Hay guys, it's me again! *cough* Well well well. Looks like I finally pulled myself out of that writers block (dangit! What am I supposed to put here) to come up with something creative for chapter five. It's not really long, but I'm proud of the ending. And It won't make sense if you haven't done subspace. Just an FYI.

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Samus opened her eyes slowly, hearing soft rain and quiet thunder. She lifted her head out of her arms and looked out of her window to see a marshy, sodden palace of rain, rain, and, you guessed it, more rain. She wondered when this stupid rain was going to let up. It had been going on for ages now! She pushed herself up with her arms and drug a brush through her hair. After pulling it into its usual high ponytail, she rubbed her eyes and opened the door to her room. Marth was standing there, and his eyes widened for a millisecond when she opened the door.

"What could you possibly want this early in the morning, Girly-Boy?" Samus muttered darkly, crossing her arms.

"Nothing that concerns you, Aran." Marth narrowed his eyes.

"Well, well, well, then, why are you standing in my doorway, looking oddly flustered?" Samus raised a pale eyebrow.

Marth's face felt a bit warm, and he turned around and walked off.

Samus frowned after him, turned around, and closed her door. As soon as she shut it, it burst open to reveal a wide eyed Roy. "S-Samus! You've got to help me! I'm being hunted alive!"

Samus stared at him. "What'd you do th-"

"ROY! YOU ATE ALL OF THE ICE CREAM! WE JUST BOUGHT IT!"

"C'mon, Sam! Pleaaaase help me! She's going to kill me!"

Samus sighed. "You shouldn't have eaten all of the ice cream. By the by, there was six gallons of it. Why did you eat it all last night? That's just not natural. Gosh, you must have an extremely high metabolism."

"Stop rambling, Sammy!"

"Don't call me that! What a stupid nickname."

"Yeah, yeah." Roy looked around and dove under her bed. "Thanks, Sam!"

"Whatever. Just don't get too comfortable."

Peach burst into the room. She stared at the bed. "Roy, your feet are sticking out."

Samus laughed. Peach didn't. She attacked him with Mr. Torture.

*~*~*~*

At noon, the Smashers sat at the table. "So, Samus, you have the code, right?"

"Yeah. It's 434359302." They stared at her blankly, but since she had it memorized, it was okay.

"Okay."

The Smashers got up and walked towards the long corridor that led into Master Hand's room. A few paintings were hung up, ones of Master Hand and Crazy Hand, pictures of all of the Smashers, just like they were a family. An insane family at that, but a family nonetheless. The pictures were taken in groups: a picture of all the girls, a picture of the kids, a picture of the human boys, a picture of the creatures and non-humans, and a picture of everyone together. Surprisingly, everyone looked slightly happy in the picture with everyone together. Roy was beaming, Peach was smiling widely with her hand on her hip, Link and Zelda were holding hands happily, Marth had a small smile on his usually tense face, and Samus was holding up a peace sign with her hand on Marth's shoulder.

Samus didn't remember doing that.

She frowned and continued walking down, trying to catching up with the rest of the group that had seemed to walk ahead of her. She must have slowed down sub consciously without knowing it. Maybe that's what happened in the picture. Or maybe Photoshop.

Samus shook her head.

"Aran? You coming?" Marth called over his shoulder. Samus nodded and jogged forward.

They finally reached Master Hand's door. It was tall and wide, entirely black, and evil-looking. Roy gulped as Peach turned the door knob slowly, her eyes wide. With a long, low, creak, the door slowly opened. The room was pitch black. They couldn't see anything. Peach took a step inside and hesitated.

"Didn't we bring the flashlights?" Roy handed her one. She ran her hand along it until she found the switch and flicked it on. A dim light cast into the room. It was large and plain. There were no windows and no lights. There was an oversized, oddly shaped bed in one corner, a vanity on one wall, and a wide door that probably led into a closet to their left. A large chandelier hung in the middle, covered in dust and cobwebs. "How often does M.H. actually clean this place?" Peach frowned and stepped into the room. The others followed.

Samus found herself admiring the woodwork on the bed. It was dark, almost black wood, carved very precisely. She ran a cold hand over it once, and pulled herself away. She shuffled her way over to a corner that didn't have anything in it, and kicked something hard. "Ow…" she muttered, squatting down. "Hey, look at this," she called softly over her shoulder. The other Smashers walked over to her to see what she had found.

In front of Samus was a black box that was nailed shut.

"How are we going to open it? It's nailed shut," Peach murmured.

Samus thought. "Hand me the flashlight, Peach." Peach passed it on to Samus, who shone the light on the dark box. It was chained shut, not nailed. A small calculator-looking lock was on it. There was the basic set of numbers on it, zero through nine. "Do I need to enter the code?"

"I assume that would make sense," Marth murmured from behind her. His voice was soft.

Samus began typing the numbers into the calculator-looking lock. It took her about thirty seconds. The lock slowly opened, and the chain fell useless to the ground. Samus' hand moved along the edge of the box until she found a small latch. She flicked the latch open and slowly raised the dark box. There, inside the box, in front of her, was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen in her Smashing history.

