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“Krankles…please wake up…”

Aquamarine whispers faintly, hovering over the downed merchant for who knows how long. She had checked his pulse, still beating. His chest? Still moving…so that’s good. The bad news is this dark green, almost blackish spot on top of Krankles’ noggin. This beanish bruise is big enough to make her fret…he’s not waking up anytime soon.

Taking a moment to check her surroundings, she picks him up gently and peers at the top of the slope. Seems like everything but the wind had died down while Aquamarine hid from her coworkers.

“Brr…! When did it get so cold…and where do I even start?”

The least she could do was try to fix the mess that she…The Stygian Stars have caused. As far as the woman knows, the Krankles Kart was his entire livelihood and now it’s in shambles. Aquamarine digs in her emergency travel bag and finds a cheap blanket to cover her friend with. That’ll keep him warm. She starts to pick up anything that could be carried and salvaged. This busywork got her daydreaming back to her conversation with Krankles earlier…

The press of a button can transform the shop into a suitcase for even easier transport and THAT IS FACT!

Ooh would that still work? Aquamarine puffs out her chest and waddles. She carries his wares and places them on the shelves. So it transforms with a button…she deduced it would make the most sense if it was activated remotely. After some quick searching on Krankles’ body (with apologies included) Aquamarine found a remote. 

CRUNCH! 

Welp, that was concerning. But the Krankles Kart reluctantly folded back into a suitcase. Might wanna tell Krankles to be careful with that when he wakes up again…

WHEN he wakes up…Aquamarine checks her burner phone. It’s already past midnight, and the weather app indicates an incoming snowstorm in just a few hours…oh dear.

“No wonder why it’s so flipping cold and windy out…shoot. Okay I got the Kart but where am I taking the Krankles? No idea where he lives–if he even HAS a home…and I can’t think of a good place to go except…”

My house. I mean…we are right here in Dimble Woods. It’s warm and I’d have everything I need to take care of things.

Aquamarine thinks things over while pacing around the unconscious Krankles. As soon as she made up her mind, she ran with Krankles and suitcase in tow. A gorgeous trail of blue and white stones led to a home with the same colors standing amongst the trees. A simple wooden porch swing was rattling on and on due to the whipping winds. Her thumbs struggle to press all the buttons on her miniature wiggler decoration, but thankfully her spare key pops out of it. The night is far from over, but home sweet home!

* * *

Everything was calm as Fawful regained his senses. The warmth of the afternoon light seeped into his body from the windows. The sunshine reveals dust particles floating around multiple shelves of collectables Fawful doesn’t recognize. He felt quite comfortable on this new couch; it wasn’t like his old bed. The only thing that stopped him from lulling back to sleep was a rumbly tummy and a dry mouth. These bad feelings start stacking on top of each other because he’s now realizing:

Wait a second. This—this is not the evil lair. What happened last night??

Fawful was now alert as he quickly wiggled out of his warm blankets! Comfort be damned. Is this a trap? There’s the couch, a coffee table; and then there’s this vintage 70 inch RPTV with stacks of DVDs covering up the built-in speakers. No this just looks like a living room, interesting television aside. Fawful was playing detective some more when he smelled something…good? It must be from the kitchen. Chicken…onion…celery…maybe corn? He was about to walk across the hall but someone met him at the doorway. Someone oddly familiar…

It was Aquamarine.

“OH! Oh my gosh hi! I-I was just checking to see if you were awake. How are you feeling…?”

“Seafoam?! YOU!”

Now it’s all coming back to him! Fawful quickly grabs his cloak and pulls the hood over his face to try and retain the Krankles facade. 

“Yes it’s me—well it’s Aquamarine but please allow me to explain first!”

Krankles stomps his feet and takes a deep breath, about to give her a piece of his mind for all that trouble last night! But then she presents his suitcase. 

“GGRRAAHhuuuhh…?”

Krankles Kart?! He snatches it from her hands and double checks that this isn’t a fake. How it went back together after the crash baffled him.

“E-Explain yourself, pirate!”

Aquamarine sighs with relief and murmurs a quick thank you before leading Krankles to the kitchen. Chairs were already pulled back as they both took their seat at the dinner table. He saw that a big pot was sitting on the stove but didn’t know what was in it. Despite having all night and morning to plan out this conversation, Aquamarine was still unprepared.

“Can you recall what happened last night before I fill you in on the details?”

“With clarity of water through a thousand angry filters, yes! Seafoam was like a siren, catching my attention. There was much to discuss! But then with the downplay of that…artifiact? Hmph! As if Krankles had even cared for that thing until you pirates had planned the attack! How ruthless! I almost had the dying death!! You deny Krankles apprenticeship, but brought me and my Kart into your abode. It’s making my hair frazzled!” 

He plays around with the little hair he has left to make a point, while Aquamarine frowns and twirls her own hair.

“I’m sorry about all that Krankles…I really am. Looking back on it, I was afraid I couldn’t afford the piece of the Helm if I told you how important it was. It wasn’t on purpose but I undermined your passion for your craft. You deserve all the coins for what you gather.” 

Aquamarine sips her drink nervously, making sure not to get water on or underneath her mask. Krankles crossed his arms and seemed to accept the apology.

“It’s true that I’m part of the Stygian Stars but…it’s starting to get a little weird. You see, the Captain started a new campaign for the Hallmark’s Helm. Apparently when all 8 spokes are connected it forms a magical wheel that when held can locate anybody you desire. Isn’t that crazy??”

“...Stupid magic…”

“Ah…you’re right. It sounds like a load of baloney but I can’t help but worry about it…”

“Magic is all too much real but it contains more foulness than mere sausages. Krankles had tried to dispose of it but again and again the wood survived my fire.”

