I've recently taken intrest in the Smash franchise (earlier this year) and wanted to make a light-hearted fic surrounding it. Nothing too complicated; this will be a simple slice of life story with lots of character banter. Also, there will be an OC in the story, however, she isn't going to be in every single chapter, since this story is not based around her. With that in mind, you can leave a review suggesting what character interactions you'd like me to write up. I will consider, but won't always deliver. I am not familiar with every single smash character either, so please baer with me if I make any errors - or better yet, correct me.
Anyhow, onwards with the fic!
"A fan, you say?"
Luigi bobbed his head in a series of nods, folding his arms behind his back.
"Yeah, it'd-a mean a lot if she could meet you." He urged, swaying back and forth on the tips of his shoes.
Simon reattached his whip to his belt, his eyes trailing off in a moment of thought. It was not necessarily a surprise to the vampire hunter that he had a fan, it was just that Luigi knew her personally, which would of course mean she was from an entirely different universe.
Had he become universally famous? Or…was that just wishful thinking?
Richter was nudging into the conversation, a hand resting on Simon's shoulder as his face poked out from behind him, "Strange, isn't it?"
"Strange that she lives in a different universe, yet knows of my legacy?" Simon questioned with an arched brow.
"No," Richter countered, "Strange you have a fan at all." He snickered, elbowing his ancestor teasingly.
Simon gruffly sighed and gave a half-hearted chuckle, "You've always been the jester of the family, Richter."
Luigi raised a hand to his chin, "Isn't it a bit more strange that you-a both know each other, despite being born over-a one hundred years apart?"
The two Belmonts exchanged glances.
"Master Hand revived me in all my mid-forties' glory, Luigi. That is why I appear before you, and in such good shape." Simon clarified.
Richter tutted, "Brought you back with that ego, too."
"Quiet, boy. Your petty insults are giving me a terrible headache. Anyway, where's this fan of mine? Is she here in the mansion?"
"She's-a coming to visit for a while. She said she received a call from-a Master Hand with no-a context whatsoever." Luigi explained, with a look of concern.
"Very well, tell me when she gets here, won't you." Simon replied, excusing himself from the group.
Richter crossed his arms, "You sure she didn't mention me?" He inquired sternly.
Luigi chuckled nervously, stretching both of his dungaree straps with the tips of his thumbs, "Heh, u-uh, no…I-a don't recall. Sorry."
He responded by shrugging indifferently, despite being mildly bothered, and also excused himself.
Luigi was left mumbling to himself over the Belmonts' attitudes.
Kirby and Pichu were chasing each other around pointlessly, yet with a powerful ambition - to be chased, or to be caught?
That was the question.
Pichu was gaining ground, rapidly catching up to the little pink puffball. Kirby's breathing increased as he forced himself to move faster, his red shoes almost turning into a frantic blur. The baby pokemon took a leap of faith to cover the gap between them and potentially catch his pray, but to his dismay, Kirby side-stepped to the left and resulted in Pichu sliding face first into the carpet. Luckily, the soft fluff of the floor provided no harm, however, Pichu still felt his face heating up in a flustered rage. He picked himself up immediately, his checks beginning to look like that of Pikachu's with how they reddened up in rightful embarrassment.
Jigglypuff pointed her stub of a hand in Pichu's direction, cruelly cackling over his humiliating failure.
"PICHU!" He snapped, snarling at her, "PICHU PI! PICHU!"
"Jiggly…puff." She scoffed, sticking her tongue out.
The pre-evolved pokemon was about to storm up to her and give her a piece of his mind, but stopped in his tracks as Kirby pulled him back pleadingly, "Poyo poyo!" He advised, shaking his head.
"Pichu pi!" He shot back, pointing a shaking finger at the light pink pokemon.
"Poyo! Poyo poyo…" Kirby further said, making a few gestures to emphasise his point.
