A/N: First Disclaimer thing. I seen other writers do it and since I'm new and have NO experience I thought why not. XD

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY MARIO CHARACTERS OR PLACES IN THIS STORY! THEY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO NINTENDO!

CLAIMER: THE COMMANDOS (Mary, Stefanie, and Bethany) ARE MY OCS. PLEASE DO NOT USE THEM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

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The Final Space Adventure

Chapter 3

"Must watch out for cameras." Bethany whispered to herself as she brushed her body against a wall. She peered down a hallway to check for anything. It was empty. Except for a vase right in the middle of the hallway. "That's weird. No portraits, no doors, not even flowers in the vase, I would expect at least dandelions or black roses or something." Bethany said. She rolled up her sleeve and started the tap the screen on her robot arm. No one really knows how she got it. All that the world knows is that this virus called the Black disease infected her, and that the arm had all the qualities a computer has.

Monday: I am at destination. Separated from team. Sees a vase in the middle of hallway. Very suspicious of it. XxBethany

Bethany slowly moved down the hallway, as she kept her eye on the vase. It was too suspicious. Then an alarm went off.

"What the hell!" Bethany screamed as the ground started to shake. Then the two walls at each end of the hallway started to get closer. Bethany started to look for cover. Then it hit her.

The vase!

Bethany lunged at the plain purple vase as grabbed the top of it. She yanked it up. Then it retreated to its original spot. Please work! Please work! PLEASE FUCKING WORK! Bethany thought as she saw the wire hanging from the vase and attached to the table. The walls were about 5 feet away from her. She gasped. It all made sense. She yanked the vase up one more time as if she was starting lawn mower engine. Then the spot where the table started to sink into the ground. Along with the table, the vase, and the wall. A secret passage. SWEET! Bethany thought as she jumped inside as the walls were starting to squish her.

"Ugh! Where am I?" Stefanie asked herself as she rested on a ledge of some sort. After slowing tiptoeing up six flights of stairs for an half an hour, somehow get people tired. The yellow Commando slowly rubbed her hand on the painted-black bricks of the ledge. She stood up a little wobbly. Maybe I'm afraid of heights, Stefanie thought as she walked around the ledge. Or was it a roof. What ever! She stopped as soon as she saw someone. This someone had a bald head, bushy eyebrows, and an very Irish-looking beard. Stefanie sighed in relief to see a person's face. Or from her point of view, the back of someone's head.

"Umm, excuse me. What are you doing?" Stefanie asked slowly as she walked behind the man. She jumped as the man turned around and glowered at her.

"What do ya want?" The man yelled in an Irish accent. "Can't ya see I'm busy hur'!" Stefanie tried her best not to show fear. She remembered what Princess Peach told her before she felt to go into space.

"Stefanie. If I were you, I would watch out if you friends start having different eye colors. That means Mimi took their form and is trying to trick you. Understand?" Is what Princess Peach said. Stefanie nodded in understanding as Mary ordered her to get in.

"WELL? Aren't ya gonna answur mah question! Whatdoyawant!" The man asked, pulling Stefanie out of her trance.

"Well, ummm, I mean..." Stefanie started, thinking of how to act like this Mimi person. Then she looked down at the Game Boy Advance on the ground, or roof, or...whatever! "What's that?"

"Jus' a Game Boy! Why? Ya want it?" The man asked, rather teasingly. Stefanie smirked.

"Actually, I'LL TAKE IT!" Stefanie yelled as she kicked the man in the face and grabbed the Game Boy. "Thank you!"

"Get back hur' you little!" The man yelled before he chased the Commando back into the castle.

Mr. L walked around the kitchen. Count Bleck was taking this too far. Why would spies, or burglars, or whatever that girl on the screen was raid a kitchen. Why not money? This isn't the Pioneer days where food was WAY more important than money.

"I don't need this shit! I should be asleep, thinking about how improve Brobot." The masked man thought to himself as he opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a strawberry, the fruit of lust or something like that. Then a sort of a jazzy, ghost-like music played. Mr. L grabbed his phone to shut it up.

"You reached the phone of the MIGHTY green thunder. He is not available so please leave a message after the beep." Mr. L said in the most robotic yet human voice he can make.

"Mr. L shut up!" A voice said from the other line. Mr. L chuckled.

"Well excuse me Dimmy, I can't get a kick out of this lockdown." Mr. L replied.

"Whatever, and HOW do you know this is a lock down?" Dimentio asked.

"Well, we have spies here, the wall trap activated, and the emergency lights are starting to go on. How can this NOT be a lockdown?"

"...I hate saying this, but good point. So anyway, the girl we saw in the security room is coming your way." Dimentio said before he hung up. Mr. L started to munch on his strawberry as a girl swept in. Her metallic clothes where soaked. Her braid was dripping water, and her headband was falling off The water trap probably activated, Mr. L thought as he glared at the girl. The girl got up.

"...HOLA!" The girl said as she shuffled to the fridge. "I'm just here to get a snack." She started to open the fridge. "So, I'll be leaving now." The girl grabbed an apple and started to tip-toe away. "Have a nice life." That was the last thing the girl said before she tried to run away.

"Hold it!" Mr. L yelled in a demanding, yet seductive voice. Screw the lockdown! Some quick sex will lighten up the mood right? He pushed the girl to the fridge.

"What are you doing?" The girl yelled. Sweat began to form on her forehead. Mr. L chuckled. She obviously was oblivious. She obviously knew nothing! Someone must've hired her.

"Nothing, just having some fun with my little captive." Mr. L chuckled once more. His silver eyes shining with mischief. The girl tried not to look at them.

"I'm not your captive!" The girl yelled, her auburn braid damp from sweat, not water, this time. She bent her leg up, obviously tying to level herself. Or did she want some sexy time too? Of course not! This girl didn't look like a hooker. Or a stripper. Or not even a simple sexy waitress. iShe's boring!/i Mr. L thought, emphasizing the 'boring'. Pfft! Why is he even wasting his time?

Mary took one look at the man who was pinning her to a refrigerator. He was short-ish. Probably at least 2 and 1/2 of an inch shorter than her. His gray eyes shined with lust. His lips were curled into a smirk. The dark green backwards 'L' on his hat was practically glowing in the darkness. That was all she saw of him.

"What do you want with me?" Mary asked, trying to control her voice.

"Well, I was supposed to turn you in, but I won't." Mary sighed with relief. She's safe! "On one condition." Mary's hope for freedom has suddenly been crushed. She knew all about 'conditions'. They were just an excuse to hook up with some unlucky person. Mary wasn't having any part of it.

"Fine. I'll just take myself and get the fuck out of here!" Mary screamed. She kicked her captor, or should one say grabber, in the groin and started to run away. An unfaithful RIP! sounded through the air. Mary looked down at the giant rip on the side of her dress that showed the part of the metallic shorts that were attached to the waistline of the dress. But she didn't care. She was trying not to get raped, duh! The apple was still in her palm.

A/N: I'm still kind of confused on what I should say here. So yeah, I'll just update as soon as I can.

~XlittlecrazyVieX