(A/N: Hey Everyone! It's your favorite blue-shelled Koopa, Kooper here and I welcome you to my 2nd Fanfic: Sucked into the Smash Universe! I believe that this will be an interesting story as I'll be inserting myself and a couple of my friends in this story. (who I'll introduce throughout the story) Also to anyone who is still reading my first fanfic, Don't worry. it isn't discontinued, it's taking a bit longer to write since i'm trying something new that a reviewer suggested. It's probably going to take a while before i get it done. So to keep you (and me) from dying from waiting, I give you the first chapter of "SSU"!


Have you ever wondered what it would be like to jump into a video game? To be in your favorite character's footsteps and experience their adventure first-hand? I was one of those kids, the ones that always had problems keeping fiction from spilling into reality. I had always imagined what it would be like to jump high like Mario, to run fast like Sonic, or to have Kirby's ability to copy anything that he swallowed. As always, I believed these would stay as dreams. But after what had happened that day, it had proved a famous saying:

Nothing is impossible...


Chapter 1: An Eventful Day


BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The sound of my alarm clock forced my hand to lazily tap the dresser that my alarm was perched on. After a minute of mindlessly tapping and knocking various objects over, I finally smacked the snooze button on my alarm clock, halting the obnoxious beeping sound. Groaning, I rolled out of my bed and flopped onto the ground, waking me up instantly. I got up and looked around my room. My room was an average-sized bedroom with my bed being on the far left of it with another bed on the far right, just in case if I had a guest over. Near the front of the room was a plasma screen TV, perched on top of a TV stand with an opening in the front in order to store stuff. And in it was where i would place my glorious gaming systems. I had the PlayStation 3 out since most of my single-player games were for it, and i haven't invited anyone over for a while. The rest of my gaming systems were in the closet located to the left of my TV and in a bin I had found when I was cleaning the attic at one point.

Anyway, I got up and dragged my feet into the closet and closed the door slightly in order to hide from potential embarrassment from my Grandma if she were to walk in as I only had a pair of boxers on at the moment. After a few minutes, I had finally acquired a decent outfit which consisted of a red Polo shirt with white stripes traveling horizontally across my shirt, a pair of blue jeans and to finish my outfit, I decided to go with a normal grey hoodie. I then proceeded to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was a black teen, 16 years old with a baby-like face, as my friends had called it, and had very short black hair. I spent five minutes cleaning my face and doing other bathroom things before trotting downstairs into the kitchen in order to grab a quick snack for the road and snag my backpack, which was heavy as I carried around many objects in the bag. Everyone else couldn't pick up my bag, but they were astonished to see me pick it up easily with one hand and sling it on my back with no problem. After shouting goodbye to my grandma, who responded back with the same thing, I rushed out the door and ran for the bus that was waiting outside.

On the bus, things were the same as they were every morning; people falling asleep and doing homework that they refused to do the past night before. I sighed as I slumped into my seat and wondered what mind-numbing lessons the teachers had in store for us at school. After 30 minutes, the bus had pulled up to our school and the bus driver had to call us, since everyone was either asleep or busy at the moment, to get off the bus. I walked off the bus and strolled into the front door of my high school. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a crushing bear hug from one of my friends, Dylan. Dylan was a tall, slightly burly, mixed kid that I had known for about 7 years. He was known for his random outbursts and general craziness, kinda like Ed off of that show I used to watch before it stopped coming on. He was wearing a black "Of Mice And Men" T-shirt and black jeans. As his shirt implied, he was into heavy metal, something which I disliked heavily but I never judged him or my other friends who were also into bands like that... At least out loud.

"Hi KT!" Dylan greeted me after he released my neck as that was what he could reach on me without bending down.

"Hi, Dylan..." I said, massaging my neck. "What's up?"

"Nothing really... Just hanging out here until school starts," Dylan answered me, shrugging.

"Ahh. Well is anyone else here yet?" I questioned him, referring to the other 3 people who were a part of our group. He shook his head in response.

"Well let's head to the band room and wait for them," I said as I started walking towards the stairs, Dylan close behind. When we reached the Band room, I saw that a few kids sitting in there but our usual spot was open as always, so we strolled over there and plopped down next in an area with cubbyholes where people could place their instruments. We were where my instrument was, along with the other low brass instruments. Dylan stretched himself along the floor while I decided to lean on my baritone case, peeking at my phone, and saw an unread message in my notifications. Curious, I peeked at it and saw a message from Jackson, one of the members of our group. Apparently, he had caught a bad cold today and had to miss out on school. Bummer...

