Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros., Super Smash Bros.: Melee, or Super Smash Bros. Brawl. None of the characters within the series belong to me and are the properties of Nintendo.

Author's Note: So I'm trying to write Recon, but I keep getting the dreaded block, which makes writing extremely difficult. Then I end up getting ideas that are completely random and have nothing to do with what I'm trying to write, but I don't want them to go to waste. Sporadic Tales is the result. There probably won't be that much length to some and a lot more for others and unless stated otherwise, the resulting tales have nothing to do with one another. In short, its basically just a collection of unrelated one shots. Have a ball.

SPORADIC TALE 1: Bad Tabuu

"I am Tabuu from Subspace and I have come to gain control of this world."

Those were his first words. The blue menace hovered in the Creator's dimension with his arms folded across his chest. Not long ago, he had been just a beacon of light approaching from far away that melded into the multitude of other hues spread across the vast atmosphere. While watching over the construction of a new battle arena for his trophies through use of a dimensional rip, the Master's concentration was interrupted by the simple introductory phrase. Physical confrontation was almost inevitable; the white glove hated to be bothered while working.

"I don't care who you are," Master began, turning away from the hole and addressing the arrogant intruder. His limbs moved in an erratic manner reminiscent of his destructive twin, though he attempted to use some sort of restraint. He wasn't Crazy and he hated to be characterized as such.

"This world…" The blue man trailed off and observed the images cycling in the rip behind Master. "Your arena will only be the beginning… What you started with will become part of something epic once it reaches my grip." He paused to glance over at an enraged Master Hand, but soon turned his attention back to the arena. "Do you wish to aid me, Creator?"

"No," Master boldly stated in a cold tone mocking the monotone sound of Tabuu's voice. "I don't know who you are, but you need to leave."

"I am no creation of yours, Creator. You do not tell me what to do." Tabuu snapped his head back to Master, hovering with a slow intensity across the colorful void. "I will take your realm to my homeworld whether you enjoy the experience or not."

Master cackled much like a maniac driven over the edge of insanity; he was having trouble taking the cerulean entity seriously. The difference between sizes did not help Tabuu get his point across. Where was the intimidation factor that this newcomer claimed to have? The great hand waved the nuisance off and turned back to his scenery. "I'm to the point where I don't believe your threats and don't care to believe them."

"Do not turn your back on me, Creator. If you wish to keep your freedom then you will give me your full atten—…"

"Take your words elsewhere. You do not scare me, 'Tabuu'. I am the prime of life here." The image in the rip switched to a scene of the Mushroom Kingdom, then to the Lylat system and next to the fallen Frigate Orpheon.

Tabuu's furrowed brow hinted at feelings of frustration. "You will regret your insolence soon enough, Creator." And just as suddenly as he previously appeared, Tabuu unleashed a chain of light that struck Master in the back. He yanked it taut, dragging the massive hand towards him flailing like a wild animal. "Do not resist, Creator." With an almost inaudible grunt, he yanked it again as Master attempted flying away. The chain broke as a result, but he soon latched on again with six light chains – five on his fingers and one on his back. Tabuu was stronger and more resourceful than he looked.

"Let go of me!" Master roared, ruthlessly thrashing around in the air. His captor seemed to have no problems keeping him restrained and effortlessly pulled the fingers into multiple gestures.

"The worst way to punish an insolent is to force him to destroy what he strives to preserve," Tabuu lectured while spreading what looked to be multicolored tribal wings.

"You won't get away with this," the hand hissed, succumbing to the control of the new master.

"Your cliches amuse me, Creator," he laughed for the first time. What could only be referred to as the Conqueror of Worlds floated higher and higher with his new slave in tow. He tested the fingers as they rose, mimicking the restrained yet frenzied motions of the enslaved hand. "But of course I won't; you will…"

The former Master Hand was no longer in control.

"You'll make a fine puppet."