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Super Smash Tournament of Power Chapter Seven

***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***

Truthfully, I wouldn’t be caught dead with this crowd, but those scheming bastards left me with no choice. I’m not a fool. As soon as that shadow thing gives the go ahead, the loners will be the first to go. It’s simply the way of things.

So, I was left with no other choice than to assemble this band of misfits together. We look absolutely atrocious as a team, but I believe we’ll stand a chance. Even though she’s got three sticks up her ass at all times, Samus is tough. We need tough.

Isabelle and the Villager have joined us now. Villager is one of those weirdos like Link who doesn’t talk. Isabelle often has to speak for him. The only reason I allowed him into our circle is because of her. Besides, he seems just as harmless as Olimar, and he’s adorable to boot! I can’t bring myself to allow him to get taken out so quickly.

“Marth and his warriors are gathering on the east side. The villains are at the north. Other factions are scattered along the southern side,” Samus scans the arena, trying to form a strategy for us to follow. “I don’t think it’s wise to stay here in the southwestern quadrant. There’s no activity on the western side, so I imagine the villains may come this way first.”

“Oh dear!” Isabelle gasps. “Should we move somewhere else?”

Samus shakes her head. “That’ll put us right in the middle of everything. It’s going to be pure chaos in the beginning. There’s no telling who’s going to attack first or if anyone’s going to hold their positions.”

I shake my head, sighing deeply. “Well, it certainly keeps things interesting.”

“It said objects are going to fall from the sky,” Samus turns to face us. “A few of us should be dedicated to finding the strongest weapons to keep away from the others. If you see a Pokeball, for instance, take it immediately and throw it. Stop whatever it is you’re doing to chase after it. Same goes with the Smash Ball.”

Isabelle, Villager, and Olimar nod. Wii Fit Trainer pumps her fist in the air.

“Work toward strong, firm abs!” she says.

I sigh. I guess she can’t say anything normal after all. Samus is right, though. It’s going to be a complete maelstrom once this thing gets going. I can only hope that we’re prepared for what’s coming. I look at the Villager, who waves at me with a cheerful expression.

“He’s very glad to be fighting beside you,” says Isabelle. She too looks jolly as always. Such innocence. It’s as if all we’re going to do is take a walk in some damn park together.

Olimar is shivering like always. He has a few of his Pikmin at his side now. I’m not exactly sure what they do, but hopefully they can help us.

I stare up towards the sky, and I can still see them. Samus didn’t say anything about the Master Hand or Crazy Hand. Apparently, they’re not a part of her plan, but they just might become a part of mine. If I can survive the initial chaos of this tournament, I should have time to devise a new strategy.

I’m going to take out that shadow son of a bitch.

It’s either that, or I win the tournament. I can’t say what the odds are yet as it’s too early to tell. I scan the field, noting the villains in the north. If they come this way, we’ll have to engage them. Hopefully, someone will help us take some of them out.

“Bayonetta, I don’t think you’ve ever been this quiet,” Samus is watching me. Even though I can’t see behind her green visor, I know she’s concerned.

“Nothing to be worried about, tin tits,” I say. “I simply needed a moment to think a few things through.”

Samus turns away from us. “Not getting cold feet, are you?”

“Samus, when you have guns on your feet, you’re never cold.”

Samus gestures towards the arena. “Good, because we’re going to need you throughout this entire thing.”

I cross my arms, trying to stifle a grin. She’s right. I can’t lose my nerve now. It’s unlike me to be this anxious about anything. Still, I can’t shake the sinister feeling that sociopathic demon child gives off. I’ve fought in this universe before, but this time it’s different.

Just like Galeem and Dharkon, we’ll end up having to fight that creature. That’s what makes me nervous. Galeem and Dharkon were stronger than any other enemy we’ve ever faced, and Galeem wiped us out with a single attack in the beginning. It created an entire world with one swipe.

Now this thing says it’ll wipe out our entire home universe if we lose. How can we defeat something that powerful when we’re too busy fighting each other?

It’s all about survival now. We have no choice. Someone has to win and defeat the creepy shadow kid. Then, maybe, we can figure out how to fix everything.

Samus has turned back to face me now, stiff and sallow as always. She wants confirmation that I’m not going to change my mind about working with her. I’ll play along for now, but when the opportunity presents itself I’m going after that thing. She’ll just have to understand.

“Let’s give them hell, tin tits.”

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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 Five

***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***

Man, I didn’t sign up for this junk. I wanted to spend the day bustin’ caps in my rivals butts in an Ink Battle, not this! This place is already creepy, and then that freaky shadow kid tells us our dimension gets wiped out if we lose? What’s a squid gotta do?

