In some chapters, I'll put in a different person's POV. For the first part of this chap, it's Ike's pov then MINE. As a narrator, of course. Enjoy!
Passing Through Security
May 24, 2005. I remember it perfectly. The was the anniversary for the release of the Super Smash Bro.s tournament in Europe. Or as they called it then, Super Smash Bro.s Melee. In fact, it was around middle to near the end of the second tournament for everyone that was competing in it. This had only taken place about a month after my adventures and when my game was done being filmed. Sure, not the first of the series, but at least it didn't have to be 'illegally translated' into English just so America could play it. Unlike the series' earlier games, pff!
So here I was, walking through the grounds and observing the grounds of this stage, a place called Hyrule Castle. A bunch of other freaks of nature were around this stage, taking pictures like any tourist. Beside the anniversary, the guy who had started this called Master Hand wanted famous and-'dazzling'- ones such as I to explore the stages and Smash Mansion where brawlers lived during the tournament. This was to have us consider joining the next tournament. I already knew that it isn't just based on our opinion, also on the fan-kids in Japan who vote for whom they want in.
I'm thinking to myself, "Of course the fangirls will want me in the next tournament."
So during that day, I had been introduced to two people. The first one I met, was a pretty boy. Sure, he has the 'good looks' that match to mine, but obviously can't outwit them! Plus, he might be well in sword wielding and battling. He was part of the games in my series before mine took ahold.
His name is Marth.
And BOY did he annoy me!
Now, the second one I met appeared on and off throughout the day and was quite attached to Marth like a little brother needing attention.
This fellow here is called Roy.
As soon as he learned who I was and that I had become rivalry-like friends with Marth, he followed me too. Every. Waking. Minute. In one day. Asking, saying, and speaking the most RIDICULOUS THINGS EVER. From that day, his voice was stuck in my head.
"Nice to meet cha, Ike!"
"We'll all be friends forever, Ike!"
"Looks like your ear is bleeding! You okay?"
I never thought I'd be able to, but I somehow managed to get through it all and lived to tell the tale!
As years went on, the tournament for Super Smash Bros. Melee ended and all brawlers went home for vacation, or to work on their next game. Marth had found out my phone number in the Nintendo phonebook where I reluctantly accepted him as a pen-pal. Most of the time, he'd use that information to prank call me, which I really hated, but we did actually converse a few times.
So a few months ago I got a call from Marth, who had leaked info on the third tournament that would be coming out. Apparently he was in it again, and he had told me how I even made it too! YES! I KNEW I COULD TRUST THE FAN GIRLS! From what he told me, I was to get an acceptance letter in the next few days, but who cares?
Even better news. This tournament, the Master Hand would be cutting out several participants from Melee. One of them was Roy.
This meant I would never see him. Never hear his greetings. Never have to listen to his rants of world peace.
I WAS FREE!!!!!
"FREEDOM! NO MORE RED HAIRED PHYSCO'S!! NAHAHAHHAHA!"
"AHEM, sir!" I felt someone breathe on my neck. Annoyed at first, I turned around to see who had dared defy my shoulder, but felt awkward at the fact that this man happened to have red hair. Behind him was the line of people who also had to have their luggage checked by security in order to proceed with their traveling.
"Oh...um, sorry?" I said as I began backing away a few steps. I then felt myself push into someone else, and turned around.
"OH MY GOD, A MONSTER!" Thinking fast, I pulled out my sword and stabbed it at the creature's shoulder!
"Hey, careful buddy!" The......thing...roared. "You better be lucky that most of my body is covered in rock, or else that really could've hurt!"
"Um...I-I'm sorry...Mr. uh...?" I wasn't too sure what to call it since I had no idea what it was. Most of the body was indeed covered in rock, the rest being tanned yellowish muscles. The only property of which it wore that looked humanly was a badge.
"Goron!" He snapped. "I'm a goron! Our species live near Hyrule, and I'm here on work to check passenger's bags for any dangerous threat."
"Oh yeah, I've heard of your kind. You can be employed?"
"YES, we can!" He yelled, pulling my blade out. "Which is why you shouldn't be carrying these around here!"
"Yeah, well I'm off to my flight for Smash Mansion-"
"Woah! You serious!?" I was feeling quite odd with him so close to me.
"Well, here then!" The Goron threw a stack of papers in my hands. "All guys coming here for the Super Smash Brawl Tournament our supposed to be signing these airport documents to confirm that you're allowed to bring your weapons."
"Gah, I hate paperwork...." I groaned.
"Yeah, well I'm sure Bush does too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been such a bad president for The United States." He said gruffly spoke while I had taken out the trusty pen of mine that would be scribbling through these cursed papers."By the way, one of the guys representing our lands is a swordsman named Link."
