Post by pikachuje1 on Sept 6, 2008 22:29:37 GMT -5
"Ready?"
The voice reverberated around the stage, and the characters tensed. A grisly snarl tore from Lucario's lips, and sparks lingered in the palm of Zelda's hand. Thankfully, the humans were oblivious to these "glitches", staring intently at the screen. There was a brief moment of silence, and then, the blissful but terrible word clearly rang out.
"GO!"
The human teenagers wildly fiddled with the controls, and the Poke'mon and Hyrule princess began to duel against their will. It was a horrid battle. One human was leagues behind the other in experience, and Zelda was forced to tolerate her frequent pauses and poorly aimed moves. She fought bitterly against the will of the Wii controller, but it was too strong - reluctantly, she allowed herself to be battered about by Lucario.
The other, more experienced human was merciless. He moved Lucario so quickly across the stage and directed his well-chosen blows so utterly and perfectly that she hadn't a chance to right herself before she was sent flying off the screen again. His dimwitted opponent, the one controlling Zelda, couldn't figure out how to jump, and thus Lucario gained many points without even touching her.
Time ran out - for which Zelda was deeply grateful. She clapped politely when Lucario was announced the winner, biting her lip to keep from crying out, "Okay, he won! It's over! Please don't play again!"
They were transferred to their seperate stalls, where they patiently awaited the humans to choose their characters. Luck was on Zelda's side - the human girl chose Kirby.
She felt elated, and mouthed to Kirby with a smirk, "I feel sorry for you." His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but before he could ask what she meant, he was whisked off to the stage screen.
She sighed and stretched her protesting muscles. It was always horrible when a dreadful player picked you. She preferred being the computer, where you could actually choose your own moves. The only problem with this mode was, if you were a lower level, you had to act witless and dumb and try to move slowly.
Life as a Brawl Player really isn't fair, she thought.
"Hey, Zelda."
She turned at the sound of her name. It was (Zero Suit) Samus.
"Hello, Samus," she intoned, and winced as her arm throbbed when Lucario had struck it with a particularly strong move.
"Here." Samus approached her and massaged her arm gently. When she was finished, the soreness was numbed.
"Better?"
"Loads. You're really good at massages."
"Thanks." Samus swept her dandelion-colored hair into an impeccable ponytail, and said, "Did you have a bad player again?"
"Yes," groaned Zelda miserably.
"Boy or girl?" said Samus.
"Girl," said Zelda. "Every time a girl plays for the first time, she chooses either me or Peach. I attract the really terrible players like bees to honey."
"That's because you're both so ladylike and pretty," said Samus, a smile threatening at the corners of her lips. "But me...I'm in that big, bulky suit. There's no way to tell whether I'm a girl or boy."
But Zelda, far from looking consoled, looked horrified.
"Ladylike?" she half-shrieked. "Take it back, or I'll make you burst into flames on the spot!" She raised her hand menacingly in the air.
Samus retaliated by jamming her gun in Zelda's ribcage.
"You'll be knocked out cold before you can use your filthy magic," she snarled. "I'm quick to pull the trigger, you know. I don't care if you're my friend."
There was an intense silence, in which they both glared at each other, and then Zelda lowered her arm, laughing.
Samus brightened and withdrew her gun.
"I was just kidding, you know," said Zelda, once her laughter had subsided. "There's no reason to get so worked up."
Samus grinned deviously. "I take things seriously," she reminded her.
"I believe you."
************************************************
Master Hand was ruthless. He was a disembodied gloved hand, and was, without question, the most powerful of all of them. He didn't battle, of course. He wasn't a playable character. He was the ruler of the Super Smash Brothers world, and on one particularly uneventful morning, he declared that he would be leaving a while, escaping from the boundaries of the Brawl world.
"If the Boss Battles are played, or the Classic Mode is entered, Crazy Hand shall fill in for me," he said gravely. "Goodbye to all of you. My dear brother will be watching. And if you put one toe out of line, I shall turn you all to trophies."
And they gaped with amazement as he turned and soared out of sight.
