After slamming the door behind Tippi, Mario wandered through the grassy field of the first world. Jumping on the occasional goomba and koopa troopa as needed, he made his way through the stage searching for Bestiovious's house. After jumping over some floating blocks, he came across a green pipe and climbed in discovering a hidden room with a chest. The treasure of the day was a shroom shake but was it still good after being hidden in that room after how many years who knew? Mario frowned as he looked at the shake, deciding to test if it was edible with a quick slurp. For being hidden away, it tasted quite good, a flavor one could almost describe as... vanilla ? Oh well, he would drink it for now. he needed the energy.

"My lord, we've been wandering these halls for hours. There's no way out besides this abyss."
Bowser groaned as he looked down into the abyss with his minions. He was uncertain, of what lied below the darkness. For all he knew the fall was endless. Still, it was his only lead and despite his strength, he had failed to break through any of the locked doors of the castle.
Turning around he looked towards his magikoopas.
"Grah, do any of you pathetic hags have your brooms?"
"I do, my lord."
A magikoopa came forth, holding out his broom.
"That Count guy forgot to check me for weapons in the crowd. Suppose he overlooked me in all the chaos around Luigi's wedding."
Bowser scoffed at him. He would have a few words to say to his lover regarding what his brother had done today. First a serial killer, and now getting involved in some deranged cult? All while marrying a man, bowser was sure the green-clad moron barely knew? God help that naive fool.
Bowser looked towards the broom and then the magikoopas.
"No one else?"
The magikoopas shook their heads. He was hoping for a few more for a surveillance mission to see if anything lied below the abyss but alas he would have to alter those plans. With only one flying broomstick with a weight limit, and an unknown fate ahead of them Bowser opted instead to enact the emergency protocol.

It was after a long walk with his shroom shake did Mario come to a modestly sized house in the distance. Tapping his knuckles against the door he waited for the shuffling of feet only to hear none. Placing his hand on the knob he tilted it towards the right and pushed forward, the door opening with ease.
"Anyone home?"
Mario called as he entered the home searching for people as he slurped on his shroom shake only to find no one. The strange home wasn't only void of life but also of furniture, he had never seen a home so bare. Clearly, this was not the home of the legendary Bestovious.
"Hmm…"
Mario hummed to himself looking at the empty home. Flipside's hotel was sort of expensive and saving another ten coins meant another drink at Garson's bar. Perhaps he could claim this house as his own? The place certainly looked abandoned.
Mario sat down on the middle of the floor, placing his shroom shake down to rest a hand on his chin. Sure the walls looked a bit dreary but a good paint job could fix that. Maybe a light shade of red will work? He wondered as he examined the walls. Painting the home was a simple task, but finding furniture for his new abode would come with its own challenges. For one he wasn't sure if flipside sold furniture or the residents had it imported and even if flipside did sell furniture was it even affordable?
Mario frowned, shaking his head. The town looked like a haven for the rich, how was a poor countryman like him gonna afford a decent bed and couch to sleep on? With his drinking expenses from the bar, it'd be years before he could even afford a chair.
He sighed, finally getting up from the ground. Perhaps if he acted pitiful enough Garson might bless him with one of his bar stools out of kindness. It wasn't as long of a shot compared to beating this Count Bleck dude by himself in a fight. Merlon himself had said he was not the chosen hero so he might as well accept that reality and find a place to settle down. Honestly, he wasn't going anywhere and while destiny had said he would not be this land's savior, it didn't say he couldn't search for his brother and lover. He was still going to find them or at the very least die trying in doing so.
Mario walked towards the front door, tossing his now empty shroom shake into a corner of the room before pulling the door open and heading outside.

His minions led Princess Peach to the front of the crowd. Even in this dreary castle, she still managed to maintain her elegance, walking gracefully to the front to face Bowser. Several years ago, she and Mario had discussed with him what would take place if a dangerous situation ever arose. Specifically, his kingdom being overthrown. Mario had already performed the task several times, well versed in the intricate details. The man would always plead with him to be filled to the brink after all. He honestly had believed Mario would be the only one to perform this task, never imagining an event would occur that would cause the two to be separated. Alas, Princess Peach was the most fertile vessel available. None of his other soldiers had near the capacity to hold as many eggs as she did. A part of him was sad that in a sense, he would be the man to take her virginity. She'd always talked about finding a loving handsome man to rule with her in the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario had even tried to help a few times, taking her back to his world to troll the bars in hopes of finding her a half-decent man.
Of course, a trail of guys hurling in the toilet failed to appeal to her. In her words, she wanted a man who wasn't a 'Drunkass'. He supposed the request was reasonable but alas, it was hard to find a man who could maintain a decent sense of sobriety.
She bowed her body curtly to him, awaiting his orders.
"Peach."
He began, motioning the crowd of goomba koopas, magickoopas, and dry-bones away to speak with her alone.
"Ya remember that talk me and Mario had with you? Several years ago…"

