Chapter 1

It's pitch black and the only thing you can see is these little aspects of white gloves. One was floating back and forth in a somewhat fast pace, moving it's fingers like a mad scientist engulfed in guilt—these big white letters abruptly pops up and spells out "Crazy Hand". Then after fifteen seconds of insanity pacing, it stops and turns towards it's alter ego, which was laying on it's palm sleeping—again, these big white letters abruptly pops out and this time spells out "Master Hand."

"Hey Master Hand!" Shouts Crazy Hand abruptly. "I gotta plan cuz."

"That's fine and dandy, but I need some sleep," rebels Master Hand wearily.

"No bra. We gonna plan this shit out right now. You know I got—"

"Short term memory," yawns Master Hand. Then with asperity: "GOD Crazy Hand! What is your amusement now?! Do you even care about the clock?!"

"It's 11:05 man."

"I don't care! Sleep is Sleep; and I'M going to get some!"

"Well grumpy flintstone, you go on ahead and sleep on these nuts!" Inveighs Crazy Hand. "Tell Wilma Flintstone I said hi and have her to say hi back seductively okay faggot!"

Master Hand lifted himself up and if he had a face, he would have gave a hallow stare at Crazy Hand.

"Damn it Crazy, what is it?" Asks Master Hand incredulously.

"I'm a glad you're wide awake cuz."

"Please stop acting black—'bra.'"

"Well I can't do that cuz. You see their language is awesome, funky, and engulfed in soul. Than to put the final ingredient on the topping, I hanged out with Mr. Chief&Watch—"When Master Hand heard that name, his thick proximal phalanges curves in, almost having the tip of his fingers touching his palm; he's forming an incomplete fist in common terms. He was appalled from that name—"for way too long." He then adds this a second later, "bra."

Master Hand yells in infuriation, "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF RUBBISH ABOUT THE GOT-DAMN AUTHOR!"

"Chill nigga!" Propitiates Crazy Hand. He didn't realize "nigga" slipped out.

"Nigga," says Master Hand pitifully and ludicrously. "So we're black now huh? Let's go to Africa and do the 'sabar' dance with our African-American bretherns while were 'NIGGAS' at the moment!"

"It unexpectedly slipped out!" Says Crazy Hand in trembling fear.

"So if you get uppercutted, I guess that was by accident too huh?" Remark Master Hand mordantly.

"No that's re—"Crazy Hand begins to discover that Master Hand is a white glove instead of a black one.

"Hold up," he continues. Then in a more triumphant voice: "Why are you even piss? Your 'master of drama' looking-ass is white as snow. Damn you fake bra!"

"That's one of the ultimate curse words that is known to take lives—" Master Hand pauses, than continues on in disappointment-"If Tabuu went to the 'hood' and said nigga, he would instantly and brutally perish. I would complement his water-blue transparent ass, he is purely capable of conquering all universes, but saying the—" Crazy Hand joins in—"Wrong shit can be your gravely downfall!"

"Yeah boy!" Crazy Hands resumes exultantly: "That's my master! Fool of legit wisdom with gangsta' swag!"

"That's right. Now what's this plan you thought of?"

"Wra?" Crazy Hand was bewildered until he thought about couples that existed in Mario's Universe. "Oh Ye—aah—h!" he holds in a "I solved it" tone.
"Bra, it goes like this—–" He begins to explain and go in definite details about his eldritch plan.

Meanwhile in Subspace,(before you go on, this area of subspace don't exists in brawl at all! Those purple and pink idiotic looking floors are more scattered; you can still travel straight and don't have to worry about falling eternally. In the center of the floor lies the purple subspace symbol. A foot away from that symbol are 3 golden circles stacked on top of one another, each having decent space so your whole foot can be on it with remains—they absurdly resemble those concrete circle stairs where they play as stairs outside of certain houses and famous colosseums in Rome and Greece. Then on the top of these stairs beholds a royal golden rectangular chair with a dark red soft seat and a soft upholstered back of the same color. The top rail of it has gold sharp spikes on both ends, as well as the ends of both arms. The sky is purple with little spectacles of red and yellow stars. With it contains a gold with purple lining smash symbol with amazing lavender-tranquil cosmic star flowers neighboring around it. Underneath the scattering floor and the subspace symbol, resides a green-yellow milky way that is sixty-four hundred miles long. The doors are shining metal with yellow, red and blue, flowing in a diagonal path; they are on both ends of the area. Planets come and go like folks at a drive through. They freeze in the middle of the area behind the smash symbol like they are ordering something to eat, then resume on their cruise control orbit after they decide to leave—received their food. Their stay varies though; Sometimes, they just go through without stopping.)there was a wild party loaded with ten Primids; four were red, four were green and the remaining two were metal. These cumbersome guys was doing all kinds of things; some was dancing sexually, some was sword fighting, some was playing "Paint Ball War," and some was guarding the new emperor—or should I say empress.(Tabuu never came back from that defeat. He's in hell doing whatever you're imagining.) The new ruler of subspace is no other than—those big white letters appeared once more and spelled out "Rosalina."

