Author's Note: I do not own Nintendo, or any of its characters. The following story is based on Mario Party 8.
Mario Party: Underground
Chapter 1
Far, far away, hidden from our sight, is a small world. Its wonderful landscape stretches on and on; from the beautiful plains, to the smooth, sandy deserts. In the center of this awe inspiring world is a large castle. Its brightly colored panels can be seen for miles. On the front of the castle is a large portrait of a blonde woman wearing a pink dress and a yellow tiara. This world is known as Mushroom Kingdom.
Beep-beep-beep… Beep-beep-beep… Beep-beep-beep… The alarm clock shut off. At that time, a man sat up in his bed, his eyes half closed with large bags beneath them. He reached over to his nightstand, to turn on the morning radio.
"Good morning, residents of Mushroom Kingdom! Today we are expecting a nice sunny day that is free of clouds with high's around the eighties. Not only is the weather perfect, but today is the grand opening of the Star Carnival! So get down there early to beat the crowd. Who knows what great attractions they will have?"
The man scrambled out from underneath his covers and put on his blue over-alls. After grabbing a mushroom for breakfast and smearing gel on his 'stache, he scampered towards the front door. Just then he stopped in his tracks. "I almost forgot my cap! How stupid of me!" he laughed. He grabbed his hat and headed out the door. Just as he took a step outside, he heard a crinkle down by his feet. He knelt down and picked up a small, faded scrap of paper.
Meet me behind the Star Battle Arena
at the Star Carnival as soon as possible!
There is something important I need to
tell you.
-Luigi
I wonder what he's up to, Mario thought to himself. "There's no time to lose." Mario stuffed the scrap of paper into his back pocket, and he took off, running as fast as he could down the street. As he scampered off, however, he didn't notice that two tiny black eyes from across the road, were watching him.
"Hmmmm," grumbled the mysterious onlooker.
"Where is that little asshole headed off to?" grumbled another voice.
"I don't know, but I sure as hell want to find out. Let's go."
At that time two figures, one short and fat and another tall and skinny, emerged from an alley, and they began to quietly follow our mustached friend.
To Be Continued…
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