Mewtwo and Master Hand were discussing N.A. in his office. The entire conversation was carried on telepathically.

"Mewtwo, why did you wish to speak with me?"

"I am sensing a strange mental activity. I have tried to pinpoint it, but it seemed to be in several places at once. This new presence appeared with Nonsense Advice."

"I know you are telepathic. Why did you not just read their minds?"

"I tried. The best way to describe it is that it is like a radio receiving several frequencies. I encountered such a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions that I couldn't fix on a single thought. In fact, I had to detach myself from the mind before I was destroyed by it."

"Which one's mind did you read?"

"I honestly have no clue."

"What do you propose we do?"

"I could try to apply a advanced form of telepathy. My normal method is like looking through a window. This other method is like going through a door. I would descend into the mind itself. I am not going to bother giving you the details, but I will tell you this. It is dangerous."

"Do what you see fit. I have worked long and hard to create the Smash Brothers, and I must insure it's safety, good luck."

Mewtwo began to meditate in his room. His room was bare and painted black. Mewtwo cared only for practicality. It was bare because he did not sleep, and he did not wish to communicate with the mansion through the screen when he could speak telepathically. It was black and windowless because Mewtwo didn't like light.

It took an hour for Mewtwo to achieve the first stage of the process. He felt himself rise out of his body. He now saw everyone in the mansion as swirling pools of blue electricity. Donkey Kong's was small and smoldering, while Ness's was a crackling vortex of light. His astral projection floated through the walls to N.A.'s room. He was nearly blinded by a three pools of light, shining very brightly. But what really astounded Mewtwo was that they were green, and connected. Coils of energy pulsated through them, binding them to one another. Mewtwo gathered his courage and plunged into one of the pools.

What he saw, he did not expect. He was in a library, with thousands upon thousands of books lining the shelves. The books themselves were of three types. Scrolls, expensively bound tomes and electronic books. (For you non-tech savvies out there, think a tablet with a forward and back button.) between the shelves was a search computer. Mewtwo floated over to the console and entered the search term "Origin of Nonsense Advice". Three of the books floated over to him from the shelves, one of each kind. Mewtwo opened the bound book. A light flashed and he was in a room with Mutsy and Blanky. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He tried to speak, but the words that came out of his mouth were not his own.

"Guys, I've been thinking…"

"Uh-oh."

"No-no, this is good. I thought that we should give avice."

Blanky said, "Don't we do that already? Like, to you?"

"No, I mean over the Great Blue Nothing, a.k.a., the Internet! Over a blog. No one would know what we are, and we could mock any loser out there!"

"Woah, the man with the plan."

"Let's call it…Nonsense Advice."

Another flash of light, and Mewtwo was back in the library. Mewtwo switched on the electronic book.. A flash of light, and Mewtwo was in a room with Javi and Mutsy.

Javi spoke up, "Guy's I've been thinking…"

Mewtwo said, "Uh-oh."

The exact same scene as before unfolded in front his eyes. Mewtwo realized that he was wwing it from Mutsy's point of view, and before he had been seeing it from Javi's point of view. He was reliving their memories! The scene ended and he was in the library. He didn't open the scroll, because he knew that he would relive the memory from Blanky's point of view. He entered a new search phrase, "Origin of Javi, Mutsy and Blanky."

This time, no books flew towards him from the shelves. He was pulled through the air by an unseen force, up and above the library shelves, they seemed endless. He landed in front of a stone pillar carved all over with strange symbols. It glowed a dull, moss green. The very air around it seemed old, unused. He touched it and was hurled into another memory.

He was in a blonde woman's arms. He was very small. He raised his arms and the were short and pudgy. He was a baby in it's mother's arms. His mother spoke.

"Javi, go to sleep, it's late."

Though Mewtwo could only see the ceiling, crowded around him were what Mewtwo assumed was Javi's family. A tall, powerfully built man with slightly graying hair spoke, "Can't make up his mind, eh? Crying one minute, sleeping the next, laughing, and crying again."

"Takes after his mother."

Mewtwo soon noticed a conflict in his mind. He closed his eyes and heard three voices. The were arguing loudly. One was harsh and explosive, one seemed to be proud, ambitious, defended its point valiantly and justly, as the last seemed to try to mediate between the two.

(For the sake of clarity, the first voice will be this the second this and the third this. You'll see why.)

"No, survival is optimum, destroy all in your path, consume all that will not be destroyed, flee from all that will not be consumed! I should lead!"

"Success is optimal! We will be a force to appreciate! We will rise! We must do all that is possible and beyond! I should lead!"

"No one can lead alone, but I should lead as you two would destroy us! Unity is our strength!"

"Unity! Such matters are not important! Only the strong will survive, and we must destroy all others to ensure our survival!"

"We will have the ultimate destiny, and we will need others to accomplish this! We cannot destroy everyone! Ambition shall be our main force!"

"Ambition will lead us into folly!"

"Javi, Javi, wake up, we have a present for you!" He felt fingers brush his face. He opened his eyes, still hearing the voices. His mother seemed to be giving him a plain white blanket and a plush dog. They were Mutsy and Blanky, and yet not Mutsy and Blanky, for they did not have the spark of life in their eyes. In the blanket's case, no eyes at all.

"Aww, he's adorable, let's leave him with his stuffed toy and his new blanket. He need a nap, and so do I."

He was placed in a crib lined with blankets. From a brief glimpse he gained, he saw he was in a hospital room. He closed his eyes. The argument ahd reached a peak.

"Ambition can lead us into folly, but destruction of all will lead to our own destruction!"

"If we cannot agree, we cannot work together, and we cannot function without each other, I suggest we separate, but remain together as three connected!"

"AGREED!"

He felt himself split. A mental pulse rocked the crib, a pulse of incredible stregth. He was clutching the dog, larger than himself, and the blanket, tightly in his diminute fists. The dog and blanket glowed, and then, they were alive.

Mewtwo was again inside the library. He visibly panted in a cold sweat. He rapidly detached himself from the minds and returned to his own body.