Hey, all! Now, you probably don't know me as this is my first Mario fic, but I'm Dapper Dee VI, and I'm usually Kirby and Super Smash Bros. writer, but this idea has been forming in my brain for ages now and I just want to write it! I hope you'll like this fic; I personally can't wait to write it! This first chapter's a little short but it's just a little intro. Enjoy and review if you don't mind!
Let's-a go!
Chapter 1: Nostalgia
The Mushroom Kingdom. A place filled with green grass, sentient fungi and huge bottomless pits in the landscape. Here is where our story takes place…
It was night, and all the inhabitants of Bowser's Castle were asleep, even the guards supposed to be on night watch, the lazy fools. Bowser himself was snoozing in his huge bed, royal red covers draped over him, low rumblings snores escaping his mouth, thumb wedged tightly between his jaws. So deep asleep was he, that the light from the door didn't wake him as it opened and someone stepped in. The light footsteps that hurried towards his bed didn't wake him either. The figure looked up at the Koopa King and opened his mouth…
"Dad!" whined Bowser Jr., "Dad! Wake up! Dad!"
Bowser yawned and rolled over, blinking the sleep from his eyes as best he could. "Oh, hello, Junior," he groaned, "What's up?"
"Well, uh, you see, Dad," began Bowser Jr., holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels nervously, "I'm… I'm kinda scared…"
"Of what?" asked his father, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Well, uh, prison," replied Bowser Jr., sheepishly.
"Oh, your first day of jail," said the Koopa King, "Don't worry son, it's not as bad as it sounds… C'mon, in ya get!" He budged up, and patted the empty space of the mattress, and Bowser Jr. nodded and clambered up, sitting next to his father.
"So, what was your first day of jail like, Dad?" asked the heir, looking up at his father.
"Oh," smiled Bowser, closing his eyes, "I remember it like it was yesterday… it was a week or two after the skirmish with the Yoshis and that blasted baby plumber, and I was merely a rascal, a long way off from the supervillain you see before you now.
I was escorted past all the prisoners, the bulky toads, the war-torn Koopas, the scarred Magikoopas. The professionals. I saw them through the bars of their cells and I remember thinking, 'Wow, someday, I want to be just like them!' But then I was led away from the master criminals, to the 'Young Offenders' section where I was met with my warden, Mr. Toadington, or, as we called him, Ol' Toady. He was fairly old, fading spots on his cap, a moustache that hid his mouth and the aura of a headmaster. He looked down at me and gave me a long, stern speech about how I should be ashamed of myself and how I should consider my actions next time or my future will be ruined and all that jazz. After his speech, he took me inside to meet my cellmates,"
"Who were your cellmates, Dad?" asked Bowser Jr., who was listening to his father's tale full of awe.
"Well, they were proper wimps, that what they were," chuckled Bowser, "I remember, they were all playing a card game on a small table, and I stomped right up to them and I slammed my fist down on the table proper hard, and all the cards went flying everywhere. Oh, you should have seen the looks on their frightened faces! Then, then I said, 'Listen up! I'm the great Prince Bowser, and I'm in charge around here!'
"What did they do, Dad?" asked Bowser Jr., who felt himself more proud of his father with each sentence the king said.
"Well, they were terrified, weren't they? There was a wimpy Dry Bones, a dumb Koopa, a flightless Parakoopa, a clumsy Shy Guy, a powerless Magikoopa and a cowering Chain Chomp. How that bunch of losers got behind bars I'll never know, but they made good minions. They obeyed me like a king and they did everything for me… Ah those were the days…." He turned to his son, "That's what you've gotta do, my boy," he said, "Make your authority know immediately and they'll obey your every command. Just tell them you're the child of the Great Bowser and you'll instantly be the boss! They'll have to obey you!"
"You got it, Dad!" smiled Bowser Jr., "I'm the son of the greatest supervillain of all time! How hard can it be?"
"That's my boy!" yawned Bowser, rolling over and going back to sleep, "And I'll break you out by the end of the week, just you wait…"
The snores of the Koopa King echoed throughout the castle once more. Bowser Jr. didn't feel nervous anymore, so he soon drifted off, dreaming of bossing his new minions about. Maybe this whole 'prison' thing wasn't going to be so bad after all…