This story is loosely based upon the theory that Bowser is not all bad inside. This is the story about one man who stumbles upon the Mushroom Kingdom and its inhabitants and how he tries to help the King Of The Koopas find his good side. Bah im not good at intros. Ill let the story display itself to you. Be warned though. This is the first story I have done on my own time. :D
The Good In All Of Us: Chapter One, The Crash
The light of the moon crossed my face as my wife and I drove along the quiet country road to their cottage, thinking only the idle thoughts. Q107 FM Radio Canada was playing "Dont Be Cruel" by Elvis Presley. I rather liked the song, but it just seemed to be playing at the wrong time, so I turned it off. I was looking forward to the night me and my wife were going to have when they got back to their cottage. Me and Rebecca were on our first honeymoon after our marriage a week ago. Thinking of the warm bedsheets and her tender kiss, I drove on through the light curtain of snow and the thick darkness. It was 11:00PM. The marriage ceremonies still fresh on our minds and the thought of the new challenges ahead that comes with it. I looked back at Becky, who was nearly asleep on the front passenger seat, the moonlight that got through the snowfall and illuminated her face made me think of an angel who has lost its wings and was sleeping beside me. Oh god, did I ever love this woman.
I decided to break the quiet silence between them. "The weatherman said it would be under 20C today."
"Mhmm" Rebecca replied lazily, they were on the road for 3 hours and they were getting quite tired.
"Dont worry Becky, shouldn't be long now" I replied.
I continued driving through the forest, realising the futility of my chances of starting a conversation at this point, with the car headlights cutting through the thick darkness like a knife through butter. I felt great. I mean I just married the woman of my dreams, and tonight we were going to make such sweet love when we got back to the cottage. How many kids? Bah, who cares. Maybe two, or three. Hell. Why stop there. We can get ten! All in the same night! I chuckled at the thought. And my wife Rebecca looked back at me lazily. I decided to say something.
"How bout I fix you some of that steak we got in the fridge when we get there?" I asked.
She yawned, "Well thats all right then honey. I suppose after I have a nap though. Road trips wear me out." Becky replied.
There was another of those awkward silences that breaks out once in a while between the two. I thought it was time to say that wonderful phrase again.
"Damn Becky, I love you."
She smiled at me and whispered "I love you too Jack"
I smiled and went back to the road.
After about 15 minutes of driving, I was getting quite tired, I suppose was an alright excuse due to how long I was driving. But I didnt seem like a good excuse to me a few hours later. I was so tired that the large headlights that were getting larger in my window didnt seem to really bother me. Rebecca was asleep, so It didnt bother her. The lights got larger, and I realised my mistake. I was swerving along the road and heading right into a head on collision with a truck.
"OH @$#%!" I swore and tried to turn back onto the right side. Thats when I realised, It wasnt me who was swerving, it was the truck. Rebecca woke up and screamed. I quickly turned away, and thought at that moment that maybe, just maybe, we might make it past.
I am quite a vain person at times.
Just as the front half of the car passed by the front of the truck, I took a glance at the driver, and I could see he was scared too. But to this day I dont know why he turned right and slammed into my half of the car. I had the sensation of being rolled about in the car and I felt like a hampster in one of those balls they run around in.
After that, everything faded away, the trucks horn honking, the sensation of burnt flesh, Rebecca screaming my name, and the frantic gibbering of the truck driver apologising to himself and trying to tell officers in his radio what happened at the same time. After that, nothing.
I woke up to the sounds of birds. At first I thought the crash was just a dream, that we were safe at home in the country cottage, and Rebecca would be waiting for me with two glasses of ice cold lemonade in her yellow bikini on the dock. I searched for the bedsheets, and felt only dirt. I looked for a lamp, found only strange trees and grass.
I got up. I was still in my blue jeans and green overcoat. And yet it seemed too hot to wear it. So I took off the overcoat. I decided to find out where I was. I walked through the bushes and trees, and found a sandy path. I sat there assessing what might have happened. Maybe I got thrown out of the car when the truck hit us. Rebecca could be looking for me right now! I then realised that I must be in heaven. Rebecca is gone, and I sat there shocked at the thought. But then realised that if she was dead, I would be injured or be near the wreck. So for the sake of my sanity, I stayed away from that possibility. I decided to go and explore.
I left the area I woke up in, and followed a path through the bright green brush. The plant life here was nothing that I have ever seen. And when I looked up at the clouds, I could swear I saw faces on them. I figured I must be thirsty, and realised I was very thirsty, and went to look for some water. There was a crystal blue stream ahead, and I walked over to it, and stooped down to drink it. Then I saw shadows behind me, I was about to greet them when I was met with a blunt knock to the head, I fell into the water, unconscious.
I dreamed of Rebecca swimming with me in the cool waters of the Vancouver beaches. When suddenly I felt very cold and wet. And I could hear splashing and Rebecca screaming. I woke up after having a bucket of cold water poured down on me by some large creature.
"Wakey wakey sleepyhead! Bwa ha ha!!" His laugh was meant to be cruel, but it sounded rather appealing, like a big uncle slapping you on the back and giving you a hug kind of laugh.
I sputtered, and coughed. After regaining my composure, I croaked "Who are you?"
I looked up.
The huge frame blocked the light, but it certainly wasn't human. I could see the very large teeth shining in the dark as he smiled down at me. I could see the outlines of horns and red hair.
