Author's Note: The First Amazing Chapter!!! Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mario. Darn.

MARIO BEGINS

Chapter 1: The Man

July 8th, 1998

"Just today, the leader of the M.C.F.P. (Mushroom Federation for Peace) was kidnapped by an unknown assailant. The leader was kidnapped in her own castle, at night. Despite extreme security measures, the assailant managed to get past all the Toad guards. It is confirmed by the Toads, rather shamefully, that they all got frightened by the assailant and ran away when approached. The police have launched a search, with no positive results so far. This is Sally Mason, signing off."

The television broadcasted its alarming news throughout the cheap apartment room. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the bed's covers were hanging on top of the wardrobe. A fat 30 year old man with a moustache stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a towel. He hummed an odd tune he had made up in the shower, and it would later be a theme song for the man, as he would be destined for a better fate than staying as a plumber. He walked over some old underwear, and went to the drawer to get dressed.

Just another day, the man thought.

He looked at an old faded photo of him in his favorite clothes, a red cap, red shirt, and blue overalls. He was next to a much thinner man who also had a moustache. This man had a green cap, a green shirt, and blue overalls.

Good old Luigi, the man thought with a sigh.

He put on his plumber clothes, consisting of a red shirt, and a white cap with white overalls. His cap bore a huge bolded M, his plumbing company sign. The sun's rays crept into the room, filtered by the shades that were pulled down. The man liked to keep things dark. The man opened the gray, cracked closet slowly, taking out an old plunger.

"Hello, Mr. Plunger!" exclaimed the man cheerfully to the plunger.

This habit of talking to inanimate objects was born from years of loneliness, and the man hadn't seen his brother for years. The man stepped out of the apartment and into a wonderful... industrial New York style city, with Toads scurrying everywhere, heads bent down. The sky was gray from pollution, and the apartment the man lived in was broken down and cheap. Around the apartment lay several old moldy nightclubs, out of business years ago.

The man hailed a taxi, and one taxi pulled up recklessly, nearly ramming an elderly Toad lady.

"Hey, bro, come and mushroom in!" called the driver, a Toad wearing very stylish clothes and plenty of gold jewelry.

The man stepped into the taxi, ready for a new dull day of exhausting work.