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batneko · 1 year

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Here's an idea I originally planned to write as another Bowuigi scenario post, but I decided to turn it into a ficlet because it would be too short. Now it's about 2000 words, lol.

It had been clear from the beginning that something as simple as a "Science Expo" wouldn't be simple at all in the Mushroom Kingdom. Luigi had been braced for disaster from the moment he heard about it, and Bowser's attack almost came as a relief.

No, his mistake had been un-bracing after Bowser was captured and locked in a cage one of the scientists had invented.

Sure, it looked sturdy. Sure, the scientist assured Princess Peach that the cage was completely indestructible. Sure, the only key had been moved from the display table to a security toad's neck after Bowser gave up on trying to bend the bars and started sneakily (as sneaky as anybody his size could be) reaching for it instead.

None of that was the problem. The problem turned out to be another experiment all the way on the other side of the hall that collapsed and caught on fire. That toad scientist said he wasn't even sure how it caught on fire - there weren't any flammable components! About half a second before the blaze spread to the next table, which happened to be full of chemicals, and turned into a giant green fireball.

"Okay, everybody out!" Peach exclaimed, calmly but firmly. "Evacuate the building. Walk, don't run!"

People tended to listen when the princess talked - Luigi supposed that was a skill you had to pick up when you ruled a country. But the fire was pretty eye-catching, and panic set in before he and Mario could start working on crowd control. There was screaming, running (what did Peach just say?), scientists attempting to pack up their exhibits, and for some reason several people tried to head for the same exits that the fire was creeping toward.

"Doesn't this place have sprinklers?" he heard Mario ask.

"I thought so," Peach said. "I don't know why they're not-"

An alarm started to blare, and then they all felt the sudden downpour of the sprinkler system. There was a mass exhale, relief settling in, calming the crowd.

And then something new exploded into flames.

"My elemental sodium!" a toad exclaimed.

Memories of 8th grade chemistry flashing through his mind, Luigi clenched his teeth and got back to guiding the evacuation. There was nothing he wanted more than to head for the exits himself right now, especially with the added discomfort of water dripping off his hat onto his nose, but a hero had responsibilities - and besides, he was the second tallest person in the room.

It only took a few minutes, nobody exactly wanted to stay, and then Luigi was safely outside and wringing water out of his hat. A disaster, but one in which no one got hurt. About the best he could have asked for.

The security toads were doing their jobs now, keeping the crowd away from the merrily burning building. The one with the key around his neck was explaining to a very distraught toad that if the fire didn’t ruin his cardboard model of a bathysphere, the water would. Which was probably ironic in some way.

Wait a minute.

Luigi lunged forward and grabbed the toad’s arm, startling both of them with how fast he’d moved. “Did you let Bowser out?” he asked.

The toad took a second to register what he’d said, glancing down at the giant key as long as his chest. “Oh! Uh, no. I didn’t think-”

“Give that to me.”

The toad obliged, struggling to get the chan over his head until he managed to pop the clasp in the back. Key in hand, Luigi took a step toward the building… and stopped. He looked back over the milling crowd, at Peach’s head of blonde hair. She was the only one tall enough to see, but Mario was rarely far from her. He could find him, ask him to…

No, there was no time. Gritting his teeth, Luigi ran back toward the expo hall to the sounds of several panicked shouts.

The heat was like walking into a wall. Since the fire started on the opposite end from Bowser’s cage, Luigi didn’t have to worry about actually dodging flames, but he could feel the heat and the smoke getting into his lungs. Pulling his shirt up over his nose and trying not to cough, Luigi made his way to the corner he’d been trying to avoid before.

Bowser was still sitting there, arms folded, scowling. He was looking at the floor when Luigi ran up, and Luigi tried to focus on getting the key into the lock with wet gloves on as an excuse to not meet his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Bowser asked.

“Getting you out of here,” Luigi said. Luckily the lock opened smoothly, and Luigi threw the door open so hard it clanged against the bars. "Come on."

