Invasion of the Doppelgangers
A/N: Okay, here's my first attempt at making a long and hopefully successful SSBB fanfic. An evil force (no, it's not Tabuu) has devised a plan to conquer the Brawl universe by cloning all of the Brawl Fighters and turning the clones bad, using them to fuel his army. Expect newcomers. A lot of newcomers. Lots and lots and lots and lots--I'll shut up now. Read the story.
Mirror, Mirror, in my Face
"No, that's too much. We don't need the entire DNA."
"How much do you need?"
"Increase the dosage! We need to do this as soon--"
"We don't need anymore."
"Sonic is still conscious! Should we--"
"That's good enough! Stop it!"
When you hear random voices in the back of your skull, it might show signs of you being a schizophrenic or suffering from a major hallucination. Unfortunately for Bowser, he was going through one of these hallucinations. Bowser remembered eating his dinner, going to sleep in his room and blacking out. He had done this for the past decade and now all of a sudden, he was having a bad hallucination--a nightmare even. He couldn't see anything clearly. The area around him was full of purplish waves and darkness. The voices he heard were garbled and distant. Imagine if you heard a voice echoing underwater; that's was Bowser was hearing. But that wasn't the main problem Bowser was facing.
He was paralyzed from the neck down. He could barely even twitch his fingers without hurting himself or tiring his whole body out.
(Surgery. I'm in a surgery, that's all. They're…experimenting on me and I can't move or say anything. That's all it is.) Thought Bowser.
Although Bowser had a massive headache that felt like his skull was about to crack right open. Maybe the surgeons were performing a lobotomy? No, that couldn't be it; Bowser wouldn't feel anything at all. Right now, he could feel any pain that was inflicted on his cranium.
"I think we're done here."
"Yesssss, we are done with thissss ssspecccimen."
An odd dark figure with a weird aura appeared behind Bowser, causing his head to hurt even more. Bowser groaned and tried to cover his ears when he heard rapid beeping from a distance, which was slowly getting louder.
"Shut the machine off. Shut it off!!"
Bowser's vision of purple and black turned to mushy yellow and green when he vomited all over himself. Bowser was lying on his back and couldn't move at all, so the vomit briefly shot up into the air and came back down on his face.
"Damnit, you're killing him! That's too much power!"
Bowser started vomiting again, even worse than before, suffocating and blinding himself when the vomit began to go into his nostrils and pierce his retinas. Someone or something kicked him in the shell and his whole body turned over. None of the doctors could find any sort of container for him to throw up in, so they just tipped his body sideways so he could vomit on the floor. Bowser got a horrible vision that these beings were exposing him to radiation for possible research. He whined and coughed twice after he was finished vomiting and a doctor tipped him back over so he was lying on his shell again.
"That'sss enough. We have enough now, ssso let'sss focusss on thesssse other fine sssubjectsss."
"Wait just one minute…I want to take a look at his heart."
Bowser could only watch in horror as a doctor took a scalpel and ran it across his chest…
Bowser was lying face down on the floor of the building he was in. He was completely knocked out and cold, having no memory of where he was at or where he was currently resting in. Bowser suddenly shook his head and jolted himself awake, breathing heavily as he stared down at the floor. He shut his eyes and grunted painfully and he jerked his neck left, cracking it.
"Ganondorf?" asked Bowser weakly.
Bowser looked left and right to see where his friend was, but there was no sign of Ganondorf anywhere. He groggily stood up and scratched the back of his head, moving his head around the area he was in, trying to figure out where he was. The floors were covered in dark brown tiles and the walls were all dark and depressing, mangled beyond recognition. The thick rocky columns weren't even supporting the building very well; if Bowser leaned on one too much, it'd probably fall over and crumble into nothing. At first, Bowser thought he had been dumped in the underground chambers of Castle Siege, but he was slowly beginning to doubt it.
There was this cold chill in the building that made Bowser feel…paranoid. For some odd reason, he thought that someone…or something was watching him through a secret portal. Perhaps someone drugged Bowser and dragged his unconscious body into this temple, watching his every action through a minuscule camera hidden throughout the area.
