A Freak In Mario's Clothing.

Chapter 4

Created: 5/21/16

Disclaimer: I don't own nothin!

Author note: Sorry for neglecting this story so much. I guess I'm not made out the be one of those authors with like five active stories at once, so sorry again. This will be short, but enjoy!

Tending the bar was tall Koopa man, facial expression hidden by thick glasses. He polished some glasses briskly but effectively. The bar was nearly empty and unusually quiet, making Goombella more nervous than she had been giving her first college thesis. She shallowed hard cautiously approached the bartender. Only for Mario, she said to herself.

"Like, excuse me sir?"

"Hmm, missy?" The bartender responded with a smirk.

"I need umm," Goombella glanced at the list again, "Five cases?"

"Of what exactly dear?" He suddenly glanced at a person that was behind her.

"You know, like the stuff. Hey, what are you looking at?"

"Excuse me, aren't you a little young to be here?"

"Huh?-"

"No, your friend behind you there..."

Goombella turned around to see Hotdog behind her, grinning away.

"Why aren't you at the door? Where is Koops?"

"S-sorry, I got a text message and I looked away and he snuck away and.." Koops cut the sentence short in his typical way as he approached the bar.

"Like, ugh!"

"What did I miss, dear?" Flurrie asked, exiting the bathroom that was conveniently near the bar.

"I guess the gangs all here, ha ha.." Koops said.

"That was NOT part of the plan though!"

"Ah hem-" Everyone turned their attention to the bartender. "No minors, no exceptions. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. All of you," the bartender said simply.

"Aww, what?" Hotdog complained, "And just how do you know I'm so young? Yoshi's age gracefully and that's uh...racist! Or ageist!"

"Well, you can stay. And face death! Security!" the bartender called.

Masked men in black suits hopped over the counter and surrounded the gang.

"You all where just hiding behind the counter the whole time?"

"Yes." The bartender took off his glasses. He eyes were cold and shifty. "Take em out boys..."

The guards pulled out their weapons.

"Whoa! A-are those real gu- Yow!" Koops was randomly tased. He dropped to the floor.

"My heavens!" Flurrie gasped.

"Dude! Like, we'll cooperate!" Goombella pleaded.

"You people are crazy!" Hotdog said, making a run for the door.

One guard shot and missed. Flurrie blew wind at the guards making their masks fly off and revealing-

"Ahhhh! You have no faces?!" Goombella screamed. The bartender laughed and the faceless guards took aim again.

"Your underaged friend might have gotten away but you three aren't going anywhere."

"We don't want trouble. We're with Mario," Goombella said wearily.

"Ugh," Koops groaned.

"Bad time to wake up my dear. We might have meet our doom," Flurrie said checking her nails.

"Aww. I did to want to gameover like this. Wait-" Koops pulled out his cellphone. "One selfie with my friends? For good times?"

The bartender shrugged."Whatever you kids are into these days. Go ahead."

Koops turned his phone backwards and aimed it at himself, Goombella and Flurrie.

"Umm, Koops?" Goombella questioned.

"Oh, my front facing camera doesn't work so I take selfies like this-"

*Flash*

"Aaaaaaaaooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!"

The guards made an awful inhuman sound. Suddenly smoke and the smell of burning...chemicals filled the room. The faceless guards seemed in melt into their suits. The bartender cursed and retreated for a back room.

"RUN FOR IT!" Goombella commanded. They ran to the exit and rushed through the door. Right outside the entrance was a red sports car with Hotdog driving.

"You guys didn't think I'd leave you? Hop in!"

"But-" Goombella started to ask as Koops and Flurrie immediately jumped in. She realized she had no other choice. The car sped off way over the speed limit.

...

"Say Hotdog?" Koops spoke up. "Where did you learn to drive?"

"Mariokart, why?"

Goombella, Koops, and Flurrie immediately put on their seat belts. This was one messed up day.

Meanwhile...

The shadow of Mario lay defeated in the Steeple.

"Momma-mia, my head. Where-a am I? The Overthere?"

"Nope. Awwk!" someone or something responded.

"Who is it?"

"Who is it? Awwk!"

"Huh?"

"Awwk! Loser! Awwk!" Whistling noises were made.

"Am-a losing my mind. Is-a this parrot?"

"And a handsome one at that- Awwk!"

Mario stood up. It was dark and he felt like he'd been hit by a hundred Banzai Bills. He looked toward the only light source, a large glass window with a perpetual eerie moonlight shining through. Mario walked towards it, though he didn't knew why. He stood in the middle of the light and stared at the moon and instantaneously all of the previous events came back.

He had beaten Doopliss and yet something went wrong. Why was he still here? Where were his friends? Then for the first time, Mario noticed himself.

He was a shadow. The same shadow he had defeated.

"Awwk! Master got you good. Awwk!"

Mario didn't respond as he approached the bird cage and put the cover over it. He unhooked it from its stand and tucked it under his arm, taking it with him. He was going to get his body back, no matter what it took. Even if he'd have too...

...talk.

Later...

"Hey no biggie. You tried, slicks!" Fake Mario assured them.

"So you're not mad?" Goombella asked.

"Uh no..." Fake Mario looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Really... Cause we sure are! Koops, show him what they did to you."

Koops pulled up his sweatshirt, revealing a large burn on his chest area.

"Ooh boy. The kid needs to work on those abs," Fake Mario remarked.

"Umm, I meant the burn. They like, attacked us!"

"Well why didn't you say you had battles? Quick, give me all the experience you've earned!"

Everyone looked at Fake Mario dumbstruck.

"Mario, Gonzales, whatever- Look, I'm all for acting like a complete nut job, but this a bit serious ain't it?! This party stuff, the drinks, the sending us into a sadistic bar, the stolen car? Okay, that last one was my fault, but still- Enough is enough, eh Gonzales?" Hotdog said.

Everyone now stared at Hotdog dumbstruck.

"What? Y'all are whack!" Hotdog pulled out a random stick of bubble gum and chewed it defiantly.

"Now that's the Hotdog I know. But seriously he's right, Mario," Goombella approached 'Mario' pleadingly. "Like, we need to call it quits."

Fake Mario put on sunglasses and laughed. "Deal with it, slicks! Ha ha ha."

To be continued...