Perhaps a bit of an explanation on this one…I had an idea for an annoying little girl to tag around everywhere after Mario, because she aspires to be just like him when she grows older, and wants to be a hero. I wanted to make it into a comic and of course it never happened, so the next best thing I figured is to write it, so at least it's down on paper
Now I know what you're thinking. OC's are lame and Mary-Sue. Don't give us a lame Mary-Sue. While I think she's not Mary-Sue at all, you might think otherwise, who knows. I hope not. She doesn't seem like a typical one to me. XD
So while this story may focus a bit more on my characters journey, yes characters, it will still have PLENTY of all the characters you know and love, and ESPECIALLY the inclusion of Bowser and the koopalings.
So whether or not this gets any reviews is ok with me, since this is more for myself.
But if someone else likes this, that's fine with me too. XD
ON WITH THE STORY.
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She knew the minute she saw him, bounding around on that stage in the Glitz Pit that she wanted to be just like him. He was fast, powerful, kind, strong, and everything that anyone would ever hope to turn out to be. He looked as if he were flying around on the stage, punting the competition and succeeding in every single round. He never broke a sweat. Never stopped to catch his breath. He was unstoppable. Unbeatable.
His name was Gonzales.
Or at least…that was his stage name anyway. His real name was one that everyone knew, and that everyone mentioned. Mario.
Everywhere she turned, Mario was always spoken highly about. Mario saved the princess from the evil Bowser. Mario crossed over fifty lava fields to save a poor Toad. Mario punched out a hammer bro. in one hit. He was amazing.
She knew she wanted to be what everyone called him. A hero.
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"A.J., c'mon. We're gonna miss him!" Her voice shrieked over the warp pipe. A.J. hesitantly climbed out of it with much difficulty.
"Uh, no we're not. Mario hasn't even started yet. I'm sure you're gonna see plenty of- AGH!!" A.J. fell forward from the pipe flat on his face.
Mimi spun around frowning. Walking over to his crumpled body on the grass she leaned down.
"And what are we doing on the ground?" She asked, looking down her nose at him.
"Just admiring the view…" He snarled out, getting to his feet. A.J. collected his red baseball cap that had fallen off during his fall and slipped it back onto his head.
A.J. was a young male koopa, who had been friends with Mimi for years. She had been his only human friend. Strangely enough, humans were very sparse through these kingdoms. And where Mimi had even come from was a mystery at all, since she'd never told him, and he'd never really asked. It seemed awkward.
"Well you can stare at bugs later! Mario's more important. I never miss one of his shows. NEVER." She glared at him. "And if I miss it because of your dawdling…"
"Dawdling?" He raised a brow. "Since when do you use that word? And don't complain, it was your lazy ass that made us late. Not my problem."
"There you go with your profanity again. Stop taking out your aggressions on me. Just because Cindy rejected you asking her out, doesn't mean you hafta be so mean to me." Mimi scoffed, turning on her heel and leaving A.J. at the pipe.
"WHAT?! How did you even KNOW I asked her out? What the hell. Stalking me? Just like you stalk Mario?" He ran after her, churning up dust.
"I have my ways of knowing, A.J. I make stuff my business to know. And it's just as well she said no. She's a snooty koopa girl. She would've dragged you down, man." Mimi replied, scratching her cheek.
"Don't be so complacent! And don't think you can tell me who to go out with either! Just shut up." He glared at her and snatched off his cap, turning it backwards which was the usual way he preferred to wear it.
"Pft. Whatever, whatever." Mimi looked on ahead, latching her hands behind her head. Upon approaching the Glitz Pit ferry balloon she noticed the massive crowds storming the stage. The tickets had been sold completely out.
"Well this is just great." Her shoulders slumped forward. "I missed a chance for a ticket. There's no way we'll see Mario now." She heaved out a sigh, hoping to egg on the guilt she was shoving at A.J.
"Again, not caring." A.J. grumbled, obviously catching her drift.
"Oooh, you never care for my needs." She pouted, stomping her foot into the dust. Looking around her she noticed the large television screens playing out glimpses of Mario's show. He had already beaten out two groups of Dry Bones.
"Nice screens." A.J. commented, staring up at the large glass televisions.
"Too bad we're not actually THERE though." She mumbled. "I guess I may as well stop by the Professor's house while we're in upscale community."
"Please tell me you don't mean Professor E. Gadd." A.J. groaned out, still focused on the screens.
"Oh, I do. I promised I'd visit him anyways. He said he had a surprise for me."
"No. You know what creepy scientist guys MEAN when they say surprise? It means DANGER. Explosions. Bad…nasty…tentacle monsters attaching themselves to your face and sucking out your innards through your mouth."
"Uh, ew. Don't force your psychotic fetishes on me." Mimi about-faced choosing to ignore her slightly paranoid companion and headed off towards the housing districts of town.
"I don't have psychotic fetishes!" A.J. yelled after her, running to keep up. "I'm giving you a disturbing image to think about so you won't want to go and drag me with you."
"Well here's a disturbing thought for the day. Not being able to see the great Mario IN action kicking butt. OH WAIT." She dramatically stopped in the middle of the street and began to yell, "THAT REALLY HAPPENED!!"
A.J. looked around at the pedestrians who were walking, pulling faces at the strange girl. He smiled apologetically and yanked her out of the way by her shirt.
"Come on, don't yell in rich people town. You always draw so much attention to yourself." He grumbled, pulling her along.
"It's because I want people to know who I am. Like Mario. EVERYONE knows who he is. Babies who aren't even BORN yet know who he is." Mimi affirmed in a melodramatic way.
