Capsule 1: Dizzy Dizzy Panic
Mushroom City
Blue Toad shuddered, almost dropping some of the produce he had bought to bring back to the castle. Not that it would have mattered if they dropped, really. Everyone in this kingdom always ate things that had been on the ground for disturbing amounts of time.
Either way, he continued to shudder. He was in no way a fan of walking through deserted alleyways, especially at night time in foggy weather. What if a bandit suddenly appeared and stole all of the power-ups he was carrying? He wouldn't have anything to give to the Mario Brothers to help them save Princess Peach after her next kidnapping, and that'd make him feel guilty! The mushroom retainer quickened his pace. He knew this shortcut was a bad idea...
Every step he took gave his heart another ten thumps per second, and his breathing could probably be heard from over three worlds away... He really needed to steady his nerves before he had a panic attack and passed out.
The nervous mushroom began to hum a song that he had heard many years ago during a very surreal dream of his. It was a fun, bouncy little tune that made him feel as if he was inside a character select screen, or a room with a giant slot machine, or something.
Regardless of what it reminded him of, it helped him calm down. Now he would hopefully stop dropping all of his stuff, and- ...Oh? As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his feet lightly kicked something. Reaching down, he saw that it was... a bottle of pills?
"Huh, now who dropped pills here?" Blue Toad quietly muttered to himself as if it would help him find the answer.
The toadstool thought about it for a minute. After some consideration, he decided that it was probably his bottle of pills. Oh, how silly of him. They must have fallen out while he was shuddering. He was glad nobody saw that!
...But wait, he never bought any pills. How strange... After pondering about this for a few seconds, Blue Toad shrugged. He must've just forgotten he'd bought them. It wouldn't be the first time! He remembered the day that he had visited the Desert World and had found twenty frog suits left piled up inside his bag, completely forgotten. It made sense, though. Nobody, himself included, ever used them because of how precious they were. Or was that useless? The toad could never remember...
Putting the colorful bottle back into his bag, Blue Toad continued on his merry way. It wouldn't be long now until he was out of the back areas of Mushroom City, and he really couldn't wait to-
"Wahooo...!"
...What was that? Blue Toad looked around, but saw nothing in the misty darkness. After a few seconds of continued searching, he shrugged and kept walking. It was probably just his imagination.
"Yippie...!"
Okay, he certainly heard that. Blue Toad was close to dropping the shopping again, as well as anything that may have been in his lunch earlier. "H-h-hello?"
"Ohhh, niiice...!"
...He had to get out of here! Using his quick feet, he shot forwards with a burst of speed, not caring about any goods he lost along the way. He could buy some more groceries later, but he couldn't buy back his own life!
He ran as fast as his little feet could carry him. No matter how quickly he tried to run, though, it never stopped feeling like his feet were slowly wading through cement. Oh, if only the princess had sent Yellow Toad to do the shopping instead of him!
He continued to run until he realised that the area seemed to be getting darker. At first, the darkness confused him, though it didn't take long for him to realise why the shadows were growing around him.
"O-oh no..." he muttered. "End of the road!"
In front of him was an insurmountable dead end. Blue Toad's blood ran cold. This wasn't good for business!
He turned around to try and find another escape route. However, doing so proved to be pointless. The thing he had heard from before...
...it was here.
In absolute terror, Blue Toad dropped to his knees and cowered. "P-please, h-have mercy!" Doing this felt snively, sure, but he didn't want to game over! He was too young to use a continue!
Before he could wet himself any further, a gloved hand reached from the darkness, and... handed him his bottle of pills? Looking up, he realised that the shadowy figure looked like someone he knew! Heck, it almost looked like... "Oh, it's- it's you! Boy, am I glad to see ya! I thought I was toast! Haha! ...Er, say, what're you doing with those pi- gmphhh!?"
CHAPTER CLEAR
TRY NEXT
Speed: 31/10 (October)/2014
Virus Level: 795
The general surgeon warns: Going for a light jog is healthy, but it means less fic-reading time, so don't do it.
Next up: Pills