Pichu held his stare on his round friend, before exhaling in submission, "Pichu…" He agreed, retuning to his playful expression, "Pichu! Pi pi!" He declared joyfully, taking off in a mad dash.
Kirby puffed out his checks proudly and began to pursue his pokemon friend, until Jigglypuff jumped out in front of him.
Kirby's heels skidded across the carpet as he stopped just before making impact with the blue-eyed fairy type. He gave her a look of worry, a tilted frown forming on his face - an awkward looking frown.
"...poyo?"
Jigglypuff made a move on him, her face leaning in near his, "Jigglypuff! Jiggly…" She winked, her lips eagerly approached his.
Kirby stumbled back instantly, sprinting away from her as fast as humanly possible.
"Ji?"
She had leaned forward to the point of losing balance and landing on the carpet in a similar manner to Pichu, her smooched up lips squashing up under the pressure of the floor.
This time, Pichu broke out in a fit of laughter, spitefully pointing at her.
Jigglypuff pushed herself back up, glaring hatefully at the hysterical Pichu, "JIGGLY!" She spat, stomping out of the room.
Marth and Peach watched from the sidelines, with Peach shaking her head in dismay, "Those two…always fighting about something…" She lightly muttered, a flash of disappointment crossed her face.
A small sigh escaped the blue-haired swordsman's lips, "Kids will be kids, I suppose. However, I cannot say I've ever seen more of a misfit in all my days…" He responded, glancing at the door Jigglypuff exited through.
"Little Jiggly can be an angle when she wants to be…" Peach spoke, her voice slightly raising, "…only when she wants to be." She added distastefully, however, the sweetness of her voice stayed ripe. It was sometimes difficult to tell if Peach was sincerely upset or not, especially to someone like Marth.
He blinked, "So, I suppose it bothers you, Princess?" He asked, unsure.
"Yes, I suppose it does…it's no easy task to keep the children orderly entertained, unlike what just occurred." She told him, "Myself, Daisy and Rosalina - we all have different approaches. Though, I can never tell if we're helping at all."
"I'm sure you are." Marth said after a brief pause, "You're all wonderful with the children." He smiled.
"Thank you, Marth." Peach thanked him blandly.
"Uh, sorry…I did not mean for it to sound like a bare statement - I truly keep to my word." He reassured her, his clenched hand fixed up to his chest, "Please, never doubt yourself. What good is it doing?"
His question earned a curious glance from her.
"Children will always misbehave. It's as though it be a prophecy engraved in ancient stone: 'For every being at their youth will commence their mischievous endeavours at the cost of those around them.'" He perked up, trying for a joke.
Peach weakly giggled, "I see…what an unfortunate prophecy indeed."
Marth relaxed again, slumping back, "Over time, we will learn to accept it."
"My, you sound so serious Marth." Peach noticed suddenly.
"Hm?"
Peach straightened her spine, fixing out her figure as she looked down at the seated swordsman, "You have such a formal tongue. I don't know why I didn't bring it up sooner."
"Force of habit, I suspect." He suggested, "I've been raised to speak using a more sophisticated range of vocabulary, though, it occurs to me every so often that I wish otherwise…" He looked down a bit, but Peach could still see the side of his face; his eyelids were drooping.
"Why is that?" Peach asked.
Marth rubbed his arm sheepishly, "Well…sometimes…I feel as though I don't fit in with the majority." He admitted.
Overhearing him, King K Rool butted in with that crooked voice of his, "Hate to break it to ya blue boy, but your 'kind' appear to be making up the majority around here!"
"Hush, Rool!" Peach scolded, then reverted her attention back to Marth, "Don't worry about that, we are all lucky to have you here."
"I appreciate your effort, Princess, but my mind is set." He announced, standing up, "I want to learn how to fit in."
"...fit in?" Peach questioned with a raised eyebrow, "Marth, you are perfect the way you are!"