The cage was too small for him, Bowser had to duck to get out the door, and as he straightened up to his full height for a second it felt like he was blocking out the sun. Luigi was very, very aware of the difference in their sizes.

He swallowed, forced himself to say, "This way," and tried to ignore the way it came out as a squeak.

"You're an idiot," Bowser said.

Luigi hadn't exactly been expecting to be thanked, but the insult didn't seem necessary. Just because they almost forgot him didn't mean they did.

But arguing would waste time, and the fire was still creeping along the walls where the sprinklers didn't reach. He adjusted his shirt again and turned toward the door he'd come in through, still open and still safe.

He hadn't taken two steps before a wooden beam crashed down in front of him. Luigi yelped and jumped backwards, hiding behind the first large object he saw - which turned out to be Bowser.

"Uh… sorry."

Bowser just shook his head.

There was more crashing, and the crackle of flames was a lot closer than Luigi liked. Had it spread to the ceiling already? If the walls weren't safe and the open spaces weren't safe, what were they going to do?

If anybody had remembered to let Bowser out in the first place they wouldn't be in this mess. Unfortunately, Luigi counted as "anybody," meaning this was as much his fault as anyone else.

"I'm sorry," Luigi said again. "Let's just make a run for it."

Bowser reached behind him and grabbed the back of his overalls, hoisting him into the air like a toy in a claw machine. Luigi heard himself squeak, then he was thrown back into the cage Bowser just left.

The door clanged shut, and Luigi’s heart sunk into his shoes. He was locked up. Just like Bowser had been, behind bars in a burning building, soon to be abandoned. Okay, they’d forgotten him, but did it really deserve this? Did Luigi really deserve to die over it?

He saw Bowser bend over next to the cage, grip the bars with one hand, and then he picked the whole thing up off the platform. Luigi toppled over onto the side, then back again as Bowser balanced the cage on his shoulder. What was he doing?

They turned back and forth. Luigi could see the fire creeping toward all the doors now. If they ran, and rolled as soon as they got outside - but the ceiling was still falling in too.

Bowser turned completely around, facing the back wall now. There was a small door near the middle, but the rest of it was nothing but windows. There was no safe path unless…

“No,” Luigi said, softly.

Bowser chuckled, and charged straight ahead.

For a few horrible seconds Luigi was aware of nothing but the smoke-filled air rushing past him as the wall got closer and closer. Glass shattered around them as Bowser kicked out a window and leapt through the frame, cage and all.

Bumping, rolling, and finally stillness. Luigi took a deep breath of still-smoky but much cooler air. He was tempted to scream. It wouldn’t accomplish much at this point, but it would make him feel better.

He yelped, at least, as the cage was picked up again. The door popped open and the box turned, and Luigi was shaken out onto the ground like the last penny in a piggy bank.

“Ow,” Luigi said.

“Wimp,” Bowser said. But his tone was light, and when Luigi looked up he saw him smiling.

He chucked the cage back over his shoulder, where it landed on the ground with a heavy thud and a gouge driven into the dirt. After a moment’s consideration Bowser threw the key in the same general direction, then turned back toward the expo hall, folding his arms and watching it slowly burn.

“This science expo thing’s more fun than I thought,” he said. “Maybe I’ll have one.”

Abruptly, he leaned over Luigi, really blocking out the sun this time. They were all alone out here, Luigi realized. Everyone else had evacuated out the other side of the building. If Bowser wanted to do anything to him, there was nobody to stop it.

But… he wasn't. And he hadn't. Right now he was just staring at Luigi with something like confusion on his face.

"You break anything?" Bowser said.

"No…" Luigi said. He'd been thrown around a lot, but he was used to that now. He probably wouldn't even bruise.

Carefully, Luigi climbed to his feet and brushed off any bits of broken glass or charred wood that had stuck to his clothes. Bowser quickly scrubbed a hand through his hair to do the same.