“You’ve already tried burning it? I-I see. Just imagine that no matter how far you run or what name you choose, a bad guy knows where you are! That’s why I’m in such a tough spot right now.”

Krankles instinctively rubs his forehead. He felt a bruise around there that must be Astro’s fault.

“If I may, Seafoam. Why not turn your blade against the weak fleshy pirates and have them eradicated?”

“Eradicated?? Jeez, if I tried that then call my game over already! I have an easier plan; Get one spoke so the Hallmark’s Helm will never be complete and I can slink away.”

“Then why the worries? Surely you brought that with. Even though it IS mine…in return for bringing shelter and remorse, Krankles can consider this a trade.”

“I don’t have it.” “You don’t. Have it. Is this seriously what you are saying?!”

Krankles scoffs at her. All of that and she doesn’t even have the spoke? She really must be a Rookie.

“I don’t have it because I wanted to save what was more important.”

“Krankles Kart? But it has destruction.”

Suddenly her face was red and she shook her head no. Then what in the world could she be talking about?

“The twins wouldn’t leave you alone until they had what they wanted. There’s eight spokes to a helm, but there’s only one of you. W-What I’m trying to say is…I’m talking about you, Krankles.” 

“I have importance? Krankles? M-Me…? …HAHA! Of course! But we are merely strangers. You outstretch your fingers into a box of mystery by helping me.”

Something just wasn’t adding up. Is she trying to flatter him? Because this shouldn’t be working.

“Haha, maybe the mystery is what’s so alluring to me. I have a feeling you’re more than just a merchant, just as I am a little more than a pirate. It’s your choice, and I know this is all so sudden, but I think I-I’d like to get to know you. And maybe be friends?”

Krankles looks down at the dinner table, like he’s thinking of every possibility laid out on a mathematical grid. Aquamarine fidgets some more but keeps glancing at him with anticipation.

“I am having uncertainty…no fury held against you, as Krankles thanks you for the hospitality. But there is much to be done. Schemes and grand plans must be carefully hatched in quick succession like little eggs laid by a chicken who is evil.”

“Evil chicken…chicken…oh, my soup! Forgot to turn the heat back on!”

Aquamarine gets up to lift the lid to her pot and stirs some…chicken corn soup! She cranks up the heat on her stove and turns her head towards Krankles.

“Back to what you said though—you’re welcome. We definitely got off on the wrong foot and I just want to be like…oh what did you say? You said something profound last night like forces outside your control that determine whether you win or lose, live or die, something like that? While I don’t think that’s completely true, I wanted to be a force of good. Somebody who does something right…for once…” She gets a little lost in the broth, so to speak. Stirring and stirring. “If you need to leave soon, then that’s ok. I’m glad we got to talk again. But would you like some soup first?”

Krankles’ stomach seemed to answer for him in response.

“Chicken Corn sings sweet songs of breakfast into my ears!”

“Technically if anything is singing it’s your tummy!”

His only response to that was the biggest smile. Nothing was in his tummy except MAYBE the tiniest of butterflies. 

Aside from poor presentation…her soup was…good enough. There was a bit more chicken than he would’ve liked personally but it’s no harm. Krankles watched her scarf half of it down in a matter of minutes. He mused that if she’s THAT starved for a good meal, imagine how she’d react to his own cooking. Is this her favorite soup? Or would his classic french onion soup be her new favorite?

“Mmmm! Do youh like ut?”

“Soup is in your mouth still, but yes I am liking it.” Krankles smirked.

“Yay! And sorry about that haha! I hope the refreshing herbs weren’t too much but I figured that would heal you more.”

“It brings a fresh taste of nutrition to your soup, herbs have importance. But I suggest adding them only at the end of your process as it had lost some of the flavor from sitting too long.”

“Oh yeah…I kept adding more because it was losing flavor and I didn’t know when you were gonna wake up. Thanks for the advice!”

An awkward yet happy pause ensues. Krankles finished his soup so this should be his cue to go. Instead he pulls back the curtains that covered the window next to their table.

“W-Where is the ground?!” He grunted with disapproval.

“My stars! That is a LOT OF SNOW!” Aquamarine gasped with awe.

This was a single story home, and the snow almost reached the window. What might cover half of her legs would cover half of his damn torso. Without a floating platform, his kart, or Headgear this will be difficult. She explains that before she brought him home last night, the weather called for a snowstorm. By the looks of it, it’ll take a day or two to melt. He can only imagine how much snow is at Star Hill.

“Man…I hope this doesn’t mess up your evil chicken plan.”

“Not literal chickens, Seafoam.”

“You never know if your local merchant is also a poultryman. I used to know a dentist who's also an artist.” Aquamarine shrugs.

So maybe this pirate is also a comedian? Krankles chucked a little.

“That offer’s still on the table, Krankles. M-Maybe this snow is like some sign to take a much needed break! At least that’s how I see it.”

Well…..there is a lot of snow out there. And it would take WAY more effort than it’s worth to climb up to Star Hill. This house is warm. She’s being so nice too, so how could he pass up on such a good offer? His plans can be set back a few days for this potential…friendship.

“Your kindness is full of mystery, Seafoam. I think I am liking that.”

Krankles holds out his hand for her to shake. Aquamarine smiled as she felt how soft his grip was compared to hers as they shook hands again.

“It’s not Seafoam, by the way.”

“Ah, then I will call you Aquamarine.”

“Well my name technically isn’t Aquamarine either.”

She removes her mask with dramatic flair! That earned a gasp just as dramatic.

“Just call me Minty~!”

