Really? Another Chapter? So soon? Think of it as an apology for the horrid last chapter. xD

And sorry about the broken cliffhanger. As I said in the reviews, it was completely my fault. I was tired at 3:30 in the morning. Can you blame me?

As for the dark voice and the shadowy figure, they're two different, um, people I'll say. I stuck a clue as to the identity of the figure in the first paragraph. Let me know in the reviews if you found it, but don't say where. I want everyone to find the clue/hint on their own.

Disclaimer: (I volunteer Leven.)

Leven Thumps: o.O What the heck am I doing here? I was just doing Wantly things!

Me: . Leeeveeennn...

Leven: NO! Not the dearth voice! Anything but that! Okay okay! Gilly does not own the characters or Nintendo and such. NOW LET ME GO BACK TO FOO!

Me: Fiiinnee. Yesh, and Obert Skye owns him. *points at Leven*

Leven: I'm owned?

Thunder boomed and crackled in the distance as a shadowy figure sat in a chair, glancing down at a glowing stone. The stone was somewhat like a fortune teller's ball, however it didn't read the future.

"It reads the here and now." The shadowy figure chuckled.

The figure moved its white-gloved hands to a small sheet of paper, where he jotted a few notes down quickly, without really looking. It was almost as if his hands had a mind of their own.

"My plans have been going wonderfully well." The figure said to the shadows.

"Good. We may move on to phase two. " A dark voice replied. Then the voice laughed softly. "If you're up for it-"

"O-of course!" the figure growled, shooting a glance at the direction of the voice. "I'm strong enough for it!"

"You say that like you've never failed before." The voice replied curtly

The figure stood up abruptly.

"If you dare doubt my plans you can side with that buffoon Bowser!"

The voice smoothly replied, "Bowser is not the buffoon, at least not now. His son is. However, I'll see to it that he fails. We can't let anyone mess with our plans."

"His son has much higher intelligence than Bowser. He's still daft, but a little more…" the figure trailed off, "…Clever."

"No worries L, he will fail."

"I hope you don't lie."

Bowser Jr. muttered angrily to himself, tired and hungry already having to lug the many items he would need for his plan along.

"It WOULD have been EASIER to carry it if I didn't have this STUPID shell!" he yelled to no one in particular.

You see, with a big, spiny shell on your back you can't really wear a backpack unless it was built to withstand the spines and the large extra width of the shell. And obviously no one really made backpacks designed for the evil koopa child consumer group.

So, Bowser Jr. was forced to use a messenger bag which got tiring to carry around after awhile.

He was now dragging the bag through the mud, adding to the dirt and grime already on the once blue, now brown, bag. All of it could be easily cleaned off, but that was only if you cared about having a clean messenger bag. And neither Bowser Jr. nor the rest of his family cared. So it stayed brown.

Bowser Jr. was so preoccupied on his complaining he didn't notice the flash of light that signaled he was already too late for his plan to work. But even if he HAD been paying attention, he would still probably think nothing of it.

"Well, well, well. What are you crying about my lovely?"

I whirled around, half surprised and half horrified. I knew that voice. And sure enough, I was right. But I really didn't have much time to dwell on my ability to recall voices from before because before I could say or do anything I was swept up in what appeared to be a solid gust of wind. (If that makes sense). It picked me up and deposited me in a small glass box, barely big enough for me to sit Indian style in.

A small, impish purple alien looked at me with pleasure from the inside of the spaceship.

He smiled a truly ugly smile. "So, my little reluctant Daisy, we meet again." His voice was muffled by the glass but I could still hear him.

I sneered back at him. "Tatanga."

He shook his head, making a tsk tsk noise. "You certainly haven't changed." He looked me up and down like I was some kind of prize watermelon or something. "Well, a bit, but you're still the prettiest in the land."

I wanted to gag. I wondered if this was how Peach felt when she got captured. If she did, I felt genuinely horrid for her.

Tatanga smirked and turned to the controls, muttering something about how not even a queen can keep a good alien down. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I couldn't have cared less. Right then, all I wanted to do was break the glass and get the heck out of this stuffy box. I was about to hit my heeled shoes up against the glass when I realized if I broke the glass, I would probably fall to my death. As you could probably imagine, I wasn't too keen on that idea.

So I simply sat, feeling even more miserable than before.

"Daisy!" Peach called for the fourteenth time.

"Daisy?" Mario echoed Peach.

"It's not use!" Peach wailed. "She's gone!" Her voice softened to almost a whisper as she fretted "What if something bad happened to her?"

Mario felt sick to his stomach. He felt a quest coming on.

"Oh come on Peach. She was upset. Maybe she took a…run?"

Peach glanced at him. "In a dress?"

"I don't know about that kind of stuff!" Mario said defensively.

Peach let out an exasperated sigh. "Ok. Let's go back to the castle. Maybe she's coming back."

The way Peach said "Maybe" made Mario wonder if she believed herself at all.

It had been a long day for the red plumber. All he wanted to do was get out of this rain and go back to the castle. He was not going to see his little brother for awhile and it made Mario feel terrible.

"Alright." Mario agreed, trying not to sound too eager.

The clang of metal against metal and the sharp click of a key made Luigi jump.

"Now don't cause trouble green bean." One of the guards growled.

Why does everyone hate green so much? Luigi wondered. The jail cell was dark and chilly, but other than that, it might have been cozy if not for the terrible sense of doom Luigi felt. He was sitting in his bed, that was a simple wood frame with faded blue sheets and a thick white comforter. The blankets were a bit worn, but other than that, they were fine.

However, Luigi couldn't get comfortable on them.

"What am I going to do?" he muttered quietly to himself.