“Just what the hell is Master Hand anyway, and how does he know so much?” Midna seethed.

“He used to be human.”

“Used to be?” She asked, her head quickly snapping towards Mewtwo.

“A long time ago, Master Hand and Crazy hand were just a single human child, living in a dimension close to Snake’s but with a few differences. In that dimension we all exist, you, me, Mario, Link, all of us. But not as real people, as works of fiction. We exist as Computer game personalities, and as such the companies which owned us, or should I say the company, produced small trophies in our image. The child collected them all, 35 of them to be exact, everyone but Snake and Sonic. He would occasionally make those figures ‘battle’ to amuse himself, even creating his own stories with them all living under one roof, with him as an omnipotent figure ruling over all of us,” Mewtwo stopped and chuckled slightly “strange how things turn out

“Then everything changed, by some joke of whatever is the higher power at the end of it all, he found a small sphere under his bed, it was a curiosity, from what I gathered from Crazy Hand’s memory it was dark with electric blue lines running through it…”

--

“I called it Subspace.” Master Hand told the two dimensional jester.

“Subspace?”

“It sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie, and it looked it came from a high budget one at that. Anyway, I poked it experimentally, out of curiosity. What I wasn’t expecting it to was knock me out cold. When I woke up, I couldn’t feel my body anymore, everything had become clearer to me. I could work things out more quickly, homework seemed like a piece of cake. To put it to the test I thought I might as well try to complete that Rubix cube that had haunted me. But I found I still couldn’t do it. I could only move my right hand.”

--

“Subspace separated them into a being of creativity and a being of destruction. Both taking the form of white gloves. He found he could move the figures with his mind, make them come alive. His games got more violent and his stories became more complex. But it wasn’t enough for either hand. Being bereft of a body had left a hunger in their place. They used up more and more of the Subspace until it came back to bite them.”

“Something was already in Subspace?”

“Yes. Tabuu, a strange beast. Even I’m not sure what it was, but it awakened when all the statues had been brought to life and managed to control Master Hand who had Bowser and Ganondorf on his side. Crazy hand had to work behind the scenes, rally the other statues to try and stop him but it failed, initially. Tabuu proved to be too strong, able to remove the subspace that had brought them to life in the first place with his wings. However, Crazy Hand had brought in another trophy just in case. Sonic.”

--

“Once Tabuu was cleared out I was back to full health but his control of me had a nice side effect. I had complete control over subspace as I was the closest real being when he died and managed to steal his powers.”

“If you are as powerful as you say you are, why is this mansion an effective prison?”

“Because I used up most of my power to create and maintain this place. Using Tabuu’s power I made myself my own little planet in a niche in space and time, and created a stadium on it. For some entertainment for the local sufficiently advanced aliens whose technology I reversed engineered and incoperated so it was not such a drain on my powers. Shame the gladiatorial fights between ugly insect monster A and ugly insect monster B got tiresome after the 15th time. So I needed some headliners, a group that would really bring in the money, and enough technology to take over every universe in one shot.”

--

“He found that while in his dimension we were nothing but works of fiction he found we legitimately existed in others. Using subspace he pulled 12 people from their existing dimensions to compete, not as slaves but as prize fighters. In it for the money with personal assurances that there would be no negative consequences. A Link was one of them. The Hero of Time.”

“Wait, so you’re saying that the one he brought here was the original green cap and tunic?” She said, trying her best to control her own voice.

“Precisely, and he used that to attract people from all over the multiverse, there was a stadium in each dimension. Any species which had developed space travel could find it, no matter what dimension. But then he craved to make his earlier fantasies a reality. As such he created Smash mansion, along with recruiting more people to join in including myself. I was there as an insurance policy, as his plan involved keeping them under one roof for possibly years someone had to make sure that they didn’t get homesick, so it was my duty to make sure everyone was content enough to stay.”

“What about you, didn’t you get homesick.”

“Ha! What was there to be homesick about? Born as an experiment, killed my creators, forced to live in a cave filled with Ditto and other things, I was glad to get away from it all. I was still being used but he gave me freedom to be who I wanted to be here.”

“…” It didn’t need to be said, it was obvious what she would have asked anyway.

“I just really don’t like to be used.” Mewtwo said before retiring to what used to be Master Hand’s office, leaving Midna alone in the corridor.

I like the idea, and might I suggest Pikachus chapter/arc be silent? Well, from the protagonists view, anyhow.

might be a good idea.

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Pokemon has had its monsters speak their minds before. Just keep the characterizations from the Shipwrecked arc.

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I get the feeling Charmander would be a bit less of a worrywart now that it's become Charizard, though.

As I recall: Pikachu is the steadfast leader, Charmander was the worrywart due to backstory trauma, Bulbasaur was surly and sort of apathetic (which I doubt has changed in becoming Ivysaur), and Squirtle was mostly mischief and trouble (though giant goddamn Pokemon freaked him out as easily as the rest).

really guys only Mewtwo, Pikachu are getting any speaking roles, although Mewtwo's is via psychic link and Pikachu's conversations with a metroid.

"This has been a long time coming Giovanni, you knew this was inevitable. That I would find you, one day that I would start hunting you down like the dog you are."

"And here I thought you claimed to be above us humans, that you would not stoop to such petty lows as revenge."

"This is not quite your definition of revenge Giovanni, nor do I inted to make this vist personal all things considered between us."

"Then what is it?"

"Have you ever heard God?"

"God doesn't exist Mewtwo, the closest thing we have to Dues Ex can be caught by a small child not unlike the one who finally defeated me. I'm a different man as well, Team Rocket is all in the past, a few stragglers clinging to false hope but nothing major, sure to be put down whenever a young pup from a backwater village decides on his tenth birthday that he wishes to be a pokemon trainer, but that doesn't mean I've become a theist."

"Then prepare to be enlightend." Metwo's voice faded away from his mind as the suited man laid back in his reclinable chair, an eye on the pokemon infront of him, expressions mirroring each other.

"I'm waiting..." Giovanni said tapping his foot "If there is a God, then let him speak up so we can hear him."

"If you insist." The words drifted through Giovanni's mind for the last time as Mewtwo rose up. Opening his mouth.

The shockwaves destroyed everything, windows were shattered and the shards instandly grinded back to sand, the walls rose off out of thier foundations and scattered to the four corners of the world. All that was left was the recliner with a pink mist hanging in the air over it.