They stood in silence for a couple seconds while she put her red glasses on to see. Not that she was expecting him to know who she was, but some applause would’ve been nice. Krankles raises his hands and sighs, trying not to crack a smile.

“Hmph! I said I was enjoying the mystery! Alternate ego shattered. Friendship cancelled. Krankles will exit stage left!”

Minty stammers as he pretends to walk away.

“Y-You’re in my dang house! It would be pretty hard to keep the mystery when you could look at like, any piece of mail that has my name on it. Or the family photos that clearly don’t have Aquamarine in them!”

The merchant peeks from behind the wall, smirking. 

“Alright funny guy…what about you? When do I get to know the bean beneath the hood?”

“Just because you presented so eagerly the cards in your deck to Krankles means that I will fold the same way. Have patience!”

* * *

It was a few hours after lunch, and Minty had given Krankles a short house tour. He was right, this house was VERY new. Apparently her Uncle knew some carpenters, or some of his brothers were carpenters? He forgot the details. Anyways, the house was originally planned for wigglers. She said the landlord is one and he’s super nice despite his rugged appearance. Minty started to rent the house the same time as his conquest, which was interesting. 

Krankles was shown the living room, the kitchen (which doubled as the laundry room), two bathrooms, and two HUGE bedrooms (one was for her and the other was for guests? Four beds in the guest room seemed like too much to Krankles.) The snow was in the way but there’s a front porch and lawn. And then there was a basement that Minty explicitly told him was off limits.

Foolish girl, don’t tell Fawful something that he can’t do! That just spikes his curiosity. But lucky for her the humongous and functional walk-in shower caught his eye first.

“I request to use this shower.”

“...Oh yeah go ahead! Everything you need is already in the stall. Except…!” Minty opens the cabinet and hands Fawful a brand new razor. “This one is yours!”

Krankles ends up declining the gift. It was a nice gesture, but he likes to keep the few hairs he has on his body.

“Oh…your outfit!”

Minty points out several stains in his clothes he wasn’t aware of; especially on his dark magenta cloak that fades into red.

“The gruesome stains and dirt is something I will just have to live with.”

“Aww no! Don’t get clean and go back into dirty clothes! Here I miiight have something you can wear in the meantime so I can get that washed!”

For a pirate, she sure does like to give things away. Minty comes back with a plastic tote full of what he presumes to be her old clothes.

“I give you my thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Krankles! Sorry if this stuff isn’t in your style in advance. I’ll just leave this here for you.”

As Minty closes the door, Fawful is now alone. With that, he starts to undress. The mirror above the sink was too high for him to see his entire body. Instead he grabs a hand mirror to take a good long look at himself and his new bruise on the top of his head. Touching it didn’t hurt, but pressing on it would. His precious, precious brain. At least the damage didn’t go any further than that. 

Fawful never made a wish to be saved at that moment, but he’s glad his game didn’t end to a lowly pirate shark. That would’ve been so embarrassing. Oh and he’s glad to stay here too, he supposes.

The knobs in the shower lacked distinct labeling; but he soon figured out which way to turn for hot water and vice versa. Fawful’s a man who loves his hot showers! Steam and streams of hot water soothe his aching body as he steps inside. He liked that there’s a seat in the shower too. So he sat down as water ran down his back like a waterfall. This felt great! Why didn’t he fix his own shower?!

Fawful’s thoughts kept coming back to Minty and her face…when she would find out about his true identity. How would she react? She seems to like Krankles the merchant, but would her kindness extend to Fawful, evil mastermind? And then there’s that Dark Star laying dormant somewhere…he could imagine that scaring her away. 

Minty…

He keeps twisting the washcloth. Twisting and squeezing and stretching and the soap runs down his legs and now his face is getting TOO HOT!

Pull it together! You are LORD FAWFUL and you could rule the world! Why would HER opinion matter? 

Fawful turns off the water and steps out of the shower to cool off; wrapping himself with one of those blue towels hanging on the wall.

I’ll prove it, I’ll show her who I am right now and she’s gonna LIKE IT.

There wasn’t a lot in that tote that caught his eye. But he did notice a lot of these clothes would be baggy on Minty and looked comfortable. Fawful debated on a few skirts but here’s what he went with instead: A white sweater with a 1-UP mushroom on it, dark magenta sweatpants, and black & white striped socks with fingerless gloves to match. 

Fawful thought he was finished but he saw something red at the bottom of the tote. It felt…soft, like a blanket. He held it out in front of him and noticed it was like a cape! All red, connected by a yellow bow, and has yellow stars at the bottom. It reminds him of the cloak he wore back in his glory days. Except it’s more like a cute, ‘we have Fawful’s cloak at home’ thing. The look was almost complete…but the red-toned glasses were throwing it off. Fawful slooowly turns the rims clockwise making them change colors. He settled on this teal—almost seafoam color that matched a part of his new sweater. With that, he marched out of the bathroom with his towel and old clothes in arms.

“Oh Minty! I will be seeing you now!” Krankles announced with glee.

“Ok! Coming!”

As Minty approached him, he scanned her new outfit. Instead of her pirate gear, she wore black shirt with blue rolled up sleeves. A white scarf snuggled her neck with a three color gradient of red, blue, and green at the end. Her leggings were yellow with teal music and her socks matched her scarf. He thought she looked…nice.

“You look cozy like warm breakfast croissant.”

“Good cozy or bad cozy~?” Minty teased.

“Cozy like Krankles knows why it is your style. Does comfortable even exist in the bad way?”

“...Was that in my tote?”

Minty pinches the cape with her fingers, taking a good long look at it. He affirms her claim and recognizes that stare of nostalgia. But for what reason?

