Apr 1, 2020
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{❃}“ Big bro are you okay?”
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{❃}“ Big bro are you okay?”
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White: "Red...? Is that you?"
"Uhhhh-" Red tried to hide himself behind his plush bomb, with little success. "No."
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It may not have been Training Day today, but having nothing else to do, Red figured White could use a training partner to kill time, and maybe blow off some steam after rage-quitting from playing one of his online games. After having stopped to grab a towel and water bottle, he vaguely heard his brother yell from the Training room. Typically, he wouldn't be worried, since he figured that White must've blown himself up while training, but something in Red's gut told him that something wasn't right, and he couldn't ignore it.
Red isn't the type to act calmly when he has this feeling. The next thing he did was bolt straight to the training room, stopping right infront of the door once he got there. "White?! White! What happened!?" He shouted, but he got no answer in response.
"White! Answer me!" Still no answer, so what does he do next? Does he knock on the door, hoping his brother will answer? Nope, he kicks the door open, despite the thing not actually being locked in the first place.
He expected White to be lying on the floor or something, but instead, he finds that he is punching the punching bag. He was puzzled, he could've sworn that was White he heard yell, but there he was. He looked completely fine, but something still didn't feel right, and Red isn't sure how to feel, what he was sure of is making sure his big brother is actually alright.
"Bro, you alright?! I thought I heard you scream or something! You didn't hurt anything, right?!"
A loud stomp was heard from the heels.
The two brothers immediately stopped and snapped their attention to their royal brother, er, sister? Both were amused, they thought their older sibling wasn't into dressing up.
Red snickered, holding in a laugh. "Nice Halloween costume, 'Princess' White."
Black started to fake cry. "Oh White, my dear older brother, please help me! Red just suddenly started attacking me! Please get him off!"
"What?! Don't pin this on me! You're the one that started it! Plus that 'pity party' act isn't gonna work!" Red retorted.
Black turned his attention back to Red. "Me?! Start a fight?!" He scoffs. "Unbelievable!"
"About as unbelievable as your diet." Black paused, then gave Red the angriest of glares. "Did you just imply that I'm fat?" "You said it, not me 'Fat Bomber.'" Red began to cackle.
Oh that did it, that was the last straw to Black. When he realized his legs weren't pinned, he began to kick Red with them. "Ow oW OW! BLACK KNOCK IT OFF!" "MAKE ME!" "IF YOU DON'T STOP KICKING ME I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR LEGS, THEN YOUR FACE!"
Can you boil things with your head old man? Just asking for someone~ ;)
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"You're welcome!" He responds cheerfully. 'That's not his Halloween costume?' Yellow thought to himself. Actually, he had a lot more questions in mind, like, what actually was his costume? Is White trying on dresses for Pink or Pretty, or did they dress him up? And why does his voice sound higher than normal? So many questions!
"If that's not your costume, then what is your real costume, Big bro.? Did Pink and Pretty dress you up, or are you trying the dress on for them? And why is your voice higher than normal, big bro.?" The little brother wanted to know every answer. He doesn't mean to ask so many questions, but he's genuinely curious.
Yellow was about to ask more questions when White's crown sparkled, causing him to look up and stare at it in awe. It was a really cute crown, and it looked like something one of his older sisters would own. He really wanted to try it on.
"Big bro. may I try the crown on? Please?" He asked whilst pointing at it, not knowing that the crown actually won't come off.
White: "Hey, Weren't you sat on by that huge Ballom when we last saw each other?"
“I allowed that damn monstrosity to fall on me! Do you think I would ever be so foolish as to not notice it, White Bomber?!”
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Now here was a face he hadn’t seen in quite a while. Once upon a time, when Wario was a fairly different man with greed for land and minions as well as gold, he one day happened upon a portal to Planet Bomber. Seeking to claim the domain as his own, the nefarious doppelganger went to work constructing a cloning machine and making multiple copies of himself-- an Army of Warios with their sights set on the peaceful planet and bombs held high, poised to invade! An explosive battle raged across the landscape of the alien planet. One Wario was trouble enough! Two? A dozen? Several dozen? That seemed outright impossible to handle! But there was a catch with that cloning machine, as there was with all the heel’s hand-built inventions... All those duplicate Warios were defects! Drones that were downgrades of the original! Such was the price of being half-baked and valuing quantity over quality. At first it appeared the invaders had the upper hand, but over time the Bombermen and other inhabitants of Planet Bomber banded together and blew to smithereens the band of bandits, in the end flushing Wario out of their land for good! But as said, that was quite a while ago, and Wario here wasn’t much a hardcore grudge-holder any longer. “Hey! It’s Boogerman! Did you come here to blow my beautiful city up?!” It appeared he was serious at first, but a rather hard yet reassuring slap upon the shoulder said otherwise. “Sike! I’m just messin’ with ya!” Evil eye. “But if you did I’d bash you into the next dimension!”