"Grazie- I mean, thank you for getting us both out," Luigi said.

Bowser rolled his eyes. "Don't do that. It's gross."

"What, thank you?"

"Ugh," Bowser said, so that must have been it.

Was that not what he'd been waiting for, then? Why did he keep looking at Luigi like that?

"Did you have to throw me in the cage, though?" Luigi asked.

Bowser shrugged. "That Poindexter said it was indestructible. You're not fireproof or roofproof, so I figured it'd help. Or whatever." He frowned, slightly. "Roof-proof. Roof, proof. That's a hard one."

While Bowser seemed interested in the pronunciation of the word he'd just invented, the specifics of what he'd said were sinking in for Luigi.

"You… are fireproof," Luigi said slowly.

"Ye-up," Bowser said.

"And roofproof?"

"Dunno about that one, but I've survived bigger buildings than this falling on me."

"And the cage is indestructible."

"Yyyyup."

Luigi buried his face in his hands. "I didn't need to go back for you at all, did I?"

"Nope," Bowser said, almost cheerfully.

"I'm an idiot."

"I told you you were."

Luigi groaned.

He ignored the guffaw of laughter next to him, and the massive hand that slapped his back. It was only when Bowser muttered something that Luigi forced himself to look up again.

It had sounded like, "Not like I don't appreciate it."

"What?" Luigi said.

"Nothing, shut up."

"I didn't-"

"Shut up," Bowser repeated firmly, and turned away from him to watch the burning building once again. One of the windows collapsed inward, and Bowser pumped his fist and gave an only slightly forced cheer. "Whoo! Good one."

For a while they both stood there, Luigi regaining his breath, Bowser apparently entertained by destruction. Bowser had said not to thank him, had told him to shut up, but Luigi had this feeling like… he was more bark than bite right now.

“Welp, I’m out of here,” Bowser said after a moment. “Much as I’d like to stay and watch the fire work, I’m not letting anybody lock me up again.” He gave a low growl. “Had enough of that for a lifetime.”

“Ah… take care getting home.”

Bowser gave him another odd look. “I don’t get you.”

“Don’t you?”

“I didn’t need saving. I don’t need your niceties.”

“It’s not for you,” Luigi said, “it’s for me. I’m doing - and saying - these things because I’d feel wrong if I didn’t.”

Bowser shook his head. “Like I said, I don’t get you.” He took a step in the direction his airship had gone when the crew abandoned him. “But uh… grazie, or whatever.”

Luigi blinked. “Prego,” he said, automatically, but Bowser had already started moving.

He stood there, alone, watching Bowser leave with nothing but the crackling of the fire to accompany the thoughts swirling in his head. Did Bowser know he’d just thanked him? He must, right? Luigi had said it right afterward.

Come to think of it, he’d have expected Bowser to be offended that Luigi thought he needed rescuing. But he wasn’t. He returned the favor, thanked Luigi, and walked away without causing any more trouble.

Was Luigi losing his mind? Was this smoke inhalation?

“Luigi!” he heard his brother cry out, and turned around to see Mario running at full-tilt across the grass. He braced himself just in time for Mario to grab him in a bone-crushing hug.

He knew he’d done the right thing, and he knew Mario would agree once he heard the story, but he still felt a little silly that he’d rushed into danger for the sake of someone who was danger-proof.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Luigi said. He glanced back over his shoulder, even though he knew Bowser was long gone.

Maybe that was it. Maybe so many people knew Bowser didn’t need rescuing that no one ever did it.

Maybe… Bowser had liked having a hero, for once.

#batfics #bowuigi #super mario bros #bowser #luigi #bowser x luigi #luwser #bowluigi

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tagarilaghost · 7 months

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King Boo goes absolutely feral with crayons! I'm sure he had a drawing evening with his Boos XD So recently I've finished reading @jelixpo 's bowuigi comic "A Table Turned" and let me say it's absolutely amazing!!! Go over there and give it a read!! This little comicdoodle is inspired by it!

