Well, this my first attempt at a fanfic! Yay! Please R&R ) I'll be updating often so I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SSB characters.


The final day of the Smash tournament had dawned upon the Smashers. Someone who felt the tension most of all resided in a locked office at the end of a long, winding corridor. That was Master Hand.

He lay in an awkward position; sprawled across a large couch with a dull pain pulsating in his thumb joint. But that was a minor detail; that pain was only caused by him leaning awkwardly.

An acute pain shot through his wrist right down to the end of his fingertips and he had no idea how that had happened. Slowly floating into the air, he looked down onto his desk where several papers had been stacked to the right… and an all too familiar piece of paper staring straight at him.

In big bold letters were the words: SUPER SMASH BROS. FILM UNIT. Manager - Yoshiki Inukai. Now he remembered…

At the bottom of the paper in joined up writing was a signature with a rushed picture the Super Smash Bros. logo which was drawn at a strange angle to the rest of the text. The remainder Master Hand's temporary amnesia vanished as he gazed –in a hand sort of way- at what he had agreed to.

"No…" he murmured. "I didn't do that…"

He read the contract over and over again but it still ended with his signature. On the paper was an offer:

As manager of the newly established SMASH! News, Yoshiki Inukai requests that the manager of the Super Smash Bros. tournaments accepts the following:

SMASH! News is creating a documentary of daily life at the Smash Bros. mansion and wishes to interview your fighters. In order for us to do this, Mr Inukai asks for you to comply with his rules which will hopefully not cause any disturbance to the Smashers.

Mr Inukai requires suitable accommodation for both the staff and himself. When filming we may ask Smashers for interviews. When we do this we ask that you do not interfere and only attend when asked. Finally, a schedule will be sent shortly for filming times and answers to some questions you may want to ask.

Failure to abide by these rules will result in punishment, and the same applies if you decline this offer.

Please sign below and send to the address at the top of the paper if you accept the terms above.

"I can't believe this… And they're coming today! I can't be doing with filming crew wandering about the place… while a TOURNAMENT is going on!"

Master Hand exclaimed so loudly that someone outside the door heard him, and there was a timid knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Master Hand asked calmly.

"Er… It's me, Peach, and Mario."

"Hold on, I'll be there in a second," replied Master as he floated towards the door.

He quickly unlocked it and let Peach and Mario inside.

"What is it?"

"Um… Well, we heard you shouting," said Peach.

"Is there anything wrong?" Mario queried suspiciously.

The hand raised his fingers as if he was about to declare something, but stopped.

"There is, isn't there?" said Peach worriedly, curiosity shining in her blue eyes.

"No no no! Well… Yes… But I think it's best if I tell you when all the Smashers can hear what I have to say."

Mario looked disappointed at the reply, but dared not keep bugging him about it. Adjusting his red cap, he turned to leave, Peach hurrying behind him.

"OK, Master Hand. Bye."

"Bye,"

Mario and Peach left the room without another word. He could explain the whole filming business, but last night's incident? How could he explain that he was close to death? How could he tell the Smashers that he could sense great danger? Master Hand fumed as he moved back to his desk.

He gazed up at the huge purple clock hanging next to his window. It was eleven o' clock in the morning. He would never let himself sleep in this late.

"What's wrong with me…" he muttered angrily, the hand clenching into a tight fist. The paper looked up at him innocently and almost expectantly from the desk.

He unfurled his fingers and fiercely grabbed the paper and clenched his hand again, crushing it.

"You're not gonna get the upper hand over me,"


Yay! First chappy done! All will be revealed -well, most of it- in the next chapter! I didn't write too much so I don't spoil the surprise ) The next chapter's gonna be less serious as the Smashers meet the film crew for the first time... But how will they react? Find out very soon!