The WAR in WARIO
A/N: Yet another chapter completed! You must think it takes me YEARS to come up with these chapters, but when I get a spare moment it takes me about 15 minutes. Sorry about the month hold-up. You know the deal, finals and stuff.
Thanks to all of you lovely reviewers!
Aliceamyrose-wow thanks! Hehe I haven't given up yet! Now that school's out it gives me more time to write.
FaerieYoshiInfo-thankies! I know how hard it is to read a fanfic plagued by lots of spelling mistakes, so I try hard! (actually, my spellchecker tries hard for me, hehe)
Miles (Daddy DJ Mix-yup this is where Wario gets his revenge, and with a friend too.thank you for the nice review ^_^
Martrix()-this one's for you! I decided that you were right about Luigi needing his own torturer.
LIZ()-that was an interesting review. I'll take that into consideration.
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To say Wario was angry would be an understatement. He was seething. He was in such a rage that you could practically see steam rising from his ears. The group sitting cross-legged and huddled together on the floor all gave a great jump when a loud crash of thunder above them announced that it was storming
Wario looked up at the sky through one of the high windows. It was indeed storming outside, with raindrops that sounded like bullets banging on the windows. Wario's attitude changed abruptly. Everyone knows that bad guys can't win on warm, sunny days. Everyone also knows that good guys can't win on dark, stormy nights. He smirked evilly, which made the participants of truth-or-dare get to their feet and begin backing away.
Wario set down the Styrofoam packing pellets for a moment and started toward Mario. There was a frightened, high-pitched "Momma Mia!" and everybody scattered. Mario knew he was going to be the first to get pounded, so he ran to the nearest closet.
Wario grasped the metal doorknob and it slipped beneath his hand. Locked. He took out a pocketknife, flicked open his lock pick, and shoved it into the keyhole. A couple fruitless turns told him that Mario was holding the lock in place.
Well, if Mario wanted to be that way, fine. Wario took off his shoes and shuffled around on the carpet in his goomba socks. He noted that the room was now completely deserted. He shuffled back and grabbed the metal doorknob. *ZAP* "MOMMA MIA!" Several phrases unheard-of in Super Mario games issued from the closet as Wario ripped the door off its hinges. He decided that Super Mario needed a Super wedgie. Wario nailed him, by the straps of his overalls, to the ceiling fan.
"One down." thought Wario to himself.
Just at that moment the door behind him burst open. Wario spun around and saw a tall, lanky silhouette standing in the doorway. The guy stepped inside and shook himself off a bit. Wario squinted to get a better look. "It couldn't be." he thought as he smirked broadly.
A cold and soaked Waluigi entered the room. He put on a smug look, as he glanced from Wario to Mario, who was swaying slightly on the ceiling fan. He walked over to Wario, giving the string hanging down from the fan a tug, which made Mario spin around on the fan.
They both had a good evil laugh over this before moving on. "If you were Luigi, where would YOU hide?" Wario wondered out loud.
"Obviously not somewhere too dark and scary, the wuss." Replied Waluigi.
And Luigi might have gotten away with where he was hiding if he hadn't been muttering a "there are no scary things in this dark cupboard" mantra to himself. The cupboard doors opened and they dragged Luigi out. "Funnily enough," commented Waluigi as they tried to drown Luigi in Styrofoam packing pellets, "this is the only Mario brother who has the appropriate letter on his forehead." They both laughed and left Luigi stuffed in the bag of Styrofoam.
Next were the princesses, Peach and Daisy, who they duct taped to the wall. Wario and Waluigi examined their work and high-fived each other for a job well done. They exited through the back and slammed the door so forcefully that Mario crashed down from the ceiling with the fan.
Half an hour later, bruised, dizzy, spitting out Styrofoam packing pellets, and sticky, Mario and the gang sat down in front of the TV. Unfortunately, the weatherman had just announced that the next few days were gonna be dark and rainy.
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A/N: Well, what did ya'z think? Next chapter the bad guys get to do truth or dare (and I need some good suggestions for that) while the good guys suffer through the storm. You'll get to see what happened to Toad too.hehe. Push the little button down there that says review.pretty please?
