The Smash Mansion was a massive building, separate of all other game worlds. In fact, the Super Smash Bros world was another video game world on its own. During Smash Season, all the other game worlds gathered around their televisions to watch the heroes of their worlds or their favorite other worlds duke it out in a friendly match of wit, skill, power, strength, and talent. Even villains joined in this activity. However, there was one world where Super Smash Bros. was an even bigger smash hit.

A young girl with natural brown hair and bright blue eyes enjoyed playing Super Smash Bros. and the games that all of the characters originated from. She knew about Kid Icarus; her favorite series, Pokemon; the all-popular Mario; Kirby; Sonic; Legend of Zelda; Xenoblade Chronicles; Pac-Man; and even Animal Crossing. Then there were the games she wasn't as familiar with, such as Metroid, Ice Climber the old Nintendo arcade game, F-Zero (where Captain Falcon originated), Bayonetta, Fire Emblem (a good portion of the characters in Super Smash Bros.), Donkey Kong, Star Fox, Duck Hunt, Punch-Out!, Mega Man, Game-and-Watch, Earthbound, Pikmin, Street Fighter, and Metal Gear. There were many for her to yet discover, yet she knew of some better than others. For instance, Pikmin, Donkey Kong, Earthbound, Fire Emblem, and Ice Climber were all more familiar to her than everything else (though she still tried her best to learn them all). Overall, she enjoyed playing as such diverse characters with such differing worlds.

Often, she even wondered what her powers would be, should she ever be in there. The girl was a pacifist, so it had to be a harmless power that would affect the fighters in every way possible besides damaging. Like trapping them or recruiting them to join her for about a minute or two. She ultimately decided on a paint-based power, as the girl was very artistic and loved being creative. Thinking up eight creative ways to trap her opponents (one for all the colors of the rainbow plus cyan and pink) was no easy task, but ultimately she was glad with her creation.

This girl's name was Chara Ahsila and she loved any Nintendo game thrown her way.

Currently, Chara was trying to customize her Mii Fighter self, who had pink hair and blue eyes and fought as a swordfighter. She had done research and understood that the Mii Swordfighter was the second-to-worst Smash Character out of 58 characters, but she didn't care. She enjoyed playing as it despite that because it allowed her to be a part of something she enjoyed very much.

After she chose her stats and customized her moves, she was done and ready. She liked the standard outfit she had with her Mii character because it was simple and to the point. Why dress like a Samurai or ninja when Chara wasn't even interested in that kind of thing?

She had her character enter the field, where she fought three random computers. One of them was Kirby, another was Ness, and the third was Pit. Chara was lucky she could play against characters she loved so much.

"3... 2... 1... GO!" the in-game announcer said as everyone spawned in.

Immediately, it seemed Ness came after her. He attacked with a baseball bat, but Chara's Mii dodged and jumped over Ness's head straight to Kirby, who came after her as well. Mii slashed at Kirby and damaged him a bit, but Kirby retaliated with some punches and kicks of his own. This continued for a while; Chara mashed the controls, unsure of quite what she was doing, and eventually, she beat all the computers. they were on Normal Mode, however, and Chara knew that she wasn't nearly as skilled as many great players in her world. In fact, she was fairly positive that she was one of the worst. Though she did do decent with Luigi on Super Smash Bros. Brawl and even beat one of her skilled friends who mained Meta Knight, the best character in that game.

At the end of the game, Chara came to the main screen when she gained an achievement. "New Smasher Unlocked!", it said. She smiled, wondering what Smasher she unlocked this time, having forgotten in her mind that she had already downloaded everyone.

"Charr! There's someone here who wants to see you!" Chara heard her little sister, Bethany, open the door a while back and speak to the mailman. Chara put down her console confusedly.

"Are you sure?" she asked. She was only fourteen years old; not nearly old enough to be an adult. Their mom was out working, so Chara's older brother, Jack, was the oldest, but no visitor had ever asked for a specific child in the family unless it was a friend from school.

"Yeah. He's got a letter specifically for you," Bethany said.

That doesn't seem right...

Chara walked to the front door, where she saw the mailman with a letter in his hands. "It was specifically requested to be hand-delivered to you," he said.

Chara took the letter into her hand and nearly reeled at the Smash seal holding the letter shut. "T-thank... you..." Chara said in utter shock.

The man chuckled at Chara's response and waved to Bethany, who closed the door, then left.

Bethany glanced over Chara's shoulder and gasped. "JACK! JACK, CHARR WAS INVITED TO SMASH BROS.!" she cried.

"You're joking!" came his voice from upstairs.

"No, no! Come look!" Bethany exclaimed. "She even got a letter and everything!"

