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Super Smash Tournament of Power Chapter Six

***Please Note this is a Fan Fic. I do not own the copyright to any of the licensed characters or properties. This is simply for fun. Opening video is animated by Shiya Moegin***

“You disappeared again, Sonic. We couldn’t find you.”

Amy would always look at me with that weird look on her face, the one she gave me before she started being all lovey-dovey and gross. I’d always try to find a way out of the conversation, but she’d just end up chasing me until I gave her a good-enough answer.

“I went back to the battlefield,” I’d say.

“Why do they keep calling you there?” her face would get even weirder, like she was about to cry. It was so annoying. “Every time you go away, I’m afraid you won’t come back.”

“Nothing’s gonna stop me from coming back. You know that.”

She’d start digging a hole in the dirt with her foot. “Yeah, I know. I just wish you didn’t have to go. I wish one of us could come with you. Can’t you tell them that?”

I’d shrug. “I don’t decide who goes. I just wake up, and I’m there.”

I race to the other side of the arena. I’ve gotta find Inkling and tell him our plan. I meant to go to him sooner, but Meta Knight told me to talk to Link and Mario first. I’ve gotta get the message to as many people as I can before this thing starts, or it’ll get too chaotic.

No matter what part of the arena I go to, I can’t find him anywhere. I just saw him with Snake while I was finishing up with Link. Where could he have gone? I don’t see Snake anywhere either, and I start to get nervous. Are the bad guys knocking people out already? That shouldn’t be possible. The tournament hasn’t even started yet!

I spot two figures to my left behind a pillar. It’s Megaman and Pac-Man! I zoom over, and Megaman points his arm cannon at me and starts charging it.

“Hey, wait a minute!” I wave my hands in front of me. “Not here to cause trouble! I have a message from Meta Knight.”

Megaman lowers his cannon, while Pac-Man scratches his head in confusion. Good, I think they’ll listen.

“When Meta Knight gives the signal, we’re all going to stop fighting each other and attack the shadow kid,” I say. “If we all attack him at once, we should be able to stop him. What do you say?”

Megaman and Pac-Man nod. I figured they’d want to help out. The heroic types are usually pretty easy to persuade. It’s the loners like Snake and Cloud who I may have some trouble with.

I still don’t see any sign of Inkling anywhere. Man, I hope he’s okay, wherever he is! I was going to ask him to team up with me since he’s good at hiding. Maybe that’s what he’s doing now. Maybe I’ll see him when the tournament starts.

I have to make sure I survive until the end. Amy, Tails, Knuckles, even Shadow, I can’t let any of them down. I can hear them now. Just the other day, Tails and I were talking about what would happen if I got called back to fight again.

“I’ll hold down the fort like always!” Tails pumped his fist in the air as we sat on the beach. “You just do what needs to be done and come back quick, okay?”

“Yeah, no problem!” I said.

“Eventually, I’m going to join you as well.”

Tails and I turned to see Shadow leaning against a palm tree with his eyes closed.

“What do you mean, Shadow?” I asked.

“I’m not always going to be in just a supporting role,” Shadow opened his eyes, and his face took on that super serious look. He’s always so mad. I don’t get it. “Eventually, whatever calls you there will call upon me as well.”

“And how would you know?” I asked.

“Because, you’re nothing more than a plaything,” Shadow walked over to us, pointing at me, “and the master of that world likes to collect fighters. As long as you keep calling me through the Assist Trophies, I’ll eventually be recognized. And then…”

“And then what?” asked Tails.

Shadow stopped, dropping his hand to his side. “And then I can figure out what it is and destroy it.”  

Shadow’s always been kind of a weirdo, but I’m starting to wonder if he had the right idea all along. I’ve always thought about why we have to fight every time we were brought here, but it never seemed like there was any reason for it. We’d fight a few times, go toe-to-toe against some big baddie, then eventually go back to our home worlds.

“Hey, Sonic, wait up!”

I skid to a stop, waving the smoke from my shoes out of my face. I look around to see where the voice came from, but I don’t see anybody.

“Up here! Sorry, should have said something huh?”

I look up to see Pit and Palutena floating down from the sky. They both land in front of me.

“What’s up, Pit and Palutena?”

Palutena smiles at me, while Pit rushes forward and grabs my hand.

“Who are you teamed up with?” he asks. “Fake Pit went to join the bad guys, so we’re trying to form a team for when the tournament starts.”

I yank my hand back. Pit’s always really excited about something, but I’m kind of in a hurry right now. Then, what he just said dings in my mind. “The bad guys are joining forces? Well, that’s not surprising. Bad guys hate to fight alone.”

Pit nods. “So, will you join us?”

I rub my chin, thinking about Inkling. I still need to find him and tell him what’s going on.