"Thanks again…but-"
He failed to finish the sentence as the chime of the doorbell echoed throughout the mansion. It was Marth's call, considering he was the closest to the door.
"I will answer it." He said, making his way over.
The blue haired warrior was expecting a persistent assist trophy to be kneeling at the doorstep with their hands clasped together desperately, begging to be allowed inside. In other words, he was expecting to be met with the lanky, try-hard Waluigi.
However, that was not the case.
Marth opened the door and his eyebrows raised in surprise, "Oh, greetings, what brings you here young one?"
There was a girl standing on the opposite side of the doorway with a multi-coloured brochure in her hand, looking quite lost. On the top left corner of the brochure, there was a printed symbol, bold and black - the smash logo. She looked up at the man with a hint of confusion in her eyes, "Uh, yeah, so I got this from the owner of this place saying I won a six month vacation here…seems stupid sayin' it out loud, but that's what happened." She explained vaguely, not making too much of an effort.
Marth tilted his head, "Um, I don't suppose you are referring to Master Hand?"
"Oh, yeah - him! He told me on the phone that I won this vacation, but I don't even recall doing anything to warrant winning it…" She trailed off, peering into the mansion, "Oh, hi Peach." She casually greeted.
Peach quickly joined them at the sound of Gabby's voice, "Gabby, what on earth are you doing here?"
"Could you tell her?" She asked Marth, "I ain't repeating myself."
Marth nodded in compliance, "It appears she has won herself a vacation lasting six months directly from Master Hand himself, however, she fails to see why she earned the prize in regard to achieving nothing in order to receive it."
Gabby pulled a face, "Woah, chill. Why are you talking like that?"
"Oh, my apologises." Marth replied, becoming self-concious again, "For I cannot help it."
Peach sympathised with him, "No, Marth, please don't take any offence. Gabby didn't mean any harm." She tried convincing him.
He considered this before stepping aside, looking back at the visitor, "You may as well come in."
As she did so, he took a moment to properly observe her: She wore a black jumpsuit with yellow highlights around the neck, fingertips, end of arms, end of legs and around the ridge of her shoes, along with a sliver belt around her entire waist with a yellow 'S' shaped amulet in the middle of it. She also wore a sliver radar on the right side of her black glasses with a red orb in the middle of it, and an 'N' shaped amulet (mirroring the 'S' shaped one) placed on the centre of her chest. Overall, very futuristic looking, which strongly contrast his own appearance. As for her natural appearance, it did not seem so natural at all considering she had bright yellow irises. Marth did not take much heed, however, as he was used to seeing many unique traits in the fighters surrounding him on a daily basis. Besides from that, she seemed to measure just below his shoulder and had mousey blonde hair and a basic side fringe that mostly sided near the radar.
"Peach is right; I honestly wasn't trying to make you feel bad or nothin' - it just caught me off guard, that's all." Gabby explained, in a tone that would suggest she was trying to clear her name.
"It's quite alright, young one; for today, I vow to change that!" He proclaimed determinedly, raising his sword to maximum length his arm could raise it.
Peach and Gabby both gave wide eye stares, before Gabby spoke again, "You know what, I take it back - this guy is weird."
"Gabby!" Peach exclaimed, looking appalled, "Do not say such things! You should know better."
Marth returned to his normal stance, raising his arms in a protective manner, "Ha ha, it's okay Princess. Remember, kids will be kids." He grinned with a raised finger.
"I'm not a kid," Gabby opposed, "I'm very clearly an adolescent."
"Again, my sincerest apologies."
Gabby sighed sharply, "Okay, can we just see this Master Hand fella now? I got a few questions to ask him."
"Of course." Marth agreed, "Would you care for me to escort you?"
Gabby stared blankly at him, "You talkin' to her or me?" She questioned, pointing to Peach and herself.
Marth looked a little surprised, "Well, I was talking to you." He said.
"Really?" Gabby asked, "Because you sound like your always talking to a royal person."