"Helloooo?!" shouted Bowser.
His own voice echoed back at him throughout the wide open space. Bowser still had no confidence that anyone else was inside the temple, so he started to walk forward to explore the place a little more thoroughly. Bowser massive feet pounded on the tiles with each step, cracking a couple of tiles at the same time. He jumped in the air and shouted when he saw his own reflection, but it turned out to just be a giant rectangular mirror.
"Oh…it's just me." said Bowser.
Bowser continued to walk forward and glance at the massive mirrors through the corner of his right eye. No matter how many times he glanced over at the mirrors, he still had this cold feeling in the back of his spine that something was watching him.
"Something's not right here…" he muttered to himself.
Bowser turned right and saw himself through the mirror again…or that's what he thought he saw. Bowser gasped and quickly walked backwards to the mirror again. Sure, he was looking at himself…but it wasn't exactly himself. The Bowser he was looking at had dark yellow hair and eyebrows and a thick blue shell on his back. His skin was olive green and the rings on the spikes of his shell were gold. Even the spikes themselves were brighter and completely white.
"Whoa--wait, what the hell?!" said Bowser…and his reflection.
Both of them raised an eyebrow so it still looked like Bowser was looking in a mirror. Then, at the same time, they both lowered their eyebrow. Bowser scratched his chin slowly, as did his "reflection."
"Huh…" muttered Bowser, walking away.
However, at the last second, Bowser jumped in front of the mirror just to see if his oddly colored reflection would do the same thing. It did, looking at Bowser with the same look on his face. Bowser grumbled and turned around, not knowing what he should do with his reflection. Then he snapped his fingers and got a perfect plan. Bowser turned around with his hand shoved far up his nostrils, moving it around and collecting his mucus with his claws. Of course, the reflection was doing the same thing and collected the exact amount of mucus that Bowser did. Bowser growled and flicked all of the mucus off his hands, watching it splatter on the tiles on the floor.
"Okay…"
Bowser lashed his claws at the floor four times, did the Cabbage Patch and Can-Can dance moves and ended the little maneuvers with his signature Whirling Fortress move while on the floor. When Bowser stuck his head out of his shell, he growled at the mirror loudly while making a devilish grin with his mouth open. Somehow, the reflection did every single move that Bowser did.
"Alright, y'know what?"
Bowser walked up to the mirror very closely and roared at his reflection incredibly loudly. The reflection was doing the same thing, but after four seconds, the reflection stopped and slowly backed away with a disgusting look on his face.
"HA! See, I knew there was something wrong with my reflection!"
"Did you ever consider doing something about that bad breath of yours Bowser?" asked his reflection, plugging his nose.
"Hey, it's not like your breath is minty fresh either! Ever hear of mouthwash?"
The reflection jumped through the "mirror" and walked right up to Bowser.
"Look, since you're not me and I'm not you, you must be someone else…wait, does that make sense?" asked Bowser.
"That's right. My name is Dopel1875, but everyone at work calls me Rick. I was cloned from your DNA and brought to life by the means of dark magic and powerful science experimenting. I hope you don't mind, but some of your organs were harvested and replaced."
"…Oh my God, you cut out my heart!"
Bowser looked down at his chest to see a large sewn up scar that was a couple of inches long. Someone cut open his chest and took out his heart, replacing it with a pacemaker.
"Why would you do this--?"
Bowser stopped talking when he saw his clone wield a large Dark Cannon weapon that was aimed right in his direction. Whoever this clone was, he wasn't friendly.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"My leader already has enough of your DNA to make a whole arsenal of Bowser clones like me. He doesn't need you personal body anymore. But he would like to store a trophy of you inside of his treasury. And since I can't buy a novelty item at a souvenir shop…I'm gonna have to make the real thing!"
Bowser could only watch as his clone fired a dark arrow in his direction, ready to turn him into a trophy. He was going to have to react fast or else he would spend the rest of his life as a metal statue.