“Sure,” I say, “but have you seen Inkling anywhere? I can’t find him, and I need to give him a message.”

“Message?” asks Pit. “What message? Tell us!”

“Oh, that’s right!” I say, remembering I needed to find these two anyway. “Meta Knight’s going to give a signal. When he does, we’re all going to stop fighting and attack the shadow kid.”

Pit draws back in shock. “You’re serious? You think we can beat that thing?”

I shrug. “Don’t know for sure, but we’ve fought stuff like him before, right?”

Pit pauses for a second, as if he’s unsure of how to respond. Then, he nods.

“Guess you’re right,” he says. He turns to Palutena. “What do you think?”

“Well…” Palutena rubs her staff as she considers her answer. “It won’t be easy, Pit. We don’t know what the others are going to do once the tournament starts.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” says Pit. He turns to face me again. “You can count on us to be by your side, Sonic! We’ve drafted another member before you, by the way.”

Another figure emerges from behind a tall white pillar. I only know one person with spiky yellow hair.

“Cloud!” I say. “You heard everything, right?”

Cloud nods, and as usual he looks bored, like none of this even affects him. “Normally, I wouldn’t care what happened to everyone else, but I’m not exactly in the best position either. So, I’ll help out.”

“Great!” Pit jumps up and down, while Palutena sighs in exasperation. He must always be this excited about everything. “I think we should keep recruiting until it starts!”

I nod. “I gotta finish relaying the message, but I’ll find you as soon as I’m done!”

I take off before Pit gets a chance to say anything else. I don’t have much time left, and there’s still a lot of people I need to talk to. I remember Shadow’s words as I zoom along.

“And then I can figure out what it is and destroy it.”

Maybe we can actually do it.

5.5 minutes until the tournament begins.

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Super Smash Tournament of Power Chapter Three

***Please Note this is a Fan Fic. I do not own the copyright to any of the licensed characters or properties. This is simply for fun. Opening video is animated by Shiya Moegin***

Dark Pit

If nothing else, Ganondorf knows how to persuade people. It seems like he can build an army of mindless minions to support his cause in an instant. It’s impressive, but I could never be someone’s servant like my other half. He’s content with being kept on a leash by Palutena. It’s pathetic.

“Where are you going, Pittoo?” he asked when I decided to head out on my own.

“What? You think I’m going to join up with the two of you?” I said, “and stop calling me that. There’s only one copy here. It’s you, the corny one.”

“Oh, come on!” Dumb Pit threw his hands in the air. “Our universe is in danger, and you still wanna play the edgy, mysterious rival role right now?”

“He is pretty edgy,” said Palutena. “You could use some of this edge, Pit.”

“I’ve got plenty of edge where it counts,” said Dumb Pit.

“You two can argue about that stupid phrase all you want,” I said. “I’m going to find a way to win this tournament without any help from either of you.”

“He can’t be serious!” said Dumb Pit.

“Looks like it,” said Palutena. “I don’t know what you were expecting. You know he isn’t fond of you.”

I’ll never be fond of a puppet, especially him. The gods and goddesses think they can use us to fight their battles and win their wars. I won’t be their tool.

I make my way further into the gathering so I that I can better make out what Ganondorf is saying. I end up standing next to a large, obese alligator thing with a golden stomach and bulging eyes. He’s got this silly crown on his head. I wonder what dimension he’s from.

“As you can see, many dimensions and worlds will crumble today,” Ganondorf says, “but I have a plan that could save a select few of us.”

He looks around, surveying all who’ve gathered before him.

“My proposal is simple,” he says. “I will declare you a part of my dimension during the tournament. This way, you won’t face the danger of getting erased even if the other fighters from your world lose. I only ask for one small favor.”

He pauses, and I think he’s waiting to see if anyone disagrees with him. Nobody speaks up, so he continues.  

“When I give the order, you must knock every hero off of the stage,” he says. “Once you’ve done that, I will announce that you have agreed to accompany me back to my world. You’ll then be transported to my dimension once we’ve finished off the rest of the vermin.”

“And how can we trust you?”

The strange, purple dragon that came with evil Samus speaks. I didn’t know that thing could talk! Honestly, I didn’t know Bowser could talk either when I first saw him. I think he prefers to growl and roar most of the time. He probably thinks it makes him seem more menacing. It works for some, I guess.

“I am a man of my word,” Ganondorf says. “In my dimension, there is a beautiful land called Hyrule that is protected by three golden goddesses. With your help, we will conquer that land, and I will allow you to take whatever else you want.”

There are murmurs amongst everyone. So, his world has goddesses too? I stretch out my wings before folding them against my back. This is disappointing. Another world full of beings who manipulate others into fighting for them? This “Hyrule” doesn’t sound very appealing after all.

I don’t think it would be smart to object now, though.