"That doesn't even make any sense, genius." A.J. remarked, flicking her in the temple. "Even though I am totally unaffected by your guilt trip I am being nice enough to escort you to your creepy Professor friend's house. "
"My legs work you know. You can release my shirt. Unless you think of me as a pet of some sort…" Mimi grinned. "That works too…"
A.J. scowled and shoved her away and the two continued up the path in silence. Finally reaching the Professor's house, Mimi grabbed the door knocker and smashed it against the wood door as hard as she could.
"Is that really necessary?" A.J. inquired, obviously used to her somewhat barbaric behaviors.
She gave him a blank look. "Yes. Yes it is."
The Professor finally answered, standing more than a foot shorter than the both of them, and wearing terribly thick glasses and a clean tidy lab coat.
"Little Mi?" The Professor rasped out.
"Uh….why…yes, you are quite small…" A.J. retorted.
"No no, you misunderstand me! I meant her, the little girl." The Professor explained shortly.
"Me? I'm not little. I'm taller than you." Mimi countered.
"Confound it, I meant you, you as in you girl. Yellow shirt, auburn hair, you."
"Easy there Professor. Don't spring a leak. I came by like I said I would anyway. What's this about a surprise you had for me, hm?" Mimi was so used to the Professor's rants she could easily slide back into conversation.
"Ehh? A surprise? Oh most certainly. Come, come, in, in, come in. Please." He gave a toothy grin and ushered them inside, A.J. being reluctant to step forward.
"Uh, so doc…what's this surprise exactly, huhn?" A.J. asked, staring at the strange instruments scattered around the musty room. "It doesn't have….tentacles, does it?"
"Tentacles? Goodness no. Not enough room for those!" A.J. stared at him in shock and the professor gave off a hearty laugh. "No, it's nothing of that sort. It's for young Mimi!"
"Whatcha got for me Prof-head huhn?" Mimi grinned childishly. "Is it a jetpack, or somethin' to make me look really cool?"
"Well no, not a jetpack per say, but these items could indeed make you pretty 'cool' as you kids today seem to put it." The Professor seemed to disappear behind his desk, throwing strange objects over his shoulder. "Blast, where did I put it?!"
"Need any help, prof-"
"AHA. HERE THEY ARE. Yes. My specially designed invention, with you in mind, Mimi." The Professor gave off another toothy grin and his eyes glittered with excitement behind his thick lenses. "Are you ready?" He set his newest inventions out on his desk in front of him for them to see.
"Uh…" A.J. was first to comment. "You made her clothes?"
"Wow…I haven't been this disappointed since I got a pair of socks for my birthday." Mimi replied in a sullen tone.
"Pahh, these are not just normal gloves and a hat! These are specially laced with powerful engineering and magic!"
"…Really? Because they look like normal gloves and a hat. Is that how you intended it, Professor?" Mimi inquired, picking one of the white gloves up to stare at it.
"Of course I did! Everything I do is intentional. I made these gloves and hat to replicated Mario's on PURPOSE."
At the mere mention of anything resembling her Hero, Mimi grinned widely.
"These gloves and hat however, are anything BUT ordinary or normal." The Professor continued, hopping up on his seat. "I designed them with you in mind Mimi. I recalled one day, of your aspiring dream you'd told me about, where you one day could be like the Mario Bros., swooping around saving people, yadda yadda yadda…" The Professor trailed off in a bored tone. "For a moment, it occurred to me, how strangely amazing it would be, if ANYONE, even a mere girl could do the things that the extraordinary Mario did."
"And…?" A.J. raised a brow skeptically.
"AND SO. I made these special clothes, which allow the strengths and skills of someone like Mario, to be able to be pulled off by the wearer of these items!" The Professor replied curtly.
"So these clothes will give me powers…just like Mario's?!" Mimi brightened, beaming from ear to ear.
"It's a theory. But. Erm. Yes. Hopefully. WHAT I MEAN IS. Of course, dear child. They should. Erm, will." A.J. glared at him cynically, but Mimi paid him no mind and instead grabbed for the pink cap, sliding it on her head, followed by the white gloves.
"…..Ok. They're on. I don't feel any different." Mimi huffed, obviously disappointed.
"Good Lord, child, what do you expect, FIREWORKS to go off?! They're clothes! You won't feel any different until you discover their powers and actually try them out! You kids today, thinking everything should just automatically roll over and work for you, well why don't you put some effort into it and WORK for something for a change-!!!!"
"Professor. I got it. It's cool. Uh. So. Tell me how they work then?" Mimi offered, pushing her cap out of her eyes.
"….Right. Well. Your gloves are designed to be able to lift heavy objects more than twice your size. They're built for strength, enforced by special metal enzymes laced in the fabric itself!
"Whoa, seriously?" Mimi gazed down into her gloved hands incrediously.
"Please…" A.J. scoffed, obviously not buying it.
"And your cap protects you from hazardous blazes, such as ices, fires, discharges. If tapped into correctly, you might even be able to achieve the power of flight…"
"I'LL BE ABLE TO FLY?!?!" Mimi screeched, causing the Professor to fly back in his seat.
"E-erm…it's a theory! I haven't actually tested out all the elements. One assumes it could work. I don't know. The possibilities are endless."
"Or they're just a couple of worthless powerless regular clothes." A.J. grabbed Mimi by her shirt again, yanking her out of the dim room.
"HEY!! Let go, c'mon!" She yelped, as he dragged her out of the house.
"Mims, you're wasting your time. This Professor guy's a whack job. He's just getting your hopes up. He should know better than to egg you on about this 'Mario fantasy' you have going on in your head."
"It's not a waste of time!" She gave him a fixed stare. "The Professor is brilliant, his stuff doesn't FAIL. If he said these clothes give you powers then they do."
"Yea, whatever." A.J. rolled his eyes, ambling away from her.
"And it's not a fantasy." She murmured out, staring into her gloves. "I'll show you it's not."