A/N: This story takes place mostly around the events in Tekken 3 and builds up to Tekken 5. It actually starts in 1908, decades before Tekken 1. Knowing this will make things a little easier to read. Also, I've put a lot of thought into this story so that eventually everything connects- other Tekken characters are heavily impacted.

Mokujin

The two carpenters stood over their masterpiece. A life like dummy, made from an ancient tree, the hugest tree in the entire forest. Some of the local villagers thought the tree was magical and could not be cut, but, apparently it was not as invulnerable as everyone believed.

The first carpenter pulled the dummy out of the tent and showed it to the villagers. "This is your precious tree. And as you can see-"

The carpenter was cut short as the dummy jumped high into the air and landed on its feet, cracking the earth beneath its feet.

"Mokujin Voodoo," whispered the alarmed villagers.

"What the… look, people, its 1908! We are in the 20th century! There is no magic! What we see here is some kind of phenomenon…"

The wooden doll mimicked its carver.

The carpenter pointed at the dummy.

The dummy pointed back.

The carpenter reached for the dummy.

The dummy picked up its creator and slammed him into the ground.

The village elder walked up to the dummy and stared at it straight in the face. The dummy stared back. "Mokujin Voodoo," the elder said simply.

The first carpenter whispered to the other, "They say that the magical trees came alive only at major supernatural events, like when the dinosaurs became extinct."

"Okay," the other carpenter replied, "So what's going on right now?"

At 7:17, on June 30th, 1908, a mysterious explosion blasted over the dark skies of Siberia, many thousands of miles away. 500 kilometers away, a fiery horizon was observed and a deafening roar was heard. 1000 miles away, seismic instruments designed to pick up earthquakes registered a tremor the second of the explosion. The massive exploding fireball tore apart miles of forest and, just as mysteriously, disappeared.

Nearly instantly, the Voodoo doll named Mokujin fell limp to the ground, once again a lifeless imitation of life.