Ever since you were introduced to be set in motion for the new Super Smash Bros, you had trained your ass off.

Mii’s were nothing short of just playable characters, almost abandoned on the spot before you, your friend Swordfighter, and Gunner were coded into the game.

The three of you stayed silent as you looked around the plug leading to the new and improved Smash Bros. The three of you silently nodded to each other as you stepped into.

First thing you noticed was— it was bright. Bright and colorful. A couple of the smaller smashers were chasing each other around (more like Villager riding his lloid rocket, chasing Ness and the others)

Link was with Zelda and Ganondorf (very surprising for you to see) but let it be unknown that they had different lives than their coding in the games. The villains may hurt the others, but they were different outside the respective games. (Even if there were lingering bits of…evil there)

Bayonetta was speaking to Kirby and a couple of the Waddledees, praising them for making her some tea in a sunny day like this.

It was a nice day, wasn’t it?

“Hello! You must be joining the new game!” Mario himself—the face of Nintendo came up to shake the three of your hands, still the same Italian accent woven thickly into his tone.

A couple of new Smashers were there also—mingling with the people from their games. But you were just a Mii. Set to be like someone else.