Jack's bedroom door flew open and he stumbled down the stairs, ripping the letter out of Chara's hands.

"Hey!" Chara protested.

Jack looked over the seal and opened the letter, reading through it all. Chara was frustrated. She wanted to be the one to read it. But it was too late now. Besides, she wasn't about to fight her older brother on this.

Jack dropped the letter. "I-it looks legit... but someone must be pranking you. I-I swear, someone is totally pranking you."

Chara picked up the letter and read through the whole thing. It had said that she would be partaking in training in order to become a fully-fledged Smash Bros. character that was not the Mii Swordfighter.

"It says here that I should pack up by midnight and that they'd pick me up from my home. Should I believe them?" Chara asked her older brother.

"Go for it!" Bethany squealed excitedly. "You'd get to be the coolest fighter around! I know you can do it!"

Bethany was only seven years old and genuinely believed Chara would become a true fighter. Meanwhile, Jack was seventeen and on his way to graduating from high school. Chara loved them both dearly and didn't want to abandon any of them. Bethany's blonde hair was different from Chara's dark hair, but her dark brown eyes were a change from Chara's bright blue ones. Jack also had brown hair, hazel eyes, and glasses. The three Ahsila siblings were huge Nintendo fans and each had their own favorite Mii fighter. Chara used the swordfighter, Jack used the Brawler, and cute little Bethany used the big, burly gunner. Chara's eyes scanned to the bottom of the page to see Master Hand's large signature in cursive, with small printed letters saying who wrote the letter. It may have been a fake, like Jack said, but Chara was gullible enough to believe that there was a small chance it was real.

"Well, I'm going to pack up today. If they pick me up at midnight, at least I'll be prepared," Chara told Jack.

"Yeah, right. Good luck with that," Jack sighed. "I'll be sure to make you an extra-large breakfast tomorrow if you don't leave."

Bethany jumped up and down giddily. "Chara, Chara, I want you to write letters from the Smash Castle!"

Chara chuckled. "I'm pretty sure it's the Smash Mansion. But I will, if I go."

Bethany squealed and bounced all around Chara joyously, making her laugh as well. Jack merely sighed and turned around. "Do what you want, Charr. I'm going back upstairs."

Chara nodded, slightly glum that her brother didn't believe the letter. Although, to be perfectly honest, he had good reason not to. "Welp," Chara sighed, ruffling Bethany's head. "Guess I'd better get packing," she said.

Bethany nodded and dashed off. Chara found herself sighing exasperatedly at the events, dropping the letter on the ground and walking back to the living room, where her 3DS was open on the ground. She pressed the A button to see who the new challenger was.

"Chara Ahsila paints the scene!" On the screen was a silhouette of a young girl with a dress, a paintbrush in hand, and something big at her side-presumably a messenger bag-and she looked like she had big cartoon-ish feet, too, like something one would see out of Strawberry Shortcake's modern adaptation in proportion to the rest of their body.

Chara sighed and closed her 3DS, not turning it off and instead leaving it on a charger for later. Now, it was time to pack up. Chara didn't think much of her appearance in the game, she was in too much shock about the invitation to her favorite world competition. She just accepted that a huge pile of information was shoved in her face and continued to pack up. First, she packed up some good snacks. Sure, her siblings could have some of them, but they'd be gone long before she returned. As Chara packed her clothing and several other necessities (including video games, art supplies, notebooks, plenty of writing and drawing utensils and even her flute and music folder), she imagined what life would be like at Smash Mansion. She was very hopeful to meet the heroes she knew and loved, but overall, she wanted to know what it was like to be a Smasher. Of course, thinking about it, she wondered why she was even part of Smash if she was a pacifist. Perhaps if she asked Master Hand, he would know...

"Dinner is ready!" called a feminine sing-song voice. Definitely Chara's mom, Leah. Leah was always known for her musical talent and love for dance. She was also one of the kindest mothers known to mankind and she made the best food.

Chara paused her packing in order to have a late dinner with her family. She knew her father would be there, likely making Bethany giggle childishly with his awesome dad jokes (which Chara greatly approves of). The young brunette walked sleepily down the stairs almost like a zombie, feeling like Kirby without food, Pit without sleep, or heck, Bowser without Peach. In her strange exhaustion, she had almost tripped on the last step of the stairs, but luckily caught herself and stuck the landing before genuinely slipping and falling. She lay on her side, her cheek resting on her hand with one knee sticking up. "Nailed it," she joked. Then she stood up, washed her hands, and sat at the table. Jack was talking about a Call of Duty meme he had found on the Internet with gruesome detail, knowing fully well that Chara strongly disliked violence (she never really hated anything because hate was a strong feeling).

