Master Hand felt disoriented in Subspace. Its ugly blackness of nothing went on forever. There was no up or down nor east or west. There was no land or life. Booming cracks of lightning constantly echoed. Dazed and badly beaten, Master Hand for the first time in its life felt sorrow for Tabuu. Even the most horrid of beings did not deserve to spend its life in this prison. Master Hand also had a feeling it had no recollection of feeling. Fear. Master Hand feared not for its life, but for the lives of the Smash Realm. It did not make sense, how did Tabuu overcome it, Master Hand thought. How did evil best good?
Tabuu's voice boomed from nowhere. "How does it feel? How does it feel that The Hand Of Creation has been defeated by The Creator of Destruction?" Though it lacked the powers to create life Tabuu was still a god. Being its embodiment it was free to shape Subspace at its will. "Longer ago than I can remember, you crippled me. You entrapped me in a realm of darkness and smote my power to create. But my realm is for me to command. You are powerless, Creator. I'll make sure of it." Master Hand began to feel faint. It felt its strength being sucked from its body. Master Hand, in a dazed anger, fought its hardest against Tabuu. It lashed out at Tabuu. "Please, Creator. I do not wish you to bring any more harm upon yourself than need be" Tabuu increased the grip of Subspace on Master Hand. "What is a master that mistreats it servants? Do not struggle, Creator, I command this realm fully. Within mere moments this aura of destruction will have siphoned your power. Creation and Destruction can not live hand in hand. It may reign strong at its apex, but eventually all creation sucomes to destruction."
Mast Hand fought hard to stay conscience. The blackening aura surrounding its body squeezed tighter and tighter. Master Hand saw its pure power slowly seep out into the endless open of Subspace. It surrounded Tabuu and began to conglomerate into its essence. Summoning its last bit of strength, Master Hand spoke. "What will you have to command if you thrive on destruction? What will you rule over if all life is consumed in chaos? You will have nothing more than you have now!" Tabuu began to laugh. "You do not understand, Former Creator. I do not wish to destroy what you have created. No, I only wish for this universe to rule under me. As it should have been from the beginning. All life will serve under me, and those who resist shall be assimilated into my control just as I have done with you. You were the one who wanted life to make its own decisions. Do not say I am disrespectful. In honor of that who created them I will give them a choice. Serve me and I will make their life well as their divine leader. Resist me and I will force them to submit, living an unhappy life. Now Former Creator, you should be honored, you will usher in my new reign."
Tabuu felt Master Hands power combine with its own. Its power now reaching awesome levels, it somehow felt natural being back in Tabuu's hand. Chains of Light were used by both Master Hand and Tabuu in the creation of the universe. These unbreakable chains hold together all that is in both Subspace and the Smash Realm. Tabuu summoned forth Chains of Light and bound them to Master Hand. They wrapped around Master Hand, digging into it. Master Hand could not resist. Tabuu took hold of the Chains as if they were reigns, grasping several in each hand. Master Hand felt its conscience fade. Master Hands free will was bound by the Chains of Light and Tabuu was free to control Master Hands body. The Hand Of Creation was now nothing more than Tabuu's puppet.
The Land Of Nintendo was a unique land. It was home to a wide variety of peoples and cultures. Countless numbers of different species of life flourished in Nintendo, and many kingdoms and countries were established. But, among the magical kingdoms and advanced concrete jungles was a simple suburban self-sustaining city-state on the outskirts of The Mushroom Kingdom, Flat Zone. All of Flat Zone and its inhabitants existed completely in the two-dimensional plane. Seemingly any three dimensional object that entered Flat Zone would suddenly revert to two dimensions, and revert back to three once it left. This same concept applied to living beings as well. Almost all of Flat Zone was a dull grey, with occasional splashes of washed-out colors that accented objects. Buildings and vehicles were simple silhouettes yet still retained all function one would expect to them to retain. Its citizens were simple black caricatures. They moved in jerky, stilted movements and spoke in a strange language of beeping noises, which none outside of Flat Zone were able to translate. Flat Zone residents were notoriously hard workers, managing to keep the city sustaining without any outside help. They often take jobs in the kingdom whose borders Flat Zone lies near, The Mushroom Kingdom, and make a living working labor-intensive jobs. Flat Zone citizens were so simple, that Tabuu would have had practically no interest in them other than a source of cheap labor. They lacked any concept of good and evil, and went about their lives without much of a care in the world. There was however one factor about Flat Zone peoples that Tabuu desired. As an entity, all Flat Zone people were comprised of a trans-dimensional mass that had strange properties. They could create objects out of there own body, diving helmets, frying pans, oil guns, whatever that job called for, without loosing any of their original body mass, effectively creating mass out of nothing.
Master Hand, now under Tabuu's control, sped down toward The Land Of Nintendo. In order to establish a power presence to its subjects, Tabuu needed an army. But not any army comprised of just the mere mortals of Nintendo, no, they were not fit to serve Subspace alone. Tabuu needed an army that was born of Subspace, and would be undyingly loyal to his cause. The Flat Zoners would useful in "recruiting" this army.
Master Hand broke through the atmosphere of Nintendo, its controlling Chains of Light occasionally clashing and clanging against each other in the air. Mr. Game & Watch was a simple Flat Zoner. He was a not a rich man, or a famous one, but he perfectly contempt with his life. He worked as a volunteer fireman for Downtown Flat Zone, and greatly enjoyed knowing helped keep other Flat Zoners safe. There was irony in this, for little did he know that he would create an army that would endanger not just life in Flat Zone, but all life in Nintendo. And though the day went by just as any other day for Mr. Game & Watch, something felt different. Something in the sky. A loud, resonating clanging sound came from the sky all day. Though nobody else seemed to notice it, it had bugged Mr. Game & Watch all day.
Master Hand flew down at Flat Zone with full force. The two dimensional city blurred past it. Tabuu had given it a simple order, capture a Flat Zoner. It did not matter who. Efficiency was top priority. One stood there on the sidewalk, on his way home for working as an volunteer fireman. Just before Master Hand snatched him up its palm and tightly grasped it fingers around him, Mr. Game & Watch had felt that today was going to be a good day.