I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, ALL CHARACTERS BELONG RIGHTFULLY TO NINTENDO
Hey everyone! I've finally completely redid the whole story don't worry it's the same plot but with way better details so hope you enjoy!
My hands were shaking from nervousness. The room was silent all expect for Dr Mario's pen as he scribbled down notes and the clock with its loud ticks. The red carpet was ripped to ribbons thanks to Wolf and laid on the dusty ground, the walls were imprinted with holes from punches, and irritating pictures of Mario encouraging to brush your teeth or to wash your hands stared down at me.
The silence didn't even help as I gave a hard glare at the plumber. He's basically sitting there calmly sipping down latte like he's on vacation or something. Doesn't he know how serious this is?! That this is a serious life and death situation?!
I'm starting to question if Mario really is a doctor to even begin with but I tried not to say anything that might get me kicked out. Whether I liked it or not he's the only one who can help me and plus he's an adult. Adults want to be treated like they're waaay better than kids since they basically lived longer than you did. If you start insulting them then you're basically begging to get in trouble.
I waited and waited for the doctor to say something but nothing happened so I decided to speak. "Listen, Mario, isn't there anything you can do? Medicine? Potions? Anything? You're really not helping here."
He placed his clipboard on his desk and raised his eyebrow at me. "First, it is a Dr. Mario, kiddo," he told me in his thick italian accent looking a bit annoyed. "Second, you a need to calm down a bit. You a make it sound a like its the end of the a world or something. Now, remember what a I say last time you a came here—"
"Try to eat and keep way from violence video games," I cut him off impatiently which only irritated him more since adults also don't like to be interrupted. "But Mar- I mean Dr. Mario, it's not helping. Can't you just give me something?"
Instead, he shook his head and glanced down at his watch in horror. "Oh a no the date is a in twenty minutes!" He cried then remembered that I was right in front of him. "Uh, I'll a see you a next time a kid and I recommend a you try to get a some sleep."
He shooed me out while muttering on if he should change outfits or not then debated on whether he should ask Falcon to borrow his cologne. The doctor slammed the door in my face before I could even protest. I hammered down at the door demanding attention but it was no use. With a sigh of defeat, I turned and walked down the corridor with my hands to my hair.
This is getting me nowhere. It's been weeks since I started visiting that so-called Doctor and I'm still feeling horrible. I still get back nightmares about my homeland getting burned to the ground for Din's sake! But does that guy listen? Nooo because I'm Mario the biggest Smasher in the world and I only care about stuffing spaghetti in my mouth. Okay, maybe that was a bit mean since Mario is one of my friends but this is really stressing me out and as a kid I make it my job to have my life zero stress free thank you very much.
It's just been harsh these days, with waking up from nightmares and losing my appetite. The nightmares...oh the nightmares. It's my worst fears. Losing the people I love, watching Outset Island burning down. There's plenty but if I talk about it I'll be sick. I can already feel the bile piling up from the back of my throat but I held it in.
Not only that but I can't even eat anything not even a delicious hamburger! Or cake! Not pizza! Forget ice cream! Oh man, when was the last time I had some soup?
But very thought about food just made my stomach turn. The only thing I can actually eat is cucumber sandwich. Don't ask me why. I literally found it on the kitchen table and I've been eating it ever since.
My head hurts so much that I might pass out. It's as if someone rang a huge bell right next to my ear.
"Hey, Toon, you okay?" Falco asked with a concerned face.
I'm properly not because I've decided to lie on the ground for a bit. My stomach just started grumbling so I thought if I lay down the pain would go away which it did but now I look like an idiot.
I looked up at him and managed a weak smile. "Yeah…I'm okay."
He lend me his feathered hand and helped me up. I was about to say thanks when a loud ringing bell rang out. No it's not in my head this time. It's the bell that rings out for a brawl. Oh crap, that means—
"My match starts in five minutes! I'll see you later Falco."
