Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that inhabit the story.

Please read!!: A very Au-ish look at SSBB. There is no specific Mansion, merely a stadium, and the only one who knows that Samus is, indeed, female is Pikachu. More will be explained later.

Warnings: Graphic violence and foul language. And, of course, sexual situations. (But that's much later)

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Part 0: Idea

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In the realm where space held no reign and time had no meaning, two titans raged their never ending battle. Dialga and Palkia, gods of their world, clashed, snarling and roaring like primitive, wild beasts. The Master Hand knew not of what these two warriors fought over; logic dictated that they should exist harmoniously. After all, without space and without time, realms would fall into chaos and disarray, dive bombing into ruin and discord.

The Master Hand, in all of its infinite powers and wisdom, merely concluded that the pokemon were bored and decided that fighting each other to the death would solve it. Foolish creatures. The Master Hand knew how to sate its own boredom, and had conquered it by gathering heroes, champions, creatures, and villians from the planes of eternity and bringing them to its own realm. Families had been split apart and lives were ruined, but did the Master Hand care?

Why, of course it did. Which was why it had fashioned a plane of existence for each of its playthings and created replicas of the people important to them. Of course, these replicas couldn't move, nor could they speak or live. The Master Hand didn't want to spoil its "Smashers", now did it?

For a while, things had been...well. Then, the Master Hand was bored once more. While it watched the "Smashers" fight to its non-existant heart's content, it was far too boring here. The Master Hand pulled its Other, the Crazy Hand to its side and together, they made a new being. This new being was named "Tabuu", for it had been made using only the most forbidden of secrets. Tabuu had been gifted with marvelous powers, and had been crafted to suit the Master and Crazy Hands' desires.

But Tabuu didn't like that. Tabuu rebelled.

The Master Hand certainly did not like that. He locked Tabuu away in its own, special realm, caught in a pocket of darkness, without space nor time.

It had been nicknamed Sub-Space.

But then Tabuu had ensnared its creator, and the Crazy Hand had fled. Soon, the Master Hand found itself rescued by its own playthings, as together the "Smashers" defeated Tabuu and restored the planes once more.

The Master Hand was grateful. He didn't tell them of their fate, to forever play to its whim and its own desires. Neither did they complain, much. They simply lived out their lives here, in this forgotten plane, and whenever the Master Hand wanted to see true bloodshed, it called them all to a stadium to fight and fight and fight.

And now, the Master Hand was bored once more. Dialga and Palkia were too predictable in their attacks, and outright killing was not in the Master Hand's style.

Then, it had an idea. And wonderful, marvelous idea. Had the Master Hand been created with a back, it would have given itself a congradulatory pat on it. The Master Hand cackled, his disembodied voice echoing in the vast expanses of the realm. Dialga and Palkia halted in their war to gaze at the Master Hand, respectful fear glistening in their eyes. They knew better than to engage this being, in battle or otherwise.

"Come to me, my Smashers; it's time we played a little game..."

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Part 0-end

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