"What do you mean "Who am i?!" I'm Bowser, King Of The Koopas! What rock have you been sleeping under, little man?"
And thats how I first met Bowser.
End Chapter One.
The Good In All Of Us: Chapter One, The Crash
The light of the moon crossed my face as my wife and I drove along the quiet country road to their cottage, thinking only the idle thoughts. Q107 FM Radio Canada was playing "Dont Be Cruel" by Elvis Presley. I rather liked the song, but it just seemed to be playing at the wrong time, so I turned it off. I was looking forward to the night me and my wife were going to have when they got back to their cottage. Me and Rebecca were on our first honeymoon after our marriage a week ago. Thinking of the warm bedsheets and her tender kiss, I drove on through the light curtain of snow and the thick darkness. It was 11:00PM. The marriage ceremonies still fresh on our minds and the thought of the new challenges ahead that comes with it. I looked back at Becky, who was nearly asleep on the front passenger seat, the moonlight that got through the snowfall and illuminated her face made me think of an angel who has lost its wings and was sleeping beside me. Oh god, did I ever love this woman.
I decided to break the quiet silence between them. "The weatherman said it would be under 20C today."
"Mhmm" Rebecca replied lazily, they were on the road for 3 hours and they were getting quite tired.
"Dont worry Becky, shouldn't be long now" I replied.
I continued driving through the forest, realising the futility of my chances of starting a conversation at this point, with the car headlights cutting through the thick darkness like a knife through butter. I felt great. I mean I just married the woman of my dreams, and tonight we were going to make such sweet love when we got back to the cottage. How many kids? Bah, who cares. Maybe two, or three. Hell. Why stop there. We can get ten! All in the same night! I chuckled at the thought. And my wife Rebecca looked back at me lazily. I decided to say something.
"How bout I fix you some of that steak we got in the fridge when we get there?" I asked.
She yawned, "Well thats all right then honey. I suppose after I have a nap though. Road trips wear me out." Becky replied.
There was another of those awkward silences that breaks out once in a while between the two. I thought it was time to say that wonderful phrase again.
"Damn Becky, I love you."
She smiled at me and whispered "I love you too Jack"
I smiled and went back to the road.
After about 15 minutes of driving, I was getting quite tired, I suppose was an alright excuse due to how long I was driving. But I didnt seem like a good excuse to me a few hours later. I was so tired that the large headlights that were getting larger in my window didnt seem to really bother me. Rebecca was asleep, so It didnt bother her. The lights got larger, and I realised my mistake. I was swerving along the road and heading right into a head on collision with a truck.
"OH @$#%!" I swore and tried to turn back onto the right side. Thats when I realised, It wasnt me who was swerving, it was the truck. Rebecca woke up and screamed. I quickly turned away, and thought at that moment that maybe, just maybe, we might make it past.
I am quite a vain person at times.
Just as the front half of the car passed by the front of the truck, I took a glance at the driver, and I could see he was scared too. But to this day I dont know why he turned right and slammed into my half of the car. I had the sensation of being rolled about in the car and I felt like a hampster in one of those balls they run around in.
After that, everything faded away, the trucks horn honking, the sensation of burnt flesh, Rebecca screaming my name, and the frantic gibbering of the truck driver apologising to himself and trying to tell officers in his radio what happened at the same time. After that, nothing.
I woke up to the sounds of birds. At first I thought the crash was just a dream, that we were safe at home in the country cottage, and Rebecca would be waiting for me with two glasses of ice cold lemonade in her yellow bikini on the dock. I searched for the bedsheets, and felt only dirt. I looked for a lamp, found only strange trees and grass.
I got up. I was still in my blue jeans and green overcoat. And yet it seemed too hot to wear it. So I took off the overcoat. I decided to find out where I was. I walked through the bushes and trees, and found a sandy path. I sat there assessing what might have happened. Maybe I got thrown out of the car when the truck hit us. Rebecca could be looking for me right now! I then realised that I must be in heaven. Rebecca is gone, and I sat there shocked at the thought. But then realised that if she was dead, I would be injured or be near the wreck. So for the sake of my sanity, I stayed away from that possibility. I decided to go and explore.
I left the area I woke up in, and followed a path through the bright green brush. The plant life here was nothing that I have ever seen. And when I looked up at the clouds, I could swear I saw faces on them. I figured I must be thirsty, and realised I was very thirsty, and went to look for some water. There was a crystal blue stream ahead, and I walked over to it, and stooped down to drink it. Then I saw shadows behind me, I was about to greet them when I was met with a blunt knock to the head, I fell into the water, unconscious.
I dreamed of Rebecca swimming with me in the cool waters of the Vancouver beaches. When suddenly I felt very cold and wet. And I could hear splashing and Rebecca screaming. I woke up after having a bucket of cold water poured down on me by some large creature.
"Wakey wakey sleepyhead! Bwa ha ha!!" His laugh was meant to be cruel, but it sounded rather appealing, like a big uncle slapping you on the back and giving you a hug kind of laugh.
I sputtered, and coughed. After regaining my composure, I croaked "Who are you?"
I looked up.
The huge frame blocked the light, but it certainly wasn't human. I could see the very large teeth shining in the dark as he smiled down at me. I could see the outlines of horns and red hair.
"What do you mean "Who am i?!" I'm Bowser, King Of The Koopas! What rock have you been sleeping under, little man?"
And thats how I first met Bowser.
End Chapter One.