Everybody else is already posted up in the arena by now, so I flew down here to find a spot to hide. I’m not about to go down first, that’s for sure! My plan is super simple: I’m gonna hide in the ground and sneak up on people! When they least expect it, I’ll knock them out of the ring. It’s the perfect plan!

I’m just about to pump up my blaster when somebody taps me on the shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I flip around, ready to ink down the person who’s already starting trouble. It’s a human, and he’s got on some ugly military outfit with a bandana around his head. I think I’ve seen him around before.

“Yo, Solid Snake, right?” I keep my blaster pointed at his forehead. I don’t know what he wants, but I’m not taking any chances. He can get wrecked right here and now if he wants.

Snake holds up a palm and shakes his head. “I’m not here to start a fight with you.”

“Good,” I say. “Cuz I’ll bust you up otherwise!”

“And then what?” Snake chuckles. “You gonna go back to hiding? Good luck with that. They’ll find you eventually, and a lot sooner than you think.”

“I-I’ve got a plan!” I mumble. How did he know I was hiding? Dang, he’s smart! “What do you want anyway?”

“Look to the northern side of the arena,” Snake folds his arms. Gah, he’s always so serious and boring!

I look to my left and right, but I can’t tell what he’s talking about. Is he trying to confuse me so he can bum rush me? Is that how it’s gonna be?

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

Snake sighs and droops his head. He then points to the far side of the field. From where I’m standing, I can see some of those scary monsters I saw earlier. I see Bowser and a few others. Looks like they’re up to something.

“The bad guys,” I observe. “They’re banding together. That’s lame. You think they got a plan or something?”

Snake nods his head. “I know for a fact they have a plan. I was able to listen in on their meeting earlier. They had no idea I was there. Basically, they’re coordinating to wipe out all of the heroes and get everyone else to go to Hyrule, where Ganondorf is from.”

“Ganondorf?” I start to shiver all over. “Geez, not that creep! Why can’t they just be chill like krill? Why they gotta be scheming?”

Snake shakes his head. “It’s in their nature, which means it’s going to make it harder for fighters like us.”

I tilt my head to the side. “What do you mean ‘fighters like us?’”

Snake gestures towards our surroundings, noting all the other warriors taking their positions. A lot of them are grouping up with people from their own dimensions, and it doesn’t take me long to figure out what Snake means.

“Yeah, I got ‘cha,” I answer. “You think they’ll try to merc us out first, huh?”

“That would be the smart thing to do,” says Snake. “Clean house and show the others you mean business. Then take on the groups with more people.”

“Is that what you came all the way over here to say?” I fold my arms. Nah, there’s something more to this. Ganondorf and his dorky friends aren’t the only ones scheming. “What do you want, Snake?”

“I thought you would have figured it out by now,” says Snake. “Let’s team up, you and I. We’re both experts in stealth, and we’ll need to hide while the big groups duke it out for a bit.”

I stomp my foot. “You just said hiding was useless!”

“In the long run, yes,” says Snake, “but there’s a way for us to buy ourselves some time.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

Snake shakes his head and holds a finger up to his head. “There’s too many ears. Follow me, and I’ll show you.”

He turns and starts walking off, and I run to catch up. Why doesn’t he just tell me what this weird plan is? Why do guys like him have to make everything mysterious and complicated all the time? I guess when you dress like he does you have to be. If you can’t be fresh, at least you can be interesting.

After a while, I notice we’re reaching the edge of the arena, and I stop.

“Hey, what is this?”

Snake stops and turns to face me, but I can’t make out his expression. Ah, so that’s how it is, huh?

“You’re just trying to lure me to the edge so you can knock me out first, huh?”

Snake shakes his head, and I think he’s about to say something when I hear footsteps behind me. Turning around, I see a dude with a red bandana tied around his head standing with a blonde-haired guy in a red track suit. What is this, corny outfit day? I think the one with the red bandana is Ryu, while the other guy must be Ken.

“It’s a trap,” I turn to face Snake. “Isn’t it?”

“Ryu, Ken, what brings you here?” Snake ignores my question and speaks to the two newcomers.

“We thought we’d test a little theory,” Ken starts smiling. It looks mad creepy.

“Oh, and what’s that?” asks Snake.

“We wanna see what happens if we knock someone out of the ring before the tournament starts,” Ken shrugs before he turns to Ryu. “What do you think, Ryu?”

Ryu doesn’t answer. Instead, he gives Snake this mad serious glare like he’s going to shoot lasers out of his eyes. I don’t remember if he can do that or not, and I don’t think I want to find out. I dash to Snake’s side, now convinced he’s not in on this junk. Snake looks down at me and nods his head.