More info under the cut :3

When talking with a friend about the comic, they pointed out this particular panel (all credits to jelixpo again):

The fact that SOMEONE had to draw all the silly scribbles on this and the other bombs led to my drawing XD! (I believe this panel is from chapter 21 if you want to have a look at the other bombs!) I actually started this little doodle before chapter 24 came out and finished it shortly before the final chapter. I still don't know why I didn't post this sooner- well! Better have it now than never!

#sorry guys no rambling in the tags #i literally said everything XD #king boo #luigi #luigis mansion #boos #my art #my stuff

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87cupsofjoe · 1 year

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A little tik tok came across my fyp about that bowser and luigi scene in the new trailer, and suddenly I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole I cannot climb out of. I have become an unironic Bowuigi shipper and I am unashamed of it.

Anyways go read A Table Turned by Jelixpo on Tapas (and also tumblr but it’s easier to read in order on Tapas) because HOLY CRAP WHAT A RIDE IT HAS BEEN SO FAR.

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #mario trailer #this ship will be the death of me

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angrymonster · 1 year

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@jelixpo hope you don't mind me doing.

Sorta fan art?

For your Bowuigi comic "A Table Turned"

It was inspired from chapter 19.

#bowser #oil pastels

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lampshade-king · 1 year

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Heavily inspired by the first chapter of jelixpo's comic (linked below, highly recommended).

#bowuigi #luigi mario #bowser #traditional art #brainrot #mario movie #i hate myself

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weegee-simp69 · 2 years

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Tickle Monster (Bowuigi fluff)

{This is my very first post on here even though this fic has been in my notes for a while lmao! if you're a Bowuigi enthusiast, enjoy!}

It was late afternoon, and Bowser and Luigi had been in their bedroom for hours. Luigi was laid on Bowser's chest, his eyes drooping. As he laid there, he began to draw lazy, mindless shapes and squiggles on Bowser’s stomach with his finger. Suddenly he felt the bed shake below him. He peered down, and saw Bowser’s leg kick. He experimented with the light touches again, and sure enough, Bowser’s leg started hitting the bed like a puppy. He chuckled at this new discovery. Meanwhile, Bowser was fighting the strong urge to giggle, or throw Luigi off of him.

“H-hey.. Luigi, s-stahap,” Bowser said, a small giggle escaping.

Luigi looked up at him, smiling, now changing his fingers’ motions from dragging to skittering and poking.

“Does that tickle, Bowser? Hm? Is a certain king a little ticklish?” Luigi teased.

Bowser grabbed hold of Luigi’s wrists. Luigi tried to wiggle his arms away, but failed miserably as he was suddenly flipped over on his back. Bowser quickly pinned his arms above his head, his legs trapping Luigi’s between them. Luigi was startled at how quickly the tables had turned, and now he knew there was no escape.

“You made a big mistake, baby.. and now you’re trapped by me..or should I say, a monster..” Bowser teased.

He playfully wiggled his fingers at Luigi. Oh no, not that. Luigi began struggling a bit, but clearly not to the point of really wanting to escape.

“W-wait, Bowser, I- I’m sorry, I- I wohon’t do it again,” Luigi giggled nervously.

Laughter was bubbling inside him making his tummy feel tingly like butterflies.

“No no, darling, you’ve already awaken him..” Bowser said.

“A-awaken who..” Luigi asked, fearing he knew the answer.

Bowser hovered his fingers over Luigi’s ribs.

“A monster who is not so merciful..” Bowser whispered teasingly.

Luigi couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. Anticipation was absolutely driving him crazy.

“Oh nohoho!” he giggled.

“Ooohhh yes… it’s a certain monster that absolutely loves to make. You. Laugh,” Bowser punctuated the last three words with his hand inching closer and closer to Luigi’s skin.

