Chaos in the Smash Mansion

After reading a good ass SSBB story, I wanted to do one! M, of course ;) It stars YOU, so even though you may look nothing like this, show mercy, I'm sorry! Anyways, yo profile;

Name: Ranto (Japanese for brawl! :D)

Gender: Male (Sorry, female readers :( )

Age: 20

Height: 5'03'' (lol, you short)

Race: Human

Hair: Short, spiky black with white streaks

Eyes: Orange (Changed it, thought this would be better)

Some info about you: You're a quiet, very strong boy who's a very well-known street fighter back in your hometown, being the former gang leader of one of the most dangerous and violent gangs in the world. However, you were sent to live in Smash Mansion by your parents to live there for a year, which you thought would be a complete HELL.

Well, I think that's it. Long intro is long, let's get to the story!

Your parents... ohh, how you hated them. You remembered their departing words they gave you at the airport, happily waving you goodbye as they forcefully sent you to live in a house full of non-human fucks you sure as god hell don't wanna know. The weather was perfect; gray clouds, stormy weather, heavy rain as you stood infront of the door of the massive mansion that shall be your home for 365 whole days. Boy, were you hoping these would be the fastest 365 days of your entire life. "Ugh..." You groaned deeply as you opened the door to hell, as you assumed.

What greeted you first was a long hallway, then a pair of wild, black eyes. "HEY!" "AGH!" You fell down to the floor. Infront of you was this big, fat guy in a biker suit with a spiky mustache. He looked at you funny.

"Ey! Who da hell are you?"

"Who the hell are YOU?"

"BITCH, that ain't the question I asked you! Wario will a fuck you up!"

There's no way this fat dumbass bitch was serious, you thought. You decided; it would NOT be good to get into any beef with anyone here. It's bad enough you have to stay here and having someone you hate already will just make things much worse. You grunted. "Look, sorry, I'm Ranto. I'm supposed to be the new person living here." Wario, as you assumed since he said it, stroked his chin for a second then an exclamation mark appeared above his head. "Ooohhh, yeaah! You're a that a new a guy we were expectin'! Her her, my a apologies! Ima Wario and here's my a greeting!" He stepped back, took in alot of air, and blasted out from his ass the letters that formed "Hi" "..." You felt your heart commit suicide. You really, REALLY wanted to go home, now.

"Hey, ass a buckets! He's a here!" "Oh, god..." You murmured under your breath. Wario took you to what you guessed was the main room of the mansion, where everyone had seemed to be. (Note: I even included the left-outs from Melee!) Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared intensely. At you. Wario thank godfully did the talking for you. "He's a Ranto! Da new guy's our a roommate!" Then you could hear the others making conversation, probably about you. Looking down at the floor, you hoped that none of them would talk to you. Shit out of luck.

"Greetings." "Uh!" You look up to see a really tall guy infront of you with spiky blue hair and a headband. He offered his hand to you. "My name is Ike. I fight for my friends." "Umm, that's...nice to know?" You awkwardly said shaking his hand. "Yes, if only you HAD friends." Said an even taller man with straight blue hair. "Marth, fuck you." Marth looked down on you. "Hello, little man!" "Hello, twink faggot." UP, now what did you say earlier? You would get ALONG with them! "I...I mean, hello...Marth." There ya go! :D

He also shook your hand. "I am the most beautiful swordsman you'll EVER meet! Where is your sword?" "Uhh, I ain't got one." Then he laughed at you. "No sword?! Magic powers?" "No." "Elemental moves?" "No." "Psychic powers? Even though they are outdated and suck ass?" "HEY!" Yelled a purple Pokemon from the distance. "The ability to jump high? Fly? FUCK, even the power to fart?! Anything?!" "Nope." "Shit hell, even if ya could pick TURNIPS, that'd be good enough! You have nothing, why are you even here?!" "That's what I wanna know!" You shook your head. "Look, I'm just a regular ol' human. If there's one thing I can do-" "FINALLY!" Everyone said at the same time. "Well that was rude. Anyways, the one thing I can do is fistfight." As far as you can tell, Marth wasn't impressed. At all. "...That's it? Really, THAT'S IT?!" "But they are very powerful punches, I swear! Though I couldn't possibly show you any evidence of-" "Yes you can."