“I must say that looks good on you. You’ve got good fashion taste.”

FINALLY. Someone recognizes his talent!! She took Krankles’ clothes and walked back into the kitchen while he stayed behind to look around some more. With the washing machine turned on, Minty gets back to what she was doing during his shower: making hot chocolate.

It has been a LONG day and she needed something easy to do so she and her guest could unwind. So much to do today with making sure Krankles was alright and making that soup she didn’t have time to sleep! 

Hopefully I’ll be more peppy tomorrow! Then I’ll talk to him about my plush collection!

Something was missing in this drink……duh! Of course! Minty grabs the peppermint candy shaped jar and pulls out her best mini candy canes. She put six of them in her cup after the whipped cream. For Krankles’ cup…she wasn’t sure yet. Only one way to find out!

Krankles was watching the sunset from the living room window as he smelled hot chocolate. Minty sat beside him on the couch, two cups and a jar in her hands.

“Fururu! Which one belongs to me? This one?” He points to the cup with the candy canes in it.

“You like the candy canes…?”

“If you ask Krankles he is thinking there needs to be MORE.”

Minty watched as he opened the jar and put SIX MORE in his newly claimed hot chocolate. He LOVES it?? Krankles blinked in pleasant confusion because she squealed with joy and stuffed some candy in her mouth.

“Peppermint is the best! I’m glad you feel the same way!!”

“It’s a flavor most refreshing! Add the mocha to it and then tastebuds will soar with delight~!”

“AND you’re a coffee drinker! No way! It’s a shame my coffee machine stopped working last week…now I’m in the mood for one…hot chocolate for now though.”

“Krankles had the coffee pot within his Kart once.”

“Yeahhh that…didn’t survive the crash.”

Aside from the soft sips from their cups and the crunching of candy canes; the two sat in joyful silence. Minty was flipping through some channels on the TV, but nothing looked interesting so far. Krankles clears his throat to rekindle the conversation.

“The Blorbs. Do you remember them?” He asks dryly.

“Hm…sounds familiar. Why?” She mutes the TV.

“Krankles mentions rumors of a merchant who had sold Blorb Mushrooms to his customers. Once consumed it caused the Toads to grow in size, and become round! Like chocolate balls full of fun prizes!

“...The inflation incident! I REMEMBER THAT! A Toad almost rolled right into work and destroyed the front door! It’s definitely not a plan that King Bowser would come up with.” Minty flips through a stack of old newspapers and shows Krankles. It was one that dates to almost 2 years ago, titled: THE BLORBS! “I feel bad for the Toads and Goombas, but you gotta admit it’s a LITTLE funny looking back on it.”

Krankles smirked while reading the old article. She kept that? 

“Goombas too? The disease had spread that far like pollen in spring?”

“Yeah, thankfully there was a cure.”

“Hmph…yes the supposed magical Miracle Cure…” Krankles pouted.

“Huh? I thought it was a recipe. Back then my boyfriend called me asking if the giga carrot was still in the woods. Giga carrot…a big onion, and ice that lasted a really long time. Combining all of that made the cure? …Why are you writing that down?”

“The onion and the ice, are they having names specifically?"

“I-I think so? But I don’t recall. Sorry, I made it seem like I was more involved but I just helped with the carrot, that’s all. Why so curious? If I may ask…curiously.”

“I am seeking REAL answers to what had conquered the Blorbs. A new formula if desired could counteract the cure.”

“Are you saying you want to bring the pandemic back??” Minty raises her eyebrows as she sips her drink. What did she just encourage?

“Hm…no, too obvious. It would call too much attention to be drawn towards the one who is me right now.”

Now Minty was starting to eye Krankles with what seems to be a mix of intrigue and suspicion, which he seems to enjoy.

“Funny coincidence that you and him were both merchants huh?”

“Correct~! It has hilarity! Watching your face as it connects the information like attack pieces to a puzzle. Are you remembering anything about the merchant of the past?”

He wraps the newspaper into a tube so she can’t cheat, if it had any information about him at all.

“Not much…I do remember that he took over Peach’s Castle for a while. Not sure about his motive but he did use the Blorbs to keep everyone docile rather than destroying everyone so he wasn’t looking for total annihilation. Key players went missing quickly though. The Mario Brothers and Peach…? I think King Bowser showed up?” Minty couldn’t see it, but Krankles was rolling his eyes when his enemies were mentioned. “I dunno, I never saw the guy in person but I think it was because he was busy weaponizing the castle! THAT was scary. King Bowser was HUGE and fighting Peach’s own freaking Castle! Soon after that everything got dark…and then…that was it.”

“Oh how I wish you were knowing more, but he had formidability and grace, yes?”

“Uh-huh…seems like you knew this guy personally~”

“You could be saying that…he had a name which rings the ears like bells signifying a feast at the dinner table.”

“Started…with an F?”

Krankles nods.

“He hailed from the kingdom next door, Beanbean! Rhymes with…falafel!”

“Wait, I think I know! It’s Faw…aaaw..Fawn! You’re Fawn, right??”

Fawn??? Freaking FAWN?? That doesn’t even rhyme!

At least she got half of his name right? Minty saw his expression and darted her eyes away realizing she was wrong. He held her face softly and grinned to get him back in her sights. 

“The name is Fawful~!” He stands on the couch and strikes a menacing pose. “I dipped three kingdoms into the chocolate of chaos using mind and machinery! Conquest gnawed on my stomach like hunger unfathomable, AND IT HAD TO BE FED!! Oh they all had the weeping, and Fawful was drinking the tears of ecstasy…until he was stopped by two bad men and that Bowser. Fawful HATES them, their hammers and mustaches and fist and flames IT HURTS! But, now I am here! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO NURTURE THE SEED OF EVIL WITHIN YOUR HOME?!”