"So then they turned around and shot the other guy right in the chest! And then the dying guy said, 'You had one shot... one shot... and you failed.' " With that, he howled with laughter. Chara winced and stayed silent, eating her food cautiously.

"Jack, not at the table! And besides, what have I told you about talking to us about Call of Duty?" Leah asked the brunette brother.

"Chara's just not strong enough. Eventually, I won't be there to baby her anymore," Jack countered, no longer laughing. "She needs to grow up."

"Jack, your sister is younger than you. She has far more time than you. It's you who needs to grow up. If you can't be mature, you may as well leave until we're all done," Leah scolded. "This isn't the first time and it's certainly not the last you'll be doing it until you learn your lesson. I thought you were old enough that we didn't have to keep telling you this."

"Well, that's perfect! Keep babying Chara! But when she gets her ass kicked in college, DON'T COME BLAMIN' ME!" Jack shouted at Leah.

"Stop!" Chara exclaimed. "Please, just don't fight." I don't want this to be the last memory I have of my family before we leave... But of course, she couldn't say that. How would her mother and father believe her if she said she was on her way to a video game? Jack was usually protective of her and always made sure she fit comfortable. He wasn't himself today. Chara forgave him. It wasn't his fault. Today must've just been a bad day. He was never like this. Never.

She finished eating her food in silence, a brick of guilt entering her stomach. Why did it have to be this way? She stood up and put her plate in the sink. "Thanks for the food. I'm done." Her voice was monotone and exhausted. She wasn't willing to put up with this. Jack looked stricken with guilt.

"W-wait, Charr-"

"It's alright, Jack. It's not your fault. You're not usually like this, I understand something went wrong today. I'm just going to go pack up in my room, alright? Good night." She gave her family a big, fake smile. Bethany and her father, Niko, were the only ones silent, quietly observing the situation and waiting for an opportunity to enter the conversation. Bethany gave Chara a sad wave.

"Pack? For what?" Leah asked Niko.

Niko shrugged. Chara didn't bother answering them and instead left to go upstairs. She continued packing her things, muttering angry words to herself. Sure, she was mad, but she didn't actually want to take it out on anyone. Unlike some may believe (due to Chara's normally energetic and playful personality), she was actually quite calm and collected when dealing with anger. She heard a familiar knock code on the door and instantly knew Jack was there.

"Come in," she told him.

Jack walked inside. He had guilt written all over his face. "Hey, so... if you're still here tomorrow... Mom and Dad want to take us to the waterpark. Y'know, just thought... I'd let you know." He didn't give Chara a chance to respond as he closed the door immediately. Chara turned around to face the closed door with sorrowful eyes.

What if she missed her family waterpark trip? She loved her siblings and parents dearly, so she knew that if she went to Smash, she'd certainly miss them.

She finished packing at around eleven at night, so she instantly fell asleep, not even bothering to change into her pajamas.

She dreamt of meeting a wide assortment of new guest fighters that she had never seen before; she guessed they have been entered in randomly, like her. A beautiful woman with what looked to Chara like the power of the elements appeared in the form of a silhouette, wearing seemingly strange and complex clothing. A mysterious-looking man with even more strange-looking clothing appeared beside the woman. The two seemed to be in a conflict of some sort. The man pulled things seemingly from thin air, while the woman attacked him with flames, water, earth, wind, and several other elements.

Then out of nowhere another angelic figure deposits rays of greatness onto everyone with cheer of a thousand artists; a girl just like the one on Chara's 3DS before. But her silhouette was different than the real Chara. For starters, it seemed the silhouette wasn't black, it was pale pink. The girl's hair was much different from Chara's regular hair, and looking at her once again, Chara noticed a loose strap on what she could only assume was an apron. And then by the end of her dream a devilish being that was staring directly through Chara's heart.

"Don't worry, the world has had enough pacifists like you. In the end, we all know who you're going up against." The devilish creature said casually.

"Is this... a dream?"

"Oh, you poor, naive child. Of course this is no dream. I'm not a part of your dream status, I am pirating your mind to see me! You need some practice, your low skill level won't get anywhere in the Underground." And out of nowhere, the figure bull charged Chara.

Chara's hands magically formed a sword and shield. Chara instantly ditched the sword and tried to use the shield to block incoming attacks, but they simply kept coming. Remembering the stories of people dying in their dreams, she tried the best she could, but every swing from her opponent was diminishing the shield chip by chip. The psychopath just won't stop the barrage of attacks, over and over again like waves hitting the sandy beach but about a hundred times as fast. She didn't think she could make it.

"Just give up, that's what you hope to make us do in the tournament. Isn't it?"

