Fawful looked around, going through many beanish unlike him.
Where are you?!
When it all feels like everything's impossible…
Fawful pressed back his antennae, or Stem as it's called.
And you don't fit right in a crowd.
He sparked magic, and held it in his hands.
Hold it...Hold it...YEA!
Go wild and break the mold.
He drew out his gun, and put the energy inside.
The noise it hummed was music to his ears.
If you don't try you'll never fly.
He twirled it, smiling.
He ran ahead, clearing his path.
NO, he just shot the air, scaring everyone away.
But you gotta be brave, yeah.
Starla itched her head, looking down.
Say you're out of luck ,
Fawful nudged her shoulder, and thumped her forehead.
Knocked down in the dust ..
She smiled bit, and rubbed her eyes.
She then chased him.
You've got a fragile heart
She walked straight, but ,kept nodding off occasionally.
I know, so do I.
She wouldn't go to sleep, although she wanted to.
The nightmares were too much for her.
Stuck, you're strugglin'.
Fawful talked everyone into setting up camp, where she fell asleep.
Harder to believe that .
He, in a rare moment, took off his cloak, and put it over her.
He went outside, and looked at the void.
Things may fall apart, but
He sat down, and sighed.
He wouldn't give up, either.
You can't give up the fight, yeah.
Starla was awesome in battle.
Fawful didn't know, it was just so entertaining when the sweet ones get mad.
Sometimes, running on low.
He helped her up.
"How about a Bros. Attack?"
Fawful grinned, and twirled his gun.
Takes you all the way home .
She held out her staff, charging ahead.
He carefully shot the bulb, and she spun on her feet to catch it and slam her staff down on the enemy./
Prove how far you can go.
Words of a wise old man rang in her head.
"How many 13 year olds could do what you are doing, WATCH IT!"
You've gotta show the world!
She tumbled to the ground. And winced upon impact.
Frick, frick frick..She started to stand up.
When it all feels like everything's impossible.
Fawful slid in front of her, giving her more time to.
And you don't fit right in a crowd
She got up, and they repeated their Bros. Attack.
Go wild and break the mold .
They stood, side by side.
If you don't try you'll never fly.
Tired, Knowing, Merciful.
Energized, Oblivious, Trigger-happy.
But you gotta be brave, yeah.
Popple wiped his eyes, sitting on the ground.
There is a remedy .
Vivian floated up to the shadow, and he looked at her.
"What do you want?"
"To talk."
Patched up easily.
She told him, that she was like him.
It was hard, but she changed too.
"But you're like...1000 years ol-"
"That doesn't matter. The point is, I got through it."
Learn to love yourself.
She held his hand.
"I know Mario. I know the princess, I know Luigi. I know for a fact they'll all support you."
And never hide the scars.
She helped him up, and hugged him.
"This is gonna be fast, so brace yourself."
"Wait- wh-"
He was taken into the shadows.
Hey, there's been damage done.
Popple wobbled upon surface, but Vivian helped him get steadied.
He saw the eyes of concerned "family"
But the battle's won .
Nastasia approached him, and stated.
"...I could actually tell." She then wrapped her arms around him.
You were strong enough.
Popple started to cry, when everyone grouped into a hug.
He expected the opposite.
To get to where you are, yeah.
Popple spun his knives, and ran ahead.
He called himself the shadow thief because of two things.
He could hide like a shadow (pffft) and was as FAST as a shadow.
He raced Vivian to prove it.
Sometimes, running on low.
He had gotten so bad, that he couldn't look at the good he had.
He needed something different.
Takes you all the way home .
He was in control now.
He was an adult, legally, he's got this.
Prove how far you can go .
His yellow eyes gleamed, as he spun to a stop, the knives stuck in his enemy.
You've gotta show the world!
He was another unique beanish.
He dropped his beanish name.
He has unusual yellow eyes.
And his skin wilts slowly.
When it all feels like everything's impossible.
He smiled widely.
For the first time in a while, it was genuine.
And you don't fit right in a crowd .
He didn't hesitate, he was doing good.
Go wild and break the mold .
He felt confident again.
He was Popple again.
If you don't try you'll never fly .
Cocky, Smart-Alec, Merciful.
But you gotta be brave, yeah.
Fawful looked across the room.
On the other side, his friend stood.
No…
This can't be her.
You can stand tall.
This wasn't the girl that saved him.
This wasn't the girl who spent countless hours awake perfecting a map to save everyone.
You can stay strong .
This wasn't her.
This was a plant.
A puppet that looks like her.
Starbean.
You can show everyone .
She waited, like a doll waiting to be clicked on.
Maybe...if he stood still.
She wouldn't move.
You were your own.
She lost her patience.
She charged forwards, and her eyes flicked blue for a split second, before she grabbed Fawful's drawn raygun.
Let 'em all know .
Fawful went to sweep under her legs, but she moved her arm down to grab it, without breaking her gray-eyed contact.
That you can be brave.
He was in a stand-still.
She had one hand on his gun, and the other hand on his leg.
One move, and she would flip him.
When it all feels like everything's impossible.
But he kept her still, until a set of claws hit her back. She retaliated by dropping Fawful, and running off.
And you don't fit right in a crowd .
Fawful got up, and saw the drops of life substance that she left behind.
Bowser got her good.
Go wild and break the mold .
Bowser set his clean hand on his shoulder, and shoved him ahead, lightly.
He looked back, at his other hand.
Just a puppet that looks like her…
If you don't try you'll never fly .
He saw her save many common enemies.
He saw her in those eyes.
He would save her.
But you gotta be brave, yeah.
Cold. Silent. Trigger-happy.
But you gotta be brave, yeah.