"Yeah, he's supposed to be one of the veterans. What about him?"
"Give him a good beating if you wanna prove yourself as a good swordsman. Eh, laddie?"
"Hah hah hah...hah...." My laugh was sarcastic, and annoyed with this guy's ramblings. I detest the ugly.
"Hey, back of the line!" The Goron called to the intruder.
"I don't wanna cut, but I'm in a big hurry! I need to get to flight 13!"
"Flight 13? Thats where all the newcomers are going for the Brawl Tournament!"
A cold wind swept through my spine. The familiarity of the voice and the fact that he was also in the same tournament....
But it couldn't be Roy, who obviously isn't a newcomer!
"Whatever your name is, could you pass the same papers to him?" The Goron asked as he handed me the same stack of documents I had.
"Yeah." I grunted, grabbing them and turning around to whoever had come in a hurry. "Here you go-"
"Wow, thanks so much!"
My mouth became dry, and all the happiness that I had experienced in my life scurried away like rats. The boy I was currently looking at was shorter then me, reddish brown hair with a messy hairstyle and had big eyes.
Just. Like. Roy.
Something suddenly trickled out of my left earlobe,he had begun to talk again.
"Looks like your ear is bleeding! You okay?"
He sounded JUST like him. NO JOKE.
First instinct that hit me. RUN. I left my documents in a mess, making that Goron start calling me to come back. Halfway through the escape, I had little time to realize that I had dropped my sword!
"HEY, WAIT MISTER! You dropped your sword!"
"HEY KID, YOU DIDN'T FILL OUT YOUR WORK EITHER!"
I managed to look back for a moment-
He was running after me! Roy was chasing me down, holding onto my sword! WHAT, YOU DON'T THINK HE'S ROY? HE OBVIOUSLY IS! He just changed his clothes and dyed a part of his hair a different color!
ROY IS A STALKER, I TELL YOU! HE'S ANOTHER RABID FANGIRL!
"Geez, what freaks! Well, they must have been in the tournament anyway...." The Goron groaned as he bent down to pick up the papers. With all of them together, he stood back up, slightly annoyed with those two hoodlums, who dared passed him! When It comes to an airport where all violent video characters alike appear....there can be LOTS of weapons.
"Bag, please." He demanded, as the next one in line held up a suitcase. That is, BEFORE everyone started flying in different directions screaming as a tiny dented-like motor cycle came rocketing through! A rope was tied down from the handle to the seat, making it accelerate on its own.
"FOR THE LOVE OF SHIGERU MIYAMOTO, I HATE THIS JOB!" The Goron screamed in anger as it chased down the loose motor cycle. As the injured citizens struggled to stand, the shortest out of all of them made his way past them.
"'Scuse me! Move it! I'll be much more better than you'll ever be- GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF MY FACE!"The one that had been next in line was violently kicked down by the the one who had sent the motor cycle out-Wario, holding a box.
"Is he gone?" A voice whispered.
"Yeah, fat rock dude's gone."
He dropped the box on the floor, which went up in flames, as Solid Snake flew out!!! With a suit case.
"What do you have in their that they won't let into the airport?" Wario asked him.
"Oh. Well, YOU OWE ME FOR MY MOTORCYCLE!!"
"It was a piece of junk, anyway." The mercenary replied cooly as he threw from his pocket a wad of cash, "Here, buy yourself a new one!"
"You mean it? AWESOME! I'm getting a bigger one for the tournament!!"
"Why you were accepted, I never will understand." Snake replied as he took a cypher from his suitcase, and flew off with it.
"Your the one who's not even a legal citizen of Nintendo, you immigrant-AH!" Before he could react, he was picked up by the back of his jacket by the Goron security guard, who also held the now-fully destroyed motor cycle.
"HEY!! We don't take kindly to child-killers here!"
"WTF? I'm not even a child killer!"
"NO! What the hell made you think that!?"
"I dunno, you remind me a killer clown.
During this pointless argument, everyone in the line were standing again, but barely. That was when for the third time, they were yet again knocked down. But by a blue ball! This blue ball stopped his running, and stood as a hedgehog.
"Sonic the Hedgehog-here to go through security checking!!!" Such a star-like pose he had made, but was not noticed by the two.
"Are you saying I look like a clown??"
"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, maybe if you got a nose job that what lose the look a bit."
"Hello?" Sonic said, waving his hand. "Need to go through security checking, kinda in a hurry!"
"I don't even know who that is!!"
"He was the killer clown in a Steven King movie!"
"WHAT STEVEN KING MOVIE!?"
"I DON'T KNOW, I CAN'T REMEMBER!!"
"Seriously guys, I need to get to flight 13 for the Brawl Tournament!"
"WELL THAN WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME I LOOK LIKE SOME RANDOM CLOWN?!"
