Pit walked over awkwardly, giving a small wave. "Hey, um… hi. I'm Pit."
Min Min blinked, looking up from her seat. "Oh! You're that guy from Round One—the one who only took, like… what? Three percent?"
Little Mac groaned loudly from the bench next to her.
Min Min blinked, realized, and immediately winced. "Right, right—sorry. You're the guy who turned into a punching bag."
She pointed at Little Mac. "He's the one who got turned into a pancake."
Little Mac held up a weak thumbs-up. "I'm alive… but inside? I died twice."
Pit chuckled nervously. "Heh… yeah, uh, that match was something."
Pandora leaned over Pit's shoulder. "You should've seen him afterwards—his ego was bruised harder than Little Mac's ribs."
Little Mac: "HEY—my ribs are FINE!"
Dr. Mario, passing by with a clipboard, didn't even slow down. "No they aren't."
Min Min looked between Pit and his very chaotic entourage of goddesses, sparks, and shoulder-floating serpents and squinted. "Sooo… are these your friends or your boss fight?"
Palutena immediately stepped forward and sparkled. "Oh, I'm much more than that. I'm his cherished goddess and eternal guide—"
Viridi shoved her aside. "He doesn't need guidance, he needs healing, which YOU should've given to Little Mac instead!"
Phosphora snickered from the back. "Let them talk, Pit. It's funnier this way."
Min Min blinked again. "Wow. And I thought my universe was dramatic."
Pit shrugged helplessly. "Welcome to Smash."
Meanwhile on the screen — Round 5: DK vs Meta Knight
The camera followed absolute carnage.
DK was swinging Meta Knight around like a purple spinning top, while Meta Knight kept slicing DK's arms mid-spin like he was trying to politely remind him he had a sword.
Back in the Winner Wing…
Pit, Min Min, and Little Mac watched the match unfold with various levels of trauma.
Pit leaned a bit toward Min Min.
"Yeah, so, uh… sorry about how your match turned out. You and Lucina were going crazy out there."
Min Min nodded, rubbing her arm where the Dragon ARM was still slightly sparking from earlier.
"Thanks. Honestly? It was fun. Lucina hits like a truck wearing royal armor. But hey, I lasted longer than Spring Man thought I would."
From the Loser Section, Little Mac grumbled loudly.
"Great. Awesome. Everyone keeps bragging about lasting long. Meanwhile I get turned into airborne protein paste."
Pit winced. "Yeah… sorry about that again."
Min Min poked Mac's shoulder. "At least you didn't explode yourself like Pichu."
Pichu squeaked defensively from the corner with a tiny bandaged head.
Dr. Mario, still checking Min Min's shoulder, chimed in.
"Remember, no overexerting your ARM. And Pichu— you stay away from anything that says 'volt.' Or 'shock.' Or 'static.' Actually… anything bright."
Pichu nodded, eyes wide.
Wario stomped over, shoving his way into the conversation.
"Wa! Min Min! You should've hit Lucina with more noodle power. Then I wouldn't have to deal with sword lady!"
Pit blinked. "Wait, you're scared of Lucina?"
Wario pointed at the screen dramatically.
"She's got plot armor! Fire Emblem people always survive stuff that should kill them!"
Palutena casually leaned in behind Pit.
"Well, to be fair, Pit also survives things that should kill him."
Pit: "HEY!"
Viridi giggled. "She's not wrong."
Phosphora threw an arm over Pit's shoulder. "But that's why we love you. Durable angel boy."
Pit just groaned.
Dr. Mario looked at Min Min and gestured.
"Can you—ehh—your arm?"
Min Min nodded and with a soft fwip both her noodle arms reverted to normal human arms.
"Yeah, it's a genetic thing in my universe. We can turn them on and off. Really confuses airport security."
Little Mac, still bandaged like a burrito, just quietly groaned.
Palutena leaned over from Pit's group.
"…You can just casually say that? No follow-up explanation? Nothing?"
Min Min shrugged.
"Lady, I come from a world where people fight by rocket-punching each other from fifty feet away. I stopped asking questions a long time ago."
Before anyone could respond, the Smash announcer's voice boomed through the arena:
"ROUND FIVE WINNER—META KNIGHT!"
Everyone in the winner's lounge froze for a moment.
Wario threw both hands up dramatically.
"WAAAA! Thank heavens! I did NOT want to fight Donkey Kong again! Last time he used me like a drum!"
Pit sighed in relief too.
"Okay, crisis avoided. Meta Knight might be terrifying, but at least he won't throw us into the sun."
Min Min raised a hand.
"Wait… what do you mean again?"
Wario stared at the floor, haunted.
"…Never speak of Jungle Japes Incident."
Meta Knight entered the winner's wing silently, cape fluttering. He walked like he had already planned seventeen ways to destroy the room if necessary.
Pit waved nervously.
"H-hey Meta Knight! Congrats on the win!"
Meta Knight nodded curtly.
"Victory was expected."
Viridi muttered under her breath, "Yep. Totally normal guy. Absolutely not a knife gremlin in a cape."
Palutena smiled brightly.
"Oh come on, he's cute in a 'will definitely stab you' kind of way."
Meta Knight turned his head slowly toward her.
Palutena immediately pretended to check her nails.