That…was A LOT to take in for his audience of one. Fawful sits back down in silence, waiting for Minty’s response. Now that she knows who he is…does that change anything?

“Well…it’s nice to meet you, Fawful!”

He tilts his head in confusion. Minty smiles and it feels so warm.

“Oh uh! I think taking care of you feels nice. I don’t mind your history and that doesn’t change the fact you can stay until you’re ready to leave. That would be rude…to kick you out after I said you could stay. It makes sense that you’re a mechanic too after you told me about Krankles Kart! Did you make anything else while you were in the castle?”

“Merchant, mechanic and more! Fawful has many talents. You should have seen the Theater I made from Bowser’s Castle.”

“WHAAA?? What do you mean you made a theater?? What do you mean you took over Bowser’s Castle?? This is news to me??”

“Lend me your ear and I shall whisper to you what makes Fawful the best!”

The two sat and chatted as the moon rose above the trees. Minty eventually found an adventure romance movie on TV as she and Fawful got comfortable.

“The credits are rolling…I had enjoyment! The main characters should have confessed their feelings earlier, though. Not necessary for Fawful to wait though one half of the plot wondering about them…kissing. I say slay your foes first and THEN do the love thing. Is Fawful right or is he right, Minty?”

…Aaaand she’s asleep. He nudged her a little with his foot but it didn’t work. Too cute to disturb, Fawful let Minty rest and instead started flipping channels. Before he knew it he binged a whole season of an old cooking show he grew up with. The entire jar full of candy canes was now empty. Fawful covered himself with blankets and glanced towards his friend one more time before resting peacefully next to her.

-End of Chapter-

The secret base was bustling with life this afternoon as Fawful danced on his newly healed toes. He would catch himself yearning to waltz the bustling halls of a conquered castle once more. To hold every kitchen tool at his disposal with fully working ovens. Oh and ESPECIALLY have unlimited power for his machines. Losing all the luxuries of life could make a weaker man cry. But for Fawful, he’s weaved through the heartache of poverty before. If there’s one thing he can’t stand living without however…it’s his dear Vacuum Helmet. It’s not his first machine, but it was his first invention. Vacuum Helmet 1.0 was a test of his skills to see what if he had what it took to study under Cackletta’s wicked ways. Even now, Fawful still kept his ‘Headgear’. Today was the day to supply power to the new and improved version. Jumper cables were carefully clipped onto the machine.

“Testing of Headgear 3.0 is commencing when Fawful says so. Voltage will be spoonfed to you…NOW! REGAIN LIFE!!”

His teeth chattered with anticipation as the Vacuum Helmet whirred. The jump starter he found last week was doing wonders for the dead battery within Headgear. When the tiny bulbs on the rim of the dome lit up, Fawful quickly disconnected the cables between the helmet and his power source. 

“You are functioning properly, yes?” 

His Headgear mechanically chirped in response, hopping with joy. The new LED screen atop the glass dome shows a simple smiley face.

“Yes! YEEEEES! The whimsy that illuminates from your motherboard brings Fawful many chortles!”

And with that, Fawful leans forward, inviting Headgear 3.0 to hop atop his noggin, like a mechanical moth to his furious flame. The weight on his head felt…quite comforting. He was just about to start another project when a red light started flickering on his desk. It must be time to receive his packages already! He slings a coat over his shoulders and opens the entrance to his base. Tiny floating saucers that resemble his alter ego Krankles come flying through with goodies in their arms.

“Come! Krankopters! Time for the show and tell of this week’s tantalizing collectables!”

Fawful snaps his fingers in a snazzy rhythm the Krankopters recognize, lining up side by side. A lot of this was his usual deliveries, such as the weekly groceries. Two of them managed to snag a whole crate of star candies. Good! Fawful nods in approval and sets them aside to restock the Krankles Kart. He even got a new pair of black trousers from the Toad Town Mall! It’s much more difficult than it needs to be to get something in his size without adjustments. 

“Fawful finds this very satisfactory! Was there anything forgotten?”

The last Krankopter beeped proudly, dropping a long wooden beam into Fawful’s arms. Looks like one of many spokes that could connect to a wheel of a pirate ship. 

“Eugh…K-88. What is this?”

He points the wooden spoke at the lone Krankopter like it was a misbehaving dog. 

“How many times must Fawful tell you…KEEP AWAY FROM THE BEACHES!! Those are where the pirates of badness live! Fawful wants little to nothing at all to do with them.”

Krankopter K-88 is smacked with the spoke, which knocks it over onto the ground. All the others move aside as two flamethrowers protrude from Headgear’s sides.

“You know what to do, Headgear.”

The little flying saucer did not survive the fiery onslaught, but the wooden spoke remained. In fact, it looked unscathed…like the heat didn’t even touch it. Fawful frowns immensely.

“EEYYAGH?! Wood that withstands the fire?? Fawful hates that! Headgear, fire again!”

More bursts of flame started to melt the floor around him, but didn’t harm the spoke. This could only mean one thing: it was made out of some kind of magic.

“Fururu…is this not so wonderful?! Fawful could just EXPLODE! WITH FURY! Magical wood, HA!” Blueprints were flung into the air as he stomped his feet. The robots cleaned up the mess as he brainstormed. “…Ooh…could Krankles pawn this off to the hands of a customer?”

Because he’s got a feeling that the sooner he can get rid of this, the better.

