Prologue

"Brother, I'm bored."

Master Hand sighed as he lowered his book. "Well then why don't you go find something to do instead of just floating around?" Crazy Hand looked at him blankly for a moment before he started floating around randomly again. Master Hand watched him drily before resuming his read. A few seconds of silence passed in the strange purple dimension before Crazy Hand spoke up again.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

"We just had breakfast," Master Hand stated.

"…What's that got to do with anything?" Master Hand sarcastically scolded himself in his mind; he shouldn't have bothered mentioning such an irrelevant fact.

"Go get something to eat then," he said.

"But I don't know how to eat!" Crazy Hand yelled back. "I'm JUST A HAND!" His voice echoed far into the distance and Master Hand did a facepalm of sorts, hitting himself with the book.

"How do you think you've been eating for the last hundreds of years of your life?" he questioned the other hand in irritation.

"Never really thought of it."

"Oi."

Crazy Hand had been bored for days, and made sure his brother knew it. Everything was getting way too familiar for him. It was always the same deep space floating all around him, the same rugs underneath him, the same lampshades on the same lamps on the same tables–

"We can order new lampshades from the catalogue you know." Master Hand motioned towards a large magazine on the coffee table in front of him. The same coffee table next to the same couch– "How about we just do a whole home renovation then? I mean really. It's not that hard to do."

"Yeah but that's too boring," Crazy Hand frowned. "Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He flopped up and down in excitement, constantly hitting the light bulb that had appeared over him. He grabbed it tightly. "Look I have an idea!" he shouted, shoving the light bulb in Master Hand's "face". "Let's make a world!" The right hand looked at him like he was crazy. Which for Crazy Hand only meant crazier than usual.

"A world?" he asked in disbelief.

"A whole new world!" Crazy Hand nodded fervently.

"A world?" Master Hand repeated.

"A new fantastic point of view!"

"Can we even do that?" he wondered.

"No one can tell us no or where to–"

"Crazy will you stop singing for a bit?" he frowned.

"Noooope!"

"But Crazy we can't make a world!" Master Hand growled at him. Crazy Hand stopped dancing around to stare at him.

"Uh? Hellooo? You're the Hand of Creation! Make with it!"

"…By golly you're right." He had thought it was just a fancy name his mom gave him so he'd seem more important. He simply had to test this out, but how? He remembered briefly how Crazy Hand had broken his favorite mug a couple of years ago. He cracked his knuckles expertly before pointing sharply at the coffee table. "LET THERE BE MUG!"

"Hey look brother I got mugged! Crazy huh?"

"LET THERE BE COFFEE MUG!" he tried again. With a small ping his favorite mug appeared on the table. He stared at it in awe, flexing his fingers with the strange power. "So how are we gonna make this world anyways?"