Fractured
Fairy Tales Starring Mario
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Super Mario
Brothers, any of the main characters, or the fairy tales I use in this
story. The Nintendo characters belong
to – well – Nintendo. The Fairy Tale
characters belong to all the fairies and elves and trolls that worked their
butts off to make those wonderful stories. I'm just a poor sap who has nothing but time on his hands. Anyway, enjoy!
Authors Note: This story will be
divided into a prologue, six chapters, and an epilogue; each chapter will be a
different fairy tale "starring" a different Mario character. It may take a while to complete the entire
story because I am also working on another Mario fanfic, "Amnesia", as well as
a Pok`emon horror fanfic, "Ready Or Not" (in case you're wondering, this is
a shameless promotion!). Please review
when finished reading… but constructive criticism only, please.
Prologue
A young mushroom boy sat on his bedroom floor
playing an exciting round of the original Super Mario Brothers (You see, the
Mushroom Kingdom isn't quite as technology-advanced as we, here on Earth,
are. They don't have Nintendo 64 yet –
how primitive). His eyes grew wider and
his breath got heavier with each passing moment.
"I'm almost to Bowser!" He
thought happily.
Mario had just swam his way into the final chamber and was waiting patiently for the hammer brother guard to get sick of just throwing hammers like an idiot and attack. After a while, the hammer brother began charging (well, it was more like a casual walk at the speed of a snail) at Mario. Mario jumped on its head, killing it, and leaped over the final pit of lava onto Bowser's runway.
"So Bowser, we meet at last," the mushroom boy
said in his best Mario voice.
"Why yes we do!" "Bowser" said, hammers
shooting from his forehead.
"Well, time to say goodbye!"
One of Bowser's hammers hit Mario in the
forehead. Mario's firepower drained out
of him. Luckily, whenever Mario lost
one of his special abilities he became invincible for a few glorious
seconds. He ran right through Bowser
and was about to jump on the key that would send Bowser to his lava grave.
Suddenly, the T.V. went dead. The flabbergasted boy spun around.
"MOM!" he shouted angrily.
A tall mushroom woman wearing a blue
housedress and an apron stood in the doorframe. She had her arms folded across her chest and she was holding the
boy's T.V. remote. Her eyes were
focused intensely on her son and she didn't look happy at all (you know the way
mom's look when they've been disobeyed).
"I told you twenty minutes ago to go to bed,"
she said sternly.
"But I couldn't sleep! I almost beat Mario!" the boy complained,
tears rolling down his cheeks.
The mother's facial features softened.
"Honey, you play too much of the
Nintendo. You're teacher called me
today and said you put 'Mario' for one of the answers on your history test."
"The question was 'Who saved Princess Peach
from Bowser 7,999,802 times'!" the boy sobbed.
"She also said she asked you during math what
one plus one is and you said Mario."
"Oh."
The mother lifted her crying child off the floor
and tucked him into bed.
"How 'bout," she said, scanning the large
bookshelf full of books that had never been touched (and possibly even looked
at). "I read you a bedtime story."
"What's a bedtime story?"
The woman sat in the rocking chair beside the
boy's bed and opened the brightly colored book. The title on the cover read Mario's
Fractured Fairy Tales.
"Long ago, before children had Nintendo _"
"Children didn't always have Nintendo?" The
boy interrupted, taken aback.
"Before children had Nintendo, their parents
used to read stories to help them go to sleep."
The boy yawned.
"Maybe I can go to sleep without your help,
ma," he said sheepishly.
"Nice try," his mom said coolly, flipping
through the pages for a story she could read.
"Rats!"
"Oh! Here's a good one!" she said happily. "This was a favorite of mine when I was a little girl."
The little boy rolled his eyes and decided to
indulge his mother.
"Once she's outta here I can just go back to
my game," he giggled silently.
The mother cleared her throat and began to
read.