A deep, Satan-like voice caught your attention. "How..." Your voice trailed off and you were near to shitting yourself at the figure before you; a gigantic, dragon turtle guy stood before, intimidating and gar-looking as ever with spike bands on his arms. You felt your legs shake uncontrollably and your teeth chatter. "U-U-U-Ummm, n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no th-th-th-thank you!" You hate how much of a wimp you were acting, but there's nooo WAY you were gonna tussle with THIS guy! "Calm down." "Huh?!" "Raa?"

You felt a hand, or more specifically, paw, on your shoulder. You looked down to see this serious looking Pokemon with dog-like features and red eyes. The same grumpy-looking cat from before chimed out, "Hey, look, it's the aura crackhead." "Silence, you inferior simpleton." He looked back up to you. "I feel your aura...it is one of severe fear and worry." He certainly got that right. "Do not fret, you are not going to battle. All you have to do is deliver a simple punch to prove your claim. That is all." "Yeah!" Exclaimed the big turtle. "Show me your best punch! I'm waaaiiiting, little man!" "G!" You don't like being called short. Nodding to the Pokemon for thanks, you stepped back up to him, balling up your fist. "Alright... here I go!" Letting out your battle cry, you moved at the speed of light and, with precise accuracy, clocked dead in the middle of his stomach. "K-K! That didn't do a..." Then he was sent flying into the wall, others quickly dodging out of the way. "DAYUM!" Were the reactions splattered on the guy's faces. One Italian fatty, who reminded you of Wario, jumped up saying, "Wowza! Mario is a impressed by the blow he a gave to Bowser!"

"Graggh..." Bowser climbed out of the hole in the wall, feeling his head. "Dang, that was a good one, kid." "Wow!" "Amazing!" "Woah!" The others were impressed by your mad strength. The shorter-than-you Pokemon patted your back and smiled at you. The two blue-haired swordsmen flicked a thumbs up at you. "Eh heh, eh heh, heh..." Though you were kind of happy, you still want to run out that door, and NEVER come back.

"So here's the bulletin board!" A trap- BOY named Pit said to you. You were wondering the whole time if he's wearing an angel costume or if he's an actual angel, but you decided not to ask, that would be rude. "Just look at all the names here!" The rooms were;

"The Kings:" Ganondorf, Bowser, and King Dedede

"The Mustache Guys:" Mario, Luigi, and Wario

"The Females:" Zelda, Peach, Samus, and Nana

"The Swordsmen:" Link, Marth, Pit, Ike, Roy, and Meta Knight

"The Pokemon:" Lucario, Mewtwo, Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Pichu

"The Guy and his Mons:" P.T. (Pokemon Trainer), Charizard, Ivysaur, Squirtle

"The Non-humans:" Kirby, Yoshi, Diddy Kong, ROB, Sonic

"The Tough Guys:" Snake, Captain Falcon, Donkey Kong

"The Captains:" Fox, Wolf, Falco

"The Kids: Toon Link, Ness, Lucas, Popo..."

"Ohh, it looks like you'll have to bunk with The Kids! It's the only one with a bed left, sorry!" At this point, you feel that's the safest with them. The Kings, you would get slaughtered. The Females, it would be too good to be true to get a room in there. The Swordsmen, you're sure to get slashed to death at least once a day. The Tough Guys, HELL no. "I guessed it can't be helped." You groaned.

"Hi!" "Hi!" "Hi!" "Hi!" " "Oh, god..." You were greeted by the cute, but screechy "Hi's" of the 4 little boys you will be bunking with. One of them, will big blue eyes looked up at you with that kid-like curiosity. You desperately wanted to pinch his cheeks. "Big brother!" An arrow struck into your heart. Jesus, that was adorable! Then the other three followed. "Big Brother! Big Brother! Big Brother Ranto!" Though this normally be adorable, to you, it was the satanic chantings that only heighten the living nighttime, that IS, living in the house of brawl called, "The Smash Mansion."

ENDO! While I'm not a fan of chapter stories, I just HAVE to do this one! Will there be M? Trust me, it'll come ;) For now, I hope you enjoyed and tell me what you think. Do you want to see more? I hope so, see ya!