A/N: Oh, yeah... I have so much other stuff to do... BUT THIS WAS AN UNFILTERED, UNBELIEVEABLE SHOT OF INSPIRATION! I HAD to get it up! HAD TO! (twitch) ...but yes. :) This fic was inspired by both a random idea and the work of that brilliant writer, Stephen King (heart). The structure and style follows his a bit, with the chapters and the subtly you'll soon see! Here's the prologue; I wrote it up for people who won't recognize SSBM 'cause this is turning out so good, I'm gonna show it to others! Please, read on!
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The Fiend Within
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Prologue
It all started with the creation of Super Smash Brothers Melee.
Deep within the cosmos, two celestial beings had an idea. One, the right hand, the Creator, known as Master Hand, saw a multitude of races called Nintendians, a group of heroes and villains of destiny from all walks of life, and wished to unite them diplomatically for the better of all. His counterpart (or brother, whichever way you look at it), the left hand, the Destroyer, Crazy Hand, thought of uniting them through a friendly battle tournament to see how their skills matched up against each other. No other alternative was offered.
The message was sent across the worlds of Nintendo. 25 separate Nintendians answered the call and embarked to a small planet named Earth, where the tournament was to take place.
The battles themselves were harmless; the Hands eradicated barriers around each arena to dramatically lessen the amount of damage the Nintendians, now known as Smashers, delivered and took. Over time, these Smashers began to grow comfortable in the Mansion provided and became intrigued by the new world before them. They stayed much longer then they had originally intended, a time in which rivals competed safely, friendships blossomed, and love grew between a few.
Then came January 2003, the dawn of a new year. And a new fear.
What was truly happening was obscure. According to what the Hands told, a monster emerged from the shadows, a mutated clone modeled after the most fearsome of them all, Bowser, the Koopa King. The creature's giant claws could slice through steel, its flame breath as steaming as molten lava. They did not know where it came from, but they knew it was a threat that could bring great destruction. And they banded together and brought it down.
The Hands told them it slipped through the dimensional fabrics of space and time, and that seemed logical enough to believe. But with this victory came more unease.
Just before the beast's appearance, Bowser seemed to disappear off the face of the cosmos. The Koopa monarch, the kidnapper of Princess Peach, the terror of Mushroom Kingdom. Gone.
Some time has passed since the great battle. Time that seemed to slip back into normality. But the dread and anxiety hid under a curtain of ignorance. Which would prove to be their greatest mistake.
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May 2003
Giga Bowser. A complete success, and yet a complete failure at the same time.
That was what my brother called it. A beautiful creation of power and destruction, with the true bloodlust of a being meant for combat. A glorious mutation that would define the true meaning of battle to those soft, idealistic Smashers.
But then it had to escape. It was too anxious, fueled by a bestial, impatience to prove its worth on the battlefield. And those foolish Smashers had to then bond together and destroy our work of art, only because its fighting spirit was too much for them to handle. And my blasted brother had to go and agree with them, swearing to never perform such an experiment again.
Idealistic fools. All of them.
I will show them. I will give them the freedom. I will make them see...
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A/N: More and more of my fics are having short prologues. I wonder what's up with that. XD Anyways, you all know the drill. Review, please. And have faith! My chapters aren't so long this time!