"That's because he is a polite individual with manners!" Peach objected, seeming a little offended, "You should take a leaf out of Marth's book, Gabby."
"Nah." She declined, "I'm good."
"You're rude." Peach corrected her, "And I'm sorry I'm the one who had to tell you that!"
"Whatever," Gabby brushed off, acting ignorant to the situation, "Let's get goin' Mort!"
"...it's Marth, actually."
"Right." Gabby said, taking the lead.
Peach had her arms stiffened dangerously by her sides as she watched them leave. She was undoubtedly upset at the mean comments Gabby aimed toward poor Marth, and she was especially worried at the thought of what she would say to him outside of her supervision.
Just then, she could hear a sequence of heavy footsteps approaching her. A large thud, then after one and a half seconds, another one just as menacing. The floor shook under the power of each movement. By now she knew that walking pattern belonged to no other than Ridley.
When she turned, that is exactly who was glaring down at her.
Peach cleared her throat, "Good morning, Ridley." She greeted calmly, although she was internally freaking out at the sight of him.
He grunted harshly, turning his head so that his one eye was completely focused on her - he slender mouth formed into a snarl.
Peach swallowed, "I was just on my way to the nursery." She informed him, as to why she had no idea; it was out of panic, "You see, I simply adore the younger children…at that age they are the most influenced, and I want to make a pleasant impact on them…"
Ridley continued staring, not moving an inch, except the snarl had vanished.
Peach felt inclined to say something more, "And I hardly ever have the chance to spend time with children who aren't toads…"
"Toads?"
His voice was as scaly as his face, which looked twisted as usual; a flurry of different expressions were demonstrated as he responded to the princess, "Oh? You mean like the amphibians? Or those squirmy little mushrooms you throw out of your dress? Hm?"
"...I believe you know the answer to that."
Ridley's lip curled up, "Do I now?" The poisonous tone of his voice was practically searing out of his mouth, a venom that could no be seen, but always had an effect, "Riddle me this, Peach: would you be more likely to find me feasting on the flesh of a slimy little toad? Or on the juicy, plump flesh of a red spotted toad?"
He closed in on her, the intense stare turning into a deranged display of rigid, sharp teeth, all lined up like suspended knifes, or unstable icicles about to crash down and severally wound her. A gasp, and the sound of high heels clanking backwards in an attempt to create distance between them.
"HEY!" A striking voice that jerked Ridley out of his moment. His long neck coiled as he faced the source of the sound.
Bowser stomped between them, his spiked back to Peach and his threatening, crimson eyes set on Ridley's murky, fogged up eyes.
"Listen up, chump!" Bowser ordered, "Keep clear of Peach, or you won't be able to feel your ugly mug for a month - 'cause I'll BEAT IT NUMB!" He barked at the reptile, who did not look fazed whatsoever.
Ridley let out an amused snort, "I don't know about you," He begun, in a growl, "But she'd look much prettier mangled up in a bloody, decapitated mess." He turned the tips of his mouth into a sinister, toothy smile, "Then again, we all have out different ideas of beauty."
"SHUT YOUR TRAP YOU PYHCHO!" Bowser roared, inching closer in an act of upcoming attack, "KEEP YOUR WRETCHED HIND AWAY FROM PEACH AND EVERY. OTHER. PRINCESS!"
"Only princesses?" Ridley brought up in amazement, "Bias, aren't we?"
"Get lost already." Bowser grumbled, fed up with the insane dragon.
Ridley only shrugged, "Fine. Have it your way…" He walked to the very end of the room, "…for now…" He lingered, slamming the door shut.
The room was left in pure silence, until Peach found her voice again and broke the ice.
"Bowser?"
He turned around to face her, "Did that slime-ball hurt you at all?" He asked, looking more concerned now.
"No, he did not. Thanks to you." Peach replied tonelessly.
