Do I own any of this or anything related other than the general plot? Nope. Thank you.
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One day, the young Bowser decided he wanted to take a walk.
After an unsuccessful argument, Kamek sighed and took Bowser out, sitting on his broomstick as his energetic charge rushed back and forth, killing any insect that dared move. In his fit, he failed to look where he was going and subsequently tripped over a thick tree root, sliding several feet, flat on his face.
"Young Master!" Kamek rushed over to Bowser's side as he sat up and spat away dirt. "Are you alright, sir?"
"Mmh," came the reply, as the shelled child reached forward and snapped the root in half. "Mmhm." He hopped up and walked down the path, slower this time. Kamek sighed and followed closely.
Bowser heard a rustle and rushed to the right, into a very small part between thorny bushes. Kamek gave a yell, but Bowser dove for a small, scurrying creature that was just out of his reach. As Kamek shouted something along the lines of
"Master Bowser! Please! Come back, now! You could get hurt!" (prompting, of course, Bowser to snort; who'd try to hurt him in their right mind?) he crawled away from the thorny bushes and looked around the darkened space. Something small and white caught his eye. He crawled forward and spotted a small, creamy, green-dotted egg laying in the leaves. It was cracked open, a tiny, shiny green thing visible in the openings. Bowser cocked his head to the side and touched the egg. He jerked his hand away and examined the yolk stuck to his fingers.
"It's...broken," he whispered, staring at the egg.
"Master Bowser!" Kamek thundered in, crawling from the bushes. A multitude of thorns stuck to his robe, as he stared at Bowser. "Are you okay!?"
Bowser just looked up at his caretaker, who winced as he stumbled over to the Koopa. He caught site of the dead egg.
"Ah, those fowl things," Kamek said. He gave Bowser a small child. "Did you break it?"
Bowser tilted his head lightly.
"Good, sir," Kamek said in a wise tone. "Those lizard-creatures – Yoshis – they're stubborn, stupid things. They're troublesome. Come, sir, let's go home."
The future King of the Koopas gave his caretaker a last furtive glance before crawling through the thorned bushes.