Nintendo World: Mario's Mystery
by mr-mcd2k3
Disclaimer (for all chapters): All of the characters in this story belong to Nintendo of America Inc. unless stated otherwise. Thanks and enjoy!
PROLOGUE
"Luigi, could you pass the butter?"
Mario's younger brother handed the fancy tray to Mario.
It was really nice of Peach to go through all this trouble, Mario thought. The food, the atmosphere, the guests... everything was perfect. The princess had never thrown a dinner party before, but despite her previous apprehension she had definitely pulled through.
"Peach, this is all wonderful." Mario leaned over and kissed Peach on the cheek.
Peach blushed. "I'm glad you like it, sweet heart."
Guests upon guests filled the castle. It was surprising that accommodations could be made for all of them. But, as Mario knew, a woman as perfect as Peach could pull anything off.
All of a sudden a boom and a terrifying scream rang out through the long corridors of the castle.
Peach leaped up. "What was that!"
Mario and his brother followed Peach as she rushed down the hallway.
Peach gasped as she approached Toad, her faithful servant and friend for years, who lay on the ground, dead. Peach lightly touched the bloody wound on his head; a deep red stained her glove. Peach lay her head on her mushroom-headed friend's chest and wept.
Footsteps. Luigi's ears perked up. A figure clad in a black cloak disappeared at the end of the corridor. He sprinted as fast as he could.
"STOP!" he shouted.
He reached a dead end. Nothing. No one.
But where...but how... he thought.
Mario rubbed Peach's back; she couldn't contain the tears.
"Oh Mario," she bawled, "who could have done such a thing?"
"I don't know, Peach. I just don't know. But whoever did... we're gonna find him." The Italian man stood up. "We will."
by mr-mcd2k3
Disclaimer (for all chapters): All of the characters in this story belong to Nintendo of America Inc. unless stated otherwise. Thanks and enjoy!
PROLOGUE
"Luigi, could you pass the butter?"
Mario's younger brother handed the fancy tray to Mario.
It was really nice of Peach to go through all this trouble, Mario thought. The food, the atmosphere, the guests... everything was perfect. The princess had never thrown a dinner party before, but despite her previous apprehension she had definitely pulled through.
"Peach, this is all wonderful." Mario leaned over and kissed Peach on the cheek.
Peach blushed. "I'm glad you like it, sweet heart."
Guests upon guests filled the castle. It was surprising that accommodations could be made for all of them. But, as Mario knew, a woman as perfect as Peach could pull anything off.
All of a sudden a boom and a terrifying scream rang out through the long corridors of the castle.
Peach leaped up. "What was that!"
Mario and his brother followed Peach as she rushed down the hallway.
Peach gasped as she approached Toad, her faithful servant and friend for years, who lay on the ground, dead. Peach lightly touched the bloody wound on his head; a deep red stained her glove. Peach lay her head on her mushroom-headed friend's chest and wept.
Footsteps. Luigi's ears perked up. A figure clad in a black cloak disappeared at the end of the corridor. He sprinted as fast as he could.
"STOP!" he shouted.
He reached a dead end. Nothing. No one.
But where...but how... he thought.
Mario rubbed Peach's back; she couldn't contain the tears.
"Oh Mario," she bawled, "who could have done such a thing?"
"I don't know, Peach. I just don't know. But whoever did... we're gonna find him." The Italian man stood up. "We will."