Every second became more difficult for her to stand her ground instead of biting the dust. The constant struggle to protect herself weakened by the minute. The shield had now been completely demolished and was spread all across the floor, a huge trail of wood stems meters in front of her. She had to start using her arms to block incoming attacks from hitting her body for serious damage. The skin from her arms peeled off as easily as fruit peels off of citrus or bananas. The pain was unbearable, but she could tell this wasn't the true amount of pain she could've felt. How could this be a dream?!

"You'll be fed to the other jackals soon, my child."

Chara's arms were in horrible shape and some throws from the knife had begun reaching Chara's body, permanently scarring her face as well. Chara struggled to hold on and remembered to try to wake up from this nightmare. But her mind has transferred to what seemed to Chara like a different world of nothing, black, death, and decay. The sword floated around Chara, trying to convince her to take it and defeat the demon murdering her on the spot. She had the choice of either breaking the pacifist truce or dying.

Never. She'd die before she hurt someone. She pushed the sword away. It was worthless to her. She would never, EVER use it to hurt ANYONE. Not even in a dream.

The sword exploded into a bright white light, which stole away Chara's vision. She was transported back to the demon fighter. However, she was all healed. The demon fighter chuckled. "Still won't fight back? My, you're a stubborn one, aren't you?"

"Not only am I stubborn," Chara stated confidently. "But I'm passionate and I'm determined to end this peacefully. You can attack me all you want. Heck, you can kill me. At least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you killed someone who chose not to fight back. And by choosing not to fight back, I'm stronger than you, and you know why?"

The demon rolled his eyes at her cheesiness. "Why? Pacifists are boring. Heck, someone might enjoy a change of pace." He grinned sickly. "I know someone who went genocidal despite being passive, wait that's you in the future."

"Because it takes strength to suppress the will to attack someone, to lash out simply because they anger you. And I am a pacifist for a reason. I'll fight you. I'll fight you without fighting you."

The demon raised his eyebrow. "And how do you intend that, dear? You're useless. You're an ordinary human with no powers. You know you're inadequate. You know that without that sword you threw away, you're worthless. So... what will you do now?"

Chara sat down, crossing her legs over one another. "I'll talk to you."

"Talk? I'm not here to talk."

Chara's mind started uplifting a beautiful flower garden, a beautiful rose throne rose beneath Chara, raising her like a queen, goddess, or more likely, an angel. Regal clothing blossomed all around her and a large shrine of golden judgement rose in between her throne and the demon, separating the two until all Chara could see of the demon was its flaring eyes.

She was in control of this dream now.

"Then what've we been doing?"

"We've been fighting."

"You've been fighting. I've been having a conversation."

The demon growled lowly. "Ehh, its called taunting. Wait, your getting into my head! Fuck off!"

"No," Chara shook her head. "Believe it or not, I know how many flaws I have with myself. For one, I have low self-esteem. It's hard for me to stay happy all the time. You, on the other hand... You have plenty of confidence. That's good, except you don't understand your faults."

He growled at her and launched another attack her way. Chara didn't move an inch. His attack didn't touch her. He narrowed his glowing eyes at Chara intimidatingly. Chara had sensed his hesitation to hit her. He wanted to hear her out. However, she decided to pretend she was the one who deflected his shot, creating angel wings that thrust the demon away.

"You're not willing to understand you're faults. You have so much confidence in yourself that you don't think twice about what you're doing wrong. You also seem to take pleasure in destroying those weaker than you rather than enjoy the challenge of someone stronger than you," Chara said swiftly, her voice echoing through her mind.

"Weaker than me? Everyone is if I still come out on top!

"And also..." Chara interrupted, standing intimidatingly.

The flower field stopped moving. Chara's queen's clothing dissipated from her body. She stared at the demon dead in the eyes, hair flaring pink and eyes narrowing angrily.

"You caused my family to have a bad day today, didn't you? What did you do to Jack?"

The demon's eyes widened. "Of course? I knew it would upset you to a point of violence, but that's in another timeline."

"Answer the question." Even though Chara was a pacifist, she was scary when she got angry. She rarely did ever get angry, but when Jack or Bethany got hurt or hurt someone else when they otherwise wouldn't have, Chara knew something was off. Jack had very rare bad days. She could instantly pick up on someone's emotions when they were lying to her or when they had gotten her mad. It was a sort of 'protective sibling mode', only more terrifying, especially coming from such a peaceful person like her.

The demon shuddered.

The dream shattered.

Chara found herself awake in the morning, with the sun shining brightly through her bedroom window. "W-what...?" she mumbled. "But what happened to Smash? I thought..." She stood up and found the unfolded letter, then re-read it one more time. It did say that it was going to send someone to pick her up at exactly midnight. Perhaps something happened? Or maybe it was as Jack said?

All just a simple, stupid prank.