Hello everyone and welcome to my first story. This story contains various worlds from the games that appear in the Smash Bros series. As such, the story tries to follow the canon of each game as much as it can. Many events, characters and relationships have been changed to fit better in the story (like who are parents in FE Awakening), and many background characters were made with the same purpose (toads, soldiers, etc.)

There's also a considerable amount of OC, but the smash characters are always the big protagonists. They just help the story move nicely.

Also, the events of Subspace Emissary and World of Light are canon and referenced during the story, with some minor alterations. The same comes for the events of most of the games in all the various series. But you don't need to play all of the games to understand this story. I tried to make it like that at least.

Finally, please leave a review and let me know what you think. It's very much appreciated.

I hope you enjoy it.

Master Hand gazed proudly at the end of his island. There laid the floating stadium, the biggest and most prominent symbol of the entirety of his precious domain.

He was relieved that all of it managed to get trough without even the slightest of damage from the Galeem attack.

The god of light might had taken an entire control of him, ambushed his smashers, captured their essence, and attempted to "purge" the entire universe. But at least he hadn't attacked his island directly. Unlike other certain god…

He turned on to see the sun setting in the distance of his planet. He may had seen a similar view a million times, and yet the sight of this picture comforted him greatly. To think I was so close to never seeing this again…

His thoughts got interrupted by the fireworks that followed the sunset. He looked at all the explosions in the air. Everybody was on the plaza celebrating the victory of the smashers against both Galeem and Dharkon.

A welcoming festival had awaited them at their return from their final battle against both gods, courtesy of all the people that were supposed to be their public in the tournaments.

It had been a week since then, in which most smashers made a brief visits to their homes in their respective universes. He had them all return as fast as possible. Even though all that had happened he had no intention of canceling this tournament. And so, this fireworks marked the reopening of the fifth era of the Smash Tournaments.

Even though he had sown himself strong and determined to continue the tournament to his smashers, he was actually very on the edge.

It had been so horrifying being under the control of yet another deity, that this time it didn't bother him as much that he was rescued by the warriors he was supposed to be superior. Of course that had never actually been the case…

Master Hand contemplated going down there and joining the celebrations. He had been an important piece in bringing down the spirit armies after all. Then again, even after all they been through, the smashers still didn't trust him fully. Well most of them. Others just straight didn't like him. Or both.

He opted for staying in his quarters and rest. Maybe entertain himself with something. Searching for the possible additions to the smasher roster was as good of an idea as any.

He had promised himself to search for at least five this time… And his brother had already proved himself to be of no help.

Did he really expect me to add a plant to the tournament? I could bring him for the casual tourney since it's quite strong, but to an official tournament? It's just like that dog duo all over again…

In an instant he summoned a hologram in his room. Extending his fingers to the holographic images, he contemplated how many different universes he had visited. Past, future, even different variations of a universe. He could see them all.

As the god of creation he could sense in all of the universes where the "cycle of creation" continued. It doesn't matter what was created, a living being, a tool, an idea. If it was created he could sense it.

Or rather he had been able to. He had lost that power long ago, along with many of his god strengths. But that didn't matter, as he still maintained an enormous quantity of power when he was in his realm, like any other planetary god.

He chose to start searching for the auras of strong warriors with no strong connections with any previous smashers. He began observing all of the multiple universes at his disposition.

Even though infinite, only a certain few reached to him with strong enough auras to be considered. It didn't surprise him. It always was like this. Right now he couldn't reach any of those universes anyway. They always came to him if he focused his power long enough.

It took him some time, but in the end all of the universes he could feel dissipated leaving behind only one. There he could feel the presence of many strong auras. But one of them was more potent than all the rest. He reached to the aura and tried to place it's owner. The body that hold it was nothing special. It was a young human, more fit and strong than the average. At least in his universe. But the interesting part was his "heart". His mind was one of a thief, and yet his heart was brimming with determination and a strong sense of justice. He could feel in him a hidden power. He wasn't sure yet what it was, but he knew that it was special.

Just like every other time he'd done this, he began to reconsider.Perhaps it was not worth it. Perhaps he will bring even more trouble. Perhaps I'm over-rushing things…

He broke his concentration and oversaw all of the vast universes that appeared before him. In all of those, the eternal cycle of creation continued without anything stopping it. He could feel it.

However in the eternal life of that cycle. Many who would try to disturb it would also be created. Be it an ideal, a race, a sect. A god.

Something, somewhere, would rise to try and destroy it. Destroy him.

That's why he created the Smash tournament. It was an event that joined the strongest warriors in the infinity of the universes. The fruits of the eternal cycle of creation, battling in a grand competition, a show of the strength that comes from it. A monument to creation.

And that why he would do anything to preserve it. He searched in all the universes. In their past, in their future. Anything to preserve his creation. He looked over at the aura that had attracted him in the first place. Yes… This one will do just fine…

Fear, is no stranger to gods. Inside their power arsenal, fear ranked as one of the god's stronger weapons. Fear kept both enemies and allies at bay.

And yet, fear was a feeling that gods were not supposed to ever experience. It meant that a god, who were superior to all other beings, doubted the extent of the powers they possess.

And even so, he had felt fear before. The fear of being weakened. Of being defeated. Of being forgotten…

He had always managed to overcome his fears of course. Many had faced him before. And when facing them, he had felt fear. They were all but gone now. Nobody stood in the way of his goal. Or that's how it should be…

His enemy had stroke just at the utmost critical moment. The attack just happened to coincide with the defeat of another god: Dharkon.

They weren't exactly allies. But their goals were similar, and in fact, they benefited from each other ambitions. Besides, such strength couldn't just be ignored.

And yet with all of his power, Dharkon had somehow met his end. Seeing the odds, he was probably outsmarted by his killers… or killer.

And now he was standing in a similar situation. His power. They stole it. Somehow they knew how to extract it and contain it outside of him. An obviously desperate move. The catastrophes that releasing all that raw power could bring are just too high.

But he had recovered. He had observed them while they were on the run, slowly learning who he was facing. And now finally he had them surrounded.

Even though had lost a great amount of power, and hadn't recovered entirely, his plan still continued.

Soon they will regret attempting to challenge him. This small setback couldn't stop him. He looked over the position his "friends" were running to.

It was finally time. Now it your turn to feel fear.