Bowser’s son floats over next to him. He’s still riding around in that toy he uses to fight. I don’t think the kid could manage on his own if he got knocked out of it, but then I guess not all weapons have to be swords and guns. He is a toddler, after all.

“Just think about it, dad,” Bowser Jr. says. “A world without Mario and his annoying little helpers? Do you really want to go back to our dimension and have to deal with them again?”

“You have a point, son,” Bowsers says. He turns to Ganondorf and smashes his claws together. “Ganondorf, count us in.”

“Do you think Peach will come with us?” Bowser Jr. asks.

“I’ll work on that,” Bowser says. “Once I knock Mario and the others out of the ring, she’ll have no choice if she wants to live.”

“Oh boy!” Bowser Jr. spins around as his dad lets out his trademark laugh. It’s a mixture of a roar and a lion heaving up a moldy zebra. I’m not sure why he thinks it sounds cool.

Besides, what is with Bowser’s obsession with Peach? He needs some kind of binding spell that prevents him from getting anywhere near her. That would solve Mario’s problems.

I shake my head. I’m not here to solve anyone else’s problems but my own.

“I can-a help you take dem out,” Wario steps towards the duo. “Peach is-a off-limits, yes, but Daisy?”

This guy is one I’ll need to keep my eye on. He’s like some twisted version of Mario. I don’t think he works for Bowser, but they definitely have it out for that annoyingly cheerful plumber. Bowser finally stops his bloated T-Rex laugh and turns to face Wario.

“I don’t care about her,” he says. “If you want to save her, you can.”

“I don’t,” Wario says. His usual frown creeps up into a grin, revealing his giant, bulbous teeth. “She’ll be-a de first I knock outta de ring.”

Well, that’s pretty brutal. I hope Daisy stays far away from that guy. He’s a creep.

“It doesn’t seem like your world has advanced technology,” this time Wolf speaks, “but it’s no matter. As long as Star Fox isn’t there, I can make do.”

Ganondorf grins to himself, almost as if what Wolf is saying is ironic. I’m not sure I like it when he grins. Actually I’m very certain that I don’t.

“Same goes for me,” the purple dragon speaks again. He turns to Evil Samus, who nods in agreement. What exactly is that thing?

“Count me in as well.”

Heads turn to see who’s spoken up this time. Meta-Knight descends from above, his bat-like wings flapping against the current. I was never a fan of the demonic-looking wings. They’re ugly, and they make gross sounds when they’re flapping. It sounds unnatural.

Once Meta-Knight reaches the ground, his wings transform into his usual cape. He looks over at me, and our eyes lock. I’m sure he’s capable, but I’ve never seen Meta-Knight blink before. He just stares at you with this intense, yellow gaze all the time.

I sense a growing power emanating from his presence, and his cape starts to billow as we continue to glare at each other. Is he trying to intimidate me? I’d better ready to stand my ground if he tries something. As I begin to unfold my wings, he ends our staring contest to address Ganondorf.

“I’ve grown tired of Dream Land,” he says. “It’s a lazy world full of coddled peasantry. They can all get erased.”

Ganondorf nods but quickly looks through the crowd. Who is he searching for?

“Where is your king?” he asks. I assume he means that weird, fat penguin thing. He’s a king? King of what? There can’t be much to rule over when your greatest nemesis is a fighting wad of gum.

“He is a buffoon,” Meta-Knight says. “He doesn’t deserve a place here with us.”

“That is…unfortunate,” Ganondorf shakes his head but maintains his smirk. “He could have been quite useful.”

“He will be the first I knock out of the ring,” Meta-Knight responds. “Then, it will be Kirby.”

“An ambitious plan,” Ganondorf says. He glances towards the rest of the crowd. “I can assume I have the rest of your allegiances as well?”

The others either speak, grunt, or make some strange otherworldly noises in agreement. How can they follow him so easily? Even a complete idiot knows Ganondorf is only out to help himself. He wants power, and he’ll do anything to get it. He’ll even pretend to work with a band of villains who, if they ever decided, could turn against him and eliminate his entire dimension themselves.

Ganondorf nods as he acknowledges everyone who shows support of his scheme. His eyes finally fall on me, and I realize I’m the only one who hasn’t said anything.

“Well?” he says. “What say you, Dark Pit?”

He’s got his army now. I can’t single-handedly take them all out in the ring when they’re this coordinated. I’d expend too much energy and probably take too much damage, which would make me easier to knock out.

For the time being, I’ll have to work with them. I’ll help them knock the others out of the ring, and then I’ll make sure they get knocked out too. I’ll even wipe that smirk off of Ganondorf’s face, but I may need Dumb Pit’s help in the meantime. We can settle our score later.

I will never be someone’s servant.

“I’m in,” I say. “There’s a copycat I need to get rid of.”

8 minutes until the tournament begins.