Luigi couldn’t hold it in anymore. Bowser was way too good at teasing. He burst into light, high pitched giggles. Goddamnit he was so sensitive. Bowser wasn’t even touching him, and he was already cracking up.

“I’d say to watch out, but it seems that you can’t move.. oh well, hope you’re prepared for what the tickle monster has in store!” Bowser exclaimed as he lightly pinched Luigi’s ribs rapidly.

Luigi absolutely hit the roof screeching.

“AAAA NAHAHAHAHAHA P-PLEHEHEASE HAHAHA!!”

His sensitivity had increased drastically because of all the teasing and anticipation. Bowser let go of his arms to use both of his hands to lift his shirt up to his neck. Luigi could now flail his arms to try to shield himself but Bowser, obviously being much stronger and bigger, just simply continued to dig into his ribs with no issue. Bowser soon got bored of Luigi’s ribs, and moved on to his stomach. Specifically focusing his skittering fingers around his bellybutton. Luigi snorted loudly, and tried to twist away, kick his legs, grab Bowser’s wrists, anything to stop him. But alas, there was absolutely no stopping the playful monster above him. Once Luigi fully realized how stuck and helpless he was to the situation, his laughter increased tenfold. All he could do was throw his head back, cackling and screaming away. Bowser reveled in his lover’s laughing and shrieking.

“Aww seems that the tickle monster caught a particularly ticklish boy today!~” Bowser sang.

Luigi hated (loved) Bowser’s taunts and teases.

“BOWSER PLEHEHEASE!! N-NAHAT MY TUMMY-EEE!!” Luigi laughed.

“Ahh yes this little tummy right here, does that tickle..tickle..tickle?!” Bowser cooed.

Luigi could only nod in response.

“You know.. this is making the tickle monster pretty hungry… I think I need a little snack, don’t you think?” he smiled.

Luigi shook his head frantically, pushing his shirt down, trying his hardest to hold it down knowing exactly what Bowser was planning. Bowser grabbed Luigi by the hips, and pushed him up higher on the bed to position his stomach right below his head.

“N-noho nononono!!” Luigi pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Bowser very easily rolled up the shirt again, wrapped his strong arms around his torso, and shoved his nose into Luigi’s stomach, planting small kisses and nibbles all over. Luigi squealed, and threw his arms around Bowser’s head trying to hold onto something. This only forced Bowser to stay exactly where he was to continue his onslaught of ticklish kisses. Finally, he took a deep breath, and blew a raspberry on Luigi’s soft, sensitive tummy.

Luigi felt tears prick up as he screamed, “AHAHAHAHA NONONONO NOT THAHAHAT!! IT- IT TIHIHICKLES SO BAD!”

Bowser giggled against his stomach blowing a few more sloppy raspberries. He leaned his head up to look at Luigi’s red, tear stained, smiling face. Bowser smiled back at him, and kissed him sweetly. He teasingly skittered his fingers down his ribs. Luigi’s giggling increased once again.

“B-Bowser stahahap,” he snorted.

Bowser sat up, and got off of him. Luigi finally felt like he could put his guard down. He scooted back down on the bed, starting to get comfortable. That’s when Bowser turned around to get comfy, too, and Luigi saw an opportunity he couldn’t resist. He knew damn well what would happen if he did this, but honestly, he didn’t mind. In only one second, he reached his arms over, and put one around Bowser’s ankle, now skittering his nails on his sole. Bowser jumped, and reached his hand back in record speed to grab the hands tormenting him. Luigi jumped back just in time to not get caught, but Bowser quickly spun around. Without a second thought, he grabbed Luigi’s legs, and held his ankles together with one hand.

“You little bastard..” Bowser growled, “you just want to get tickled more, don’t you?! Remember what I told you?..”

Luigi had no chance of pulling his legs away. He shook his head, praying that Bowser would just attack and not tease him. Of course that wouldn’t be the case.

Bowser grinned devilishly, “I said that the tickle monster gives no mercy to the ones caught in his grasp… now let’s see just how ticklish these little feet are..”