I take out my blaster, and I’m just about to fire it at Ken when Snake roundhouse kicks me in the face. I stumble backward, and I can feel the edge of the arena right under the balls of my feet. I flail my arms around, trying to catch myself, but it’s too late. The sky turns upside down as I begin to fall from the arena. I can’t believe I trusted a guy named Snake.

I’m too fresh to go out like this.

6 minutes until the tournament begins.

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Super Smash Tournament of Power Chapter Four

***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***

Meta Knight

I knew the moment I awakened that this would be no ordinary battle. I’ve fought alongside Kirby and King DeDeDe countless times against incredibly powerful enemies. Without having faced him yet, I know that strange being is stronger than any foe I’ve faced, stronger than the Master Hand, Tabuu, Galeem, all of them.

Yet I must risk fighting it if my dimension is to survive.

The others have departed now, gone to take their positions on the arena below. Only Dark Pit remains, his back turned to me as he stares at the warriors gathering on the battlefield.

“You’re not planning on helping them, are you?” Dark Pit turns to face me, a stern expression on his face. “I should go inform Ganondorf right now that you plan to double cross him during the tournament.”

Reflexively, I take a step back, nearly brandishing my sword before stopping myself. No, now isn’t the time to fight. I may get disqualified if I attack him now. Besides, he didn’t seem as if he was interested in helping Ganondorf at first. I may be able to persuade him to my side.

“You are not like the others,” I say. “You won’t knock Pit out of the arena.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Bat-Gum,” Dark Pit says. “I’m the original Pit. He’s an imposter, and I will knock him out of the ring.”

I shake my head. He can’t seriously be planning that after finding out the rules of the tournament. “You’d be down a fighter. Every universe needs all the help it can get. Some dimensions have nearly ten fighters each. Several more only have one. You’d really put yourself at a disadvantage?”

Dark Pit folds his arms and sneers. “I don’t need a team. I work alone.”

I walk past him, staring down at the arena. Nearly every fighter is now taking their positions. Most are staying close to others from the same dimension. As I feared, those who are the only representatives of their world are at an extreme disadvantage.

I turn to face Dark Pit again. “Your pride will be your downfall.”  

Dark Pit’s arms remain folded, and his sneer remains. “The only one of us who needs to worry about a downfall is you. You don’t think I know what you’re planning?”

“I’m planning for our survival,” I say. “For the survival of all our dimensions.”

Dark Pit chuckles and points a finger at me.  

“You’re gonna try to stop the tournament,” he says. “You’re gonna try to fight that thing that brought us here. And you’re even more stupid than I thought you were.”

I maintain a neutral expression, but his deduction is incredible! How did he figure out what I’m planning already?

“It was smart of you to send Sonic to relay the message to the heroes,” Dark Pit says, “but it’s useless. You saw what happened just now. It’s all about survival, and that weird shadow kid is stronger than anything we’ve ever faced before.”

I nod. He’s exactly right, but I have to try. I have to find a way to save all of our dimensions and give all of us a fair chance at survival, not just those of us lucky to have several representatives.

“We’ve faced strong enemies before,” I say.

“Yeah, but we haven’t faced an enemy who can erase entire dimensions in the blink of an eye.”

Dark Pit glowers at me, but I have nothing to say as a rebuttal. Even beings like Tabuu and Galeem were able to defeat us all at once with little effort, though we were able to defeat them in the end. Just like them, this shadow child has a weak point. I simply have to find out what that is.

“You’re better off picking a dimension to take everyone to,” Dark Pit says. “Personally, I wouldn’t mind living in Hyrule, but it doesn’t seem like it’s someone like Mario’s style. Or Kirby.”

The thought has occurred to me, to join a dimension with a larger roster of battlers and flee with them, but part of me knows it’s all too simple.

“Do you really think that shadow child will allow something like that?” I ask. “The entire purpose of this tournament is for us to turn against each other in the end. What do you think will happen if we refuse to do so without defeating it first?”

Dark Pit shrugs, folding his arms behind his head. “In the end, I’m gonna complete my mission and find a way to survive all of this. You’d better do the same.”

He unfurls his wings and leaps from the ledge, gliding down to the arena below. I stare down at him as he lands, watching as he takes a confident pose in front of the others. He didn’t say he planned on winning, just that he plans on surviving. Maybe he knows this isn’t a battle any of us can win.

Still, I will not allow anyone’s dimension to be destroyed.

7 minutes until the tournament begins.

