UN:
I walked into the throne room, having been called to a meeting of the koopalings. The room was circular, and much like the rest of the castle, had walls of gray stone. Torches aligned the room, with banners all around it. All around the room were nine thrones, one for each member of the Royal Family. They were on an elevated platform circling the room, and separated from the original floor level with lava.
I scratched my head and sat down on the throne next to Bowser. Me and Bowser Jr. sat on either side of Bowser, and the rest were organized from youngest to oldest. I sat back, waiting for the rest of his siblings. The next to arrive was Roy.
"Hey, Ludwig!" Roy said cheerfully. "Why weren't you outside for field day?"
"We had a field day?" I was confused.
"Yeah, Kamek said it was a mandatory field day for all koopalings/high-level castle residents. You didn't hear?"
"I guess Kamek didn't tell me. My arm's broken, so..."
"Oh, yeah," Roy facepalmed. Me and the rest of the koopalings had recently been the annual National Karting Tournament, and I had gotten second place to Pink Gold Peach (yes, I know. Who the hell would ever think of that?) but had gotten into an accident where I broke my arm.
"So, what's the meeting about, do you know?"
"I can't say," Roy said, thinking. Just then, Wendy strutted in with Lemmy, both dancing.
"We totally crushed you in Eggball," Wendy shouted to Roy. "Remember when I just started making out with Julian?"
"Yeah, it made him feel so awkward," Lemmy responded, and the two laughed.
I roll my eyes. "It's just a game. You don't have to rub it in his face."
"It was 63-0," Lemmy said.
"...Well, I guess you could keep rubbing it in his face."
"Awesome!" jeered both simultaneously, doing a hip bump. At that point, all the other koopalings came in and sat on their thrones. Each had their side conversations until Kamek entered the room. "All rise for His Trashiness, King Bowser Koopa."
How many times is Kamek going to keep switching Bowser's royal name? Ludwig thought to himself as he stood up. Am I really supposed to stand up to "His Trashiness?"
Bowser entered and sat on his throne. "You may sit now," he said, and all the koopalings sat in their thrones as commanded. I brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"So, what's this meeting even about, anyways?" Roy asked.
"No way!" Larry gasped, as if he had already heard the news. "We're going do a tennis tournament? I'm SO gonna beat all you turds! And, hopefully, Mario..." He sighed.
"No, we're not doing another tennis tournament," Bowser consoled.
"Yeah, Wendy! Get with the program!" Larry looked straight at Wendy, who shrugged.
"I'm not the one who threw a whole party when Bowser left," she scolded.
"That was, what, 5 years ago?" Larry defended. When he was 7, he had thrown a giant party, provoking Iggy to go insane for at least 2 weeks. So we were all angry at him for getting us all in trouble. That WAS 5 years ago. I'm 19 now, almost turning 20. I'm almost old enough to drink (in the kingdom, the age is 20.) but I've already had a few. Larry and Wendy continued to argue, and I sat back and watched them.
"ENOUGH!" Bowser yelled. Everybody stopped. "I might as well not give this reward to you if you bicker so much, but since I'm generous-" Larry rolled his eyes sarcastically- "I will still give it to you. Since you've been so good with my recent invasions, I'll let you go to Koopa Isle for vacation before you fight in the Universal Smash Tournament."
The entire room buzzed with excitement. "We're going to Koopa Isle!" "We're going to be in Smash!" "Has anybody seen my nail polish?"
Bowser tapped his nail to regain attention. "You will stay there for about 2 weeks. The airship will come back to pick you up, you'll know when it comes. Questions?"
Larry raised his hand. "Are there any tennis courts?"
Bowser was hesitant. "Well...yes, there is one..."
"Awesome!" Larry jumped up and ran out of the room. "I am so packing right now!"
"We're not leaving until tomorrow," Bowser called back, but he was not successful.
Wendy raised her hand. "Approximately how big is the house, and is there an attic that I can hide in?"
"There are 4 floors, with about 5 rooms on each floor. There'll be enough rooms for each of you, so you can be on your own," Bowser explained. "And the attic's not permitted for use."
"Where's the most obscure room?" Wendy asked.
"In the basement."
"How big is it?"
"About as big as your room."
"How far is it from anybody else's bedroom?"
"It's the only bedroom on that floor."
