MLBotS Side Story: The Prince and the Pauper

Chapter 1: The Prince

High above the Mushroom World lay a cloaked spaceship. It lingered above the world, invisible to all the inhabitants, but clearly visible to the captain and his crew, the crew of a thousand lumas, the cat and the ghost, all under the guiding lines of their electrifying, starry captain, Star Luigi. He stared with his starry eyes at the wide expanse of space around him. He then looked back at his crew. The lums seemed happy, and the purple cat, Moonlight, was enjoying himself. Though, "Where's Fire Mario?" Star asked. "Unkie Mar Mar say he busy now" a luma replied. "He in his room." And with that, Star Luigi tipped his hat, and with a swish of the light green, open coat, he walked down the hallway, his brown boots lightly thumping on the way through. When he arrived at the door, he could hear moaning inside. Fire Mario was groaning like a grizzly, and seemed to sob now and then, from what was heard behind the door. Quietly, Star Luigi opened the door, to be met with a surprizing sight.

Empty, white bottles littered the floor. Star Luigi picked one up out of curiosity, and found it to be Booquila, a drink meant for ghosts. Booquila usually burned living things insides, but it had alcoholic effects on ghosts, and it was clearly showing. Fire Mario moved another bottle from his lips and released it to the ground, he groaned again, oblivious to his younger brother inside the room. He groomed though his red hair with his light red, claw covering gloves and shifted his light blue eyes around the room, letting out a small hiccup. His ghostly fangs crunching back together, letting out a small burst of flame. He'd look just like Mario in different shades of red, if it weren't for what was below his dark red, overalled torso. Instead of two feet, praised and prided for the best stompers in the kingdom, was instead one long appendage that flicked back and forth, a ghostly tail. Fire Mario took another bottle of Booquila, but Star swiped it out of his hand. "What do you think you're doing?!" Star asked. "Agh! Don't shout, I've got a headache!" Fire Mario replied, clutching his hat and closing his red and blue eyes. Star huffed, "You wouldn't have a headache if you hadn't drank all of these," was his reply, holding the Booquila bottle. Fire Mario groaned, waving a hand. "Who caaaaares, I just wannaa *hic* drink my dead sorrows away…." Star let out a sigh. "You know that doesn't work, look at yourself, you're a wreak!"

Fire Mario picked up one of the empty bottles. He stared at it a minute, before replying, "I've been a wreak since I died, little bro… Look at me! What am I? Some, floating, talking fireball that happens to be the spirit of a dead hero?! I've lost everything, bro. Let me wallow away in my pity…." Star straitened up a bit. "You know that's not true. Yesterday, you were talking about being alpha sibling, what happened?" Fire Mario raised a claw to the T.V, it was on the news channel for the Mushroom Kingdom, with the normal Mario giving a speech of victory, Luigi standing behind. "I guess…I just want my life back," Fire Mario moaned. Star looked longingly at the news report as well. He sat beside his brother, and snuggled up with him, being immune to fire and all, straitened his blue sweatpants and green shirt and gave out a sigh. "Me too, I wish I had the opportunity to have my old life again, even for just one day of being the goofy sidekick behind his bro… But we both know those days ended with the universe," Star moaned, within unison of his brother. The two watched the news cast longingly, as they cuddled close to each other.