Fawful's Quest For Power; Part 1: The Saga BeginsIt was a dark, rainy night outside of Peach’s Castle. Thunder struck like lightning against the bleak sky. Toads hurriedly slammed shut the windows of the castle and bolted down every thing that opened in the Castle, including the door to the bathroom.
Poor little Pot T. died from inhaling his own noxious gasses…
But our story takes place not in this ominous scene, but underneath, in the sewer systems beneath the Castle. For that is where Fawful, the Beanish servant of the deceased witch Cackletta, has taken up residence, and that is where our story begins…A dark figure stumbled around in the dank sewers, moaning weakly as it felt its way along the clammy pipeline.
“Oohh…” The figure groaned to no one in particular. It found four bars held up on the end of one of the pipes and bent them open wide enough to crawl through.
“Dammit guys… God, Restarts make me sick… freaking universe flips upside-down and inside out… I think it’s even worse this time than the first time…” The figure crawled commando-style through the filthy interior of the pipeline as he head towards a faint light around a corner.
“And now I’m crawling around in a damn sewer…Gonna hurl…”
The figure’s face turned a sickly pale green shade as he came closer and closer to the source of the light. It was an oddly-decorated shop, with bizarre pictures and furnishings of questionable taste.
”Well, I wouldn’t have chosen the interior…” The figure’s thoughts were returned to his original mission as a painful growl from his stomach caused him to hold back a mouthful of bile.
“Gotta hurry!” The figure began madly throwing things around the store to the ground, pushing over display cases, jars, and mechanical engineering magazines to the floor with a loud clatter.
Finally finding a waste basket in a corner, the figure relieved himself of his toxins and wiped sweat off his forehead.
“Ahh… Better…”
His moment of comfort was interrupted by the sound of a blaster charging up, as he held his hand up just in time to negate a wave of green energy blasts heading for his body with an invisible force field.
Standing before him was a small beanish child with a bizarre looking contraption on his head. The boy had a healthy green skin color, thick spiraling glasses, a ratty red robe that touched the floor, and a single black lock of hair that landed on his forehead. The device was a round helmet of glass with two rockets on either side of it, with a long vacuum-like hose that ended with a threatening mouth on the top.
”Fururu… THIEF OF SNEAKY STEALINGNESS! You are to be leaving the store of Fawful’s at the time that is NOW!” The child fired another round of energy from the device’s mouth which were again negated, but followed up by activating his rockets and slamming into the unsuspecting figure, sending him into the ground.
Fawful stood over the figure angrily, kicking him in the ribs. “Be leaving the store of Fawful and never have returning!” Fawful brought his leg back for another kick, only for it to be caught by the intruder who hadn’t even taken his eyes off of the floor.
"No… No, we're doing things differently this time. No more 'get my ass kicked in every Quest.' I'm taking charge this time!" The being’s face shot up, with a grin so full of malice and insanity it sent a shiver up Fawful’s spine.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zKs_joz2eg&feature=relatedThe man threw Fawful’s leg to the side with incredible speed, causing Fawful to spin in the air long enough for the man to hop up and sucker punch him in the stomach and send him flying into the back room. The figure jumped over the desk and through the door in a single bound, landing on both feet in the center of Fawful’s storage room.
The lights in the room suddenly flashed on, revealing the newcomer’s appearance. He wore cobalt-blue jeans with brown shoes, a blue t-shirt worn underneath a slightly oversized red hoodie-sweatshirt. The man’s face had a sadistic grin on it at all times, with a large brown mess of curly hair shaped into an afro.
The man’s name was none other than Vidguysteve. *DUN! DUN! DUN!*
“Fawful… oh, Fawful…” Vidguysteve called out in a sing-song voice, “be a good boy and come out now… or your luck just may turn terrible…”
The sound of engines warming up was heard, as a large shell-shaped machine in the shape of Fawful’s head fell from the ceiling and came crashing to the floor with a loud thud, which caused the administrator to pop into the air an inch due to the transfer of energy.
“Your Ship? Please! What do I look like, a rank amateur?” Vidguysteve leapt into the air over twin rays of energy that fired from the Ship’s eyes and landed on the top of the Ship. Stabbing two fingers into the very top of the device, it suddenly opened wide enough for him to wrench the shell open and expose the surprised pilot.
“Boo… Eheh…eheheheheh!” The administrator snarled as he slowly approached the shocked Fawful, who tried to defend himself with a rather weak punch, only to have it be caught and slowly crushed in his opponent’s grip.
“Uwaah haa haa haa haa!” The administrator laughed in a manner suspiciously similar to Mark Hamill’s rendition of The Joker. “Give it UP, junior! You’re out of your league! But if it’s a whoopin’ you’re-a-wantin’…”
Rolling up his sweatshirt’s sleaves, Vidguysteve proceeded to pummel the poor Fawful into a wall before grabbing his head and grinding it against a wall before throwing the boy’s body into a pile of scrap metal. The boy weakly lifted his head only for Vidguysteve to grab his face and slam it into the ground, and then proceeded to stomp on his spine.
”All I wanted was to use the bathroom… But, for all the trouble you’ve caused, there’s some punishment in order, methinks…” Waving his hands into the air, Fawful’s Ship and Headgear were engulfed in a strange light before vanishing along with the laughing Vidguysteve.
It was all Fawful could do to look on in shock as he called out in futility for the thief to “be having stopping of ceasingness!” before collapsing on the floor from exhaustion.
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I'm sorry to say, I don't think that this Quest will be as focused on humor as my other ones were. I don't know, really... I kinda want to try something new and type something a little more serious. There's still going to be humor in it, have no fear, but it just won't be a huge explosion of craziness.