After a fierce Armageddon brawl with Tabuu and almost the entire brawl roaster, Tabuu, Subspace, and R.O.B.'s home all melted away, resulting a big mega x in the sky.(SSB fans or owners of "Super Smash Bros. Brawl" should know that.) An apricot Luma watched all of this went down and therefore told Rosalina that Tabuu is dead. Learning this, Rosalina ordered an exigency revival of Subspace. It consequently took all of the Lumas, even the apricot one, to revive this purple-doomed planet! Her personality took in a drastic change from this; instead of being phlegmatic, she absorbed choleric and melancholic, and still is now. On the good side, all the enemies was revived.(They are replacements for those lost Lumas. It had a very minor effect on her mood.) When she went in this giga purple ball of Hell, all of the revived shadow bugs took back their forms(Primids, Armights, Feyeshes, etc.) and bowed to their ruler; proclaiming her as the new queen of Subspace. After roaming freely for a while, she discovered this forgotten room and used her magic wand to make her golden throne there.

Rosalina was sitting on her throne miserably with her eyes close. Without turning around, one of the Metal Primids ask this, "Master, are you OK?" She opens her eyes like someone was disturbing her sleep. She then remarks reluctantly: "What do you you think?"

"I sense depression master."

"No shit metal dick!"

"We are all sorry for your loses, but the old master appreciates your reborn of our home."

"And I appreciate your dearth of sexuality," she remark mordant and incredulously.

"What's your pr—" Before Metal Primid can finish, Master Hand and Crazy Hand flew in the area behind Good Egg Galaxy—which stopped behind the smash symbol two seconds later—and if they had faces, it would have contained awed expressions on both of them.

"We will chat about this trivial shit later," says Rosalina. She than glares at the hands, whom was having a silent conversation.

"Damn cuz!" Whispers Crazy Hand. "This place is a straight g bra."

"We just 'discovered', an impeccable place for our show!" Whispers Master Hand exultantly. They didn't bother to notice that the fractious ruler was goggling at them.

"True that," says Crazy Hand. He said it loud enough for Rosalina to hear. Then continuing abruptly: "Bra, this is a legit place for sex!"

Before Master Hand can respond to that captious amorous statement, Rosalina beats him to it.

"Hell no!" Yells Rosalina furiously. "Parties over guys, leave my sight NOW!" All the primids flees the place like a group of roaches. She tells one of the running Primids to halt and come to her.

"I thought you concealed this place," she whispers forcefully.

"We—" she disrespectfully cuts him off by raising her hand to his mouth.

"Just leave my sight you brainless dog," She insults while waving her hand away. He then runs off with his heart engulfed in fear.

While she was dealing with this specific Primid, Master Hand and Crazy Hand had yet another side conversation; this time, they was staring at her.

"Bra did you see that?" Asks Crazy Hand. "This infuriated chick scared off these purple roaches. Bra, this bitch is sexy!"

"How many times did I tell you about diction?!" Scolds Master Hand. "'Bitch' is extremely a nasty word. Women deserves respect like us guys—bra."

After Rosalina said "dog" and the Primid ran off in oppression, she stares infuriatingly at the hands.

"Oh shit!" Cavils Crazy Hand. "Bra, this girl is a beast killer. She's beasting this mother-fucker!"

"You are a perfect germane gentleman," remarked Rosalina sarcastic and virulently.

"Forgive this poor soul. This guy is on crystal meth," mollifies Master Hand.

"Do it look like I'm in a sexual mood?!" Inveighs Rosalina.

"Woman, you were ogling at us just now. So that's a yes," interpolates Crazy Hand. Rosalina gave him a very disgusting but angry glare from that outrageous statement. "I know I don't gotta dick, but my fingers are equal to five mega cocks with a fat short juice one. I call it the 'Sweet Funk Juice Thumb' baby."

She got even more disgusted from this nasty-ass hand. Master Hand then says this in a merciful tone: "Forgive this man! Please forgive this man!"

Rosalina ignores him and speaks to Crazy Hand with a comeback remark, "Well Mr. Pimp Lucious—"

"This girl knows about that 'closet' shit bra!" interrupts Crazy Hand.

