Title: The Boy Behind the Hands

Fandom: Super Smash Bros.

Rating: T

Genre: Angst/Drama

Summary: Behind those hands that played with the toys...was a young boy. The kicker? He has Asperger's, which makes life somewhat harder for the child—any child. With his "friends" who are just mere children's toys, he goes through everyday life and fights back against the thing that was building up inside him: Master Core. Based on a Youtube video and based on how I deal with my Asperger's, which is a form of autism.

Pairings: None.

A/N: This fanfic is actually based off of a couple of theories on SSB: one where the fighters were actually toys, and there is actually a child behind Master and Crazy Hands. The other one? There was a theory on Youtube that says that said child is actually autistic. Being autistic myself (I have Asperger's), I feel I should write this not only for awareness about Asperger's/autism, but also to educate those about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the SSB fandom. I only own Matt and a few others.

ENJOY!

The Boy Behind the Hands

Chapter 1

"RAWR! I am Master Hand! NO one can defeat me!"

A short, Italian man turned to face a large, gloved hand that had appeared. The hand laughed in a sinister manner as it floated on the right side of the stage—Final Destination—ready to fight. The man, known as Mario, glared at the large hand and held his fists up.

"You-a won't get away with-a this, Master Hand!" Mario cried, his teeth gritting and his fists tightening.

The air around them was tense as they stared each other down. Neither of them moved until a bell rang.

With a yell, Mario jumped straight over to Master Hand and kicked him hard on the palm. The hand did not even flinch as it chuckled. "Nice try, Mario, supposed hero of the Mushroom Kingdom!" he taunted as he slapped the plumber.

Mario cried out in pain as he was sent flying through the air. Despite the space atmosphere, gravity remained as if they were on Earth. Mario hit the ground, but he quickly got back up. With a battle cry, he jumped towards the large hand and raised his fist up, punching Master Hand into the air.

Master Hand cried out, but again, he did not even flinch.

"Now, prepare to meet your—"

"MATT!"

Final Destination suddenly turned into a large bed. Mario had his fist up in the air, and an ungloved hand was holding him up. The person to whom the hands belonged placed Mario down on the blue blankets, as a sigh escaped him. He then pulled off his one glove.

A boy, who appeared to be six years old, got up from his knees. His dark brown eyes scanned his body to see if there was any dust on him, but he didn't find any. As he ran his hand through his blond hair, he heard a feminine voice calling him from the kitchen. "Matt! Come on! Your dinner's getting cold!"

"Coming, Mommy!" the boy named Matt shouted back. He grabbed Mario and walked towards a toy chest. "Sorry, Mario," Matt spoke. "We'll play again later."

That was when Mario moved. The Italian plumber looked up at the boy, a smile on his face before nodding. "Okie dokie!"

Matt smiled at his toy's response before placing Mario in the toy chest. Inside, there were more toys of other Nintendo characters, such as Kirby, Samus, Fox, and so on.

"MATT!" the voice in the kitchen shouted.

"I'm coming, Mommy! Just needed to put my friends away!" Matt hollered.

"Don't you mean your toys?!"

Matt shook his head at the response as he ran towards the kitchen. The smell of pizza wafted through the air, making the young boy's mouth water as he arrived in the kitchen. There, his mother and father were already eating at the table.

"There you are, Matt," his mother said. "Your pizza's sitting right there. No olives or pepperoni, as you like it, right?" She pointed at the two slices of pizza that sat on a plate.

Matt nodded. "Tanks, Mommy." He sat at the table and began eating his food.

The family ate in silence. The boy, as he ate his pizza, continued to think of his toys, who he thought of as his "friends". Matt didn't have any friends to play with, due to being "different" than the other children, so he used his toys to play by himself. Thanks to his wild imagination, he considered the toys to be living, breathing people, much to his parents' concern. Despite his parents trying to make him act "normal", Matt had no idea how to be that way. Instead, he continued to play with his toys and talked to them as if they were real.

"So Matt…" Matt snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his father's voice. He turned to face him, and his father continued, "How's your weekend? You've been in your room the whole time."

Matt smiled. "I've been playing wit my friends, Daddy. Tey like me."

His father shook his head. "You and those toys…"

Matt's mother laughed. "Don't worry, John; eventually he'll grow out of this phase."

Matt tilted his head in confusion, wondering what a "phase" was, but he decided not to ask.

After dinner, Matt ran back to his room, glad to see the green carpet and the sky blue walls again. With a wide grin, he opened his toy chest.

"Hey guys, I'm back!" he said cheerfully.

The toys looked up at him with wide smiles.

"Welcome back, Matt," Fox spoke.

"Tanks, Fox," Matt chuckled as he picked up the fox. "Ready to play again?"

"Poyo!" Kirby called out.

Matt turned to face the puffball, and laughed. "Okay, okay, Kirby, you can come too."

"Poyo!" Kirby cried excitedly as he jumped up and down. Matt grabbed Kirby as well, and with the two toys in hand, walked towards his desk. He placed Kirby on one side, and Fox on the other, before moving the books and lamp around. With a smile, Matt held up three fingers.

"Tree...two...one…" Matt whispered as each finger went down by one count. Once all three of his fingers were down, he then called out, "GO!"

In Matt's mind, he could see the area turning dark, and Kirby and Fox sprang to life. Matt then imagined the area with a large castle in the background and a black-and-white checkered floor.

Kirby and Fox then ran towards each other, ready to fight for the rest of the night.

The sounds of Matt making fighting noises made his father look over at Matt's mother, a serious expression on his face.

"We need to talk about Matt," he whispered.

Matt's mother shrugged. "Why? He's fairly normal for his age."

"But he considers his toys as his "best friends". I don't think a kid would say that about a measly toy he owns."

She sighed, shaking her head. "He's only six, Johnathan. Let him play with his toys."

"But what if he continues to act like this when he's older? What should we do then, Maria?"

At that, Maria fell silent, thinking about what her husband had said. With a frown, she sighed again. "We'll have to discuss this with his therapist."

Johnathan nodded. "Good. There's a reason why he's being teased in the first place: he's not acting normal around other kids."

"Johnathan!"

Johnathan shook his head. "Well, it's true. Is there any other reason why he'd be bullied?"

Maria rolled her eyes at her husband's remark. "You're right...we'll talk to the therapist tomorrow after school."

Johnathan smiled and nodded. "By then we'll figure out what's wrong with our child."

After saying that, he heard Matt call out, "GAME SET! Te winner is...Kirby!"

Johnathan groaned and shook his head at his son's strange behavior. Meanwhile, Matt was having the time of his life, unaware that his parents were talking about him and his quirks.

Constructive criticism is welcomed!

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