"So, what are you planning to do after school today?" I asked Dylan, pocketing my phone and glancing at him. Dylan flailed for a moment before he ended up sitting Indian-style on the floor and shrugged in response.

"Me either," I admitted, sighing. "Maybe the other guys will have an idea of what to do,"

"To do what?"

Me and Dylan turned our heads to the owner of the voice. It was our other friend, Austin. Austin was the 3rd person (or well, 4th since I mentioned Jackson,) in our group and was also the youngest. Austin was white, slightly built, and had a full goatee on his face, making him look older than he actually was. Today, he was wearing a plaid shirt with blue, dark blue, and red on it and regular blue jeans. He plopped down next to Dylan, who gave him a bone-crushing hug as well.

"Dylan.. Need... Air..." Austin managed to say due to the lack of air his lungs were receiving. Dylan chuckled and then released Austin, who caught his breath.

"Dylan, you are going to kill someone if you keep doing that," Austin said.

"So?" was Dylan's reply, making me and Austin facepalm in response. "My mom always said to kill them with kindness,"

"I don't think she actually meant to kill them..." Austin deadpanned.

"I don't care,"

"You should. Because if you kill me, I'll haunt you for as long as you'll live." I playfully threatened, Austin snickering in the background. He was about to smack me with his long arms but he stopped to say "Hi Jordan!" I whirled around to look. Sure enough, Jordan was standing there looking at Dylan like he had lost his mind. (Which wasn't out of the realm of possibilities) Jordan was the last member of our group and was the oldest. (I was the third oldest as Dylan had me by a couple of months) Jordan was white, slightly taller than me and Austin, and was noticeably... uh, round. While Jordan looked threatening, he was a big softy once you got to know him. Jordan was wearing a black T-shirt with a skull smoking a cigarette and camo shorts. He also had a Harley Davis jacket.

"Hey guys," He said.

"Sup Big Guy," "Hi Stay Puff!" "Hey Jordo," We all greeted him with our own nicknames for him. Jordan glared at Dylan before sitting down next to me.

"So," He started, looking at me, "anything special planned today?"

I sighed before I muttered, "I was hoping you or Austin had any ideas,"

"None that come to mind..." Jordan trailed off as he started thinking.

"Me either..." Austin mumbled. Dylan must have had an idea because he was shaking me vigorously to get my attention.

"What! WHAT!" I yelled out loud, smacking his hand away.

"you know..." Dylan started, making me raise my eyebrow in confusion, "I've never been to your house before.."

"Neither have I..." "Same here.." The other two mumbled softly.

"So?" I asked, still not getting what he was implying. Dylan had a bored look on his face.

"I thought you were the smart one! Figure it out!" Dylan spat out. Frowning, I thought for a second.

"Well... do you want to come over then?... I guess?" I asked questionably. Dylan's face brightened as he, yet again, hugged me very tightly and said, "Yes!" I yelled in agony before he dropped me.

"Ugh..." I groaned as I laid on the ground face-first. I felt Jordan wrap one of his tree trunk arms around me and hoisted me on his shoulders. Sometimes, it bothered me deeply how people could easily pick me up like this, but I disregarded the thought as Jordan, along with Austin and Dylan following us, walked out of the band room and went to our first period.


After 7 hours of school...

The bell for dismissal finally rang, making my fellow classmates cheer slightly as we all flocked out towards the hallway. I went to the front door and went to the side to wait for my friends. Sure enough, I saw them walking up to me. I met them halfway so we could plan what to do.

"OK. So during lunch, I called my grandma and she says y'all can stay for the weekend." I told them. Everyone cheered.

"My mom said she has no problem with it," Austin informed us.

"Same with my mom, she said you're a safe person to be with," Dylan admitted.

"Geez, I wonder why? Oh, that's right, because I keep you from endangering your life all the time!" I said sarcastically, ignoring the sign Dylan flashed me.

"Do I even have to say it? My mom loves you," Jordan bluntly stated. If my face wasn't dark, they would have seen me blush slightly. Clearing my throat to cover my embarrassment, I ushered everyone to the bus, where we got on and sat down in the first two seats. Austin and Dylan shared a seat while I had to share a seat with Jordan, who barely fitted in a seat by himself. Needless to say, I was being crushed to the wall of the bus.

