Master Hand

*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.*

*A Gengar jumps from the crowd of dark characters, floating towards Dark Samus eerily with that unremovable smile on its face. In its hands forms an orb of darkness as it casts Shadow Ball at the Phazon mistress.*

*The beam from Mother Brain intensifies, and Master Hand begins to slip.*

No... the Monolith Crystal!

What... NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

A being with power is only as strong as his will to control it. You—a child of Phazon—never have understood that. 

If you take my place, you do not understand the consequences that follow. I am not a conquerer, like you. I am a Guardian. And you have crossed me for the last time.

Now... get out of my domain.

You may be the goddess of Phazon, Svychx...

*Master Hand snaps his finger, and a flash of bright light follows, spawning thirty or so trophies or various Dark, Ghost, and Bug beings throughout the Nintendo universe, including minions, magicians, Boos, Ing, non-legendary Pokémon and the like. Master Hand then slaps his hand on the stage of Final Destination, and a shockwave of yellow light awakes them all: merely mimics of the real beings that have the same abilities.*

...but you’re no Guardian of the Realms.

Attack.

And that is where you are mistaken, Mother Brain. I am not a champion that fought my way to my position, nor do I rule over you like some cosmic king.

I am the Guardian of the Realms. I was designed to fulfill my purpose. It is my destiny to protect and keep balance in the cosmos. You—a selfish creature bent on galactic domination—would be unfitting for my title.

*The raising pitch of amounting energy suddenly reaches its peak, and a massive blast of blue beam energy propels itself towards the chest of the beast.* 

Using my own creations against me? Sounds familiar.

*Master Hand, gesturing his hand as if he were dealing a card, withdraws a large golden-glowing transparent slate, which he throws in front of the plasma beams. The plasma from the Chozo blasts some of the Miis and Wire Frames painfully, but the rest is absorbed by the makeshift golden shield. The slate then whooshes forward at high speed towards the Chozo statue.*

Fighters, be cruel with them.

*The Fighters turn to Master Hand, and their eyes glow orange for a brief moment as their intensity flared. They then run off to attack Dark Samus in her Phazon-infused Chozo Mecha.*

***

*But Master Hand is uninterested in fighting Dark Samus.*

*He turns towards Mother Brain, who is colossal at this point, even for him, and he curls up his fingers into a first, twitching his wrist inward twice to strengthen the punch. He then shoots off like a high-speed bullet towards her, blue rings emitting from behind him as he accelerates.*

***

Destroy them.

*The Beam Howitzers start with the closest to them, and one shoots a super-charged beam of pure concentrated energy which practically destroys shoots straight through the center of the first Leviathan, shattering it into a million pieces. The second of the six Beam Howitzers begin charging up. The turrets guarding them begin to scan for void-disturbances in case Dark Samus approaches, and uses thermal imaging to easier target her when she appears.*

*The Fighting Polygons begin manning weapon turrets on the Final Destination defense platform and begin shooting at any Pirate forces which have arrived to take over. The Fighting Alloys man aerial crafts and begin flying like a massive swarm of bees around Final Destination, encircling it to keep it completely defended.*

*The Fighting Wire Frames and the Fighting Miis await for Dark Samus or Mother Brain to approach so that they may begin to attack them once and for all and put an end to her misery.*

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*Master Hand clenches his fist in anger, not wanting to fight, but realizing now that they have forced his hand.*

You give me no choice, Mother Brain and Dark Samus. Expect no mercy. 

*Master Hand presses a button, and out of the Void appears what he had prepared—a massive, circular defensive grid which surrounds the entirety of Final Destination, complete with six massive Beam Howitzers, made to be quadruple the power of the Norion laser, and Anti-Phazon artillery. It rotates around Final Destination slowly, targeting the incoming Leviathans, beginning to charge up the powerful beams with haunting, purple light.*

*Also from the void appears a massive army of Fighting Polygons, Wire Frames, Alloys, and Miis, all in various anti-Phazon and lethal apparel, ready to engage the enemy—all created from the Monolith Crystal which protects Final Destination. The count is about 10,000 in all the float around Final Destination and the intruders, surrounding Mother Brain and Dark Samus along with their Leviathans.*

We are not your gods. We are Guardians of the Realms. I may have created you, but I do not control you. Your arrogance and pride has deceived you into thinking otherwise. 

So this is your last warning...

*Master Hand clenches his fist, and sparks surge through his fingers.*

I’m not a superhero. To save those people would be under the jurisdiction of the heroes protecting the Metroid Realm, not ours. We cannot intervene. If they are to die, they are to die.