The rest of the day was dull and boring. The humans hadn't played them, and dreary silence stifled the atmosphere. The large house in which they stayed in when the Wii was off was called the "blackhouse", and presently, they were lounging, eyelids heavy with fatigue, in the Lazy Room.
Solid Snake, in a dreamlike state, crossed the room to join Samus, Pikachu, and Mario on the divan. He settled on the cushiony couch next to them.
"Hey, Sam," he said at length.
Samus brandished her gun. "It's Samus."
"Please? Can't I call you Sam?"
She directed the gun at his forehead. "Call me what, now?"
Snake blinked, and said sheepishly, "Samus."
"Thank you," said Samus, and smugly resumed her position.
Nothing happened for quite a while, until suddenly, a blaring siren alerted them that the humans were playing again.
They leapt to their feet, and scrambled about, trying to find the proper stall. At last, they were arranged in their rows. Each character started slightly when the cursor moved over their face.
The human who was currently selecting hesitated, and then chose Pikachu. The next one chose Samus. The third chose Snake. And the fourth, Mario.
They chose the Final Destination as their location. Pikachu squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the swooping sensation. He felt himself behind thrust through space, and then he burst into being on the stage, blasting from his Poke`ball.
Mario clenched his fists and he emerged from his tunnel. Snake and Samus appeared, and the match began.
Pikachu was dashed across the screen. He spun, tensed, uttered "Pikachu", and sent electricity traveling across the edge of the platform, shocking Snake. In a fraction of a second, he leapt into the air, and spun elegantly, knocking Mario to the ground.
The human controlling him began to beat down on the buttons furiously and skillfully. Pikachu darted, jumped, smashed, electrified, dodged, and attacked with all his might. The other characters did likewise - until the Smash Ball appear.
There was a frenzy to reach the ball - Mario finally managing to shatter it. He was glowing, multihued. But before his human controller could use it, there came a faint summon from another room, and the humans rushed towards the voice, leaving the controllers abandoned. They didn't bother to pause it.
The characters stood on the stage, shifting from one foot to another, chatting amiably.
" - wonder how long they'll be gone..."
"I wish I could move right now -"
" - pika, pika pi -"
When their own topics petered out, they began to taunt Mario. Mockingly, they jeered at him, watching as he grew crimson in the face with each teasing remark. He stood there and glowered at them with all the hatred dancing in his eyes that he could muster, his outline glowing with the power he gained from the Smash Ball.
And then the humans' cat cantered softly into the room. It stopped, staring, transfixed, at the vivid television screen, three feet away from a Wii controller. It continued several steps, and rubbed its head against the sharp corner of the remote. There was a distant noise, and it blitzed away, startled, pressing a certain button by accident as it did so.
Mario's Final Smash was instantly activated. He had built up so much rage and fury that the effects of it were vehement and brutal. He emitted a wild cry, and a fiery torrent swept through the stage.
Pikachu barely had time to register what happened before he was violently thrown through the air, the breath knocked out of him, fire searing through his veins, agony enveloping him...he tried to scream but couldn't...every particle of air was an icy dagger...he slammed forcefully with the screen, but instead falling off the solid glass, it shattered and he fell through...shards grazed his face and plump little body...and he tumbled onto a carpet floor.
He felt dazed and couldn't move...he tried to gasp for breath, but nothing happened. His lungs screamed for oxygen, but he was unable to inhale, unable to move at all. Death was reaching out with its thin, spidery, deathly cold fingers...he could feel the pressure of them on his head...forcing the life out of him...he struggled, but the pressure was too strong...he was going to die...agony coursed through him once more...he started to fade...
And then two earthshaking crashes caused him to break the surface of the frigid water he had been drowning him. His breath came back, in a wild gasp. And Death, vanquished and seething, released him, and disappeared altogether.
Pikachu fought bitterly against unconsciousness. As if in a dream, he saw two figures laying in a crumpled heap on the carpeted floor. Pieces of jagged glass were scattered around. Flames flickered feebly and then vanished.
Pikachu suddenly knew where he was. Where Snake and Samus were. Where Mario wasn't. Where he had blasted them to.
