"Doing all right in there?" Bowser checked on Sarah.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
While Bowser was busy worrying about whether Sarah had healthy bowel movements, she was using her time creating a spear out of a thick wire she extracted from the toilet's inner mechanisms. She had charmed Bowser so that he wouldn't expect what she was about to do. It would be harder than she expected, though, as Bowser was standing guard at the bathroom door and showed no signs that he planned on leaving soon. Once she finished crafting her weapon, she slowly opened the door and walked out, hiding the spear behind her back.
"Thank God you're okay. I was sort of worried," Bowser admitted, blushing slightly. Sarah felt bad about what she was about to do because he seemed so sweet, but she knew two things: One, it had to be done. Two, he was only a computer.
As he turned to walk her back to her room, he smiled, and she returned the gesture. She slowly lifted her hand-crafted weapon into the air and swiftly brought it down into Bowser's back.
He roared in pain as Sarah began to run away. His claws and scales seeped out of his skin and his hair retreated back into his skull as he stomped after the rogue damsel. He lunged at her, and, slightly tearing her clothes, dug his nails deeply into her skin to the point that blood flowed out of her wounds. She let loose a bloodcurdling screech, causing Bowser to recoil only slightly. He breathed his soporific breath on her, and she fainted once again. He slung her limp body over his shoulder and dragged her back to her room.
He looked up at the room he had decorated and contemplated sadly. He had set up the pink canopy, painted the walls, and hung up the impressionist paintings all on his own. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried, a beautiful woman like Sarah could never love him as he loved her?
"God…" Will wretched, "I'm not kidding. I'm sick. I'm… gonna… hur—"
John looked back to make sure his brother was alright, and continued on his trek. As was the custom, Robert put his arm around Will and acted as a crutch to make sure that his friend was alright.
"Are you okay, buddy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine for now. Thanks."
A little further forward, Wesley spotted a floating object.
"Hey, what's that?" he peered ahead.
"It looks like a block," John remarked. The two raced ahead to the mysterious blocks while Robert lingered back with Will.
"Robert, you know, you're always there for me. I don't thank you enough for that."
"Aw, it's no problem. Anything for a friend."
"That's the thing. For a little while… I think I've liked you as, well, more than just a friend."
Robert just stood dumbly for a moment, looking at Will, whose eyes were averted, "Well, I'm flattered. I'm just not into, you know…"
"Yeah, sorry. I already knew that, I just… forget it."
Robert felt sorry for Will. He had just revealed his deepest secret, and all Robert could say was, "Alright," before they walked together in silence to catch up with their brothers.
"Hey!" Wesley shouted as they approached, "Look what was in these boxes we found in midair!"
Wesley held up four small mushrooms, "It's our emblem!"
Sure enough, when the mushrooms got in range of sight, a caption appeared on the entire team's glasses, reading "Mushroom team emblem—Try eating them when you're in trouble!"
"Look out!" Robert shouted to Will as a man sprinted right through him, knocking him to the ground. The man pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot at one of the blocks in midair as he ran by. The man caught the two shoes that came out and he passed one to the woman who John called Sierra, who trailed close behind him. With the shoes in their hands, the team moved at twice their former speed with only half the effort. So far, that was the only group ahead of Wesley's. As the sprinters ran ahead to a gape in the ground, prepared to descend into it, a group of beasts sprang up from it. The beasts raced out, prepared to attack all players in their way.
Thinking quickly, Wesley shouted to his team, "Don't use the mushrooms! Save yours for later!" and devoured his. As he did so, he grew exponentially, to the point where all the beasts looked like ants. He crushed the beasts under his weight, being careful to avoid the other players, and then picked up his teammates, and blew on the land behind him hard enough that the players were all forced back by the strong gust.
Now, Wesley's team was in the lead, far ahead of the other teams. Once he shrunk back to his normal size, he descended into the opening in the ground.
"Rosalina, look!" the Luma shouted, "It's a blue comet! We have to go there."
The Luma had granted Rosalina the ability to survive in outer space in return for the promise of shelter from the creature that attacked her earlier. Presently, they sat on a small, rocky planet, observing everything around them.
"You're right. If your mother is in any comet, it'll be that one," Rosalina smiled, although she knew inside that the Luma's mother was actually dead. How else could she just disappear? It was just like Rosalina's mother had done… disappeared.
The two soared through space using Rosalina's newly appointed magic and landed on the blue comet.
"Mommy!" the Luma called, "Mommy, I'm here! I came all the way here for you. I searched long and hard, but I found you! I did!" there was a brief pause as the Luma awaited its mother's response, "Mommy?"
Rosalina held the Luma tight as a solemn tear slowly streamed down her face.