I apologise for this being late, and not being the one I said I would do...
I didn't have the muse for it...
Sorry to anyone who wanted Breaking The Habit or Bring Me To Life...
Fawful pulled on his cloak, taking a deep breath.
I never wanted to be another gear in that corrupted world's machine…
Behind him, darkness swirled in a hue of purple, green, and black.
All my life felt like a dream.
His eyes glew red, and he cackled insanely into the darkness.
I was never who I really wanted me to be.
He was cut off by the Mario brothers, literally kicking him in the head.
But then God shattered that dream's cage.
Fawful tumbled through the rain, as Dark Fawful Bug.
And rose me up to a new stage.
He was lifted up, inside a bottle.
"Hey there.."
Cut it away like a sharp knife.
Fawful couldn't see.
Why…
Why couldn't he see?
No no no game no life.
Soon, his vision flooded in, and instead of the darkness that surrounded it.
One thing was what he saw.
A tiny girl, about his age.
Now suddenly there's a new twist.
He grinned, and as his hearing dissolved into adults talking, he tackled the small girl.
He had just almost destroyed the world.
And his actions were taken in with kindness.
A reason to really exist.
That didn't stop the bean from wanting the world.
I wanna breathe in the fame..
He was quiet, mostly.
He was plotting what he was going to do.
As this whole new world cheers my name!
So, he made himself at home.
He made a little lab, in his room.
Midbus and all his inventing means were there.
I'll never leave it to fate.
He laughed, as electricity from his head sparked.
Not inspiration pure electricity.
So when I see a chance I'll pave the way.
He put on his headgear, and flew around.
I'll call checkmate!
Even though he had upgraded his headgear.
He didn't leave.
He...couldn't?
This is the time to break through.
He wanted to make a new world, all for himself, in the name of his mistress.
But...did..did he need his own country?
He...had a family here.
He needed functionality, and they paid for his meals.
So I'll rewrite the story and finally change all the rules.
So, he closed the doors, and started waiting.
Maybe...when he could properly use his genius.
WE ARE MAVERICK.
He watched as they met Popple.
He watched the kindness he earned get used again.
We won't give in.
He smiled, widely, at O'Chunks, as they carried the frozen bean.
Until we win this game.
The slightly older Fawful, leapt into Cackletta's arms.
"MISTRESS!"
Though I don't know, what tomorrow holds.
Antasma floated around, and Fawful laughed as he hit his head on the pillar.
In character, Dimentio did the same.
I'll make a bet and play my cards to win this game.
Mimi smiled, hitting him lightly on the shoulder.
"Lighten up on him, you were just the same."
Unlike the rest.
Nastasia smiled, as she pretended to write things down.
In reality, she had stopped long ago.
Her desk was full of neatly organized doodles.
I'll do my best and I won't ever lose.
Count Bleck placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling as well.
To give up this chance would be a deadly sin.
Timpani walked up, smiled at them.
So let us bet it all.
Fawful grinned.
He would never lose this.
I'll put all my faith in us so let the games begin.