"BECAUSE I CAN, DAMMIT!"
"WELL YOU LOOK LIKE A POKEMON!"
"NO I'M NOT!"
"I've been trying to get into this tournament for years, and the Gods of Sega finally let me so-"
"I SHOULD HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR SUCH RACISM!"
"YOU DON'T ARREST PEOPLE FOR BEING RACIST!"
"UNLESS THEY'RE RACIST CHILD-KILLERS!"
Both turned noticing the hedgehog who now had flames growing from his eyes. He spoke in a voice, that could only have been sung by demons from the fiery pit of Heck below.
"SHUT THE EFF UP! YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO FINALLY GET INTO THIS TOURNAMENT!! EVER SINCE I CAME AROUND, PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DYING FOR ME TO COMPETE WITH THAT FAT-ASS PLUMBER IN BRAWL BUT NINTENDO WOULDN'T ALLOW IT- SO NOW YOU WILL CHECK THROUGH MY BAGS, AND LET ME THROUGH SO I CAN MAKE IT TO THIS FLIGHT!"
"...............Well, see ya!"
"GAH!" The hedgehog was astonished to see Wario bite at the Goron's hand, which was not covered in rock. He clutched it in pain, and screamed as the tiny man ran away.
"GET BACK HERE!! I WILL PROVE TO THE WORLD THAT YOU ARE A CHILD-KILLER!!"
"WHAT!?" He turned back to Sonic, "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY NEED!?"
"...My bags to be looked through?"
"Oh right." As if nothing had happened, he merely took the bag from the hedgehog and felt through it with his hand. "So your actually that famous Sonic the Hedgehog everyone's been excited about seeing in Brawl?"
"Pardon me!" The red-head behind Sonic complained, as he and his injured family managed to stand. "But we've been waiting in line forever to get to our plane and nearly died at these recent events! He should be waiting at the end of the line!"
"Well, not to offend you or anything but you're just not important to the world whatsoever so sorry. GEEZ."
As the rock man skimmed towards the bottom of the bag, a disturbing sight caught his sight.
"Something wrong, bud?" The blue animal asked of him. "I didn't bring any actual weapons beside the Chaos Emeralds, a trampoline, and my super fast speed!"
"Ok, then, um, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Pulling out from deep inside by the hand, was a familiar not-so humanly fan-girl of our Sonic.
"Hi, Sonic!" She squealed, jumping into his arms.
"MAM, YOU NEED TO BUY PLANE TICKETS TO BE HERE." The Goron yelled.
"I don't need plane tickets to see my boyfriend leave!" She barked at him.
"Amy, I'm not your boyfriend." The 'boyfriend' mumbled.
"WELL WHY NOT!?"
"You fully know well why!"
"Well....I......um.........Oh Sonic, I wish you didn't have to leave me!"
"A-Amy, you know I need my big break!" He choked, somehow withstanding her grip.
"But you've had so many games, can't they count!?"
"Yeah, but this is something I want to do."
"Well, I want to do it with you!"
"Amy, your talking as if we're married!"
She bashed her eyelids. "Then does that make this a proposal?"
"OH GOD, NO." He said immediately dropping her to the ground. "Look, it's like the fans say! If Knuckles and Shadow couldn't make it into Brawl, then neither can Amy Rose. Right?"
"Right......" She sighed sadly.
"I'll write to you and the others, and with me gone you won't have too much trouble from Eggman."
"Fine then. I was going to tell you anyway that every time I'd hit someone, I'll always think of you."
He gave a weak smile at such a compassionate saying. Of course, this moment had to die away quickly as the crowd spoke up.
"Will you lovers just hurry it up!? Some of us have lives!"
"WHAZAMAA!??" Very quickly and from no where, Amy had pulled out her hammer.
"It's obvious she just wants to have her way with you!"
Thinking fast, Sonic ran off with his bag.
"I'LL KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IF YOU DARE SPEAK ILL OF OUR RELATIONSHIP, GOTTIT!!?"
Stares were earned. All were silent, too wounded to take risk and too smart. That is, except for one of them.
And so on that day, they all witnessed the horrible death of that red-haired man who was soon to come from the line. The Goron was befuddled for a moment, before it hit him.
"I REMEMBER NOW! The movie's called 'IT'!"
I have now introduced two newcomer's problem. Ike paronoid that this Roy twin is a stalker, and Sonic preparing to finally be part of the brawl!
Please R&R! Hope none were freaked out by that Sonic posessed part. I was recalling one day when my friends came over to play brawl. Everytime I was Sonic, and standing in front of a weapon that spewed flames, I would pause and say in a dark voice "I AM SATAN. SEGA WILL RULE YOU ALL".
I do the same with Mickey Mouse, but it's "DISNEY WILL RULE YOU ALL." :D