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If you were present at the beginning of time, it would be most definitely that you would be falling through empty space. No ground, no elements except air, no fellow people to interact with, nothing. It would take a nonexistent miracle to get you out of this void of nothing or, yet, another place to set you feet on...
No ideas would also exist here in this world, but that would not be the case for long...
A portal opened in the empty sky, ejecting a large white being into the empty world, making it the first to step into this void. The entity appeared to be a large gloved and floating hand (specifically a right hand) with his fingers drooped, but appeared to still hold onto a stoic nature.
He appeared to be severely injured and dejected, as he had tried to hold onto this weakened strength, but there was no ground to rest on here; no land, no water, nothing. There was absolutely nothing. Seeing this, the hand then appeared to let out a sigh (as it would appear to be) and flexed his fingers higher than the void that rested below him.
This is going to be a pain.
The entity "clapped" his thumb and tall finger together, turning his back to the gap of infinite nothingness. He did not even have the strength to keep up his levitation for long and was faltering just by moving. He shook with exhaustion and finally...
SNAP!
The snap echoed throughout the endless void, drifting on for miles, then miles became kilometers, and kilometers became megameters...
…and that snap never stopped for anything or anywhere it was.
What appeared to be seconds for the gloved hand, it was actually minutes that passed by. Other than that snap, there was nothing else that filled the air. Just the hand and his snap.
After a long beat of silence, a patch exploded out of thin air and spread out rapidly around the floating hand, but it was not as fast as the snap he gave out mere minutes ago. The land, however, still appeared to be lifeless; there were no plants, no clouds and, most of all, no other living entities.
It was just barren ground, only a few rocks to accompany it.
The hand, releasing his stance, let go of his composure and, at an alarming rate fell down to the deserted land, just kilometers below his back, sending dust all around him everywhere. As the dust settled, he released all of his strength, with his palm now facing the sky, and thanks to him, that now had a ground to stare down at. The hand heaved out a heavy groan, loud enough to shake the ground below him, and, what felt like ages to him, he finally spoke to the empty sky.
"Well, going through this creation was much better than what I encountered back with my brethren. Going through the tussle in an older dimension is less enjoyable than getting hassled to move to an empty star. Especially when you are the one considered superior by you own leader and, to an extent, creator of you and everyone you know now."
"...and, as the Master Hand, I will make you a better world for both of our comforts."
He continued to look at the sky before finally let go of his conscious, letting the light fade to black, needing a rest from his own guilt from experience.
He would need the boastful strength to make this dimension a new and better home, and no one can interfere, unless someone can...
Hello everyone, Mochi-An here, and I hope you enjoy of what I have so far of my first fic, Super Smash Bros. World Creation. Sorry if this chapter is short or repetitive, and I'll make sure to improve in the future of this fic and others.
I often wondered about the lore of Smash, and I came up with this fic after hearing a few head-canons of the two Hands, considering the fact that Master Hand did bring up the existence of Smash according to the opening sequence of the first SSB game. I do not have any schedule plans for this fanfiction story so far, but I'll try to work one up if I possibly have the time.
Until the next time I write, see you later.
-Mochi-An