"If you don't want an early proper burial, your sperm infected, lustful, organism, retarded hand held psp system,–" She pauses for a brief moment grasping for air, then continues her haranguing threat—"WITH the Vita and Go, white yeast mouth that's made out of man and woman juice alike—and baby when it's combined, that's the day you rue watching porn!–Your funk-fucking mouth will stay and remain shut okay!" She pauses once more for air, and yet again, continues on, "once I'm done posting my opinions in the GOT-damn air, you can 'freely and without reserve' suck on their cocks! CAPISCE?!"

"DAAAAAAAAMMMMMN!" Yells Crazy Hand and Master Hand together with awes. Crazy Hand then continues on: "This hot-ass chick watches too much 'BET' and that 'Billy Madison' you hear me dog?"

"She ate too much of that 'General Souls Chicken,'" remark Master Hand.

"Wit extracy marijuana cuz!" Adds Crazy Hand.

"That's ecstacy my crack hand friend," corrects Master Hand.

"Y'all done?" Interpolates Rosalina impatiently.

"Well I guess so girl," says Crazy Hand sarcastically.

"Good! You guys are a bunch of troublesome dogs anyway."

"I KNOW DA—" Master Hand stops Crazy Hand in mid-talk and tells him to shut up through gestures.

"Hum, you think I'm actually playing about my threats huh? No let him finish, so I can have a reason to perish a damned soul." Crazy Hand was in deep tempt of rebelling a harmful statement, but said nothing.

"Ah, you're learning. You merit a pussy flavor doggy treat later. Now, where was I? Ah yes, Pimp Lucious. You see when y'all spoiled asses came in, I was planning on confiding something to you gentlemen, but after going through this rather distasteful wonderland with you two, I rather see y'all in Hell with Tabuu. He wants company you know—and by the way, I'm a tribade."

Crazy Hand's fingers sprawled out widely as well as Master Hand's in utter shock; they will probably grow big wide eyes if they had faces.

"That's totally rubbish!" Rebels Master Hand angrily.

"Your pussy don't have man juice in it girl!" Adds Crazy Hand.

"You'll be surprised of what this wand can do," she said while presenting the wand out at them, looking at it.

"We don't want any trouble," trembles Master Hand.

"Don't you think your rent is way past due," says Rosalina ludicrously, looking at him funny upon finishing. Then suspiciously: "y'all came here for a reason. Why did your existence reach my spectacle circulation?"

Before Master Hand can rack up an answer, Crazy Hand interpolates: "Well woman, we was planning on using this beast place for—" He explains his weird conniving plan to her like he did to Master Hand ten minutes ago at the pitch-black place. After he finished, her personality undertook a slight change; it's was good enough to replace her dark small cursed heart to her original bright loving one.

Convincing enough, she responds to him with satisfactory: "well, I never thought a dope handed man can come up with something absurd,–—" She notice her heart was growing and beating fast during so; she put her hand to her chest that contains her shining valentine of joy, and whispered "oh my God," when she felt it beating like it just won the lottery.

"Are you okay?" Asks Master Hand with concern.

"Oh shit! She's about to turn up bra!" Yells Crazy Hand quickly.

"You always have to say something trivial and cavil don't you?" Remark Rosalina while standing up and stretching her arms vertically.

"That 'Trivial Pursuit' game is awesome ain't it, and our cable is fine. Comcasto is a legit company you dig."

"Crazy Hand, just shut up!" Demands Master Hand.

"Now you're minutiae. You're a very dry-humorous character aren't you?"

"Nay girl. I'm a gangsta and you don't got nothing! You diggin' on that?" Rosalina giggles from how he stated that. Then abruptly, Master hand forms a twitching fist and furiously uppercuts Crazy Hand in his palm. Crazy Hand flew vertically away screaming "OH SHHIIIIIIT!" during the process. Rosalina didn't expect that at all and therefore grew wide eyes in appallment.

"Don't we have a mad hand," says Rosalina. "Well since he's gone, I have something to confide to you."

"Why Me?" Asks Master Hand, partially furious.

"I don't know myself, But I do know this, you're an entrust-able hand."

She confides to Master Hand her life and the Lumas. She told him everything from childhood, life as a Luma-Mother, the learning of Tabuu's death and being the replacement ruler of Subspace, and how palled up she was from the lost of the Lumas. While she was telling all of this, Master Hand went to sleep, here and there, and she had to wake him up, here and there. After nearly an hour of this elaborate confiding, she finally finishes by having Master Hand to swear that this will be spread to nobody; he agrees and went to immediate sleep.

Crazy Hand then falls from the sky and landed on the purple symbol with a loud thud. He too was in immediate sleep.

"Go to sleep my children, you have a LONG day in a couple of hours," she says sincerely, staring at the sleeping hands while leaving this rather spectacle area.

*What is this plan that Crazy Hand connived? Read the next and probably the last chapter; as it will be the one to unfold this "plan."*