Bowser sat at his grand piano, a striking contrast to the chaotic world outside, as he played a familiar tune with an emotional intensity. The notes danced in the air, and he sang passionately, "Peter, Johnny, Four, and a Donkey Kong, too... A thousand troops of Koopas couldn't keep me from you." With each lyric, his heart poured out, yearning for Princess Peach. "Princess Peach, at the end of the line, I'll make you mine. Oh, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches. Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches. I love you! Oh-oh—"

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rocked the chamber, sending vibrations through the piano as Bowser instinctively flinched. The lights flickered on, illuminating the scene and revealing Bowser trapped in a golden cage, his massive frame cruelly reduced to a shrunken version of himself. The cage was a clever contraption designed to suppress his fire breath, a source of mockery for the one named Johnny.

As the dust settled, Bowser's eyes narrowed at the figure emerging from the debris. The silhouette walked forward, the blinding light casting an ominous shadow over him, obscuring his features. "You are who we are here for?" the figure questioned, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "This is who we need?"

Without warning, a mechanical entity swooped into view, landing gracefully beside the first figure. Its metal frame glinted ominously in the light. "He may not appear formidable now, I understand... but after this..." The figure brandished a vibrant Mushroom, a relic of legendary power, capable of restoring Bowser to his towering stature. "He will be our force to be reckoned with."

Intrigued yet wary, Bowser asked, "Who... are you?"

The mechanical figure stepped closer, its metallic skin glimmering as it moved. "I..." it began, revealing itself to be Ultron, a sophisticated artificial intelligence encased in a sleek frame. "Am Ultron. My associate has a lucrative proposition for you."

As the figure in the light moved forward, the shadows retreated, unveiling a man named Hans. He exuded a rugged charm, his scruffy beard framing a face marked by mischief and ambition. His wild, unkempt hair cascaded down past his shoulders, a dark curtain of rebelliousness. "You can call me Hans," he said, flashing a confident grin. "Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."

"To be more accurate, it's Ex-Prince Hans," Ultron interjected, his voice tinged with the metallic echo of his robotic frame.

Hans shot back with a scoff, "Nobody asked for your input, you oversized toaster." With a dramatic flourish, he extended a Sinister Symbiote tendril, its dark, writhing form snaking through the air until it latched onto Bowser's cage. With a powerful yank, the bars splintered apart, allowing the hulking figure of Bowser to step out, his scaly frame exuding a menacing presence. "Now, let's get down to business. We were told you have an armada and a ship."

Bowser's eyes flared with anger, a low growl rumbling deep within his throat. "My armada was seized from me!" he bellowed, flames flickering from his mouth. "Spider-Man and that insufferable bunch of heroes are responsible!"

"Spider-Man?" Hans's voice faltered slightly, a shiver of dread creeping into his tone. "He's involved in this mess too?"

"In these infinite worlds, many will share familiar faces," Ultron explained, his voice steady despite the tension. "Now, about your ship…"

Bowser raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. "Are you referring to my Airship?"

"Precisely. Is it capable of space travel?" Hans pressed, his eyes gleaming with urgency and ambition.

At the question, Bowser let out a derisive laugh, his sharp teeth glinting menacingly. "Of course it is! Why do you ask?"

"We've journeyed from distant realms, seeking a power greater than anything you've ever encountered. If you assist us in our quest, we can extend that same incredible power to you," Ultron declared, his voice brimming with conviction.

Bowser narrowed his eyes, curiosity piqued. "And what exactly are we pursuing?"

With a solemn gesture, Hans knelt and carefully held out a vibrant, pulsating Mushroom, its colors swirling like a mystical vortex. "We intend to liberate Knull, the Black King, from his prison. Are you in?"

A wide, gleeful grin spread across Bowser's formidable face, his excitement palpable. "Oooh, this is going to be good…" he cackled, envisioning the chaos and power that awaited them.

COMING SOON...

THE COLD JOURNEY X PEACHES crossover:

The Convergence