Dr. Mario clapped his hands together.
"Okay! Who's next for-a checkup? Pit? You took very little damage, but-a you did get dog-piled by excitement."
Pit waved his hands frantically.
"No, no! I'm fine! Completely healthy! Please heal Little Mac instead!"
Little Mac sat on a bench, wrapped in medical tape like an Egyptian mummy, weakly giving a thumbs-up.
Dr. Mario shook his head.
"Nope. He's stable. You? You have harem-related stress."
Pit stared at him.
"…That's not a real condition."
Dr. Mario leaned in.
"Kid, I come from a world where a mushroom makes you taller. Everything is a real condition."
Round 6 was announced and it was: Greninja Vs Red (Pokémon Trainer)
Everyone in the Winner Wing just… stared at the screen.
Pit blinked.
Palutena blinked.
Viridi blinked.
Wario loudly said what everyone else was thinking:
"Wa—WHY THEY MAKE FROG FIGHT CHILD!?"
On the announcer booth, Sora practically slammed the mic.
"Just to be clear! The wheel chose this matchup at random! We did NOT make a kid fight a ninja frog on purpose!!"
Below, in the arena, Red simply adjusted his hat, completely unfazed by the chaos he had apparently been thrown into.
Greninja crouched low, water blades forming in its hands.
Red tossed a Pokéball up and caught it again. "…Let's do our best."
Pit blinked again… and again…
"Wait wait WAIT," Pit said, pointing at the screen. "Isn't Greninja ALSO technically a Pokémon that Red could use?"
Viridi shrugged. "Red's team works on vibes. He just catches gods, dragons, birds of destruction… but not frogs."
Palutena chuckled. "Besides, Greninja already has a Trainer. The frog has rights."
Wario leaned toward the screen.
"Wa… I hope the kid wins. The frog scares me."
Pandora hugged Pit's arm tighter. "Honestly? I'm rooting for whoever doesn't Shadow Clone into ten copies and stab someone."
Phosphora grinned. "So… not Greninja."
Dr. Mario sighed like a man already planning first-aid. "I'm going to need a bigger briefcase…"
The match timer hit 3… 2… 1… GO!
Greninja immediately vanished in a blur of speed.
Red didn't flinch.
He threw a Pokéball forward.
"Charizard, go!"
A massive burst of flame erupted as Charizard roared across the stadium.
Pit pumped his fist. "OH!!! This is about to be COOL!"
Palutena nodded proudly. "Charizard versus ninja frog—classic elemental rivalry."
Viridi raised an eyebrow. "No it's not."
"Shhhh," Palutena whispered. "Let me enjoy this."
The screen went as Charizard raced towards Greninja with Metal Claw, as Greninja jumped away, as Charizard sent a flame towards, as Greninja moved away as he was grabbed by vines and slammed to the ground by Ivysaur.
Before Greninja could, Pikachu came behind him and shocked him.
In the winners' wing, everyone saw it.
Lucina watched the screen as Red's team moved with frightening synchronicity—Pikachu shocking Greninja mid-dodge, Ivysaur's vines grabbing him the instant he landed, and Charizard swooping in with a Metal Claw for the finisher.
She swallowed as the damage counter ticked up fast.
Greninja: 54% → 78% → 103%
Lucina exhaled.
"I always assumed calling him 'the Demon of Kanto' was just… people exaggerating."
Wario shook his head.
"Waaa… no. I fought him once in Brawl. I still wake up sweating."
Palutena tilted her head thoughtfully.
"Red fights like a perfectly optimized RPG party… except the party is one guy who refuses to blink."
Viridi crossed her arms.
"Yeah, well, maybe that's why Greninja's getting folded like a lawn chair."
Pit watched, wide-eyed.
"And he's doing all that without items… or magic… or goddess blessings… or noodle arms…"
He glanced at Min Min. "Uh, no offense."
Min Min lifted her normal human arm with a tiny laugh.
"None taken. Honestly, compared to that? Even I'm scared."
Dr. Mario adjusted his head mirror.
"I already prepped a bed in the infirmary. Someone's leaving this ring with at least three Pokémon-shaped bruises."
Little Mac groaned from the loser's corner.
"And I thought my match was bad…"
On screen, Red gave a silent command—just a nod.
Pikachu dashed forward, Quick Attack chaining straight into Iron Tail.
Greninja slammed into the side of Pokémon Stadium 2 with a visible shockwave.
The KO buzzer blared.
Greninja: K.O.
Everyone in the winner's wing stared at the screen in awe, horror, or both.
Pit blinked.
"So… uh… who fights him next round?"
A long, tense silence.
Wario pointed immediately at Pit.
"Waa! Definitely him!"
Pit panicked.
"WAIT, WHAT?!"
Lucina sighed sympathetically.
"May the gods have mercy."
Palutena raised a hand.
"They won't."
Viridi nodded.
"Absolutely not."
Phosphora grinned.
"But hey! If you survive, bragging rights!"
Pandora hugged Pit tighter with a mischievous sparkle.
"Or we'll write something nice on your gravestone."
Pit stared at the screen, pale.
"Oh, great… he swapped to Charizard again… oh no… oh no…"
To be continued
Hope people like this ch and give me power stones and enjoy