With that, his fingers descended onto Luigi’s helpless feet, wasting no time with slow tickles. He quickly fluttered his fingers all over his soft soles making Luigi scream. He beat his fists on the bed while trying to squirm away, but nothing worked.

“You’re such a ticklish little cutie! Aww I think you’re the tickle monster’s favorite victim.. look at you all giggly, and helpless! I could just tickle tickle tickle you for hours!! Kitchy kitchy coo!!” Bowser’s teasing kicked up a notch as his fingers made their way under Luigi’s toes earning him a loud screech, and high pitched loud laughter.

“PLEASE NOT THE TOHOHOES WAHAHAHA B-BOW- NA-“ Luigi cackled.

His laughter went silent except for the strangled hiccups, and shallow squeaky breaths. Bowser slowed his attack, letting Luigi catch his breath. His fingers never left Luigi’s skin as to keep him giggling. When Luigi calmed down, he quickly (but very lightly) scribbled his poked out claws on his arches. Luigi squealed once again. He couldn’t think about anything else other than the constant threat of tickling leering over him as he caught his breath.

He finally felt Bowser release his ankles, and he quickly pulled his feet close to him, curling in on himself. Bowser crawled over, and picked him up, laying him back on the pillows. He laid down next to him, spooning him. Bowser absolutely adored hearing the residue giggles, and quiet snorts that escaped Luigi occasionally.

“See what happens when you mess with the tickle monster..” Bowser whispered teasingly in Luigi’s ear.

Hell, even that tickled. Luigi could only muster up a head nod in response.

“I know you like it, though. Why else would you have tried to get me a second time when you knew what was in store? I know that you absolutely love being tickled.. and I love that you love being tickled,” Bowser teased.

Luigi wanted to cover his now red ears.

“You’re the most adorable boy ever, you know that, Luigi?”

“S-stop..” Luigi giggled out.

Bowser chuckled and kissed the back of his head.

“Alright I’ll stop.. goodnight, my love,” he said.

Luigi replied, and soon fell asleep. As he fell asleep, he thought about how he was dating a literal tickle monster whilst Bowser thought about how lucky he was to have such an adorable, amazing, ticklish boy as his boyfriend.

#bowuigi #ler!bowser #lee!luigi #ticklefic #fluff

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your-local-uwu-artist · 1 year

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#polls #video essay

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jelixpo · 8 months

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Part 1

Part 2 [You're here]

Chapter 25

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Want to read the comic in order and without a break in the chapter? You can over on tapas :)

The next chapter will be the epilogue

#a table turned bowuigi #a table turned bowuigi comic #luigi #bowser #bowuigi #princes peach #mario #super mario #e gadd #king boo #kammy koopa #violence #gore #trigger warning violence #trigger warning gore

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anomander-dragnipurake · 2 years

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Bowser's Castle Chapter 7: Spooky Interlude

Special Halloween interlude, yay! Originally I was thinking I would be doing an interlude with King Boo way later as like a prelude to his plan going into action since I'd already established that there's breathing room for the Bowuigi to take root but a little interlude here as like 'he's still around and he's mad' works too especially since I have to otherwise go on hiatus with this fic for the holidays. So happy Halloween month!

“You’re back! Welcome!”

“Did you do it?”

“Yeah! Is Luigi a painting now?”

“Where you gonna hang it up? In the central room of the mansion, right?”

“What happened to your crown?”

“Did Luigi get away again?”

“Did you get E. Gadd too? Or Mario?”

“What about…”

“Hush!” King Boo snapped, silencing all the boos and ghosts hovering around him. He’d hoped to sneak into the mansion unnoticed so he could have some time to cool off. But such was not to be the case; they’d found him and called over every other ghost and boo within earshot even before he’d quite reached the forest clearing that housed the mansion.

“I take it things didn’t go well,” whispered someone in the back of the group because not even the dead could stay silent for long.