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Super Smash Tournament of Power Chapter One

***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***


“Wake up, fearless leader.”

That sarcastic command could only come from Falco. His every word, every move, is always dripping with snark. I slowly rise to my feet, brushing off my tail. How long did I doze off for? We must be waiting for new orders. It’s not like me to ever fall asleep on a mission, and if I need to rest I do it in my Arwing or on the Great Fox.

A dense puff of whiteness obscures my vision, and I quickly wave my hand in front of my face to dissipate it. A cloud? We must be at a high altitude on some strange planet. I scratch between my ears as I try to recall the name of this place.

I look down, hoping to catch a glimpse of the base of a mountain. Maybe that will give me a clue as to why we landed so far up here. Unfortunately, it has no base; it’s just floating in the sky. That’s just my luck. What could we possibly need to be up here for?

That’s when I notice the arena.

What’s an arena doing all the way up here? I reach for my pocket console to summon my Arwing to get a closer look, but the radar shows it isn’t anywhere in the vicinity. Every hair on my body stands up at once. This can’t be a mission. We’ve been stranded somehow on a remote planet with a floating battle arena.

It has a disc shape, with giant marble columns dotting its circumference creating a sort of decorative barrier. It looks small from a distance, but I know better. Whoever designed it intended for it to look that way. There seems to be an abundance of overgrowth coating its surface. How long has it been up here?

Besides the lush vegetation its accumulated over time, it looks to be in pristine condition. It’s as if someone decided to tidy up before the guests arrived.

This isn’t a coincidence. Someone is expecting us.

“Where are we?” I ask Falco.

“Don’t know,” he replies, his wings folded up against his chest. “There’s others, though, and someone you won’t be happy to see.”

I look around, spotting other landmasses in the distance. How did I miss them until now? Each of them looks exactly like the one Falco and I are standing on. Not part of a mountain, just floating.

Falco is right. There are other beings here. I squint my eyes, and the figures standing on the other islands begin to take shape. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many different creatures in one place, yet many of them look familiar. I turn back to Falco.

“Do you remember falling asleep?” I ask.

“I don’t remember anything before waking up and finding you and Wolf,” he replies, still maintaining his usual indifferent mood. Something to his right catches his attention, and he nods in its direction. “Speaking of undesirables.”

As if on cue, Wolf appears, the usual menace etched across his face. This must be his doing. He scratches underneath his chin as he stops in front of us. The jerk only has one eye, but he makes up for it by embedding as much icy, murderous intent into his remaining one. He must notice how confused I am because he chuckles to himself.

“Ah, you’ve decided to join us, Fox,” he says. “I was going to let you sleep a little longer. It isn’t as if you’ll be needed any time soon.”

If I act now, I can catch him off guard by using my Illusion attack to knock him off balance. I take my stance, ready to act, when Falco places his wing on my shoulder.

“I would wait to do that if I were you,” he says.

“Listen to the bird,” Wolf says. “Don’t get too cocky, Star Fox.”

I clench my fists but decide to loosen my stance. Why is he here, where is the rest of his team, and why is Falco so calm about it?

“Where’s the rest of your crew?” I ask before glancing at Falco. “Or ours for that matter?”

Wolf closes his eye and shakes his head, still chuckling.

“Fool,” he says. “You really don’t know why we’re here, do you?”

I straighten my stance, unclenching my fists. I scratch between my ears again. Why should I know why we’re stuck in the sky with a gigantic, floating battle stage?

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

Wolf tilts his head to the side and sighs.

“We’ve done this dance time and time again,” he says. “Of all people, you should remember. You should know why we’ve been brought here.”

Okay, so Wolf has officially lost it. He hasn’t always been a beacon of mental well-being, but he’s speaking nonsense. I’d remember if I’d been in a situation like this before. Being kidnapped and brought to an arena against your will? It reeks of space piracy.

“You’re not making any sense!” I say to him. “Just tell me why the three of us are here.”

Wolf straightens up his back, dropping his claws to his side. His tail sways behind him as he seems to consider what to say next.

“We’re here to fight,” he responds. “You didn’t fall asleep, Fox. None of us did. We were brought here.”

He turns to face the arena, pointing one hooked claw up towards the sky.

“By them,” he says.

I look up to where his claw is pointing and spot two large white gloves suspended in the air. The one on the right’s fingers move as if it’s stroking a kitten, while the one on the left jerks around erratically. It looks like it’s impatiently trying to catch something and crush it.

“I think I remember now,” Falco steps forward, joining Wolf and I as we gaze at the white gloves. “I’ve fought those things countless times. I thought it was just a dream.”