She meant it, but still could not help feeling uncomfortable around the monster who kidnapped her every other day for a living; it was beyond strange to be having a real conversation with him. Now, she wanted it to stay like this. She wanted to see Bowser's protective side more often, and she happened to know he was good with children.
"I was just headed to the nursery. Would you care to join me?"
Bowser's expression lifted at this offer, then his eyes shot upwards as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Uh, sure…I guess."
Peach let out a small giggle in her cooped hand; she thought, for once, Bowser was acting cute.
Marth and Gabby had made it to the main hall, leading up to Master Hand's office. There was a large progression of framed photos, trophies and monuments decorating the narrow hallway. Gabby glanced at each decoration they passed by, slightly intrigued.
"So," Marth started, "it is all too apparent you are familiar with the Mario company."
Gabby nodded, "Yeah, I come from the Mushroom World."
"Interesting…could you perhaps tell me a little about yourself?"
Gabby felt he had asked that solely because this hallway measured a mile, or so she believed, "Uh, alright then." She replied indifferently, "I guess I'll start off by saying I hunt ghosts, with Luigi of all people…"
"You hunt ghosts with Luigi? Hm, fascinating."
Gabby turned to him, "You kind of sound fake - no offence."
"Fake?"
Marth had stopped walking, looking at her with a quizzical expression, "How so?"
Gabby felt slightly uneasy. Had she hit a nerve? She sure hoped not, since the guy she was conversing with happened to have a considerably long sword in his grasp.
"Nothin' personal, it's just that I can't help noticing." She responded frantically, "Actually, maybe I should have just…oh, forget it. Ignore that comment."
"No, no," He protested, "Please, explain my mistake to me."
"There's no mistake!" Gabby's voice raised, "Seriously, I shouldn't have said that, just…" Her eyes darted to and fro from his sword, "…forget about it, okay?"
He took a couple of steps towards her, enough to keep a small distance between them, "You must be honest, please." He requested, "I wish to improve my speech."
"Improve?" Gabby let out a small laugh, "It's pretty much at it's peak - there's only digression from your point on the speech scale."
Marth raised an eyebrow, "Then…why do you tell me I sound odd?"
"You're just too formal, even more than Peach," Gabby said while circling her hand, "Let's keep walking, I'll tell you everything you need to know."
After her bribe, Marth immediately joined her side in anticipation on how to improve his speech; maybe he could actually have a conversation with people outside of his universe. A change of topic, a different perspective - he could not wait.
"Convo guide 101," Gabby begun, "Did you get that?"
"Not at all." Marth responded.
"That's pretty much sums up your problem." Gabby revealed bluntly, "You don't incorporate common slang in your everyday speech."
Marth looked puzzled, "What is this…'slang' you speak of?"
Gabby was not sure how to break this down to the swordsman, "It's a little complicated to explain - to someone like you, I mean. You have to come from a different time period if you don't know what slang is…"
"I believe I do." Marth supported, then looked away in thought, "A much simpler, yet devastating time…" He voice lowered.
Gabby felt she was entering sensitive territory, "Okay, okay, that's fine. Maybe we should just compare dialects and see where it takes us."
"Hm?" Marth's head perked up.
"So just pretend you're greeting someone right now." Gabby instructed, "How would you go by introducing yourself?"
Marth prepared his posture, "Greetings, I am Marth, heir to a kingdom called Altea." He spoke, with an outstretched hand.
Gabby shook it sarcastically, "Yeah, what's up?"
"The sky, of course," Marth answered nonchalantly, "And further then, an afterlife we can only speculate as a marvellous paradise in which all are welcomed, or so legend has it."
"Oh boy…" Gabby muttered, hiding her face with her hand, "I have my work cut out for me."
"Is something the matter?" Marth questioned.
Gabby gave him a worn stare, "Look. When someone says 'what's up', they are not asking what is physically up." She uttered, directing a finger at the ceiling, "They are just asking what you've been up to."