The human world.
The voice reverberated around the stage, and the characters tensed. A grisly snarl tore from Lucario's lips, and sparks lingered in the palm of Zelda's hand. Thankfully, the humans were oblivious to these "glitches", staring intently at the screen. There was a brief moment of silence, and then, the blissful but terrible word clearly rang out.
"GO!"
The human teenagers wildly fiddled with the controls, and the Poke'mon and Hyrule princess began to duel against their will. It was a horrid battle. One human was leagues behind the other in experience, and Zelda was forced to tolerate her frequent pauses and poorly aimed moves. She fought bitterly against the will of the Wii controller, but it was too strong - reluctantly, she allowed herself to be battered about by Lucario.
The other, more experienced human was merciless. He moved Lucario so quickly across the stage and directed his well-chosen blows so utterly and perfectly that she hadn't a chance to right herself before she was sent flying off the screen again. His dimwitted opponent, the one controlling Zelda, couldn't figure out how to jump, and thus Lucario gained many points without even touching her.
Time ran out - for which Zelda was deeply grateful. She clapped politely when Lucario was announced the winner, biting her lip to keep from crying out, "Okay, he won! It's over! Please don't play again!"
They were transferred to their seperate stalls, where they patiently awaited the humans to choose their characters. Luck was on Zelda's side - the human girl chose Kirby.
She felt elated, and mouthed to Kirby with a smirk, "I feel sorry for you." His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but before he could ask what she meant, he was whisked off to the stage screen.
She sighed and stretched her protesting muscles. It was always horrible when a dreadful player picked you. She preferred being the computer, where you could actually choose your own moves. The only problem with this mode was, if you were a lower level, you had to act witless and dumb and try to move slowly.
Life as a Brawl Player really isn't fair, she thought.
"Hey, Zelda."
She turned at the sound of her name. It was (Zero Suit) Samus.
"Hello, Samus," she intoned, and winced as her arm throbbed when Lucario had struck it with a particularly strong move.
"Here." Samus approached her and massaged her arm gently. When she was finished, the soreness was numbed.
"Better?"
"Loads. You're really good at massages."
"Thanks." Samus swept her dandelion-colored hair into an impeccable ponytail, and said, "Did you have a bad player again?"
"Yes," groaned Zelda miserably.
"Boy or girl?" said Samus.
"Girl," said Zelda. "Every time a girl plays for the first time, she chooses either me or Peach. I attract the really terrible players like bees to honey."
"That's because you're both so ladylike and pretty," said Samus, a smile threatening at the corners of her lips. "But me...I'm in that big, bulky suit. There's no way to tell whether I'm a girl or boy."
But Zelda, far from looking consoled, looked horrified.
"Ladylike?" she half-shrieked. "Take it back, or I'll make you burst into flames on the spot!" She raised her hand menacingly in the air.
Samus retaliated by jamming her gun in Zelda's ribcage.
"You'll be knocked out cold before you can use your filthy magic," she snarled. "I'm quick to pull the trigger, you know. I don't care if you're my friend."
There was an intense silence, in which they both glared at each other, and then Zelda lowered her arm, laughing.
Samus brightened and withdrew her gun.
"I was just kidding, you know," said Zelda, once her laughter had subsided. "There's no reason to get so worked up."
Samus grinned deviously. "I take things seriously," she reminded her.
"I believe you."
************************************************
Master Hand was ruthless. He was a disembodied gloved hand, and was, without question, the most powerful of all of them. He didn't battle, of course. He wasn't a playable character. He was the ruler of the Super Smash Brothers world, and on one particularly uneventful morning, he declared that he would be leaving a while, escaping from the boundaries of the Brawl world.
"If the Boss Battles are played, or the Classic Mode is entered, Crazy Hand shall fill in for me," he said gravely. "Goodbye to all of you. My dear brother will be watching. And if you put one toe out of line, I shall turn you all to trophies."
And they gaped with amazement as he turned and soared out of sight.
