This is JESTY. This weirdo was around when the dark star was first discovered (which was a LONG while ago), and was destined to return when it unleashed to aid in the apocalypse. But as we know, that didnât exactly happen. Woopsie.
I shall be making more referenceâs before I draw the actual comics but for now, have lore!!
The night felt colder than usual. Of course, fawful couldnât really tell. He hadnât felt anything in-âŚhow long did that thing say? Months? It couldnât have been, he felt like he had just battled (and failed) against the damn plumbers. Then again, the void made time feel sticky, fast yet slow at the same time. And when he had finally dragged himself out to odd flickering light, despite the howls and screeching of that damned star around him about him âbetraying itâ (ironic) and snatching it- he had awoken in the cold night air, not even being able to scream from his nerves growing back as he had to remember how to breathe. Being alive was so painful, he didnât even know what was happening to his own form. It stung to breathe, his legs felt like he never walked on them, in short his being was regrowing. But, how?
And now he was being carried. Whatever thisâŚthing was, he wasnât fully aware what it was due to his vision still being rather blurry, had picked him up like a ragdoll and was shuffling across theâŚsnow? Wasnât it summer last he was here? And what was here anyway? The ringing had subsided for now, and he heard the things muttering.
â-canât have it all now can we. Thought it would..work out. Was soooooo excited to find out the dark energy had been released, thought D.S was back and itâs just- a dumb host. I can..â itâs voice sounded like it was echoing and shifting, not at all coming from its mouth. âI can work with this. Not like itâs fully gone.â Its eyes flicked down, and fawful stared back at them, he couldnât escape at the moment considering every movement felt like fire ants dancing through his currently growing veins.
âHello starshine! Can I call you starshine? Well Iâm calling you that.â It warbled, floating along, claws dug deep into the beanishâs broken form. âWhoâŚâ fawful managed to muster out, feeling like his vocal cords had been pulled like taffy. The clown- well, IT grinned down. âAwww your voice grew back! Such a silly little newborn star!â It held them up in front of them as easily as hoisting a bag of grapes. Itâs form was shimmering, not solid at all. Like a pool of dancing stars and clouds, twinkling underneath a hood.
âWell, Iâm not a who. Iâm a what. No name.â It snickered, shaking them like a toy. To which fawful let out a pained noise, feeling a searing agony of muscle rubbing against the others grip that still hadnât grown skin. It simply laughed at this. He grumbled, muttering. âJestâŚâ and that was all he got out, before painful coughs wracked his form. He was promptly tucked back into their claws as the being floated along.
âJestyâŚIâll take it! So nice starshine, naming your new partner! So! Where we headed?â Fawful didnât reply, either because he couldnât or he simply didnât want to anymore. Maybe he could just, rest for a second. âHey thereâs some, mushroom headed guys around, letâs-â and memories finally slammed into the beanish. Where he was, rather bowser was, at the final battle.
Heâs in the mushroom kingdom.
He flailed in the claws grip, reaching a melty hand up and grasping the cloak, gasping words despite the pain. Jesty looked down, their hat bobble gently smacking the other in the face. âOh you donât like it here?â Fawful shook his head quickly, trying to force themselves away from the creature. But it just held on tighter, magic swirling around it.
âThen weâll move! Letâs see..I havenât been in this universe in a while. Eeny meenyâŚâ fawful let his head fall, exhaustion from the burst of energy had caught up to him, vision blackening again. A singsongy voice chimed happily before he passed out.
âYou ever been the Pilâlo island, Starshine?â
