This is my first true Super Mario RPG story, and it focuses on some of my favorite characters: The Smithy Gang. I can't stand Smithy, but I see something special in his lieutenants. I see them as a family, with Smithy acting as a horrible father to them. I own Bali, and a few incidental characters, while the others belong to Square Enix and Nintendo.

The rain poured down in the Factory dimension. It was considered a parallel to another world. One known as The Mushroom Kingdom. There, rain was seen as a beautiful sight in some areas, and a scary, yet amazing one in others. In this dimension, rain meant nothing but trouble.

All the inhabitants of Factory were living machines. They required everything that someone born of flesh and blood needed: from food and shelter, to clothing and warmth. If a citizen found a spark with another, they would form a family unit, and create their own offspring. However, some offspring were unable to be taken care of due to different complications. Those that couldn't be taken care of were taken to the Oil Well Orphanage.

And that is where our story begins.

The rain proved a dangerous threat that night. It was heavily thundering, and the lightning eagerly looked for anything that it could zap at, which was everything. Everyone was cooped inside their warm homes, huddling together as a family, to protect each other from the fear of the rain. That is, all but two.

A female machine was running in the middle of the rain, clutching something with her. She had a spear-like design to her, and was very thin. A rubber raincoat protected her metal body insulated from the lightning, as she clutched her object she was holding tight to her. Finally, she found shelter under the awning of a building: the Oil Well Orphanage.

The machine lifted off the hood of her raincoat, letting her blue ponytail-like extension fall down, as she loosened her grip on the object, and looked at it. It was her child, an infant spear child. He looked similar to his mother, except his tiny extension was red. He gazed up at his mother with eager golden eyes, and reached a hand up from the rubber blanket wrapped around him.

This was too much for the woman. She tucked her child back into his blanket, and let him be secure in his basket that carried him. She then put a folded piece of paper in next to him in the basket: his blueprints. These were given to the parents to help their children. If a part was broken, or they started growing up, this gave the parents the directions on how to repair the broken part, and what oil the child required to function properly. It also contained the name of the child. In this case, the name was the most noticeable thing on the blueprints: Yaridovich.

The woman set the basket down, pulled her hood back on, knocked on the door, and quickly ran off to hide. She waited for a while until she took notice that Yaridovich was taken into the orphanage. She walked off, tears in her own golden eyes, as she looked back at the orphanage, whispering in a Russian accent.

"Take care of my Yaridovich…"

It had only been a few months since Yaridovich was brought into the orphanage. Someone had taken notice of him, and wanted to adopt him. This machine was Smithy. He was the leader of this dimension, but he wasn't satisfied with ruling just his dimension. He had plans of much larger dimensions, and he needed an army to cause it to work perfectly. However, he didn't want an army that he would have to convert their morals. Instead, he decided to start fresh, with easily corruptible children.

"I find it amazing that you would want to adopt from us, your Highness!" The manager of the adoption center, a middle aged female harpoon machine, said.

"Well, I find it fitting that I find an heir to the throne as soon as I can." Smithy lied. He had created a false head for him to wear. While his true head had sunken in eyes and gapped teeth, this one had long white hair and beard, plus perfect, if not slightly sharp teeth, making him look almost grandfatherly and trusting in appearance.

"Here is the child you wanted to adopt." The manager said, picking up Yaridovich. "I must warn you, though, from his time here, even though he's smart, he's been acting very demanding, with a very large ego. His name is Yaridovich."

"Don't worry." Smithy assured. "I'm sure I can…adjust his personality."

"If you're sure, your Highness." The manager said. "Come with me, and we'll file his adoption papers, and I'll give you his blueprints.

This was the first of his many children he adopted over the years. He tried to find the ones that weren't little angels, but the ones that were flawed, to try and corrupt their personalities easier…

"This little sword is Exor. He's very strong for his age, but his intelligence is low for a baby his age."

"I'll take him."

"This young baby was sent to us by a samurai clan. He's growing up with a code of honor, but his social skills aren't very good. His name is Boomer."

"I'll take him."

"This baby butterfly knife came from a poor gypsy group. She is very loving, but she trusts others a little too much. Her name is Bali."

"I'll take her."

"These quintuplets were brought here at the same time. They trust each other very dearly, but we can't separate them at all. Their names are Axem Red, Axem Black, Axem Green, Axem Pink, and Axem Yellow."

"I'll take them"

"This little bow is named Bowyer. He has a very good aim, but there seems to be something a little off with him. He seems slightly insane, to tell you the truth."

"I'll take him."

"This baby isn't a true weapon, but he always keeps this knife pogo stick with him. He's very skilled at it, but he acts like a brat to the other children. His name is Mack."

"I'll take him."

These were all the children that Smithy adopted. He planned to use them for his own uses, leaving them none the wiser, and getting them to trust him. The only problem? You will need plenty of love to have someone truly trust you…