Just so you know, this isn't really my true head-canon. I just wasn't sure what to write for Wendy. Though, it does seem plausible... maybe I'll make it real to me. Hope you enjoy.
I had an accident when I was one.
There's not really much to tell… it's a pretty short story, despite how long it has affected me.
I wanted everything and anything that was shiny. Actually, I wanted everything and anything, period. And if I didn't get it, I'd throw a huge tantrum until I did.
But I think everyone was just exaggerating, just because I was the first girl. They always whine about my tantrums. If anything, I just complain a little bit.
Anyway, it happened on a day when we got a lot of new servants, since Morton's egg was going to hatch any day now, and Larry's was close to being laid.
I was sitting in the bathroom, waiting for the Wash Boos to cater to my daily bath needs. There was a Paratroopa there, a newbie… I think his name was Blurr or something. He's in the Troops now, and he's a fairly high ranked solider. But when he first came to the castle, he was pretty young, around fifteen. He was told to keep an eye on me, while the Wash Boos were summoned from being Queen Mom's nursemaids and coming to care for me.
I remember he was really nervous. I don't think he knew what to do with me. It didn't help when I saw a bottle of something very shiny and clamored for it. It was a silver, diamond-shaped bottle, with a fancy purple label on it, which had been left on the counter.
He wasn't sure what I had wanted, and had tried to sooth me. Of course, being the child that my family says I was, and still am, I apparently started screaming for the bottle. I don't believe it for a second, though. I'm the most perfect daughter a Koopa King could ask for!
Anyway, after I had 'thrown a tantrum', he finally figured out that what I wanted was the bottle. He was really uneasy at this point, so he just gave it to me without much thought, in order to 'quiet me down'. I think he had said something along the lines of 'what harm could she possibly do'?
More than either of us realized, to be honest.
There was a large explosion from outside. The Paratroopa had rushed out of the washroom in order to check on what had happened, forgetting about me.
The blast had startled me, and the bottle had fallen out of my hands, landing on the floor. It wasn't enough to break it, but the top, which had already been loose, managed to pop off.
I grabbed at the bottle, upset that it had gone from my grasp, and shook it. I… this is embarrassing, but I guess I didn't have the bottle anymore and I was trying to punish it or something… taking the blame out on the bottle and trying to teach it a lesson! It sounds ridiculous, I know, but that's not important.
What's important is what happened next.
There was a cream inside of the bottle, and, when I shook it, it flew out and landed on my head. I was confused, and mad that the bottle had 'spit' on me, I swung it even more. This resulted in more cream being flung onto the top of my head, making me madder, causing me to shake the bottle even harder. This cycle continued until the bottle was empty, and I flung it across the room, where it clattered against the door and bounced back, finally stopping a few feet away from me.
I huffed impatiently, waiting for the Wash Boos to hurry up and get to the washroom so that they could get the cream off of my head.
I would've tried to clean it up myself, but Queen Mom had just painted my claws the cutest shade of pink, and even when I was a toddler, I knew the importance of manicures, and I didn't want to wreck them.
I sat there for a few minutes, irritated, admiring my nails and watching them gleam in the light.
That's when the burning started.
It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but the longer I sat there, the worse it got, until it felt like my head was on fire. I soon started crying and screaming from the pain.
The Paratroopa showed up after a moment, panicked upon seeing me crying, and he left as soon as he arrived to find the Wash Boos.
Five minutes later, they arrived on the scene. The moment the oldest spotted my white head and the bottle on the floor, she immediately grabbed me and dumped my head under the sink and washed the cream off of my head as quickly and as gently as she could. At least it hadn't gotten into my eyes or ears.
It turned out that the bottle had actually been filled with a strong hair removal cream, and it had burned my head, ruining my scalp. I learned later that, because of how long it had been left in, the cream had singed the roots and ruined the… I think Ludwig called them… follicles? Anyway, because of it, I'd be bald for the rest of my life. Since I didn't have very much hair at that age, I didn't notice it at first. I thought I'd grow some later, and it never bothered me at first.
But after I was a few years older, probably four or five, I noticed other female Koopas my age that had lots of hair, and I became very self-conscious and jealous. I think there was one time that I was trying to get someone's hair off of them so that I could have it. Obviously, it didn't work, so to cover it up, I wore a bow and lots of makeup, and did whatever I could to seem feminine and attractive. Because who could like someone that didn't have flowing, gorgeous locks? Even now I think boys only like me for my money… too bad for them. I use it all for me.
I had an accident when I was one.
Because of it, I don't have hair, and I never will.
But it's not like I need hair to be drop dead gorgeous, like I totally am right now!
…
…Right?