The Subspace
Weak. Cold. Afraid. That's how he was. He stood still in the purplish ground he spected someone could help him. He KNEW someone could help him. Someone. Someday. Somehow. That was good or bad? He didn't know. He stood up.
MR. GAME & WATCH
He looked around. Nothing but dark matter, some purplish tones and infinity. How did he end there?
Flashback
The Mid-Air Stadium
Mr. Game & Watch was about to start a match versus a new smasher, someone called Pokémon Trainer.
Locker Room
He was taking some charms and his lucky hammers to give a good match, expecting to win. But then…someone entered the room. He thought it was the new smasher, but he was wrong. All he could saw was a shadow and a bright light. Then, nothing. That was good or bad? He didn't know.
End of Flashback
When he stood up, someone came, he tried to hide dropping himself flat on the ground, but it was useless. A giant floating glove appeared from nothing.
MASTER HAND
Master Hand? In there? Well, he thought he could save him from there, but he was wrong. Master Hand stood still and suddenly took grab of him.
Mr. Game & Watch tried to beep, but no one heard him. As he was been squished, he felt some thingies started to flow out of him. He saw them. They were purple, fuzzy and dark. He never knew what they were. But it felt too weak after Master Hand crushed him. Next, the giant hand charged a punch, and hit him on the ground. He turned in to a dull and grey trophy. That was good or bad? He didn't know. He only remembers being squished again, and again, and again…
The rest is history…