I love running around especially when I'm being chased by someone I just pranked on or if I just annoyed the brains out of someone until they finally decided to duct tape my mouth But nowadays, I get tired so easily as if I just ran a marathon or something.
That's why I'm late for my match with Jigglypuff. My face was red and I bend down to my knees with my eyes shut as I panted, trying to catch my breath but Master Hand apparently doesn't care even if I was running for my life because I was twenty minutes late.
Another long lecture. Just what I needed!
"You're late," snapped Master Hand. As if that wasn't already obvious. "Now, how many times has it been? Four times in a row, Toon Link! Time does not grow on trees, boy! You think I'll just stay the whole day here waiting for you and—"
There's plenty more of him yelling at me but I'll spare you the details. Interrupting him will only make him more berserk like any other adult so I shut my trap until he's finished his rant about something called responsibility.
"Sorry, won't happen again," I replied as earnestly as I can, trying to look as if I paid attention. But really I don't think my head can handle his loud voice any longer.
He gave a short frustrated sigh and snapped his fingers. In an instant my opponent and I teleported to Green Hills where I quickly readied my sword and weapons. Jigglepuff is no problem, I can beat her easy.
"Winner is….Jigglepuff," said the disembodied hand as we both teleported back.
Jiggle and I shook hands to be good sports. Now I'm not a sore loser but I don't get it.
The smash ball was right. Right freaking there. I was standing on the edge of the stage with my Master Sword and Jiggly right in front of me. When I was just about to charge at her the Smash Ball appeared right behind the Pokemon. The best part was that she didn't even noticed so I instead of attacking her I leaped into the air and bounced off her head for an extra boost. It was right in front of my face. I could feel the power and victory. Until my head started to get all dizzy and then I started seeing two of them. Either that was an error from Master Hand (which happens most of the time) or my head is messing with me. Whatever I don't really care about brawl that much or if I lose.
"That was fun, Toonie," Jigglypuff sang cheerfully. "Let's fight again sometimes."
I grunted. "Sure that sounds great."
After spending some time watching brawls and more time lying on the ground, another bell rang meaning it's lunchtime. At the sound of it everyone stopped what they were doing and quickly headed to the cafeteria before all the ribs were finished.
Normally I'd skip because the smell of the food makes my stomach twist but I have to eat other than cucumber sandwiches. So with a confident smile and a positive mind, I made my way to the cafeteria. My eyes swept at the wave of food that smelled delicious and looked appetising and my stomach didn't ache at the sight. Smashers and Assistant Trophies all helped themselves with the glorious food in front of them not wasting another minute. Donkey Kong is at it again with Diddy Kong over the bananas. Captain Falcon is bugging Samus which then led him to being punched to the wall with his food slapped on his face. I couldn't help but smile and shook my head then paid back attention to the food.
I took some pasta with meatballs, chicken nuggets and an apple juice. My buddies, Lucas and Ness, were sitting in the corner like always. It's our usual table far away from the adults who were always pestering us to keep quiet. Ha! They should listen to themselves when they speak. I might as well go deaf!
Lucas grinned when he saw me. "Hey, Toon Link, we're gonna play soccer after lunch. Wanna come?"
Ness didn't look up from his food. "Yeah, come on! It'll be fun," he told me, munching down his muffin.
Sitting down I then thought about the offer. I wanted to refuse but man I can't say no to their faces especially Lucas. They both looked up at me waiting for a reply. It's been so long since I've actually hung out with them.
"Sure, sounds fun," I told them with a smile hoping they don't see the weariness in my eyes.
"Great!" Ness blunted out in a mouthful of fried chicken, not noticing that small pieces of food in his mouth were splattering everywhere causing Lucas and I to look disgusted.
Looking down at my tray, I instantly regret coming here. For some reason I lost my appetite and my smile as well.
"You gonna eat that?" Ness asked. His plate was already sparkling clean.
I pushed my plate away. "Knock yourself out."
He was about dig in when he blinked at me. "Are you feeling alright? You sure you don't want it?"
"I'm fine…just fine."