An image enters my mind. I see myself fighting against one of them on a stage surrounded by darkness. I’m using all of my attacks against it, and it has a large arsenal of its own. It can shoot lasers from its fingertips, fly around at incredible speeds, and slap anyone off of the stage to their doom.

I stroke the hairs of my chin. Don’t those two hands have names? Yes, I remember now.

“The Master Hand,” I say. “That’s what the one on the right is called. The other one is the Crazy Hand, its lunatic twin brother.”

My battles with Master Hand begin to play out like movies. Sometimes, he’d summon the Crazy Hand to help out if I was beating him too fast. Crazy Hand isn’t like his brother. His fighting style is unhinged and disjointed, though it’s difficult to determine what counts as “normal” when fighting a pair of large white gloves.

We’re back again, but why? Why are we always brought back?

“Who keeps doing this?” I ask. “Bringing us back to fight?”

Wolf grunts then turns his back to us.

“Now you seem to know the right questions to ask,” he says. He nods towards Master Hand and Crazy Hand. “Why don’t you try asking one of them?”

I know I won’t get any answers from those stupid, deranged gloves, and I’m not going to fight for their amusement again. I want a reason for all of this. I quickly scan my surroundings for a way to get to the arena. As if sensing my thoughts, the island we’re standing on starts to move. We’re heading towards the battle stage now.

“Looks like you’re about to get your chance,” Falco says.

As we approach the arena, I notice what looks like black ribbons falling from the sky. As they near the floor of the battle stage, they start to swirl around a small globe of light. Soon, the ribbons of black energy completely engulf the globe until they take on the shape of what looks like a small child.

A child comes to mind because that’s the closest thing I can link it to. After all, it doesn’t act like any child I’ve ever seen. For one, it’s standing completely still, patiently waiting for us to get closer to it. Talk about unnecessarily creepy!

As if aware we can see it now, it raises a hand towards the sky, and the islands stop moving. If we were to step off of the landmasses, we’d be able to jump down into the arena without a problem. Maybe that weird thing will tell us why we have to fight, if it can even talk.

“Welcome warriors,” it speaks in a quiet, yet unsettling tone of voice. Imagine an adult male trying to sound like a child but speaking in half-whispers as if he’s afraid of you. The hairs on my body stand up again.

The figure moves its head around, surveying the countless number of creatures on the outer rim of the arena. It spreads its “arms” out and bows.

“I would like to welcome you to the Tournament of Power,” it says. “Many of you are veterans, while the rest of you are newcomers. Regardless of how much experience you have, this time it’s a little different.”

“Different?” I say out loud. I can hear murmurs from the other individuals now that we’re closer. They must be thinking the same thing I am. That must mean they’re also oblivious as to why we’ve been called to fight again.

Creepy demon kid isn’t phased by this and continues its speech.

“In this tournament, you will all be fighting each other all at once,” it says. “There will only be one round. The rules are simple. If you are knocked off of the battlefield, you lose and will be transported back to your home world. No killing is allowed, weapons can be utilized, and as before items will fall from the sky. Whether they help or hinder you, I cannot say.”

It lowers its arms, returning to the stance it had before. It actually looks less creepy this way. The warm, welcoming pose doesn’t suit it. It once again looks around at all of the fighters before speaking again.

“If all warriors from your dimension are defeated, that dimension and its warriors will be erased from existence.”

Gasps and cries ring out from the crowd as people begin to protest. I can hear swords being drawn, their blades ringing against the commotion. Are they about to fight whatever this thing is? Even though it’s small, I get a sense that it wouldn’t be wise to try to fight it. It raises one of its hands again, as if signaling everyone to be quiet.

“This is the final battle. Everything has been leading up to this.”

It turns to face the sky.

“As you can see,” it says. “In ten minutes, it will be mid-day. That is when the tournament will begin. If you are not on the arena in ten minutes, you will count as being knocked out and return to your dimension to await your fate.”

I clench my fists again. Ten minutes? We don’t have much time, and we have even fewer options. According to that thing, we can’t escape. We have to fight, and losing means our entire dimension gets destroyed.

“Still want to talk it out?” Falco asks.

I clutch the handle of my blaster, only now realizing it’s there. All of the equipment I normally have when I’m summoned to fight is here. I flex my muscles, shivering with anger. I don’t want to be responsible for destroying entire dimensions, but that thing is giving us no choice. Just like the deranged child it resembles, it’s going to watch us wipe each other out for its own amusement.

I start to walk towards the edge of our island, and the other two follow suit. Looks like I’ll be needing Wolf’s help after all.

“We’re heading in,” I say.

10 minutes until the tournament begins.