Mario Kart 8

This is my first FanFiction, turning Mario Kart 8 into a plot and story, so enjoy!

1. Floating

All it could see was a white canvas. Nothing interesting at all, until the words "MARIO KART 8" in neat handwriting appeared. Mario, it thought, do I know that name? Vague pictures of a red man with a big, round nose and a moustache popped into its head. He seemed to be driving a small kart across a flat track with seven others: a gorilla with a t-shirt, a mushroom, a green sort of dinosaur, another moustache man but green instead of red, a green turtle with shoes, a monster with flowing red hair, and a dignified looking woman.

Then the track extended into the third dimension, with more colours and speed, all racing for the title of lead kart. Suddenly a very fat man also with a moustache took the place of the turtle, and then produced a blue, spiked shell and threw it at the mushroom, who span and slowed down.

Once again the track changed to a rainbow above a neon city, and the drivers all seemed to be paired up, with one standing on the rear, and the other at the wheel. Everything was cleaner and coloured so, and a new cast had joined in, where most looked like modified clones of their partner.

More and more people and creatures joined in the new rainbow road, until they all drove straight off the road! It could see the terror on their faces, and couldn't bear to look. Until it heard the surprised noises and laughter as it realised they were flying! They majestically glided into an ocean, where propellers jutted out of the rear of the karts and they drove into a finish line.

But… what now? It thought, until the canvas showed pictures of karts driving through the floor with drills, but they were soon scribbled out and thrown away by an unseen person. Then more drawings were… drawn… of a kart upside-down across the ceiling, and those remained drawn.

A familiar nose and moustache sprouted of its face, and now it was no longer floating, it was standing on his own two feet. It… He… Mario… could only think of one thing to say as millions of shapes were forming into new tracks and distant crowds;

"Let's 'a play!"

What do you think? Please review and comment on anything good or bad about this, and hope for a new chapter! Happy Holidays!