Marth grasped what she was saying, his eyes widening in realisation, "Oh…I see…that's what it means!" He was shaking his head at himself, "I recall being asked that before, and receiving no answer in return when I mentioned the skies."
"You shouldn't take things so literally." Gabby continued, starting to walk further down the hall, "Or people will think you're either stupid or rude, depending on the situation. Like, you could reply to 'what's up' with 'the sky, idiot' if you wanted to be sarcastic."
"As a mean-spirited joke? I doubt I could do such a thing…"
Gabby gave a reassuring nudge, "Don't worry about that! People love a good smart-alike." She chuckled to herself, "You should always try making a snarky input, when given the opportunity. I do it to Wario all the time!"
"You know Wario, too?" Marth was beginning to ponder who Gabby was, exactly.
"Yeah, he's a jerk."
Marth nodded, "A well known fact."
Before they knew it, they had reached the very end of the hall, where a massive door, the size of a draw bridge, towered before them, casting a hostile vibe onto Gabby. It was a luminous blue, a dark gradient gradually changing to a lighter one - a tip filled with light, like the surface of an ocean.
"Woah…" She gawked in awe, looking over the variety of historical engravings on the golden door frame, "That's one hell of a door."
Marth seemed put off by her comment, "I beg your pardon?"
"I said: that's one hell of a door." Gabby reiterated, eyeing him for a reaction.
"..."
Marth was attempting to dissect the sentence and make sense of it.
"Don't think to much about it," Gabby advised, "you'll end up with a sore head."
Against her advise, Marth began to question uncontrollably, "Could you clarify? How do you come up with such extraordinary sentences with meanings so undefinable? How am I meant to converse with these tedious riddles? How-"
"Woah! Woah!" Gabby interjected with caution, "Don't get your cape in a twist!"
"What does that mean?!" Marth blurted out, still severally confused.
"Just…" Gabby was stumped for words. By now, she was convinced he was a lost cause, "Eh, forget it, 'k?" She said, approaching the door, "You're fine the way you are!" She complimented loudly before entering Master Hand's office, leaving the medieval warrior to himself.
His head ached.
"Okay ya little rascals!"
All the children turned their attention to Daisy, who was looking them over with her hands set firmly on her hips.
"Clean this place up so we can read today's story!" She ordered, holding up the book in question, "Rosalina picked it herself and will be reading it to you guys!"
"Okay, Daisy!" Came the unanimous voice of the children.
Toon Link was the first to take action, running in a vertical line and scooping up every toy in his path. Once he reached the toy box, he dumped them in and dusted of his small hands with a smirk. Lucas picked up a toy and tossed it to Ness, who then threw it into the toy box; they would nod every at each other every so often to acknowledge their progress. Predictably, Pichu and Jigglypuff were fighting over a toy, both grabbing either end of it and tugging, while Kirby and Squirtle watched on with disapproving eyes.
As for Bowser Junior, he was sitting casually in the corner of the room, slurping his carton of apple juice rather loudly - enough for Daisy to take notice.
"And what do you think you're doing, little man?" She questioned rhetorically.
"I'm busy, so shove it!" The koopa prince responded in an irritated tone, taking a few more sips.
Daisy clenched her fists, holding back the urge to smack the potty mouth across the back of his head, "You're the brattiest little runt I've ever had the displeasure of dealing with!" She yelled, "You can forget about that story!"
Bowser Junior almost choked on his drink, "WHAT!? I want a story! YOU CAN'T SAY I CAN'T HAVE WHAT I WANT!"
His voice was staining into that of raspy whinnying; he was on the verge of a meltdown - Daisy could tell.
"Yes I can. Now clean up." Was all she said before departing.
With the circumstances outside of Junior's favour, he only had one solution in mind that would guarantee not having to tidy up and potentially getting the story he wanted.
He started crying.
