Chapter 7: Escape
In the midst of flames and smoke, Boshi ran into a small grotto deep in the forest, where no Yoshi roamed. This was his home.
It was a simple abode, a small cave for sleeping, and a grassy area well protected by trees and foliage. Animals often visited the area, providing as Boshi's main source of food. Just outside the cave, hidden under bushes and bits of trees and sticks, was Boshi's greatest secret. It was too big for the cave, but it did make great use for a home decoration—
—A secret getaway plane. He had built it by scratch using spare sheet metal and parts from all around the island.
It was built for emergencies, of course.
The plane was a one person seater, with a hole in the back of the seat for Boshi's tail. It was relatively small, and could not realistically take off in the jungle. Not with all the trees in the way. Fortunately, Plot Armor was added to the exterior of the plane to accommodate for its shortcomings. The thing wasn't even painted, and so it took on a patchwork appearance of rusted grey and silver parts. Some of them pieces of cars or billboards.
Boshi wouldn't call himself a builder of machines, but it was a side hustle that he found enjoyable.
His true passion and calling in life was that of being a thief. This was because Boshi lived a pathetic life of scorn and blasphemy. He was hated by the other Yoshis, which started ever since he was a kid.
When Boshi, using his big nose, could smell flames and see smoke. He knew to run to his plane.
The problem for Boshi was that Wario had gotten to it first.
Now this was unusual, since Boshi was typically very fast. But for simplicities sake, Wario was closer to the plane at the time Boshi started running.
"What the fuck?!" Boshi screamed, "What THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
Wario yelled back from inside the plane, "eyy! Is this yours?!"
Boshi grit his teeth, "Damn well it is! And if you want to live, you better get off!"
The blue dinosaur pulled out a knife from somewhere, the metal glinting a grey-orange in the smoky sky.
Wario's eyes widened. He reached for the controls, turning the plane on. It started with a whirr of the motors. The propellers started spinning.
This escape option was risky, especially considering all the trees in the way. But the man had already committed murder and arson out of sheer impulse. There was no stopping him.
Wario laughed, "Nah!"
Boshi glared daggers from under his shades, "You won't steal my life's work,"
He clambered on the plane's wing, which tilted the aircraft slightly.
Now the plane was moving. Accelerating, even. Boshi held on for dear life, climbing ever so slightly towards Wario. His fingers grasped onto both wing and knife. He just had to stop the man before they-
-The plane hit a secret booster pad, hidden in the forest floor. Suddenly they were rocketing through the woods, tearing up the trees, scorching the ground, drawing a trail of destruction.
Boshi had been thrown off in the chaos, left to hurtle haplessly in the air until he smacked a tree headfirst. He lost conscious instantly.
The blue dinosuar would later wake up, miraculously unharmed by the burning fires. He staggered off to a hospital in the nearby village—only to find the village to be destroyed. Later, he'd get airlifted to a hospital elsewhere on the island. But he would succumb to his injuries that night. It was a true loss indeed. One that the Yoshi society would not miss much.
In any case, the plane Wario was in began to lift off in the air. It was lucky that he already knew how to fly a plane. He had owned one back in Wario land 3.
"Wahahaha! I have escaped my criminal activities once again!" Wario said.
He managed to get a 5 minute flight in before the plane began to sputter over the ocean waters.
"No…." Wario realized, eyes going wide. He was out of fuel. There was nowhere to land.
"Mamma mia!" Wario cried in despair. The plane began to plummet.
Realizing his new civic duty, he punched the eject button.
In a few short seconds, the seat launched out of the plane, carrying Wario with it. Part of the ejected seat opened up to reveal a parachute.
"HAh! That blue dino has got a talent for building," the fat man said, "It's a shame it only had to be used on stupid plot armor,"
The plane, currently being flown by nobody, careened into the water, where it sank. In 500 years time, a coral reef would grow on its skeleton. However, All the gas and oil and fluids would leak into the ocean. This would create a field of pollution that would last for about two hundred years. So Boshi can at least say that this was his contribution to existence.
Wario glided gracefully towards the water, whereupon he began to realize the true severity of the situation. His seat was weighty, and would sink instantly into the depths.
Desperately, Wario tried to pry his fat body free. Now that the plane was no longer keeping him cramped in, this was an easier task than expected.
He wrenched himself out of the chair, jumping into the water with moments to spare.
After this, he began a lengthy swim to land, unsure if he would survive the effort. He knew he couldn't go back to Yoshi's Island. Not anymore.
Well, at least he had a nice breakfast.
To fight the fires, Yoshi's Island had to call in several batches of Yoshi-copters
These creatures were normal Yoshis that had been transmogrified via magic. They were equipped with water buckets, and sent off.
After a fierce battle, everything eventually calmed down. Winds blew the flames apart, and an ensuing rainstorm took care of the rest.
In the end, 300 acres were burnt to ashes. Yoshi Village was destroyed, and hundreds of innocents died in the carnage.
Investigations on what exactly caused the fire eventually lead to literally nowhere, as all evidence was burnt to a crisp in the oncoming flames.
In a years time, the island would erect a monument in the center of Yoshi Village. It would serve as a way to honor the lives of those who perished in the tragedy.
In the deepest darkest corners, a revelation is to be had. Something that changes all.
The yellow one will pay for his sins against the forgotten.