“No, they didn’t. Luigi got away again.” Just when King Boo had had him firmly in grasp too. “He’s apparently allied with Bowser now.” Not in the mood to talk about it, King Boo moved on, floating over the gathered ghosts and towards the mansion once more.

They of course followed. “So we’re mad at Bowser now too?” “Are we gonna go after him?” “A Bowser painting would look real good, right? Especially next to Mario, Luigi, and Peach.” “What about your crown?” “Yeah, it’s all cracked and stuff.” “Did Bowser do that? I heard he was pretty strong.”

Approaching the castle drew more boos’ attention who inevitably joined the crowd, adding their own questions and voices to the barrage. By the time King Boo was phasing through the wall and floating into the central room of the mansion, the whole place was abuzz with news of his return and rumors. Thankfully they were starting to direct their questions and comments at each other instead of at King Boo himself even if they continued to hang around in hopes of getting real answers too.

Perhaps King Boo should give an official announcement on what happened, get everyone up to speed on the fact that Bowser was their enemy now too, and clear up any rumors that might be problematic before they could really take root. But… ugh, he just wasn’t in the mood. He’d do it later. For now... “Dismissed! You’re all dismissed!”

With groans and murmurs of disappointment, they dispersed. No doubt to talk and speculate about what happened among themselves but it hardly mattered right now. In the blissful silence that followed, King Boo floated up, phasing through the floors and ceilings, until he reached his private room. Where he immediately magicked the vase sitting on the coffee table into the wall. It shattered into a million piece with a satisfying sound but… did little to ease his frustration. He flipped the coffee table next. Still not good enough. So next he…

No, no. Trashing his room or any room would do no good. If anything, it’d only make him more frustrated in how little it helped. What he needed to do was start working on his next plan.

He floated over through the wall and into the adjacent room that acted as a workshop of sorts. His magicked his crown off and onto the stand in the middle of the room. All its magic had leaked out of the cracks by now, leaving it as just a useless clear crystal, not even worth much monetarily. Creating these things took so much time and effort, making losing them a real pain in the ass. At least this one was just broken, not stolen away while he was trapped in a fucking vacuum. Repairing it might be possible… though not likely to be as structurally sound if he did. So perhaps creating a new one was in order after all. A stronger one that Bowser couldn’t crush with his bare hands.

With a huff, King Boo turned away from it. On three of the four walls he’d put up cork board on which he’d pinned up everything he knew about all his current enemies. He had one more now though so over-top of info about a now long dead foe, he levitated up a fresh sheet of paper and pinned it place. On it, he wrote everything he knew about Bowser. Which wasn’t much but he did know Bowser had been possessed once upon a time. A very interesting tidbit of information. Useful? Hard to say yet but interesting and something worth looking into.

Next he moved to the section he had on Luigi and added to it. Not that he’d learned a whole lot from possessing him as he’d known from very near the start that Luigi was a pathetic wimp – which had always made losing to him so many times that much worse. He had a few things he needed to add about Mario and E. Gadd too.

Once he was done, he felt calmer. The urge to head out for reckless vengeance as soon as possible was mostly quelled. On top of needing a new magic crown, he also needed to think about this if he wanted to come up with something that would actually result in him finally winning for good. Giving Luigi and company time to lower their guard a bit could only serve King Boo well too.

Turning towards the fourth wall, the one with the planning whiteboard, he levitated the eraser, intending to erase the whole thing. But… this possession plan of his, come up with on a whim, had been the closest he’d ever gotten to being successful against Luigi. Of course just trying it again with no changes wasn’t likely to work. He needed to adjust it and find a way to pull Bowser into this revenge plan too. So… he lowered the eraser and levitated up one of the markers instead. Whatever he came up with next was going to be perfect. No one would dare cross him afterwards. He’d make an example of the whole of Mushroom Kingdom and Bowser’s Kingdom too if he had to.

#my writing #super mario bros #bowser's castle #king boo

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