Collection of the Smash Stories: Unearthed

Chapter 14 - Smasher Mii

Good morning. This is HyperInuyasha again, and boy, am I hyped for Smash Bros! How about you? Of course you are, you silly goose.

After the digital event, I looked at reactions to the characters. Palutena of course was positively received, but what of the Miis? Kinda divisive. A lot of people see them as silly and unneeded.

Well, here I am today to show you that I don't see them as silly.

Mii

The giant gloved hand floats down the hallway, dimly lit, one of the flash bulbs flickering ominously as he went like some sort of horror movie. This section of the castle, still being remodeled, previously only had storage rooms for items and such.

However, now, the storage held something living.

Master Hand reaches a door at the end and presses himself against it, listening in. Upon hearing nothing, he pulls out a key and unlocked the door, pushing himself inside.

He's grateful that he could fly upon seeing the shattered lamp below him. However, light wasn't quite an issue for him, so he could see the mess the room truly is.

The room stores extra clothing for Smashers of all sorts, blankets of different colors, all sorts of other luxuries. However, much of it was strewn across the floor, some clothing ripped up in frustration, broken mirrors vomiting sharp glass all over.

"Hello?" calls out the hand, making sure to close the door behind him.

He initially hears nothing. Master Hand floats in, inspecting the room further. Despite the mess, there was nothing food related; no leftover take-out, no empty boxes of food, no wrappers of delicious snacks, no water bottles.

The resident didn't need to eat. Even if they did, they were unable to do so.

Then, he heard a great sob.

Master Hand turns wildly, looking for the source of the noise. "Are you here? Answer me!"

Then, the creator of the sob screeches inhumanly.

Master Hand locates them. In the corner is a bundle of blankets, patterned with mushrooms and stars, triforces, and poke balls, all covering up a crying figure. The tone of the voice kept shifting with each choking cry, going from masculine to feminine to noises that didn't even sound remotely human - some of the noises weren't even similar to existing animals.

He approaches the poor person cautiously, hoping not to startle them, though they don't appear to notice. Master Hand gets closer and closer, until the blankets was within the reach of his giant gloved fingertips…

Then, like a magician performing a trick, he swiftly pulls the blankets away, revealing the magic underneath.

Staring at Master Hand is static. A vague, oval like shape could be seen behind the omnipresent static, constantly flashing, sad eyes looking at him that constantly changed shapes and positions. Then, those eyes, even in its constantly changing state, became undeniably surprised.

"Give… give those back!" they say in a warped voice.

"I'm sorr-" before Master Hand could even finish, they pounce. The blankets the hand was holding is pinned back to the ground, the figure wrapping themselves up in the stuff before the hand could get a good look at their body - pointless, as it was also a static-y mess.

Master Hand observes the figure before they spasm. He reaches out, hoping to help, but they smack his forefinger away roughly, screeching again. "You can't help me!"

They slouch away, the blankets crawling on the floor like an advancing bug. It would have been amusing had Master Hand not felt so bad for them.

"...I know."

The leader of the Smashers, the godlike gloved being, wants to help the suffering figure. Not just him, though. Ever since they all met them, they wanted to help desperately.

They just didn't know how.

"No-nobody can help me…" they huff, voice resembling that of a child, "I… I keep thinking I keep hearing these things I… what am I…"

"Some-sometimes I see myself as Zelda but then no no I want to be this man called Waluigi all of a sudden. Then. Then I want to b-be somebody else and I.. I…"

The figure sits up. The Mario styled sheet that covered their face unravels, revealing their head.

They resemble Lucas, now. They didn't look exactly like the real deal, but the face had been recreated as best as possible, a blonde hairstyle trying to be as close as it can be.

"I… am Lucas." they repeat, in a calmer, more consistent voice of a male child. "I am a boy, I come from Tazmilly…"

Master Hand didn't mind this. He was used to their identity shifts. "Yes, go on." He tries to be supportive, while also preparing to do something.

The being, more relaxed, smiling gently, tries to fit even more into the role they gave themselves. "I-I'm from MOTHER 3. I fought a villain named Porky. I killed… I-"

The smile warps into a frown, the face distorting a little. "I… I haven't killed. I didn't kill. I didn't kill anybody… no. No. No, Lucas didn't kill anybody he didn't then, then, I am not Lucas what does it make… me… Mii… me…"

Then, without warning, their face disappeared, erased off the body and scribbled over with static. The static is more berserk, fluctuating randomly, accompanied by their screams, back with the unstable voice of before. "No. I - I - I am not Lucas I am not Zelda I am not Waluigi what am I what am I what am I what am I -"

With the poor person freaking out again, Master Hand had to set into action, pulling out their face morphed to that of a mess of mouths and eyeballs, mouths opened into toothy screams, eyes staring in fear - definitely not human. "What are you doiNG WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT ARE-"

Master Hand then stabs the needle into them, a liquid draining into their body.

The newcomer, for the past few nights since they first arrived, had never slept, going through identity crises in the middle of the night, their personal sufferings heard throughout the castle like a poor ghost. However, while they didn't need food, they needed sleep.

"I'm sorry that it had to come to drugging you." says Master Hand, sighing somewhat regretfully. They twitch, somewhat angry, but then calms down. The shifting, many eyes close, the static taking back over, but less frenzied…

Then, they collapse, lying out on the floor. Master Hand covers their head back up - they would appreciate that.

"Please, get some rest…" he says.

Master Hand picks up them up and carries them over to the mattress, setting them in a comfortable position.

As he takes his leave, he swears that he could hear relaxed snoring.

(Hello, this is KF here. After this story fell asleep for so long, and after my long hiatus, I go through the "DocX" section in my account to realize that I basically have unfinished buisness here. I had no idea I had a chapter by someone else waiting to be posted. Sorry, Hyper!

So now that a new chapter has finally been posted, I have an idea to keep this going.

Since I'd rather not write out the rest of the Smashers chapters, and due to the fact that I do not know the status of the other people in the Fanfics Forum, I've come up with a solution. If you guys want, you can participate in this.

It's sort of a small contest. For any Smasher that has yet to have a chapter, you guys can write a chapter for that character. Winner gets in and gets to be a part of the Fanfics Forum. Don't worry if it's not you, because the losers can post the chapter as a one-shot anyway so your chapter won't go to waste. The Fanfics Forum may be dead now, but that doesn't mean it has to be that way forever. For further details, you can PM me.)