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The Last Goodbye - Final SSB one-shot

*is crying* Guys, this is the final one-shot I'm uploading to this book. So it's going to be really, REALLY long one, but it's the last one. I'm just gonna go all out on writing this. So I really hope you guys enjoy. And I'll say my thanks at the end. :)

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"I'm just... s-so tired..."

"I don't want to fight against you anymore..."

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry for hurting you! Please tell me you're alright!"

"Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have to fight..."

"This is getting old, can't we do something new for once?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't fight my friends like this anymore... It's no longer fun..."

As Master Hand roamed around the mansion countless times throughout the day, he heard most of the fighters talking about how Smash was getting boring. From fighting, to eating, to everything, everybody was always gossiping about Smash. Most of them wished that they were try something new for once, like have something else to do besides fighting. Everybody was getting tired, so tired of it, they simply refused to fight anymore.

But after the last two newcomers showed up, it's been a few long years since that happened. Over the course of time, some things they absolutely appreciated from joining Smash, was being able to meet all new different kinds of characters. Everybody was unique in their own different ways, from their fighting moves, to their physical appearance, to their personality, to everything. They all loved each so much, that they were all friends with each other. Even though they may fight, win, take all the glory, they were always, and forever be there with each other. Keeping each other entertained, satisfied, happy, and many other sweet emotions that they would cherished for as long as they could.

Master Hand sat in his office, with his head held high, tapping his foot on the ground awhile he was thinking about what to do. Everybody wanted to do something different, but what? What could he do to keep everybody satisfied?

A few long hours passed as he just sat there, not making a single source of movement. He bit his bottom lip in utter confusion, shook his head in frustration, and clutched his hands into a fist, wanting to punch something to release some of the anger and stress he's going though. Everyday, Master Hand would sit in his office, and ignore everybody who was trying to make contact with him.

'What am I going to do?' He asked himself, letting out a long sigh awhile gently rubbing his temples with his two fingers. 'I can't do anything with fighting... that's what people come here for... to get themselves entertained by watching popular characters fight each other until one of them claims victory... what to do... what to do...'

Again he sat in his office, thinking and thinking and thinking, until finally, one day, he knew what to do.

Master Hand stood in front of the telephone that was connected to the intercom. With a cold sweat slowly developing on his forehead, he took a deep breath to let some of the nervousness go away. He hesitantly picked up the telephone, and made an important announcement.

"...Everybody, please report to the theater for a immediate assembly. I repeat, please report to the theater room, immediately."

You sat up from your bed wondering what Master Hand just said. You were watching TV with your volume really loud, so you couldn't hear what he was saying until you heard it at the very last second. You picked up the remote that was right next to you, and turned off the TV. Getting out of bed and walking out to the hallway, only to see everybody making their way down to the theater.