* * *

Crisp winter winds cut through the air like a soft butter knife. Dimble Woods’ trees stayed nice and evergreen, providing shade and shelter to those who reside. Moonlight trickled elegantly between the branches, and the lakes glowed in multiple hues of blue. Krankles was on the move, tagging customers left and right. But so far nobody would buy the magical wooden spoke. They wouldn’t even take it for free! He peered over to the lake beside him, wondering if he should just toss this thing. Out of sight out of mind, right? 

Taking a closer look, the water’s glow reflected Krankles. Or rather, it presented the face beneath the cloak, Fawful. There’s that pure white smile…now shining brighter than his future. And said smile that hasn’t reached his eyes in a long time. 

I feel like a broken record trying to play my latest hits, but those hits were 50 years ago and nobody remembers me. What is the point in even trying to play?

Fawful splashed some ice-cold water on his face to make him snap out of it. Droplets travel down his neck and onto his back, causing him to shiver. His thoughts are silenced and his ears are open.

As it turns out…the gentle ambience of the lake, wind, and trees were quite calming. As he lifted his head to enjoy the sounds, he saw a human woman on the other side of the lake. That mask covering her eyes sparkled against the light, and her hair was teal that faded into white.

Seconds pass, and neither say a word. Expressions blank, but with hints of intrigue. Krankles swallowed, about to speak…but watching her step into the water caused him to hold his breath. The lake was about to surpass her knee-length boots, but her gaze did not falter. Not a single chill went up her spine as she continued to walk. It was like witnessing a resolute force making her way across the lake and he didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing. Willing to take his chances, Krankles took this as a sign to set up shop.

Red bar stools were presented to his latest customer, and she took her seat with grace. It looked like she wanted to speak, but didn’t know what to say.

“A new face? I say to you…welcome to the Krankles Kart!”

As Krankles strikes a pose, the masked woman seems pleased, grinning ear to ear. She plays with a strand of her hair.

“Wow…! Sooo…I’m guessing you’re the man of the hour right? The Krankles of this Kart? …Hahaah of course you are what am I saying–the name’s Aquamarine! Er, MY name is Aquamarine!”

The woman (apparently her name is Aquamarine) holds out her hand for him to shake. This…wasn’t what he expected. But honestly, he’s had weirder customers. Her grip was firm as he only shook her hand once.

Hm…has she heard of me? Or perhaps…my presence is just THAT glorious she’s in awe?? 

“Tch, if not Krankles, who else would run this establishment with such vigor? Consider yourself acknowledged, Seafoam.”

Aquamarine (now nicknamed Seafoam, apparently) tilted her head with a confused smile. Krankles spared a moment for her to look at the shelves behind him, to see if anything catches her eye. But it seemed like all she wanted right now was Krankles himself.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask you more questions…! You’re like one of those traveling merchants, right? Is this your first time here in the woods?”

“Hm? Yes, Krankles travels as far as those puny eyes of yours can see. For I have seen many Kingdoms…but I have familiarity with this one. High potential for trading and…other things! But emphasis must be placed on the platter called travel, for Krankles is quick like the wind during a tornado of fury.”

“Aw that’s cool! Not gonna lie I’ve always wanted to see what’s beyond the border myself. I’m just…busy. I guess…”

“Tch, I cannot imagine what must be stopping you. The water lake did not halt our meeting.” Krankles mutters, wondering where he put his mini coffee pot.

“It’s a little more complicated than that, and I wish it was that easy. It feels like I gotta trudge through all of freaking Urchin Shoals just to accomplish a goal of mine these days, and even then you can still slip on a rock and eat a mouthful of water.”

“Welcome to the life that is mine…trudging through uphill rivers and climbing up the waterfalls! That is but Krankles’ daily tasks.”

“Climbing up a waterfall huh? Is that the same logic as falling up the stairs? Well…when the odds seem impossible…that’s when we can DO the impossible. Y’know?” Aquamarine flutters her eyes from beneath the mask, leaning closer to him.

Krankles stared off into space, remembering the aftermath of the Dark Bowser fight. He did survive despite quite literally exploding himself on command. How this explosion caused everyone to escape Bowser’s body still baffled him though. Gentle knocking on the counter brought him back to the present.

“Deep in thought, Krankles?”

“Yes…it was nothing much. Your words are ringing true, almost. There are forces filled with such NASTY outside the realm of control who dictate your victory or defeats, living or dying. No matter how hard-working, or how much overtime you are clocking in for schemes…”

Krankles started to rub his temples, trying to keep his emotions at bay. His customer wasn’t saying much, but her expression was taking note of it all.

“I think I get that…did something happen?”

“U-Usually Krankles would tell his life story, but it is long. With complications. Let’s not speak of Krankles…let us speak of the Kart! For you are its customer!”

“Oh…yeah! Yeah alright…I definitely wanna buy something!”

The product lineup was quite frankly discombobulated and overwhelming like the merchant himself. There was probably one of everything…but that single ‘everything’ one might need is incredibly hard to spot. Krankles pulls rags out of a Christmas stocking and wipes his head, hiding the sweat his ailment was causing.

“Really dunno where to start…could you help a gal out Krankles? What do you think I would need?”

“Fururu! Not to worry Seafoam, Krankles is always eager to guide the lost little customer who pleads so cutely. A sword is placed at your hip, yes? Then perhaps you desire this?”

From the back shelves, he pulls out a wooden sword, coated in little damage marks. Aquamarine’s eyes lit up with astute recognition.

“Oh! Well, I’m very flattered you thought about a sword for me. Buuuuut that’s not really what I’m looking for. I’ve got plenty of training swords at home, sorry.”

“T-Training…sword?”

There was a hint of embarrassment showing from beneath his hood.

