Rotten Peaches Ch.2
By: Hilia2021

Hello, if you're reading this, then you've accidentally stumbled into this story. Unless you meant to be here, in which welcome to this horrible story! Anyways, yes, this story will go on no matter what you say. Anyways, I'm thinking about writing another story based on one of the fandom's I belong to. So, anyways, I want your opinion on which of these well loved stories I should mutilate and horribly disfigure. Here are the candidates for the execution: Steven Universe, Fairy Tail, Danny Phantom, Invader Zim, Legend of Zelda, Pokemon/Digimon and Undertale. If you want, you can suggest another fandom who's inhabitants I can infuriate. Just know that if you do, I'll have to watch or play it first, and my most advanced piece of technology is the laptop I write these on, and it's from 2008. Anyways, leave a comment or I'll choose one myself! Bye!

After a few hours, her anger subsided enough for the flames die down around Peach. But she was still infuriated, consumed by her own anger for him that no other thought entered her mind, already planning on just how to get revenge. Without thinking, she rushed out of her room and down the hallway, so intent on getting to her destination that she didn't notice the many Toads who were surprised and glad that she was finally out of her room, up until they noticed that she was on the warpath and rushed out of her way.
Finally, after about several minutes, fifteen wrong turns, a lot of guessing, and giving almost every Toad unlucky enough to be in her way a heart attack, she had reached the garage, somewhere that she usually didn't go but knew existed since she had to have a place to store all of her royal vehicles, she suddenly stopped. Since leaving her room, she had been going purely on instinct and whatever popped into her head. But now, she actually had to decide what to do. She was in the garage, but now what was she going to do? Was she going to just leave, and if so, where would she go? And which of her literally hundreds of vehicles go?

So it was decided that she would leave, but first, she had to choose where to go and what to go in. She could choose literally anything, ranging from her pink Rolls-Royce to her Mach Bike. But, after walking around the garage for nearly half an hour, she had decided that she would take the Heart Coach, something she hadn't used for years. And from what she remembered, while it had horrible acceleration and took forever to reach its top speed, the top speed itself was worth it, traveling at about 80 mph, more or less.

Peach just stood there, staring at the Heart Coach, letting the memories rush over her. The feel

of the wind going through her hair, the thrill of the competition, and most of all, the glory of winning and of proving that you're the best. She had won many races on this cart, and it showed. The metallic pink of the steel panels were scratched here and there. The deep purple wheels had places where the rubber literally burned away due to drifting a few times too many. The soft, red velour seats, the padded steering wheel, along with the handles on the back so that Daisy could hold onto the back of the kart without falling off.

Peach's anger returned the moment her name came into her head. Even then, back when they
raced together, Peach and Daisy were constantly against each other. She didn't, and still doesn't understand why, but one of her favorite parts about her coach was that it was great at drifting, which almost sent Daisy flying a few times, normally whenever Daisy was complaining about why she didn't get to drive. Remembering this, her anger subsided, a laugh escaping from her lips. Even though she was mad at her, thinking about how she'd always yell at her because she thought that it was intentional, and would yell at her to not let her fall, brought Peach back to a time when they only hated each other part of the time.

After clearing her head, Peach climbed into the coach, braced herself, and put her pedal to the medal. Well, lucky for her, somebody had left the garage door open, so she didn't have to remember to do it. As she drove out of the garage and onto the dirt road, she once again felt a rush of adrenaline flood her body. And for a while, she had forgotten her troubles, forgetting about Mario.

In fact, she had no idea at the moment where she was going until she had gotten there. As she opened her eyes, the memories of the last few weeks flooded beck to her, as in her ignorant bliss, she had driven to Mario's Castle. She switched her car into reverse and drove off as fast as she possibly could before she burst into tears. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the tears were flowing down her face, too quickly to stop, until her face was stained by the mascara run off. Again, she was driving without actually knowing where she was going. The only thing she knew was that she was heading somewhere that she knew he wouldn't be. Very soon, the landscape around Peach had changed from the beautiful green hills and plains of the Mushroom Kingdom that she knew, the ground becoming a cold, dead grey. All around her, trees whose branches bore nothing surrounded her, and the air dropped by ten or so degrees, giving the feeling of death and lifelessness in this dreadful place.

Racing down the spiraling road as it zigzagged just about everywhere, Peach barreled through the bare forest, having flown out of her car by now were it not for her seat belt. Eventually a large, ominous house came into view. While the broken down cart and tiny shacks that surrounded the building should have tipped her off as to the ominous nature of this house, she wasn't in the clearest state of mind at the moment (which you'd have noticed if you've been reading this story and getting the point that I've pointed out no less than three times). As she drove through a gate of iron barbs, she began a long ascent up the also waving driveway, vaguely noting the details of the house.

The large, moldy green house sat atop the crest of a large hill, making it the center of attention for anybody unlucky enough to wander towards. The center windows of the center floor were the only ones lit, giving it the impression that it was glaring at the driveway, and by extension, Peach. The roof was dome shaped like the top half of a Koopa shell, moving up and around the attic windows. The shingled stairs and arch around the door was, at one time beautiful and added a majestic air to the entrance, now molded and falling apart.

In a run down, broken place like this, the most surprising thing there was what was in the driveway: Green Fire, Luigi's racing kart. Peach pulled to a stop, jumped out of the Heart Coach and rushed up the stair and through the door, breaking a few steps in the process. Unsurprisingly, though, was that the state of the inside was barely better than that of the exterior. A once beautiful mosaic in the center of the floor connected the entrance to another door in the room, a beautiful heart carved into it. A grand staircase flanked its sides a few feet apart, a surprising velvet rug that wasn't rotten covering each, both missing a layer of dust that should be there after years without being used. But, that meant that Luigi probably was still there, preventing a layer of dust from forming.

Hearing a noise from upstairs, Peach rushed up the left staircase and down the hall into what she had to guess was the armory by the metal suits of armor along the walls and scattered throughout the room. Rushing through the already opened door, she found an overall clad man with a helmet stuck on his head. Making her way over to him and knocking over a few suits every here and there, she had made it over to Luigi's position, which was harder than it seemed when he ran away from the sound of her footsteps, grabbed the helmet and ripped it off of his head. As Luigi turned to smile at her, it immediately turned into a frown, because had since long ago used up most of her anger, and had now burst into tears.

Rushing over to her, Luigi grabbed Peach's shoulders, trying his best to comfort her and to make her into her usually happy self again. He stood there, tears beginning to flow from his eyes to, not because he was sad more to do with the wave of anguish that was radiating off of Peach. After what seemed like days, her stream of tears had turned into a trickle, and her heart breaking cries of despair had reduced to little more than occasional sobs. Just as he was about to let go of her and give her space, she grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes and what felt like his soul. "L-Luigi", she said, tears welling up in her eyes again, "I need your help. P-Please help me. H-Help me get back at Mario." Luigi would have said no, to tell her that getting revenge on his brother was irrational, especially since he didn't know why Peach would want to do such a thing. But he couldn't refuse. The look in her eyes was already enough to crush his soul and to make her even more miserable was unthinkable. Watching the usually calm, collected princess of the Mushroom Kingdom get reduced into a mess of tears and stutters was probably one of the few things that could even bring a tear to the eyes of every inhabitant of every kingdom there. So, going against all reason, Luigi stepped forward and looked her in the eyes. "Yes, your highness, I'll help you."