The other children watched as Bowser Junior wailed with all his might, and kicked up his tiny legs while beating the ground with his fists. Tears were pouring down his face, not to mention his runny nose; it was an ugly sight, to say the least.
"W-what's wrong with BJ?" Lucas wondered aloud.
Daisy tutted, "That's what he does when he doesn't get his way."
Lucas was not expecting an answer, "O-oh…"
Ness patted his back, "He'll be fine, Lu."
Lucas nodded, forcing a smile.
Toon Link rammed his hands into his ears, gritting his teeth, "Can someone shut him UP?!" He shouted demandingly, "I can't hear myself think!"
Suddenly, the doors to the nursery flung open, revealing Peach and Bowser standing stiffly at the doorway; something about the postures were odd. However, they did not stand there for too long, as Bowser rushed inside at the sound of his son's screams, "Junior? Junior, what's wrong?!"
"PAPA! DAISY WON'T LET ME HEAR THE STORY!" He cried dramatically, burst into another fit.
Bowser shot a look a the orange princess, who gave an innocent shrug, "All the other children cleaned up except for him." She explained without a care, "If he won't help around, he won't get a story - simple as."
"Like it matters! My son gets what he want, ya hear!" Bowser bellowed, helping Junior back up on his feet.
"That's not how you're meant to raise a kid, you dolt!" Daisy criticised with furrowed brows, "No wonder he's such a brat!"
Peach gasped, "Daisy! Please don't!"
It was too late, as Bowser marched up to the Princess of Sarasaland with no good intent, "What did you say?" He hissed.
"You damn well heard me." Daisy said sternly, "Stop spoiling him - it's a form of abuse!"
"ABUSE?!" Bowser boomed, "How DARE YOU! I treat my son right! I hope you never become a mother, 'cause you'd suck!"
It was Daisy's turn to get angry, but Peach ran up and held her arm back, "Daisy! Please stop this!"
"This overgrown turtle just called me a terrible mother!" Daisy argued, "I'm not taking that lightly, Peach!"
"But you don't even have any children, Daisy. You should not lower yourself to get offended over something you're not." Peach tried reasoning.
Daisy shook her head, "Have you forgotten that I love every single child here? Not to mention the Inklings! I've never felt so at home in all my life!" Daisy tone switched to that of joy, "What do you guys think? Would I make a good mother or what?"
Toon Link pumped his fist in the air, "Yeah! You're a great inspiration!"
Ness nodded his head in agreement, with Lucas going along with him.
The pokemon, and Kirby, all make their unique sounds laced in a positive tone.
"No!" Bowser Junior objected sharply, "No you wouldn't!"
"That's my boy!" Bowser praised, "You tell her."
"Oh shut up." Daisy dismissed, "You two are both halfwits, anyway! And even if we added both halves of your wits, we'd end up with a wit only this big." She insulted, making a small gap between the tip of her thumb and index finger.
Most of the children snickered at the petty insult.
"Bleh! That was weak!" Junior scoffed, hoping up onto his father's shoulder.
Rosalina flew in out of the blue, causing many to jump at her sudden appearance, and collected the story from Daisy's hand.
"Now, who would like to hear a story?"
"ME!" Junior yelled, getting the space dweller's attention.
"Oh, I see you've brought you're father with you." She acknowledged, setting her calm gaze on Bowser.
Bowser felt himself tense up, "Y-yeah! That's right! Can't the old man stay and entertain his boy?"
"Of course he can," She spoke gracefully, a small smile formed on her pale face, "Take a seat on the ground, everyone, and we can begin." She instructed, opening the book.
Everyone, including Bowser, took a seat. The brute pondered to himself, why his heart skipped a beat as soon as Rosalina turned to look at him. He hardly ever got to talk to her, but every time he did, he would feel butterflies in his stomach, and his palms would go clammy.
Bowser hated that feeling; it would never happen to him around Peach, surprisingly.
It was a foreign experience for the Koopa King.
