The Dark World

A dimension away from the Smashverse sat the Dark World. Villains and scoundrels of all kinds fought, gambled, and debauched themselves in wait of the time that they would strike on the Smash World and conquer all dimensions.

But Genesis Rhapsodo just wanted to read his book.

This wasn't the first time he'd been summoned to the impossibly long conference table in the highest building in all the land by this squirrel king, but it there was no news, he swore it'd be the last. Casting a quick glance around, he knew he wasn't the only one who had had enough, as grimaces were plastered all around. Even his best friend Angeal, who was unflappable no matter the circumstance, seemed annoyed.

King Conker made his entrance from a side door, the girl squirrel on his arm in a gaudy yoga outfit as usual.

"You had best summoned us for a reason Squirrel King," snarled Andross, the air expelled from the giant head's nostrils blowing the hair of the villains on the other side of the table asunder.

"We have a timeline folks," was all Conker said.

The annoyed frowns of everyone at the table melted immediately, everyone shooting glances at everyone else, not wanting to be the first. to emote about it, Spritius, the man who had recently appeared with villains from Cloud's multiversal past in tow, was the first to speak.

"Soon," he snarled, "The world will be tamed by a cruel heart."

"If you'd all stow your monologues for a moment," snapped Eggman Nega, "You haven't answered the question. How long must we wait?"

"Six days," Conker said, "They've narrowed it down to their finalists, Luigi and Sephiroth."

"Joy," grumbled Medusa, rolling her eyes, "A guy that betrayed us and a guy who's villain got their stupid asses erupted."

An all too familiar laugh erupted. A room full of tyrants and genocidal maniacs winced.

"Dear goddess," hissed the man in question, Kefka, "I've done this all before. The pretty boy wasn't needed."

"And the plan is still to turn the heroes into zombies, correct?" asked Albert Wesker.

"One of them,"

Conker snapped his clawed fingers. A projection appeared on the opposite wall. An angelic figure watched over a military of many different beings, running drills as far into the horizon as Genesis could see.

"Tabuu is overseeing the training of yer usual goons, and…" Conker announced, anticipation dripping in his voice.

Conker snapped his fingers again. This time, a formless, dark cloud stood floated in space, the face of an animal snapping in vain at perceived threats

Eggman Nega leaned forward in his seat his smug expression replaced by one of eye-bulging shock

"Egads!" croaked the scientist, " The Time Eater?"

"Yup!" Conker cheered, "It manifested in a universe closer to home, not all bloated on time energy that we couldn't catch it. That's right my friends, suffer in the past no more. We will utilize our troops, and Wesker's reanimation technology to build a bona fide army of Smashers."

"Our Smashers will eliminate the competition when they clashed," Gruntilda, sat at one of the upper corners of the table added

Taking a swig from a flask, Conker continued, "We will eliminate what was, what is, and what will be, all in the service of a perfect world for us all."

Cheers erupted. Even Genesis,m who's belief had waned in recent weeks, clapped.

Smash City

Toad Highlands Golf Course

Hole 2

1230

Among the Super Smash Brothers, ideas had a habit of becoming reality too fast for Luigi. Between Mario's hyperactive imagination, and the Toad magic being able to make those wild imaginations come true, the most elaborate of events sprung up without much notice.

This time, it was a charity golf tournament, and it seemed to materialize faster than all the rest, with many Smashers and esteemed guests agreeing immediately. Of course, it didn't help that Daisy had demanded all of his attention last night, so much so that he'd barely remembered anything after the matches.

A chill whistled over the hill they stood on.

"Of all the cracker shit these people have me doin'," mumbled Barret Wallace.

That snapped Luigi back into reality. They were on the Toad Highlands course. He, Barret, and the male members of Star Fox were in a group of six. He and the man with the metal arm stood off to the side. Peppy was up, but he seemed more interested in drinking beer out of the cooler and chatting with his friends, much like they had decades earlier when Mario had opened the dimensional floodgates for a golf tournament.

"You wouldn't believe what Congresswoman Luna said to me. Barely a puppy an' talkin' to me like that," slurred Peppy

"Surprised you could focus, those eyebrows man," Falco laughed.