Nastasia was one of the few people in this world who could even comprehend his situation. The error in his body that led him to conceal every part of himself. All for the sake of becoming king. A king so powerful and mighty, his physical form being exposed would no longer matter.
Quietly she entered. A quick glance and he could tell her face was dripping with the remains of dried tears. Like his wrists, her own were a mess of cuts and blood. It was miraculous that Count Bleck had managed to prevent her life from ending at all.
"Hey…" she trailed off. Giving off a light smile as she examined the slash mark's on Dimentio's arms as he sat upward on his bed.
"Ahahaha, nice to see you alive my dear."
Dimentio smiled happily through his mask. While still feeling a bit weary, he appreciated her company. Especially with what had gone on not too long ago.
"Same to you k."
Nastasia replied, taking a seat beside Dimentio on the bed.
"So uhh, now that Luigi's chaotic state is formed-"
Nastasia tapped her fingers on his bed lightly.
"Like um, do you have any questions? About the ritual?"
Dimentio went silent. While he had a basic grasp of anatomy and the processes revolving around such 'anatomy' he had never experienced the act associated with that 'anatomy'.
He lowered his head down.
"Ermm, yes, a few actually."
In a way, the words that followed came naturally. He asked about many things. How long the act would last and if any pain would follow. He asked how it would feel, and the many ways he could convince Luigi to end the act as quickly as possible so he would not have to deal with a foreign organ inside him for too long. He even asked Nastasia about how to deal with the one thing he was desperately lacking.
"Well, on the matter of what you don't have."
Nastasia began, resting a hand below her chin as she contemplated what to say next.
"Remember, it means nothing in the grand scheme of things."
Dimentio stayed still, nodding softly.
"I mean really k, it's nothing extraordinary or anything. Truthfully, I'd give you mine if I could."
Dimentio snorted.
"What are you suggesting dear? You trade yours for mine like a customer bartering for goods at a vendor's stall? Oh, how I wish that were possible."
Nastasia gave a sad smile.
"My dude, a lot of time I wish the very same things you do."

"Ahh god… it… it hurts!"
Peach cried out as Bowser moved inside her. He was not thrilled with this either, strongly detesting the feeling of being inside anything even resembling a vagina. Sadly, it had to be done. With the weight limit on the magickoopas broom, it made much more sense to send eggs rather than full-grown minions to search for land beyond the abyss. With how light his eggs were, he could easily send the magikoopa with a small army on hand. This would be needed if the newfound cult Luigi joined decided to put an end to his minion's games.
Looking down at Peaches' flushed body, he tried to show her an ounce of romance for her 'first-time' lightly caressing her cheek with his paw while running another one through her hair. This failed to provide any comfort though, as his claw had accidentally rubbed across her face causing a large cut to appear above her eye. She yowled in pain, and Bowser decided it was best to withhold any more attempts at kind gestures for now.

Mario traveled back through the grassy field of world 1 as night fell. His legs had started to tire and any hope of finding his brother and lover began to fade away. Staring up at the sky, he could see the void whirling above him. For now, it was quite small, only taking up the equivalent of a large grape-fruit firework within the clouds. He paused, finding himself unsure where to go from here. Without the ability to flip Dimensions he would not be able to find 'red' the man destined to save the universe from destruction. As for finding his lover and brother where would he even begin to look? From what Garson had told him about flipsides surroundings upon entering the bar, he had found that the town was literally floating in the sky. Beyond the doorway to world one, there was nowhere else for him to search. He kept walking, coming across the warp pipe that had held his treasured shroom shake. It was a pity, he could not afford to buy his own. The coins he collected on the road leading to his new home would only afford him a few dozen glasses of milk. He couldn't waste the coins on one expensive dessert. Especially when getting wasted would be his life for the coming days.

Bloated and in serious pain, Princess Peach clutched her abdomen, moaning as she felt bowser's eggs shift around inside her. He had managed to pack her to the brink, forcing a cluster of five hundred tiny eggs to incubate themselves in her body. He had failed to mention the chance that she may not survive the birth, much less the trauma caused by his large girth. In the case of her death, he had ordered the minions to rip the eggs out of her body by force, once the sperm whirling around inside her had enough time to fertilize them of course. Being kept warm in her mother pouch, her body should start naturally dispelling the eggs in twenty-four hours. Once she released them all he would have his magickoopa collect them, throwing them all into a large bag before having him search for help beyond the abyss.
He watched as a crowd of his minions took her away.
She would be safe with them.
Bowser thought to himself.
They had found a quiet out of the way closet for her to hide into until it was time for the birth. If at any point the cult tried to attack them, hopefully, she'd be safe there, as the small room had not appeared to be used in years. A part of him believed the room would be overlooked due to the large swarm of minions running through the place.
Hoping for the best, he sat down by the ledge, thinking of Mario as he vowed to reunite with him again someday.