Alrighty then… This is one of my attempts at any
well written story. I hope that y'all will enjoy this fic.
Oh, here's a quote I made up. I'll supply 'em at the beginning of the chapter.
"Once, I was told that I'm a form the human race would become… If that is so,
then our future is bleak…" -Faust
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Chapter 1
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Alone amongst the landscape it stood, the only form of civilization for miles.
It was a mansion, standing near to a lake, which was frozen, due to the fact
it was indeed winter. The wind howled, blowing snow around the perimeter,
and illustrating a reason why one would much rather not wander around outside,
yet, there could be seen off on the horizon, what appeared to be a slowly growing
black speck, which soon shaped itself out to be a most peculiar individual.
He donned a paper bag on his head, which had only one hole in it, over his right eye.
A soft white light seemed to emanate from this hole, bringing the question to mind,
'What exactly is he?' But the answer remains a complete mystery to this day. He wore
a white lab coat, with a pair of straps just above his mid-section. Around each bicep, he
bore a strap which had a golden buckle. Under his coat, he wore a blue dress shirt, with
an elegant black silk tie. He wore a pair of green dress pants, with a pair of well-polished
dress shoes. He stood at a towering nine foot three inches.
He sailed through the sky, holding high a black umbrella, singing a nonsensical song,
with lyrics like this…
"The dog faces West, I'm a black hole… The Sun, she bows to the pale-faced man called
the Moon… The dog, he sings a song to the South, and I give a poem to the North…"
He continued singing this nonsensical and odd song as he approached the Mansion,
where it is said that the Smashers dwell. Landing in front of the mansion, he slipped
the umbrella into the medical bag, and crouched down, basically sitting on his heels.
He knocked. Once, twice, thrice, he rapped upon the door, and it was answered in
a couple of seconds. A certain mustachioed plumber answered. "Hello? Who are you?"
questioned Mario. "Hello, sir, I am the Dark Doctor Faust, and I was called here because
I understand that I am needed here, correct?" questioned the bizarre paper-bag headed
gentleman. "I mean, isn't this the Smash Mansion?"
"Yes, it is." replied Mario.
"Good, good, I followed the right directions… Now, may I come in?" questioned Faust.
Mario nodded in reply, and stepped aside. Faust crawled in, and stood up. The mansion's
interior was simple in design, yet elegant. The walls were constructed of oak wood,
which was wonderfully polished and maintained, and the floor was covered in a ruby red
carpet, which had an extremely plush feel to it. It was obvious that the denizens of this
mansion were well taken care of.
Faust had to crouch slightly to avoid smashing his head into a light fixture, which
dangled from the ceiling. Mario starting leading Faust to a room, and as Faust followed,
he could tell that there was a reason he was here… He would find out soon…
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End Chapter
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I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I've decided to update THIS story consistently,
So please have patience if you're awaiting my other stories.
