Being Cut

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Toon Link rushed through the halls of the mansion as he did every single day. He ran from the cafeteria to Ness's room. He knocked on it like some maniac. He knew it was pointless. Ness wouldn't open the door. He never did. Not since he left. The door was very secure. It was metal and would only open with Ness's permission. "Hurry up, Ness!!!" Toon Link yelled. Waiting patiently wasn't something in his vocabulary. He just continued slamming his fist into the door.

After what felt like hours, to Toon Link at least, the door slid open. Ness stood in the doorway. He was still in his pajamas with his unkempt hair. A look that Toon Link got very used to seeing. Toon Link crossed his arms. "Wakey wakey already."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever..." Ness turned back around letting out a yawn. "I'll meet you in the dining room." Toon Link nodded before running off. All Ness could do was sigh as the door closed. "How do you do it, TL." Ness walked off to his closet. He grabbed his clothes and walked to the mirror in his bathroom. On the sink was a framed photo. It was of an old Smasher. Picking it up, Ness smiled. He was his closest friend.

By the time the two met, Ness had already spent quite a lot of time without him. The first set of tournaments was the hardest to go through. He didn't have very many people his own age to talk to. The second set came around and he had a few people he could talk to, but no one he was all that close to. But then the third. That was when he met him. When he met Lucas.

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Lucas's First Arrival

The Smashers had been told to meet up in a large auditorium. They knew what it was for. It was already announced that the second set of tournaments, titled Melee, was over. They were about to enter the next, which they were told to be Brawl. A spotlight shone from above. Master Hand came floating from the ceiling above the stage. "Good morrrrrrrrning Smashers!!!" he said loudly as he let out a pretty iconic laugh by this point. "As everyone suspected, we'll be entering our third phase of the tournaments. Brawl!!!" The applause roared from the crowd of Smashers, which wasn't very many. "Now, please let Mario. Our first ever Smasher, to make today's announcements. I have business to attend to." Master Hand flew off through the ceiling.

Mario made his way to the stage and adjusted the mic a bit. Clearing his throat he smiled out at the roster. "Now, I just wanna say this, I'm super excited for more fun fights with all of you!! However...something sad has to happen first." Mario brought out a piece of paper, taking some time to read off of it. "Due to the amount of people we're bringing, we're unfortunately going to need to cut a few of us." There were instantly some gasps from the roster. That didn't happen when going from the first to the second. Everyone got on edge in an instant. "I know. Master Hand didn't want this either, but it is what it is."

Ness looked at the people he sat next to. They were his only real friends in the mansion. He was friendly with most of the other Smashers, but none of them he'd consider a real friend. Young Link, and a duo titled Ice Climbers, but their real names were Popo and Nana. Everyone was nervous. Anyone could've been kicked out. He didn't want to lose his only friends. Mario cleared his throat again.

"Mewtwo, sorry pal, you've been cut." Everyone looked over to see Mewtwo sitting with the likes of Bowser and Ganondorf. Ganondorf, for the first time, looked a bit sad. He patted Mewtwo's back. He floated up and all the way to the stage. Mario took a step back, motioning for him to say a few words. Mewtwo looked out at the roster.

"This Mansion has shown me a few things that will be utterly invaluable as I take it back home. I appreciate all of you for showing me that my power can be used in many different ways." Mewtwo looked over at the people he was sitting with. "And thank you in particular for showing me that even I can have friends." Cue the applause.

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