The rest of the day was dull and boring. The humans hadn't played them, and dreary silence stifled the atmosphere. The large house in which they stayed in when the Wii was off was called the "blackhouse", and presently, they were lounging, eyelids heavy with fatigue, in the Lazy Room.
Solid Snake, in a dreamlike state, crossed the room to join Samus, Pikachu, and Mario on the divan. He settled on the cushiony couch next to them.
"Hey, Sam," he said at length.
Samus brandished her gun. "It's Samus."
"Please? Can't I call you Sam?"
She directed the gun at his forehead. "Call me what, now?"
Snake blinked, and said sheepishly, "Samus."
"Thank you," said Samus, and smugly resumed her position.
Nothing happened for quite a while, until suddenly, a blaring siren alerted them that the humans were playing again.
They leapt to their feet, and scrambled about, trying to find the proper stall. At last, they were arranged in their rows. Each character started slightly when the cursor moved over their face.
The human who was currently selecting hesitated, and then chose Pikachu. The next one chose Samus. The third chose Snake. And the fourth, Mario.
They chose the Final Destination as their location. Pikachu squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the swooping sensation. He felt himself behind thrust through space, and then he burst into being on the stage, blasting from his Poke`ball.
Mario clenched his fists and he emerged from his tunnel. Snake and Samus appeared, and the match began.
Pikachu was dashed across the screen. He spun, tensed, uttered "Pikachu", and sent electricity traveling across the edge of the platform, shocking Snake. In a fraction of a second, he leapt into the air, and spun elegantly, knocking Mario to the ground.
The human controlling him began to beat down on the buttons furiously and skillfully. Pikachu darted, jumped, smashed, electrified, dodged, and attacked with all his might. The other characters did likewise - until the Smash Ball appear.
There was a frenzy to reach the ball - Mario finally managing to shatter it. He was glowing, multihued. But before his human controller could use it, there came a faint summon from another room, and the humans rushed towards the voice, leaving the controllers abandoned. They didn't bother to pause it.
The characters stood on the stage, shifting from one foot to another, chatting amiably.
" - wonder how long they'll be gone..."
"I wish I could move right now -"
" - pika, pika pi -"
When their own topics petered out, they began to taunt Mario. Mockingly, they jeered at him, watching as he grew crimson in the face with each teasing remark. He stood there and glowered at them with all the hatred dancing in his eyes that he could muster, his outline glowing with the power he gained from the Smash Ball.
And then the humans' cat cantered softly into the room. It stopped, staring, transfixed, at the vivid television screen, three feet away from a Wii controller. It continued several steps, and rubbed its head against the sharp corner of the remote. There was a distant noise, and it blitzed away, startled, pressing a certain button by accident as it did so.
Mario's Final Smash was instantly activated. He had built up so much rage and fury that the effects of it were vehement and brutal. He emitted a wild cry, and a fiery torrent swept through the stage.
Pikachu barely had time to register what happened before he was violently thrown through the air, the breath knocked out of him, fire searing through his veins, agony enveloping him...he tried to scream but couldn't...every particle of air was an icy dagger...he slammed forcefully with the screen, but instead falling off the solid glass, it shattered and he fell through...shards grazed his face and plump little body...and he tumbled onto a carpet floor.
He felt dazed and couldn't move...he tried to gasp for breath, but nothing happened. His lungs screamed for oxygen, but he was unable to inhale, unable to move at all. Death was reaching out with its thin, spidery, deathly cold fingers...he could feel the pressure of them on his head...forcing the life out of him...he struggled, but the pressure was too strong...he was going to die...agony coursed through him once more...he started to fade...
And then two earthshaking crashes caused him to break the surface of the frigid water he had been drowning him. His breath came back, in a wild gasp. And Death, vanquished and seething, released him, and disappeared altogether.
Pikachu fought bitterly against unconsciousness. As if in a dream, he saw two figures laying in a crumpled heap on the carpeted floor. Pieces of jagged glass were scattered around. Flames flickered feebly and then vanished.
Pikachu suddenly knew where he was. Where Snake and Samus were. Where Mario wasn't. Where he had blasted them to.
The human world.