"YES!" Wendy exhaled a sigh of relief, and also left the room. "See you all never, suckers!"
"There's still the road trip!" Lemmy called back.
"I don't care!" a voice responded.
Everybody in the room looked at each other. "Any other questions?" Bowser asked.
"Can I stay here?" Bowser Jr. asked.
"I would let you, but I have business here all next week."
"Am I the only normal one here?" I brought up.
"Yes you are, if you can be considered normal," Bowser responded. "Meeting adjourned."
I sighed in relief, went to my room, and began packing. Pulling my travel bag out of my closet, I filled it with hair products, instruments, a portable keyboard, my laptop, and bathroom supplies. As I packed the last shampoo bottle, Karma, my wife, walked into my room.
"Where are you guys going?" she asked. "I saw everybody coming from a meeting, and Larry left his door open, letting me see what kind of stuff he was packing."
"We're going on vacation tomorrow to Koopa Isle. We have a giant mansion there. I haven't been there since I was 6, though," I explained. "You want to come?"
"Mansions? Oceans? Sounds like my kind of trip. I'll start packing right now-"
"No need. I'll do it right now," I winked, pulling out her travel bag and packing her things.
"Ludwig, you sexy little genius," she smiled, kissing me on the cheek and leaving.
I packed up her belongings, then sat on my bed. What do I do now? I thought. I'm leaving tomorrow, but have nothing else to do today. I took a walk down the castle halls, finding myself at the courtyard. Larry and Lemmy were in the pool, swimming, while Iggy watched (well, purposefully losing in New Super Mario Bros, if that counts).
"Why are you all swimming? You're only going to be there in about a day."
"Because it's fun!" Lemmy said, doing a handstand.
"And we decided to practice our swimming skills," Larry added.
We all looked at Iggy, who had just gotten himself a game over by bumping into Iggy's chain chomp. "...What?" he ridiculed, before switching to Mario Kart.
"Whatever. I'll be doing something unimportant if you guys need me." I turned around and walked over to the east wing.
I decided to go to the library and read a few books before dinner. Walking down the hall, I saw Roy at one end of the hall and Morton at the other. What are they doing?
"En garde!" Roy shouted, and both came charging towards each other. I was caught in the middle and trampled by both.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" I shouted after getting up (barely).
"We're makeshift jousting!" Morton said excitedly.
"For one thing, 'en garde' is fencing, not jousting. Also, there are people who walk these halls, like me, and you are disrupting their safety!"
"Sorry, but we can't find anywhere else," Roy explained. "Plus, the arena down at the city is already having a fireball match, so we can't just walk in there like we usually do."
"Yeah, but you can't just do whatever the heck you want around the castle!" I walked down the stairs to the library. "Go play some video games or something."
"I knew we should've done it outside," I heard Morton say.
"I'm not the one who was afraid of the bees," Roy responded.
I came up to the library tower, where Wendy was reading her celebrity gossip magazine. I grab some paper and a pen and sit down at her table. I begin writing a new symphony for Dad. So far his favorite is "The Ultimate Koopa," which I wrote several years ago for his invasion of Mushroom Castle. I keep writing new ones, but he just scraps them after one try. I try to keep it modern, but I guess he likes the old-fashioned pipe organ ones.
"Another symphony?" Wendy rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Can't you tell that Bowser likes 'The Ultimate Koopa' best?"
"Yes, I can, and I'm trying to get him out of it," I sighed. "We're all tired of that song."
Wendy rolled her eyes and continued to look at her magazine. "What is this new thing with Rosalina? Look, lady. I know you're a space goddess and all, but you don't have to shove it down our throats!" she complained, and turned the page.
I shrugged and continued writing. Time passed, Wendy left, and I finally finished after writing 5 pages. By that time, I was too tired to go to dinner, so I went straight to bed. As I lay staring at the ceiling fan, I thought about the future trip, and what could possibly happen.
FoxWolf64: Well. This is my first full-scale fanfic. I've written stories before, but never one with multiple chapters. So, all I have to say is...
"Haters keep hatin', trolls keep hissin'. In their mouths I'll be a-pissin'."
-PBG
Resetti: Whoa, whoa, WHOA. You just swore AND referenced copyright? Boy, are you gonna have a hell of a time with the mods...
FoxWolf64: NO! Not the mods! NOOOOOOOOOO!
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