A/N: Yet another chapter completed! You must think it takes me YEARS to come up with these chapters, but when I get a spare moment it takes me about 15 minutes. Sorry about the month hold-up. You know the deal, finals and stuff.
Thanks to all of you lovely reviewers!
Aliceamyrose-wow thanks! Hehe I haven't given up yet! Now that school's out it gives me more time to write.
FaerieYoshiInfo-thankies! I know how hard it is to read a fanfic plagued by lots of spelling mistakes, so I try hard! (actually, my spellchecker tries hard for me, hehe)
Miles (Daddy DJ Mix-yup this is where Wario gets his revenge, and with a friend too.thank you for the nice review ^_^
Martrix()-this one's for you! I decided that you were right about Luigi needing his own torturer.
LIZ()-that was an interesting review. I'll take that into consideration.
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To say Wario was angry would be an understatement. He was seething. He was in such a rage that you could practically see steam rising from his ears. The group sitting cross-legged and huddled together on the floor all gave a great jump when a loud crash of thunder above them announced that it was storming
Wario looked up at the sky through one of the high windows. It was indeed storming outside, with raindrops that sounded like bullets banging on the windows. Wario's attitude changed abruptly. Everyone knows that bad guys can't win on warm, sunny days. Everyone also knows that good guys can't win on dark, stormy nights. He smirked evilly, which made the participants of truth-or-dare get to their feet and begin backing away.
Wario set down the Styrofoam packing pellets for a moment and started toward Mario. There was a frightened, high-pitched "Momma Mia!" and everybody scattered. Mario knew he was going to be the first to get pounded, so he ran to the nearest closet.
Wario grasped the metal doorknob and it slipped beneath his hand. Locked. He took out a pocketknife, flicked open his lock pick, and shoved it into the keyhole. A couple fruitless turns told him that Mario was holding the lock in place.
Well, if Mario wanted to be that way, fine. Wario took off his shoes and shuffled around on the carpet in his goomba socks. He noted that the room was now completely deserted. He shuffled back and grabbed the metal doorknob. *ZAP* "MOMMA MIA!" Several phrases unheard-of in Super Mario games issued from the closet as Wario ripped the door off its hinges. He decided that Super Mario needed a Super wedgie. Wario nailed him, by the straps of his overalls, to the ceiling fan.
"One down." thought Wario to himself.
Just at that moment the door behind him burst open. Wario spun around and saw a tall, lanky silhouette standing in the doorway. The guy stepped inside and shook himself off a bit. Wario squinted to get a better look. "It couldn't be." he thought as he smirked broadly.
A cold and soaked Waluigi entered the room. He put on a smug look, as he glanced from Wario to Mario, who was swaying slightly on the ceiling fan. He walked over to Wario, giving the string hanging down from the fan a tug, which made Mario spin around on the fan.
They both had a good evil laugh over this before moving on. "If you were Luigi, where would YOU hide?" Wario wondered out loud.
"Obviously not somewhere too dark and scary, the wuss." Replied Waluigi.
And Luigi might have gotten away with where he was hiding if he hadn't been muttering a "there are no scary things in this dark cupboard" mantra to himself. The cupboard doors opened and they dragged Luigi out. "Funnily enough," commented Waluigi as they tried to drown Luigi in Styrofoam packing pellets, "this is the only Mario brother who has the appropriate letter on his forehead." They both laughed and left Luigi stuffed in the bag of Styrofoam.
Next were the princesses, Peach and Daisy, who they duct taped to the wall. Wario and Waluigi examined their work and high-fived each other for a job well done. They exited through the back and slammed the door so forcefully that Mario crashed down from the ceiling with the fan.
Half an hour later, bruised, dizzy, spitting out Styrofoam packing pellets, and sticky, Mario and the gang sat down in front of the TV. Unfortunately, the weatherman had just announced that the next few days were gonna be dark and rainy.
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A/N: Well, what did ya'z think? Next chapter the bad guys get to do truth or dare (and I need some good suggestions for that) while the good guys suffer through the storm. You'll get to see what happened to Toad too.hehe. Push the little button down there that says review.pretty please?