"Not to mention those scary eyes. I don't think I've ever seen her blink,." Slippy shivered

Luigi didn't mind The longer he was kept off the radar of the buzzed Star Fox Team the better.

Peppy's swing was abrupt, a wild swing Luigi would expect out of someone like Wario or Donkey Kong. The old man's ball careened into a sand trap.

"Fuggin' wind," Peppy slurred,

The sigh that emanated form Barret was so powerful it almost blew Luigi over from behind. The man lumbered to his post, a few inches further from where Peppy had been. Much as he had at the beginning of the day, Luigi admired Barret's poise with a club. Barret had mumbled something about having to master balancing with a machine gun grafted into his skin, and that his new cybernetic hand had better fine motor skills than the one he'd been born with, but Luigi knew there was more to the story, but Barret had seemed embarrassed.

"Yo Barret," Falco shouted, chugging yet another unlabeled can from the cooler, "What's with that outfit?"

They'd been joshing him about it since they started a scant few minutes ago, and only now did the big man speak. Luigi had wondered why he was wearing a golfing hat, a green polo, and orange pants, but he preferred his head attached to his neck.

"Cloud an' Tifa picked it out for me," he grumbled.

"Does one of them Materia make you color blind son?" Peppy chided.

Barret smacked the ball, upheaving a patch of grass. It lacked the distance of Barret's drives on the previous hole, sliding him perfectly into the sand trap that held Peppy's ball.

"I'm about to throw whatever the hell you fools are drinkin' into the sun."

Barret stomped over to the cooler, opening it to pear inside. Immediately, he began to laugh so loudly that birds flew out of nearby trees for seemingly miles around.

"What?" he asked Barret

Barret retrieved a can, holding it high.

"Sex on the Beach" the label read.

"Slippy!" Fox barked, "I told you to take the labels off."

"YOU IDIOTS ARE GETTING THAT DRUNK OFF OF SCHNAPPS?"

The Star Fox Team shrunk in embarrassment.

"YUFFIE CAN CLEAN OUT A BARREL OF THE SHIT AND SHE'S 85 POUNDS SOAKIN' WET?" Barret roared in between heaves of laughter.

Luigi laughed, interlocking his hands behind his head.

Speakin' of, Luigi thought, I wonder how the girls are doin' right now.

Hole 3

"It's all about technique!"

Dorothea Arnault threaded lightning in between her ring and index finger. Her mind flashed back to a Garreg Mach fishing retreat, where Sylvain had repeated the phrase over and over again in some vain attempt to flirt.

This time it was Daisy of Sarasaland, the den mother of hrt new group of friends, earnestly trying to encourage both Edelgard and Yuffie, both of whom had walloped the ball out of bounds so often that they trailed behind the entire field.

Despite her repeated instructions, Yuffie hacked the ball as she had. And despite that, Daisy's cheery demeanor didn't falter.

"And that's another one out of bounds," she said.

"You sound so defeatist," chided Yuffie, "I could still win this."

"Aye," Captain Syrup spat, "If every other competitor was swallowed into the briny deep."

Dorthea snickered, "You have such a way with words Captain."

"So you've said," grunted Syrup. "But I don't believe it."

Again Dorothea laughed.

"Truly," she began, her voice full of a stage narrator's magnitude, "If you were to cut me open with that cutlass of yours, within my heart you would find a secret door filled with everything you've ever said, adorned with all manner of expensive, metals."

Captain Syrup's face immediately flushed a ghostly white. With her current beau being Waluigi of all people, being flirted with was as rare as the passage of a comet, which made it all the more fun for the perpetually flirty songstress to catch the pirate off guard.

"Are you always like this?" asked the sixth member of their group, Krystal, making her way to her ball.

Edelgard strode up to her songstress beloved, taking her hand, "You get used to it."

"I suppose you do," Krystal nodded, smacking the ball with perfect form, "I despise it, however."

Edelgard cocked her head, making her way over to the thick brush where her ball had been placed.