“Now that I’m looking at it closer…you didn’t happen to find this today, did you? Looks like it’s made from the same wood as these trees.”

Krankles holds the sword out and it matches the patterns of a nearby tree. Aquamarine nods and puts her hand on her chin.

“Thought so! I was wondering where that one went after I…a-anyways didja know that the small branches here in Dimble Woods are VERY flexible? I would know, considering I’ve accidentally smacked myself a couple times trying to break em with my hands. Hurts like heck…but hey the trunks are pretty good material for training purposes.”

“Hmph. Welp, to me it was a simple wooden sword of simpleness. I will search for something better.” 

Krankles threw the training sword behind him so carelessly it knocked over a crate of star candies. Now, it was her turn to be embarrassed. Except he recognized that glint of anger beneath her blush.

“Dude! What the heck?? That was my sword!” Aquamarine huffed and waved her arms around.

“Finders keepers, losers weepers! Whaaat, because it was yours that means you claim the rights to free entitlement?”

“N-No, that’s not…that’s not the reason why I’m upset.”

She takes a deep, long breath.

“Okay, what if I said I thought a two year old could build the Krankles Kart?”

And Krankles in turn, turned absolutely red in the face. 

“You are to take that statement back, and SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR PIE HOLE! Krankles Kart is my most prized possession of beauty! Its schematics are like the deluxe cheese that pours down the fountain of dedication and tears! The press of a button can transform the shop into a suitcase for even easier transport and THAT IS FACT!”

With all the hand movements and teeth grating he’s doing, any normal person would excuse themselves to run away and never look back. But Aquamarine stands her ground and gives him that same unwavering stare like the moment they first locked eyes.

“And see…I think that’s what has me so drawn to you.”

“...What???”

“L-Lemme finish what I’m trying to say, Krankles…! Your shop, my sword, we’ve both got our passions for our craft. The sword I have on me right now…it’s my pride and joy. Her name is The Life Saver.”

She draws her blade and eagerly presents it to the merchant. Right now Krankles is speechless and just trying to process the fact that she’s not picking a fight with him.

“It’s the very first one I made! Well okay to tell you the truth my uncle helped me with it since he’s got some experience as a blacksmith…b-but I’m…..going off track here. Thank you for the recommendation, but you can keep the training sword, Krankles. I’m sure someone else needs it more than I do, and as a merchant, you need your profits. But just remember some things are more than what they seem on the surface.”

Aquamarine’s tone was soft and sincere. Her eyes reached out to Krankles more than anybody has reached out in a long time. Her shoulders sink as she adjusts her mask, to keep it and her feelings from slipping most likely. Fawful can relate to that. Fawful can relate to a lot of that, actually.

“You…are full of the surprises, Seafoam. Like a high five filled with fresh cold water on my cheeks, it shocks but it also has relief after. Do tell Krankles you will become his regular customer.”

Those fluttering eyes of hers return, and her voice trails off as if she’s in a dream. Her smile was a treat. This time it was Krankles who moved closer to her.

“...You said you travel a lot…and also I haven’t even bought anything from you yet…how am I a customer…?”

“I have declaration that you have purchased my attention~ But in actuality buying a product would have niceness.” Krankles hums playfully.

“Hehehe! Now I wouldn’t want to break your heart by leaving empty handed, would I? Okay, lemme try that again and see what you………have there…”

Something must’ve caught her eye. Following her gaze, Krankles pulls out a slim box full of tall, unorganized trinkets. He wheezes as he pushes it to the front of the shop…he had meant to display these earlier but then time slipped away from him. Krankles’ curiosity is at an all time high.

“There’s no way…” Her hands trace the handle of the wooden spoke from within the box. Red flags were starting to wave in Krankles’ head as Aquamarine held the spoke in her arms. “It is!”

“Stop, Seafoam.”

He used his reacher-grabber to take his item back. It made her flinch, like someone took away her favorite toy. He furrowed his brow, analyzing her with suspicion.

“Your eyes starve for this item when no customers before would grace it with the second chance glance. You are needing this? …I am wanting to know the reason.”

“U-Uh…well…I’ve been looking for something shaped like this to use…for an…art project…?” That lie was so bad it made him recoil in pure disgust. She’s definitely hiding something and he doesn’t like that one bit. 

“LIES! LIESLIESLIES! Tell Krankles the truth or you will be shooed away like an unwanted lunch tray!”

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad–I just really n-need it because it’s one of the eight–!!”

Almost like a strike of lightning, a spear tears through the side of the Krankles Kart, barely missing the merchant himself! Aquamarine yelps, drawing her sword.

“Krankles! Are you ok??”

She was met with silence…he seemed fine, but was too busy looking at the weapon that almost ended his game. Two voices groan in frustration from nearby bushes. Aquamarine gets up and points her blade towards the noise.

“Who goes there?! Show yourselves!”

“Just us, rookie.”

Two humanoid sharks walk through the bushes like they were nothing. Both wore bright bandanas around their necks and were in uniform. The taller of the two held his axe while dressed in deep shades of pink and purple. Meanwhile the shorter one was dressed in shades of red, missing her weapon. Strange looking star symbols were buttons adorned to both their vests. Their presence immediately filled the air with the scent of the salty sea. To say Aquamarine went pale is an understatement.

“Gyro?! Astro?!” She could feel a glare of absolute pain and evil coming from the Krankles Kart.

“PIRATES!!”

Krankles screamed from the top of his lungs! A lever was pulled, which activated the security system! The bar stools were put away, tripping his customer. Alarms blare as mechanical machines resembling the merchant start to circle Aquamarine and the two sharks. Krankles’ cloak moved with the wind; he held his ray gun tight and aimed it towards his foes.