"How are you doing back there?" Jordan asked me as he looked back as best as he could, a smug grin on his face. I responded by landing a swift elbow to his side, earning a grunt in response. I huffed and thought of unpleasant things about him before the bus started moving.

"So Kimani," Austin called over to me, "what can we do once we get over to your house?"

I muttered something, but Jordan's body muffled the sound.

"He said that we can play his games when we get there," Jordan translated.

Dylan pushed Austin back to the wall, who started curing Dylan out in Italian, (Austin was half Italian and I understood a handful of it) then asked, "Do you have Super Smash Bros. Brawl ?"

"He said yeah," Jordan said after hearing my muffled answer. We spent the rest of the bus ride chatting, (Jordan was on translating duty since I couldn't talk at the moment) before the bus finally pulled up to our stop and allowed us to exit. I gasped as I got off, stretching my aching body. Jordan patted me on the back, almost knocking me over.

"At least you wouldn't leave me standing on the bus," Jordan said.

"Yeah, you're lucky I'm such a good person..." I responded, rolling my eyes. It was true, no one else would have given him a seat. We walked towards my house and after I unlocked the front door, we went inside where I proceeded to call my grandmother to see if she was home. I didn't get an answer so I guess she stepped out for a moment.

"Well, this is my house," I said, raising my arms in the air.

"Woah..." The three of them said.

"I didn't think your house was this big..." Jordan muttered.

"Yeah. Me, my grandmother, mom, and a bunch of my cousins helped build it," I answered, shrugging. After they got over their initial shock, we went upstairs to my room.

"Err... No offense Kimani... but it's kinda small for the 4 of us..." Austin trailed off after he saw the size of my room. I bristled in response and whirled around to face him.

"I know that! We just came upstairs so I could grab the games!" I exclaimed, causing Austin to wave his hands in defense. I huffed before I went over to my closet and snagged the bin full of games and systems, grunting in effort as I picked it up.

"So where are we going then?" Dylan innocently asked me.

"The basement," I answered, exiting the room. When we went downstairs to the basement, everyone's face, except for mine and Jordan's, (His basement was sorta like this as well) dropped as they saw my basement. My basement was the size of a typical living room. With a couch capable of fitting 4 people on it, 3 with Jordan being one, a recliner to the left of it, and a rocking chair, which I had thought was weird, and a 32' Plasma screen, it was the ideal place for us to hang out.

"This...is...AWESOME!" Dylan squealed in excitement, making everyone cover their ears.

"Dibs!" Austin shouted as he dove to the couch. Jordan shoved Dylan out of the way and sat down next to Austin, making him fall into Jordan when the couch cushion dipped towards him. Dylan, after smacking Jordan in the head, just plopped into the recliner. I rolled my eyes at them before I took the tub and sat it down in front of the TV. I then dug out the Wii, cords, and Wii-Motes before I hooked up the Wii to the TV. Once I was done, I picked up the controllers and showed them to my friends. I already had dibs on the red one as red was my favorite color. Jordan reached for the black one, but Dylan snagged it before him, making him growl. He then looked at the other two and chose the blue one. Austin was left with the green one which he happily took. We turned towards the TV as it displayed the title screen. I went through all the menus until it showed the character selection screen.

"All right Dyl, let's see how good you are," I challenged.

"Bring it!" Dylan returned as he picked Captain Falcon, causing me to groan. It's not that I couldn't handle him ... But Captain's speed and power were aggravating to deal with.

"Hmm.." I pondered as I thought who could counter Cap. I decided to go with Mario just for the heck of it.

"That doesn't surprise me..." Jordan said as he picked Bowser, which everyone saw coming as our facial expressions showed it. He put me and Austin in a choke hold since he could reach us while he sent Dylan a death glare, which he more or less ignored.

"Gurk!" Austin gagged as he chose Diddy, who was his favorite character. Since we had all our characters, I chose the stage, Final Destination, and the game started.


Somewhere unknown...

"I don't know what to do..." A figure said dejectedly. It seemed to be floating. Another figure floated next to him and put what had seemed like a giant index finger on the first person...or thing.

"Don't worry brother, we will find more allies," The second figure said in a slightly insane voice.

"I hope you're right, Crazy," The figure said before an alarm went off.

