#themasterhand

*Neither of them were there. They had somehow escaped.*

I will let them live a little longer as a gift for freeing me from bondage.

*Among the debris of Final Destination, he finds what he was looking for to begin with—the unconscious Master Hand, floating limp in space. He teleports next to him.*

I’ve waited ten years for this moment, Master Hand. Your Brawlers may have defeated me before with the element of surprise, but now, without you or the Monolith Crystal, I will end them as I have ended you.

*Tabuu withdraws multiple Chains of Light, latching them viciously onto the Hand’s fingers. Master Hand grimaces naturally, even as he is unconscious. He yanks on them as he did with Crazy Hand, putting him under his puppeteering control.*

With each Brawler dead, no one will be able to stop me. I will rule the World of the Trophies and the Nintendo Realms, and all will bow before me. And you...

*He chuckles to himself, revealing sharp-red teeth that glowed magenta.*

...you and your brother will be my little puppets... forever.

*Tabuu yanks on the cords once more, and Master Hand simulates consciousness under his control, floating like he normally would. Tabuu laughs a conservative, yet haunting laugh that seems to resonate throughout every dimension, and echo through the soul of the universe.*

*He attaches the Chains of Light to the Subspace Dimension, which appears to remain attached to Tabuu, but vanishes from sight as it gets closer to him.*

The Subspace is reborn. 

*He extends his wings once more, and extends his hands outward as multiple plasmic balls of light begin to dance around Final Destination. All around him, walls of black and white begin to form as what looks to be like a giant landscape to neon-lights shines all around into formation. Dark purple vortexes swirl across the sanctum and a shrine to Tabuu’s glory is built, and within moments, a kingdom is built.*

*He pulls the puppets of Crazy Hand and Master Hand towards him.*

Now... let’s go visit your friends, shall we?

*Finally, after years of torment and years of pain... being imprisoned by the power of Master Hand and Crazy Hand, he is free. With the destruction of the Monolith Crystal... nothing in the Universe can stop him now.*

*First, he appears as a blue light, cracking like light does through the clouds on a stormy day. But then, around the light comes sparks of red electricity, which fizzle more and more around the ever brightly glowing light. Then suddenly, an orange shock wave bursts from it. Then another! And another! Until suddenly, dozens of orange shockwaves shoot out at once, and after, and explosion of red light!*

*And there, above Final Destination’s remains... is Tabuu.*

Finally... the Realms are mine. MehehehaahahaHAHHAHAHH!!!

*Tabuu takes his traditional stance of a crooked knee and a hand to his chin as he observes his surroundings.*

My, my... what do we have here? You have defeated the Master Hand and the Crazy Hand?

THE CRYSTAL, IT’S... IT’S—

*Crazy Hand, still conscious, sees the red wormhole as well...*

*In the brief reprieve as Mother Brain recharges for her next attack, Master Hand hangs his fingers low with lack of energy. He thinks about all he has done in his years as the Master Hand to secure a balance in the universe: to protect the Realms from the evil tyrannical villains who sought to enslave them for their own taking, like Tabuu and the Dark Hand. His whole life, he relied on his one goal—to create the Universe that the Creators asked him to make, and to guard them with his life from threats outside of the Realms of Nintendo*

*He loved creating the Realms: sculpting the landscapes, designing architecture, and creating both the heroes and the villains, using the mind power of the Creator to bring them to life. He remembers the first time he created Mario: the determined, loyal, gleeful plumber set to protect the graceful Princess Peach. And the power-hungry Bowser—the King of the Koopas—who only was in love with the Princess, and kidnapped her, forcing Mario and his little brother Luigi to endure the harshest conditions to go and save her. In that moment of thought, a warm feeling of nostalgic happiness overcomes him, and he laughs to himself. Those were the days when there were no threats in the Universe: it was just childish play: a hero and a villain, playing a game to win over the other. He had viewed himself as a sort of parent: a guardian set to watch them.*

*He remembered the day when he brought the first group of heroes to Final Destination to meet him: Mario, Luigi, Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Fox, Captain Falcon, Ness, Donkey Kong, Link, Kirby, and yes... Samus. He promised to train them how to fight, should the Universe ever need protecting, and established them as the first Heroes of the Realms. They would train with him almost every day, and soon, more and more heroes came to the doorstep of Final Destination to learn how to fight. They sparred with one another, using their powers to try to see who was stronger. He always thought that the heroes had loved him the same way that he had loved them.*

*But now... Now, Master Hand sees the truth. Times have changed. With pride in their eyes, the Nintendo Universe has decided they don’t want him anymore. They have evolved to be able to protect themselves. He is almost upset that they would want this: he was only trying to protect them. But he would not let these delinquents stop him: these psychotic, power-hungry villains he had created have been perverted beyond their own reasoning. He has to fight—for the rest of the Realms, he has to fight!*

*Master Hand clenches his fist one last time to prepare his iconic move. Blue rings form behind him as he charges his Power Fist at Mother Brain’s eye at bullet speeds.*

*But then comes the Phazon blast from Dark Samus, and it strikes the Monolith Crystal. The energy shield around it sputters against the beam for a moment before giving way. When the Phazon hits the crystal, there is a blinding blast of white light, and a sonic boom like no-other ever felt in the history of the universe echoes from the center of the Final Destination. He, Mother Brain, Crazy Hand and Dark Samus are thrown outward from the stage at a horrific sight...*

*The Monolith Crystal is destroyed, and so is Final Destination—the stage, bent in two, with a gaping hole where the crystal once was.*

*Master Hand feels his energy draining. It is done. It is over. He has failed, and the Nintendo Universe now has what it wants.*

I’m sorry, my brother... I have failed. 

He... he will be coming soon...

*Master Hand loses all energy, and falls limp in the void of space. The last thing he sees is a red wormhole forming above the remains of Final Destination.*

If that's the thing that's holding these dimensions together...

Mother Brain: We did not come as conquerors of this realm between realms. However, you have given us little choice.