Hey, everyone! This is my first fanfic! I HAVE EXCITEMENT!
Near the back of the woods, a small cave sat, engraved into a mountainside. In this cave sat a desk, littered with papers and folders, each with bright red X's crossed over them. Near the desk, a small, green creature huddled on a makeshift bed. He tossed and turned, and cried to himself. He was having the nightmare again.
Once again, he re-lived years of careful planning, coming up with counteractions to every variable. He started a plague in the Mushroom Kingdom, using special mushrooms he invented. He tricked Koopa King Bowser into eating his special mushroom, and had him get rid of Mario and Luigi. He trained his warrior, Midbus, in case anything went wrong. Then he launched his attack, and conquered Peach and Bowser's castles. He smiled a huge grin as, for a few moments, he ruled the world again.
But his enemies were stubborn. Bowser, Mario, and Luigi worked constantly to wreck his plan. Years of careful planning were made pointless in days. He rushed to complete his plan, but only received half of the power he wanted. Then he cringed as his least favorite part unfolded.
He re-lived spikes, fists, fire, pain, getting eaten. He re-lived red and green, hammers, stomping, pain, exploding. He once again used the last of his dark magic to re-form himself from his scattered, dark remains. He once again crawled, sad and lifeless, to a dark cave.
Suddenly, order was thrown to the wind, his subconscious favoring chaos. He saw Cackletta, shaking her head in disappointment at his failure. He heard the laughing of the Koopa King as the Dark Star floated before him. He reached out, only for it to fly away, and he began to fall…
He sat bolt upright, screaming. He looked around for a few moments, and then remembered where he was. He reached over and grabbed a pair of swirled, blue glasses with a single, large crack down the right lens. A single tear rolled down his round face.
"Fink rats," he muttered under his breath. "The fink rats think Fawful has been beaten. They think he's gone, he's gone…"
Suddenly he screamed, and slammed his fist down on the desk, causing papers to fly everywhere. "Fink rats!" He screamed. "Fink rats of Red and Green that sour the milk of Fawful's life! That burn the marshmallows of his plans and let them fall into the campfire! I HAVE FURY!"
He looked outside at the moon and stars, taunting him with their beauty and happiness. "MY FURY WILL BE KNOWN! SO MUCH FURY BUBBLES LIKE SODA THAT HAS SHAKEN TO EXPLODE! SO MUCH FURY!"
He sat down at his desk, panting heavily. "And soon," he said, picking up an overstuffed folder, "Fawful's fury will be known. Red and Green will know one day how the sour milk tastes! Fawful has finished making them a beautiful sandwich, and they will soon get their serving of mustard. The mustard of their DOOM, which Fawful will pour gleefully over their sad lives! They will know sadness! They will know loss! They will know…
FURY OF FAWFUL!"
So, yeah, that's the end of chapter 1! Hope you all enjoyed! Bear in mind this is my first fanfic, so sorry if it's not very good. See you all soon for chapter 2!