Metal Gear Solid Fan Fiction / Super Smash Brothers Fan Fiction ❯ Plan A ❯ Plan A ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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Wolf cracked first.
“You won, okay? Just let us go. We didn’t come here to hurt anyone. It’s all fun and games. C’mon, you’re one of us. A–”
“Killer?” Solid Snake checked his work, and decided to buckle one last belt of C4 around the trio, for good measure.
“We can give you money, weapons, women!” Bowser snarled the words to hide his fear.
Snake said nothing.
The warlock leered, haughty in his expectation of immortality. Around his neck wrapped a collar of grenades and duct tape; each secretly filled with shavings from the Master Sword. “His masters have recompensed him adequately, it would seem,” said Ganondorf. “He will kill us in one deft stroke. How I envy his craftsmanship.”
Snake shrugged, and said: “No hero asked me to do this. I learned why they were afraid. It was in their eyes, lurking behind their every word. I decided to end the vicious cycle on my own. Now their kingdoms will be safe, their hands will remain clean. I’ll do what they cannot. It’s the only reason I became your friend.”
Snake retreated behind the sandbag pile, traced the detonator’s trigger with a thumb tip. “Here goes plan A.”
Wolf cracked first.
“You won, okay? Just let us go. We didn’t come here to hurt anyone. It’s all fun and games. C’mon, you’re one of us. A–”
“Killer?” Solid Snake checked his work, and decided to buckle one last belt of C4 around the trio, for good measure.
“We can give you money, weapons, women!” Bowser snarled the words to hide his fear.
Snake said nothing.
The warlock leered, haughty in his expectation of immortality. Around his neck wrapped a collar of grenades and duct tape; each secretly filled with shavings from the Master Sword. “His masters have recompensed him adequately, it would seem,” said Ganondorf. “He will kill us in one deft stroke. How I envy his craftsmanship.”
Snake shrugged, and said: “No hero asked me to do this. I learned why they were afraid. It was in their eyes, lurking behind their every word. I decided to end the vicious cycle on my own. Now their kingdoms will be safe, their hands will remain clean. I’ll do what they cannot. It’s the only reason I became your friend.”
Snake retreated behind the sandbag pile, traced the detonator’s trigger with a thumb tip. “Here goes plan A.”