The ball was shaped in the all-too-familiar Super Smash Bros symbol, and it was glowing bright gold. The heroes could practically feel the power radiating off of it. Samus reached a shaky hand down to touch the small orb. It was warm. She found the strength in her other hand to grab the Smash Ball and pull it out of the box. Everyone was holding their breath.

"Wow . . ." Samus exhaled. "This is what they want to get a hold of, huh?"

Marth was the first to regain his speech. "I guess so." He hesitated, then placed a pale hand on the glowing orb. His hand felt like it could lift a thousand tons. The sensation was overwhelming. He pulled his hand back. "It feels strange."

Samus nodded slowly. She felt stronger than she had ever felt before. She felt stronger than when she was in hypermode. The power radiated through her, tingling and flowing smoothly. She liked the feeling of it. "This isn't good. This thing is amazingly powerful. Anyone who isn't strong enough that gets a hold of this is doomed. And if they are strong enough, we're doomed."

"Well, let's just hope that the person who took Ike, Master Hand, and Pit is doomed," Peach said. "Come on; let's go get this over with."

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The Smashers were ready to go face the person behind the kidnappings. They were all dressed casually, to ignore curiosity from the other Smashers, but they were each equipped with their weapons (swords, frying pans, magic, plasma whip, turnips). The Master Smash Ball was tucked neatly inside a bag Samus was carrying. Zelda took Links hand and led him outside, as the others followed. It was still raining, but the Smashers couldn't care less. They were expecting a fight.

The heroes decided that their best approach would be to head to the forest that was behind the Smash Mansion. Since the person said they were in the woods, they assumed that these were the woods they were talking about.

"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and roun . . ." Roy's voice faded as he saw something move in the corner of his eye. His hand slowly reached for his sword. "Guys," Roy muttered quietly, "I hear something. " The group backed up slowly. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash and everything went blank.

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There is fire everywhere, smoke everywhere. I can't see anything; the smoke is burning my eyes. I can't see the ground, there are too many ashes. It's so hot. There's no one else here as far as I can see.

"Mommy?! Mommy?! Where are you?!"

There is a voice. It's a female, and she's young. Her voice is near. I don't have the strength to move.

"Mommy! Where are you? I'm scared!"

The voice is closer now. She's moving closer to me.

"Mom! Dad? Anyone?!"

The girl is in clear view now. Her hair is short and blonde, and her clothes are dark and ashy. She has a long cut on her cheek, and she is crying. Her eyes are bright green, just like Samus'. She looks so scared. I want to reach out a hand and comfort her, tell her it will be okay, but my body isn't cooperating. She's looking at me, but it's like she's looking through me. She can't see me. Am I dead?

*~*~*~*

Marth awoke with a start. He had that dream again.

Marth took a moment to check his surroundings. He was in some kind of lab. The others were on the ground, just like he was. They were in odd poses, though…

Marth drew in a sharp breath. The others were trophies. Which means…

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Peach lay still on the cold laboratory floors. She couldn't move, but she could feel her body. Her eyes were open wide, and she wanted to blink, but her body wasn't obeying her mind. She couldn't see anyone else, but as far as she could tell, everyone was laying still on the ground.

Suddenly, something grabbed her arm, which stayed stiff, and hauled her into some kind of tube. Now she could see everyone clearly. Zelda, one foot up, one arm out. Link, holding a shield, sword out. Marth, one hand on his hip, sword in other. Samus, one knee bent, gun raised. Her bag was nowhere to be seen. Roy, sword tucked behind him. And Peach stood, fingers intertwined, in this tube, watching. Watching as her friends were moved into tubes identical as hers by a hooded figure that she couldn't identify.

Peach felt so helpless.

She couldn't yell. She couldn't break the glass. She couldn't even pull out Mr. Torture! Here she was, watching as her allies, her friends, her Smashing family was shoved into green tubes by some unknown person! And she was just as everyone made her out to be: a damsel in distress.

Abruptly, the hooded figure pulled off its mask. Peach was half hoping to see the Red Death there, but instead was a human head. It was bright, bright blue, and hurt to look at, but Peach couldn't close her eyes or turn away. The figure spoke in her mind.

"I am Tabuu."

And then there was a bright flash of light, and everything was forgotten.

*~*~*~*~*

Peach smiled widely at the large crowd awaiting the first battle of the season. Zelda was at her side, observing the match between Kirby and Mario with her.

A dark ship loomed above the auditorium…

And Peach thought that she should remember something…

But she couldn't…

And then they attacked.

Side information: Those who were kidnapped, except for Master Hand, were returned in with the others, but couldn't remember anything with the others. A week later, the first battle of the season took place, along with the beginning of subspace.

And that's the end of it guys! YAY! It's finally done! *dances around* Ahem. Well I guess I should do the disclaimer thing…

I do not own Super Smash Brothers Brawl, or anything related to it. I only own my game.

Bye! Hopefully some nice people with be nice and review for me! I sure do like reviews. They make me smile.

Oh yeah! Thanks to all of you who did review it. That was nice of you.

Until next time… *tips hat*