Sorry it took forever- Smash Bros. Story part 3!

Voltareon2012 · February 5

STEVE
The creeper exploded just as Mario rolled out of the way, but it wasn’t the only one. Steve reached into his inventory- and came up blank.
Fine time to lose my weapons! He grumbled. But then Mario jumped into action. He leaped into the air- higher than himself, which made Steve slightly jealous- and bounced off each of the plant monsters’ heads in succession. Each hit he landed, a creeper flashed red and hissed. Another round of hops, and the monsters were gone.
Mario then landed on the ground and bowed with his hat. Steve wished greatly he could clap sarcastically.
Nice, five creepers. I could take more if I had my gear. Steve then slammed his fist into a tree. Back to square one.
TAILS
Tails was groggy. It was dark all around him, and full of machinery. Everything was blurry, but he saw blinking lights. Everything smelled like metal, oil, and…
Microwave burritos?
Tails perked up in bed. A bandage was wrapped around his head- he didn’t dare unwrap it. Besides, he didn’t have the strength. He stood up and walked toward the smell of burritos. He turned a corner and saw a man standing in front of a microwave.
“C’mon, hurry up…” Then the microwave dinged. The man sighed. “Finally!” He cricked his knuckles, and Tails noticed something.
He had no arms.
Tails suppressed a squeak. He looked again- he had no arms, no legs, and no neck. His hands, feet, and head acted as though they were attached to a floating torso that hovered in the middle of them all. The weird guy took the microwave burritos out. “Man, that smells kinda stale… oh well. Better than nothing.” He popped one whole burrito into his mouth at once, then turned toward Tails.
“You’re awake!”
“Gah!” Tails jumped back around the corner. The strange man cursed. “Uh… I have a burrito. Yours. You were out for, like, two days.” Tails opened his mouth to disagree, but then the guy’s hand zipped in front of him- without the rest of the body parts. “Eat the stinkin’ microwave burrito.”
Tails’ hunger betrayed him. He took the burrito.
“So… who are you?” the strange guy asked, fully coming around the corner now. “I’m Rayman.”
“Miles,” Tails answered through a mouthful of his food. “But most people call me Tails.”
“Because of the two-tail thing,” Rayman said, pointing at Tails’ twin fox tails. Tails twirled them up, then let them spin, lifting him up in the air a little. “Helicopter butt,” Rayman snorted. Tails laughed. “That’s what Sonic said-” then he starts. “Where’s Sonic?!”
SONIC
Okay, Sonic thought to himself. You’ve gotten stuck in other worlds before. Like, a lot of times. This isn’t that weird. It’s even a beach, heck! He sped along the sand, kicking it all up behind him, avoiding a wave lapping at his feet. I mean, you hate water, but still. Wait, what the heck is that fluffy yellow thing?! Sonic just barely stopped himself, screeching to a halt right in front of the yellow fluffball, which let out a squeak, then started coughing sand out of it’s face. It had a lightning bolt tail, two funny, pointy ears sticking right up, and red cheeks. “PikaCHU!”
“Uh, no. Sonic the hedgehog. Not… Peek-a-choo.” The creature stared at him, wiping dust of it’s face. “Pikapika! PikapikaCHU!”
“…o-kay, is that supposed to be a lecture in whatever your weird language is, or what?”
“PikapipipikapikachupipipikaCHUUU!”
“This is getting us nowhere. Let’s just start over. Hi. I’m Sonic the Hedgehog. I’m the hero of MY world and the fastest thing alive. And you are?”
“Pika?” The thing looked confused. Sonic facepalmed.
“You don’t know.”
The creature nodded. Sonic sighed. “Well, I gotta call you SOMETHING… all you say is ‘pikapika’, so how about I just call you… Pikapi? Pikat? Pikan?”
“Pikan!”
“O-kay, Pikan it is.” Then he squints at him. “Why am I bothering talking to you?”
“Pikapi.”
“Hey, watch the tone, little buddy!”
“PikapikaCHU!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. There’s no chance you’re gonna be able to keep up with me, so…” he gestures to his back, turning around. “Hop on, Pikan.” Pikan leaps onto Sonic’s shoulder with a pleased “Pikachu!”
“Gotta go fast!”
VEEVEE
Eevee darted out of the bushes. Who was that Pokémon? She’d never seen anything like it! Blue furred and mouselike, with giant ears and floating like a fairy. She yowled out to ask it. “Voi-oi! (Who are you?)” The mouselike creature stopped and floated down to her. “I don’t understand!”
Oh. It speaks Trainer-language. Eevee sighed. There was no chance it would listen to her. But it wasn’t a Trainer- it looked so much like a Pokémon! It couldn’t be. She decided not to take any risks. All she wanted was to find Pikan. She couldn’t stand to lose him! She had to find him, whatever it took!
Veevee was determined. More determined than she had ever known. It gave her the strength to dash of, calling Pikan’s name.
FLOWEY
Flowey tried to RESET. Nothing. SAVE. LOAD. Nothing. He felt something like annoyance. This wasn’t any part of the Underground, and it certainly wasn’t the surface, either. But something had stripped him of his powers to manipulate his files. Ugh- Frisk wasn’t here, were they? He couldn’t stand that. The little human child had killed him and spared him again and again. The only upside to this was the possibility that they WEREN’T here. But nothing really brought Flowey happiness. SOULless, he couldn’t feel anything like that. Except… well, sometimes in brought him pleasure to tear humans apart. Even thinking about that brought a sadistic smile to his face. One day, he’d manage to do that to Frisk…
Then a voice came. Young and female, calling out, “Hello?”
Flowey froze. He wiped the grin off his face and switched to ‘Your Best Friend’ expression. He turned toward the voice.
“Howdy! I’m FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER!”