Author's note:
This is my first fanfiction!
Based in a world where all Toads' mushrooms are actually hats, as seen in an old episode of the Mario Bros TV show
I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, OBJECTS, SETTINGS OR LORE
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Toad awoke. It had been a long day beforehand and Toad fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
But, instead of getting up, Toad decided to lay in bed and think about life. After all, it was a Sunday, so no need to wake up at dawn just to find a shiny star with the gang.
First, Toad began to think about his pillow. After using it for around nine years he felt it was time to change it, and he had good reason to! It was as hard as rock. He imagined the best pillow in his mind. From that, his thoughts went wild…
When is the next Brigade expedition? When is my birthday? Can I even afford a new pillow? These were questions racing through Toad's mind. He could definitely afford a new pillow, but what about a birthday present for his twin Toadette? Sure it was a while away, but no harm in wondering.
Toad slowly arose from his bed, neatening the two blond strands of wispy hair he had acquired over his life. Neither he or Toadette had ever had a haircut, for the hair under their hats was always so little. This was due to a genetic condition passed down by their parents. Many toads had locks of hair under their oversized hats, but not Toad or Toadette. Not that that mattered, of course. Toad had always been rather proud of it. His sister, however, not so much.
As the little being toddled over to his bathroom, stripping his clothes, he questioned how fun his life actually was and if he had any hobbies. Sure, he treasure tracked, but that was kind of his job. He did swim, but that was only for fitness. He did help out at the castle, but that was because he had no hobbies of his own. No hobbies. No hobbies at all. The thoughts smashed his mind open to thoughts about hobbies.
Whilst washing his miniscule body (and humming his favourite song), Toad pondered on his life extensively. He had friends. He had a career. He had a home of his own. He didn't have a hobby. That was it.
Toad always enjoyed power stars… why not real stars? When his grandfather died Toad acquired his old telescope. Why not put it to use? Stargazing sounded enjoyable. Toad exited the shower and began drying. He then put on his white nappy sort of thing, some brown socks and brown shoes. Why did he wear socks? No one could see them anyway. Distracting himself from that thought he put on his blue jacket and his iconic red mushroom hat.
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That night, Toad set up his grandfather's telescope. It was pretty dusty but he cleaned most of it off before leaving for Moo Moo Meadows. During the winter the cows go inside, leaving a big, green area. There was little light pollution so Toad could see the stars brilliantly.
The air was crisp and the sky pitch black. Brilliant specs of white were visible without a telescope, but Toad was enthusiastic about his new stargazing hobby. The more he fumbled with the lenses the less joyous he was about getting it to work.
Eventually Toad tired and slumped down on some lush grass. Thankfully it wasn't mud or cow manure. Gazing up into the sky he saw many stars and the glowing moon, which reminded him of the time he found himself in Luigi's mansion - which turned out to be a spooky ghost house trap intended to capture Mario. Shuddering from the thought, Toad looked elsewhere in the night sky and saw a star moving through the sky. Or was it a comet? Or was it his mind playing tricks on him? After all he was a bit tired.
Toad yawned and stretched his arms out, embracing the cold air. He thought he saw the comet move in the direction it was moving, but it got bigger. Like it was coming closer.
"I sh-should have brou-ought a c-c-c-coat," Toad muttered to himself. Witnessing the star enlarge itself at alarming speed.
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There was no doubt it was getting closer. Toad intensified his gaze. And it definitely was heading for him, or at least around him.
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Five seconds later, Toad began to worry. More accurately, Toad began to scream.
"Oh my golden power star," Toad yelled, "WHAT THE QUESTION BLOCK IS THAT?!"
Fearing for his life, Toad began to shake like crazy. The comet shone so bright it forced him to cover his eyes.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Toad bellowed.
Then it hit, Toad and his grandfather's telescope got blasted away, there was a loud crashing sound, and then silence.