Well, I'm starting to get back in the swing of things in the past week, after being off and on ever since last September... So, let's start things off with a new story for April Fools!
This story won't be too long, and shouldn't take long to complete. Maybe 3-4 chapters.
Anyway, enjoy!
Bowser wakes up in his bed, drenched in sweat. Several nightmares plagued his mind; although the koopa king couldn't remember each dream, the dread still remains within him. He lays in his bed, gasping for air when his bedroom door opens. On the other side, his daughter Wendy frowns as she holds two outfits, still on their hangers.
"Not now…" Bowser groaned, figuring what Wendy's purpose of being here is. She probably spent his credit card money on those stupid outfits and many more. He should care, but… He's too exhausted.
"Daddy!" Wendy approaches his bedside, the two outfits still in tow, "The Mushroom Kingdom orphanage ran out of money! I've been crying for hours! Those poor kids!"
Bowser's eyes bulge. Who is this, and what did they do to his daughter? This would never come from WENDY, of all koopas.
"So I'm trying to donate or sell most of my wardrobe to help them!" Wendy continued, "I'm thinking about only keeping these two outfits, and getting rid of the rest. Whatcha think, Daddykins?"
Bowser continues staring at her, speechless.
"Hmm," Wendy acknowledged, "Maybe-"
"Well, the C programming language was made in the early 1970s," the duo hear a voice outside Bowser's door, "The power behind C comes from the fact that data can be stored directly to memory, which speeds up the running time. This memory allocation is why I've been using the C family for my inventions, and I believe that'll allow the impossible to become possible. I'm thinking about using the algorithms I programmed to allow my latest invention to happen."
Bowser's ears perk as the voice approaches the room. He knows this is Ludwig-speak, but the voice sounds… Awfully off compared to his eldest son's. A slight Brooklyn ring to it, just like...
Oh no…
Bowser's fears become reality when Roy and Morton enter his room. The duo appear normal—Roy still dons his shades and the star on Morton's left cheek remains intact. But their behavior… Roy's spouting computer science while Morton's fascinated in the subject.
"That's so awesome!" Morton grinned, "I hope you're successful in that invention, Roy!"
"Yeah. The code's still running, but it should be fine," Roy plops down on a chair adjacent to Bowser's bed, "Then, we'll be able to use the Internet to teleport everywhere we want! Hahahahahaha!"
Wendy smiles, "That will be so great to use when I move my wardrobe to the orphanage!"
"Orphanage?" Morton gasped, "Oh no! Those poor kids! Is Peach closing it?! I'll help you with moving that stuff too!"
Wendy, Roy and Morton converse amongst themselves. Meanwhile, the confusion within Bowser transforms into anger. There's no way these can be his children. They're too… Different.
"OUT!" Bowser shouted, "All of you! GET OUT!"
The trio jump in fear as they scramble out of the king's room. Bowser sighs; Wendy left her two outfits beside his bed. He may as well return them to her… Or see if Ludwig knows what's happening. Maybe it's one of his dumb inventions.
Or perhaps he just needs an entire pot of coffee. Maybe he's just living in one of those nightmares. He hopes a cup of joe will dispel this horrifying fantasy.
Bowser heads towards the kitchen, luckily not seeing any of his misfit kids on the way. He enters the kitchen, where Larry's baking a few batches of cookies.
"Good morning, Dad!" Larry gives Bowser an innocent smile.
"Morning Larry," Bowser grinned, "Baking cookies I see?"
"Yeah, it's all part of my plan, Dad!"
Bowser releases a sigh of relief as he places an empty coffee pot into the coffee machine, then fills it with water. Within minutes, black coffee drips into the pot.
"I'm glad you're normal, Larry. Those three bald brats are insane," Bowser continued, "So, what's your scheme?"
"Well, I'm baking cookies! Wendy and I decided to host a fundraiser for the orphanage!" Larry cheered, "And I figured, with my secret ingredient, everything will work out!"
"Okaaaay," Bowser's eyes widened, "Are you adding something to them? Something that'll brainwash them, or turn them into brainless drones?"
Larry giggles, "No no, silly Dad! My secret ingredient is cream cheese! The toads sure love my chocolate chip cookies when I add cream cheese in them! These need to sell fast, so the orphanage can remain open. Those poor kids!"
"This must be part of a sneaky, lying, cheating plan of yours, Larry."
"Don't be silly, Dad! People who steal, spy, lie and cheat are… Well, they're still good people who stand behind their terrible life decisions, sadly. We need more kindness, respect and love in the world," Larry preached.
Bowser didn't even bother checking on his coffee. He needed to flee from the fourth disaster of a kid.
In the living room, Bowser watches TV, attempting to take his mind off his kids' weirdness. He settles on the latest episode of All My Koopas. He sighs in relief as the characters' personalities remain the same as they have the past forty years; at least some things never change.
Within the audio, he hears a humming. He assumes it's from the show, until he mutes the TV during the commercial break but the humming continues. Bowser looks to his right and gasps.
On the floor is Iggy, cross-legged, back straight, arms out and his thumbs touching his middle fingers. With closed eyes, he continues his monotonous humming.
Bowser scratches his head. Iggy doesn't meditate; he can't hold still for that long.
"Iggy, get up and stop pretending to be a yogi!"
Iggy doesn't budge.
Bowser sighs before unmuting the TV and blasts the sound, drowning out Iggy's hums. But the TV doesn't drown the screams from a crying Ludwig, who storms into the living room. Bowser glares at the koopaling. He never cries.
"D-Dad! He's after me again!" Ludwig sobbed.
Bowser glares at his eldest son, "Who is?"
"Where are you, punk?!" Bowser turns around and spots Lemmy, fuming as he dashes towards Ludwig. Ludwig trips over Iggy, who snaps out of his pose and tosses the eldest koopaling behind the couch before returning to his hums.
"Lemmy?!" Bowser groaned, "Seriously. What's wrong with you kids?!"
Lemmy ignores Bowser, instead sneering as he pokes the back of Iggy's head. Without opening his eyes, Iggy reaches for Lemmy and also tosses him. A chorus of groans erupt as the two eldest koopalings collide.
"..." Bowser sighed before turning on the Dark Land news.
His eyes bulge at the scene. The news footage shows toad soldiers marching, each looking emotionless as they turn to face Peach's castle. On the balcony sit Mario, Luigi and Peach - all three smirking.
"What?!" Bowser yelped.
"Ahh, strange day you're having, hmm?" a blue-robed figure approached the confused koopa.
"Kamek?!" Bowser groaned, "Is this your doing?"
"Are you blaming me for something, underling?" Kamek scolded.
"Underling?! Excuse me?!" Bowser roared.
"Yes, underling. After all, I'm the King. You work for me. Keep your tone down, servant," Kamek brushed off the statement, "But, I believe I know what's causing your predicament, and I will offer my aid. You can refer to this as… A mutual pact."
"Huh?" Bowser asked, " How?! Get me out of here!"
"Easy. To return to your world, just fit into the madness, underling," Kamek advised, "If you play into the differences, this universe will reject you."
"How do I do that?"
Kamek smirks, "Well, you usually lose… Right?"
"Uhh…" Bowser's cheeks turn red.
"Yes. Yes, you do," Kamek answered, "So, this time… The only way you can return… Is if you defeat the Mario Brothers."