questions in her head right now that she wanted to ask the seemingly all-knowing Master Hand.
How come I couldn't move when that elf-guy was trying to kill me?
Why was the elf trying to kill me?
Heck, why was everyone trying to kill me?
How come my friends don't remember me at all?
Does anyone remember me?
Where exactly am I, right now?
What the heck is the Central Hub?
What happens to me after I get transferred there?
How long am I going to be in this game for?
… "What are you thinking, mortal? We should hurry, the player is facing against me in the Final Round." the hand explains to her, and out of all the important questions that she had to ask, she asked something that concerned her stay here, as opposed to her escape.
This question goes out to you, Karen.
"… So there's no Smash Mansion in all of this, is there?" Alexis questions, leading the hand into bewilderment.
"What on Earth made you think that?" it questioned her. Master hand would have face-palmed… if it even had a face. Alexis was reluctant to reply to that one, as the source of that hypothesis seemed invalid, even to her.
As it on cue, the Hand shuttered slightly, leaving the girl curious as to why.
Why? Because the hovering figure felt the slight adjustment of coding in the binary setup, after all, the human wasn't fully a player model yet, claiming her still a virus—a game changer…
After completing Classic Mode with Donkey Kong, the epic battle against Master Hand exhausted the lad, so he decided for a 2 minute match before he shut off the new system for the night.
Jordan selected Mega Man for the next fight, against Princess Peach and Lucario. His eyes lingered about the screen, when he noticed a stage completely unfamiliar.
He doesn't remember unlocking a Smash Mansion stage…
The boy shivered at unknown causes, but things certainly felt stranger, but he couldn't put his finger on it…
Maybe it's the AC.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Jeesh, that was a tough chapter to do, with all that action and the shifting perspective between two realities. Anyway, next chapter I promise you that we will indeed actually introduce characters, and this convention will all take place at the Smash Mansion.
Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment. I look forward to compliments or critiques, I appreciate both. Also, since this is a parody (mostly), I may or may not have offended someone without intending to, and if I did, please let me know, and I can try and arrange an for alternative effect.
And please, please let me know if you found the switch between realities confusing, I'll try and find something as an alternative to switch between them
Heed my warning, I may update slowly, given that University is, let me tell you, they give a heavy workload. But, if this story is thoroughly enjoyed, I will try and complete the story as best as I can.
~Rocky :)