Final Destination, the final stage of the Ultimate World. It is the realm of the Gods of this world, Master Hand and Crazy Hand, or how they are known as together, the Creator. These two hands are the creators of this world, having brought famous heroes and villains into this world, not for personal gains, but for them to enjoy this new world, with them living life as family, participating in matches for fun, for sport, or for entertainment. However, they were brought to this world to become a team of the Multiverse's Mightiest Heroes and Villains, who put aside their differences, and become an alliance known as, Super Smash Bros, or how they are usually called The Smashers.

The Smashers have overcomed many challenges throughout the many reincarnations of this world. From The First World, to The World of Melee, to the World of Brawl, to the Force (Fourth) World, and ending in the Ultimate World. The Smashers have battled offshoots of the Creator, The Subspace Being, Tabuu, The Rage and Anger of the Hands, Master Core, and even the goddess of Light, Galeem, and the god of Darkness, Dharkon. They all have exceeded far beyond their original potential that the Creator had expected and encrypted into their matrix. Even the villains have seemingly given up their evil ways and have turned good and have even trained their former arch enemies. They all have become true heroes. Exactly how the Creator wanted it to be.

However, there has been somewhat odd feelings with Master Hand and Crazy Hand. Feelings that have been growing since the First World. They were feeling...remorse? But...why? What could the Creator himself be remorseful for? They haven't done anything wrong to their world or the Smashers. So...why...remorse?


Master Hand and Crazy Hand have returned to their realm in Final Destination and they were about to have "The Talk."

"Greetings, brother." greeted Crazy Hand.

"As to you too, brother." Master Hand greeted back.

However, Crazy Hand noticed the somber and dissapointed tone in his brother's voice and he knew why, since he was feeling the same way.

"You still worry, brother?" asked Crazy Hand, catching his brother's attention.

"Yes. The Smashers have overcomed many aversaries, however, they were all because of our mistakes."

"Brother, you know that we couldn't do anything. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Agreed. However, We were unable to break free from Tabuu's control, until it was too late. We let our rage take control of us, creating Master Core. Maybe...we should end this shirade."

Now this angered Crazy Hand a bit but not so much to the point where he would throw one of his Crazy Tantrums. So, he tries to consoul his brother.

"Now, don't go there, brother. We made mistakes, but the Smashers know that we mean well. They are happy to be here and they truly care about you."

Master Hand thought about this and then smiled. (However the heck a glove can smile.)

"You are right. Thank you."

"You are very welcome, brother."

However, their sweet moment is interrupted by cracks appearing in Final Destination, releasing Giant Crimson thorn daggers. Master Hand and Crazy Hand turn to see the daggers, but they are impaled by all of the daggers. They are unable to break free or use any of their powers. The last thing the hands saw was a familiar glowing blue figure. Chills went down the hands' spines as they recognized the creature. The same one that killed them in the World of Brawl.

"H-H-How? HOW?! Y-You're supposed to b-be dead!" Master Hand couldn't finish as he and his brother blacked out, with the wicked smile of the creature plagued their minds as they prayed that it will have mercy on their smashers. Little did they know that -

"Mercy was never an option for them."


A golden door. Lucas saw nothing but the golden door in the endless void of pure, uncontrollable darkness. It was shrouded in beautiful sunflowers and white celestial rings, a contrast to the deep darkness that surrounded him.

Lucas just stared at the door, unsure of what to do, why he was here, where was he, or why does he feel like he needs to open the door immediately. Lucas just stared at the door for what felt like an eternity before he moved his arm forward and reached out towards the door, with each step he took feeling like it was sinking into the void.

He placed his hand the door, almost seeming like he was about to push the door open. However, before he went on and pushed the door open, a grim and distorted voice ranged out in his ear.

"Lucas..."

Lucas turned towards the voice and what he saw was not a person, or it used to be before...

He Killed Him

Lucas saw the bloody, decayed, and dead bodies of his brother, mother, father, Dog and his friends. He saw Claus, Hinawa, Flint, Boney, Kumatora, and Duster all infront of him with blood dripping from the exact wounds Lucas had shot. Their eyes were ripped out of their sockets, leaving nothing but an empty holes filled with bloody and severed organs.

They stared at Lucas with their cold nonexistent eyes with dead cold smiles on their faces.

Lucas was horrified.

His fear and emotions taking full control over him, his hair being turned from its usual shining blonde color into a cold and dark black color. He felt a cold sensation all over his body and as he looked down towards the his feet to not see the decaying bodies, he saw blood stained on his clothes, staining from his hands. This was evidence of murder and betrayal.

Lucas started to lift his head up, trying to look back at the bodies out of confusion and fear. But before he knew it, they were right directly in front of him.

Lucas wanted to run but he just couldn't bring himself to. He wanted to beg and pray for his feet to start moving, take him away from this nether, take him anywhere but here. But he just couldn't. His fear, guilt, hate, anger, and sadness kept him in place. Forbidding him from leaving his cruel and sadistic punishment.

Lucas saw Claus in front of his face, closing his eyse in responds, tears streaming and shivers drilling into his acking heart as he said...

"Su*dellik*uoy""Su*dellik*uoy*daestni*su devas evah dlouc uoy"

Lucas opened his eyes ever so slowly, before his friends lung at him, cutting, breaking, scarring, and stabbing every part of his body, before he takes his last breath and sinks into the cold and suffocating darkness.


The final shaking from Toon stirred Lucas away from his living nether as he looked up to see his friends, Nana and Toon Link looking over his bed.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Toon! There's no need to shake him!" Nana angrily scolded.

"But we're going to miss the opening of the festival! There's nothing like a great day, battling with my favorite blonde!" Toon Link said with excitement in his voice.

Nana grabs the back of his tunic and drags him out the door. "Well, your favorite blonde needs to brush his teeth, take a shower, and get dressed before he battles! He will be with you later!"

Toon frantically stuttered as he was pushed out of Lucas's room, saying "See ya, Lucas!" before being thrown out of the room, leaving the ice duo alone.

Lucas looked down at his hands, seeing no blood, but guilt stained on them. Nana sits by his side, hugging him closely.

"It happened again, didn't it?"

"Y-Y-Yes..."

It had been a long time since Nana has seen Lucas like this. He hasn't been like this since the Subspace Emmissary. Nana took a breath before she brought Lucas into a hug, with Lucas hugging back with tears streaming down his eyes as he cried into Nana's Parka cladded shoulder. Nana held Lucas close to her, and while she was blushing at them being so close to each other, she kept him close and softly hushed him in a way that a mother would, a way his mother would. And the worst part is that it was calming to him.