"Why is that?" she said, disinterestedly tapping the ball onto better-manicured ground.

"It reminds me of an ex I had," she said simply.

"Oooh! Spill that tea girl!" Yuffie shouted.

Krystal eyed the rest of the girls with suspicion, but Daisy remained undeterred.

"First rule of the Daisy Chain," she declared, "We always spill tea."

"I can't believe we're calling it that," growled Syrup.

Dorothea chuckled. She found her ball, took her stance, and paused, glancing behind her.

"Shouldn't you swing your club," Edlgard asked, a sarcastic smirk already forming.

"Are you mad woman?" teased Dorothea, "There's juicy gossip to be had."

Krystal sighed, "It's truly not that impressive. I dated Panther Caruso of Star Wolf for a a while."

"One of Wolf's men?" Edelgard asked.

Krystal nodded, Edelgard's expression visibly sour.

"Oh dear," said Dorothea, "But the past is the past."

As if to punctuate her point, she swung the club, sending the ball far and away.

"Let's take our time on this hole girls," Daisy explained, "I really don't want to run into Sephiroth's group."

Yuffie gagged, "Neither do I. I hope he's having a bad time."

Hole 4

"So that's how I stole an entire sarcophagas from the pyramid."

"WAHAHAHA! I'VE-A BEEN LOOKIN' TO PULL SUCH A HEIST FROM DAISY'S-A KINGDOM MYSELF!"

Sephiroth watched as two thieves, Wario and Rouge the Bat yammered on. He glanced to Omega and Shadow, the robot and the hedgehog standing stoic.

"Are they always like this?" Sephiroth growled

"From Smashville to London to Tokyo," Shadow sighed.

Sephiroth winced right as Wario smashed the ball into the horizon.

"HA!" Wario bellowed, "BEAT THAT BAT GIRL!"

Rouge lined up her ball, knocking it into the air with a well-practiced swing.

"Read 'em and weep fatty," smirked Rouge.

"Impressive," Sephiroth nodded.

Shadow gave a disapproving grunt.

"Your accelerated heartbeat out of anger is not necessary Shadow," Omega blurted.

"Can it Omega," snapped Shadow.

"I will not," Omega declared, "Given the statistics available, Sephiroth is correct The average shot on the first shot of the fourth hole is…"

"Sass me again and I'll reset you to factory settings," Shadow pointed his golf club threateningly at his robot friend.

Rouge scoffed, "Will you two idiots ever let me have anything?"

Wario cackled. Omega stepped up next, finding his ball, blathering a mathematical equation as he set up his shot.

"Sonic and his ilk don't golf often," Sephiroth explained, glancing at Rouge, "So how did you get so good at it?"

Rouge smiled, "My job often puts me in the company of wealthy people. How do you fit in with them? You learn to play golf."

Sephiroth nodded. Soon, only Omega's equation rang in the air. Rouge's smile faded, confusion crossing her expression.

"Why do you ask handsome?"

"Because once I win the tournament, I too will need a hobby that allows me to fit in with that ilk.?

Rouge rolled her eyes, "Sure you will honey."

"You doubt me?" Sephiroth growled, his brow furrowed.

"I've seen a million megalomaniacs like you who coast. On the other wing, I've seen Luigi in the gym for every Olympics we competed in. Nobody tries harder than him, and that's why he's going to win."

"…equals 170 yards," Omega finally finished, hitting his ball.

"All zat for a simple swing-a?" Wario balked.

Shadow looked unphased, "It's been worse before."

"Mama Mia," Wario snorted, "Sephiroth, get up here before I get a migrane."

Sephiroth marched up to his ball without hesitating, picking it up and dropping it. In one movement, he dropped his golf club, unsheathed the Masamune, and sliced his golf ball in half.

"I'm done," Sephiroth snarled, "And I'm going to go train."

His single wing unfurled, and the son of Jenova took to the air.

"Well that was fun," Rouge said coyly, barely heard over Wario's bellowing laughter, "Just like riling up Knuckles."

"Except," Shadow added, "You may have doomed the twerp in green."

"If I have," Rouge explained, shrugging, "That's his problem."