"Bro, it seems more humans are playing," The figure known as Crazy said, causing Master to sigh as he floated toward the giant screen. When the light from the screen flashed on him, it was revealed that he was a giant white glove. This was Master Hand, Master of the Smash Universe. The other floating hand was his more insane brother, Crazy Hand. Master Hand was the one who made the Smash Tournament, A tournament designed to pit Heroes from distant lands against each other. In the first Smash Tournament, He was able to get 8 heroes to enter. The second one was better than the last one as they had at least twenty heroes at that time. Now, it was around that time for the 3rd Annual Smash Tourney and this year was the biggest as 50 heroes had signed up this year. But sadly, a dark power had risen from the depths of Subspace and taken over the land. Master and Crazy, as well as the Smashers, had tried to stop it, but it used a special attack that left Master weakened and Crazy had to teleport his brother to safety. As for the Smashers, they were turned into trophies and scattered around the land. Master and Crazy couldn't leave the Smash Manson, where the Smashers lived for the time being, and search for them since the dark power could track their unique energy levels. Master then had the idea to possibly recruit the help of otherworldly heroes in order to help them. However, finding the right ones had been a hassle and they were running out of time. Master sighed before he turned his attention towards the match in front of him. The Mario player was starting out well as he dodged every one of Captain Falcon's attacks and countered with his own. The Captain Falcon player was launching a barrage of attacks towards Mario, making him dodge more than he intended to. The Cap. landed a devastating Falcon Kick to Mario's face, launching him off the stage. Mario fought back by using his cape to stall in the air, using F.L.U.D.D. to push him closer to the edge before finally using his Super Jump Punch in order to snag the edge. He then dropped kicked Cap in the chest, knocking him away before Mario chased after him.

"Ahh. Clever" Master muttered, watching the Captain fire a Falcon Punch towards the approaching Mario, only to have the attack parried.

"Meh. It was OK I guess. Not violent enough," Crazy said, making Master sweatdrop as they started focusing on Bowser and Diddy. Diddy was abusing Bowser from the air as he kept pounding on him from above. The Bowser player seemed to have had enough because he started to viciously attack Diddy with a series of attacks, ending with a powerful Headbutt. It ended up knocking Diddy out.

"Hmm... I like that Bowser's style," Crazy said deviously.

"Of course you do. Diddy was doing good too, using his dexterity to his advantage vs a powerhouse like Bowser." Master admired as he saw Bowser pound his way over to the other two and fried them with his Fire Breath. Mario drop-kicked Bowser in the snout before Fire Punching Capt. in the face, ending him when he Meteor Smashed him down past the platform. Mario and Bowser charged at each other. Mario slid under Bowser, popping him up into the air before flip-kicking him and smashing him down with a Meteor Smash. Bowser quickly got up and used his Whirling Fortress attack to knock away Mario before jumping over him and striking him with a Bowser Bomb attack, almost killing him. Mario did a Ukami to stop his momentum and ran towards Bowser. Bowser used his Fire Breath while Mario fought back with F.L.U.D.D. Mario's attack didn't do any damage but it pushed Bowser off the edge. Before Bowser could tuck in his shell in order to do his Whirling Fortress attack. Mario Head Stooled him, making him fall off and die.

"..." "..." The two hands were speechless from that last maneuver.

"Ooh! Can we pick those four?!" Crazy exclaimed, snapping Master out of his trance.

"...Hmm. Yes, I think those four would be a safe bet," Master nodded.

"Well, shall we?" Crazy said, making a gun shape with his body.

"Let's," Master said as he lined up with Crazy. The two beings charged up energy to their pointer fingers before firing a white beam at the screen.


Back in the real world

"YES!" I yelled as I danced around in victory. "Eat it Dylan and Jordan!" The two looked at each other before coming after me. I yelped then ran away, the two close after me. Austin face palmed before he saw the TV switch off. Confused, He went to turn it back on, but then the TV flashed a bright white light, blinding him for a second.

"GUYS!" Austin shouted, making Jordan and Dylan (I was tucked under Jordan's arm) come over. Austin pointed franticly at the TV. Jordan dropped me harshly on the ground before walking up to the TV, Dylan doing the same thing. I groaned as I got up.

"...What did you do?" I asked Austin, who shrugged in response. We all inched closer to the TV before it flashed again, this time sucking us in with us screaming the whole way.


(A/N: Well, that was the first chapter of SSU. Sorry if it felt kinda slow paced, but the next chapter will have a bit more action)