Hey everyone, it's ultimateTORINOR, stepping out of his comfort zone yet again. I'm going to attempt to write a horror story, and I use that word "attempt" with good reason. I really hope you enjoy this "Prologue", even though it's very short. It's meant to be that way. I'm curious on how many people actually read this. I really hope you enjoy it enough to give me some words of encouragement, to keep me interested in continuing! I don't own Super Smash Bros, as in I don't own any of the characters from any of the games. I don't even think I can say I own Smash Mansion, as it has been used in stories innumerable on this site. Oh well. Enjoy, everyone!

The universe, as Master Hand constantly told himself, was made up of many, many different worlds. These different worlds each had their own little charms and faults. However, it was these aspects that made each world truly unique. Each world had its own inhabitants, also with their strengths and weaknesses.

And that was where his dream stemmed from.

The Master, if nothing else, valued the spirit of competition. Therefore, he came up with the idea of a universal tournament-a tournament where the best of the best of each different world would compete.

And in the end, Master Hand hoped, there would not only be a winner, but a sense of camaraderie between the worlds, as well. The worlds would be joined together, bound by a friendship that would last until the end of time.

And so, Smash Mansion was born, out of one man's passionate dream. Placed in a shadowed corner of a rip in the fabric of space and time, it was in the perfect place to send an emissary from to find potential competitors.

And, though Master Hand was loath to admit it, the only candidate was his brother, Crazy Hand, since he would not allow his brother to remain alone for all that time.

Heaven only knew what he would find when he came back in that certain scenario.

So, his brother would have to be sent. After telling him what needed to be done, the Master's analyzing green eyes locked on Crazy's blue eyes, so often tinged with the red of madness.

He found no madness there that day, and certain that his brother would not lose sight of his goal, sent Crazy Hand into one of the worlds, via the one and only transporter in the Mansion.

And now there was nothing to do but wait.

Waiting was not Master Hand's favorite thing to do, but felt that this was only a temporary situation, and that his dream would soon take flight.

Sighing quietly, the Master took a seat at the desk in his study, and began to write the first of the invitations.

So, I hope you enjoyed this little "teaser" to this story. The next chapter will be longer, don't you worry. Much longer, if I have anything to say about it. Which, being the author, I do. Anyway, if you could, please review. I'd really enjoy what you have to say about this attempt at a prologue. I don't really know what else to say here, besides I really hope you review.

Thanks, people. If you review, you're awesome. If you even just read this chapter, you're awesome, as well.