Wandering Souls of Darkness
Author's Note: This fic is just an odd idea that popped into my head recently. No flames please.
Chapter 1
They Meet
Our tale begins somewhere on one of the many dark islands in the Dark Realm (aka the final world in Super Paper Mario) and falls upon a familiar Beanish little man we know as Fawful. He was wandering around the outskirts of one of the towns that dotted the Dark Realm (imagine them looking like the city in The World That Never Was from the Kingdom Hearts franchise). He trudged about the town's outskirts, his glasses broken, his clothes in tatters and his skin covered in bumps, bruises, and scrapes. He paid no attention to the curious stares from the town's residing Magiblots and Darklings, but on occasion, he'd flash his trademark oversized grin. The Beanish man found himself wandering to a cliff at the edge of the dark island he was on. Fawful stopped for a second as he caught a glimpse of a small glimmer of white light emanating from close to the edge of the cliff. Fawful could not tell what it was.
"Fawful shall investigate," the Beanish man said as he reached into his cloak and gripped the handle of his laser gun just to be safe, as Midbus was not with him right now. He slowly approached the dim glow, his gun at the ready. Once Fawful was close enough, he adjusted his cracked glasses to get a better look at what projected the dim glow. It appeared to be a young girl lying on the ground. She was no taller than he was. She had long blonde hair with a pair of antennas and a multitude of ivory butterfly wings protruding from her head and two pairs of large blue butterfly wings protruding from her back. Her skin was a light peach color and she was dressed in black just as Fawful was. Fawful approached the girl, pulled out his laser gun and prodded her face with its barrel. After getting prodded a couple of times, the girl awoke, her brown eyes instantly met with the bespectacled eyes of Fawful. The girl remained silent.
Fawful flashed his trademark grin and said, "Fawful is curious. What is it that has brought you to this world that which is ghastly as a pepper?" (I'm not the best at writing lines for Fawful, but I will try my best) The butterfly-headed girl was silent for a second or two, but then she spoke.
"I once served Ouroboros, the God of Destruction, as a powerful warrior of darkness, but after I was felled by four mortals, he stripped me of my powers and cast me away like I was nothing but a mere worm. And now I can only assume that I am to remain in this realm for eternity," the girl answered as she sat up and drew her knees to her chin. In response to this, Fawful no longer flashed his oversized grin and a different expression spread across his face, an expression of pity. Fawful placed his hand on the girl's shoulder and spoke.
"I have sympathy," he simply said. The girl looked up at Fawful with a curious expression on her face. Fawful continued to speak.
"Fawful, too, has tasted the sour milk of failure and bitter defeat. Fawful once had great darkness. So very darkness. I had awakened the source of ultimate darkness, the Dark Star. Fawful wished to use the Dark Star to birth a world in which no baby's candy has safety. But alas the great Fawful was felled by moustaches of Red and Green, I faced the punishments of hammers and jumps on my head," the Beanish man explained to the girl. The fairy-like girl raised a thin eyebrow in response to Fawful's odd speech pattern, finding it quite odd, but was at least able to make sense of the important bits.
"So your name is Fawful?" the girl asked.
"A correct guesser is you. Now I have curiosity, what is the name that which you are called, girl of wings?" Fawful asked.
"Airy, my name is Airy," the girl answered as she stood up, "Your clothes are damaged. They're damaged. I shall fix them. Though I was stripped of my dark powers, I still possess some healing magic." Airy then conjured a small orb of light in her hand, she then sent the orb bursting into multiple tiny orbs which flew into any and all damaged spots on Fawful or his clothing, his glasses included. Fawful examined himself, he had been healed and his clothes were restored. Fawful flashed his trademark grin again.
"I have chortles!" he said excitedly. "Now Fawful must return the favor. Consider this next action the sweetness of the chocolate that is my kindness," he said while taking note of Airy's small wounds. He pointed his laser gun at the fairy girl, who was quick to shield her face with her arms believing Fawful intended to cause her harm. Fawful turned the dial on the gun and fired a green energy beam at her, enveloping her in a brief green glow which healed her wounds. Once the glow faded, Airy examined herself, she was unharmed. She then faced Fawful.
"Thank you," she said.
"Fawful's pleasure. Fawful can only assume you do not have a place that which you call home?" the odd little man asked.
"No, I only just arrived here," Airy simply answered. Fawful scratched his beanlike head in thought, after a few seconds he spoke whilst once again flashing his trademark grin.
"I have an idea that is of greatness which shines like the raging sun! The girl of wings that is you can stay with Fawful as a roommate," Fawful suggested. Airy scratched her chin in thought. Her circumstance were that she had nowhere to go, she was left without any of her dark powers and all she had was her healing magic, she had no idea as to what to expect from this unknown world or whether or not the other residents would show her as much kindness that Fawful was showing her, and to top it off, she was left crushed that her own master tossed her aside like a used napkin. For her it was a nice change to see someone showing her kindness after all she had been through.
"I shall take you up on your offer, Fawful," Airy said. Fawful flashed his grin.
"I have such chortles!" he responded. He then took Airy by her black-gloved hand and led her into the dark bluish town.
Author's Note: if you have any tips for writing dialogue for Fawful, please leave some in the comments, cause the way I have him speak is probably suckish to some of you.