“Your plan fell through the dirty cheesecloth! I spit and laugh upon this pathetic set-up! After our last encounter, Krankles wears his surprised face as the shark twins show their ugly mugs!”

“I see your stupid toys got bigger, Kranky! Still gonna tear ‘em to SHREDS!” Gyro flashes her fangs, eager to brawl.

“The plan is just beginning. If you give us the artifact now, then perhaps we won’t put you out of business.” Astro points his fin at the wooden spoke he’s holding.

“HAH! You bargain now, after the attempt on my most beautiful life?! Speaking further will only waste the foul breath of a nasty such as yourselves. But…then there is Seafoam. Listen to Krankles.”

The tip of his ray gun is centered towards her face. 

“Y-Yes…?”

“I have a vision, your opportunity to even odds and right some wrongs! Scurry over here for a fresh change in career! He will fill your pockets with many rewards!”

He and the sharks stare Aquamarine down like she was prey. She showed no fear in her poker face, thinking about his offer. An offended Gyro smacks her on the back of the head.

“Girl, SERIOUSLY?! You’re a Stygian Star!”

“Don’t abandon ship.” Astro sneered.

“Ow OW! C’mon guys, you say that like you have no faith in me!” Aquamarine tried to restore her composure, choosing a defensive stance. “Sorry Krankles…but you have what we need.”

“HMPH! FINE! Aren’t you just the rotten apple of the stupid bunch?! NOW IS WHEN YOU WILL FEEL THE BURNING WRATH OF KRANKLES!”

Shots were fired, and shields were raised. All hell breaks loose as weapons and steel clashed in the face of combat. Lasers from Krankles and his Krankopters danced across Dimble Woods as if it were a lightshow. Aquamarine rolled onto the dirt to evade the attack. The long blade of her sword created some much needed distance between her and the bigger robots. Meanwhile smaller Krankopters crashed to the ground by a swift swing of Astro’s axe. This left room for Gyro to dash towards the shop. Tch, Krankles wasn’t going to let some lowly crewmate get the best of him. Putting the pedal to the metal, the Krankles Kart revs on its electric motor. All terrain wheels moved without mercy, and he was satisfied upon hitting that shark-shaped bump on the road.

“Bro! C’mon! GRAAAGH!” Gyro growled as she held onto the back of the Krankles Kart for dear life. She ain’t leaving without her spear and the wooden spoke. 

“I’m on it!”

“Me too! Just as soon as we can clear these guys out! Ready, Astro?”

More floating saucers and even some big greenish variants of these robots with mechanical hands approach Aquamarine and Astro. She was already cooking up a plan, meanwhile her co-worker scoffs.

“Clear the way.”

Jabs from her sword poked several Krankopters from above, just as instructed. Astro saw an opening to jump through the horde and never look back as he ran after his sister and his foe. Aquamarine kept slashing, waiting for a new opening…but no. She couldn’t remember the last time they actually worked together as a team and this was why. 

“What the hell happened to ‘don’t abandon ship’…? You’re a Stygian Star, she says! Suuuure guys!”

Her entire body shook from pain as she was whacked from robot to robot like it was a game of pinball. But it’ll take more than a couple bots to take her down. She manages to snag one of the saucers using her white fabric belt like a lasso. Fueled by fury, she swings the poor thing around, bashing the metal skulls of the other machines. Aquamarine made sure every machine was downed before weaving through the trees. It wasn’t long until she caught up with all the ruckus.

“I will feast on the main course of well done SHARK MEAT! I HAVE THRILL!”

Krankles picks up the pace as he twirls and swings his hips to dodge the onslaught of Astro’s axe and Gyro’s spear. He points his ray gun at bizarre angles just to poke at the twins. The Krankles Kart is on automatic steering, but it can only move so fast with all the trees and bushes in the way.

“Just stay put!”

Astro just couldn’t pin the cackling man with the shit-eating grin down. He tried trapping him against the railing but the beanish slipped away. Of course it was like Krankles was made outta butter except for his hands, which kept hold of both his gun and the spoke.

“Nahhh don’t worry! I’ve got a great idea!”

Gyro manages to put her slimy fins on the steering wheel, taking control of the shop. That grin of his faltered real quick, and suddenly she was trying to shake a crazed merchant off her back.

“Nonono! MY SWEET KART! Surrender the wheel, KRANKLES COMMANDS IT!”

Everything starts to go absolutely out of control! Gyro couldn’t keep ahold of the wheel, Krankles kept bruising her with the spoke, and Astro was casually flung out of the shop as the kart almost went sideways. Alarms shrieked profusely but both drivers didn’t know why until it was too late.

-CRASH!!-

Krankles’ body bounced and rolled on the ground as the Krankles Kart collided with the tree. He could barely keep himself upright as he watched everything he collected fly across the woods. His foods, explosives, even that damn magical spoke, all out of reach. His heart wrenched as the Kart’s engine whined in agony before shutting down. Before his emotions got the best of him, Astro was already on his toes. 

“Nowhere to run, beansprout.”

He tried to use one of the surrounding trees as a shield to Astro’s incoming attack, but then that blasted woman’s voice rang in his head. 

Didja know that the small branches here in Dimble Woods are VERY flexible?

Just when the shark was about to bite the hell out of the beanish, he pulled a flimsy branch back. Astro expected to tear into flesh, but instead his lips felt the sharp sting of wood. The swelling on his mouth came immediately as he recoiled.

“GUHK—FUCK!”

As the merchant tried to make a run for it, Astro managed to grab his cloak and pin it against the trunk. Their faces were only inches apart, each trying to burn holes in the other’s soul. Krankles just smiled more and more, not letting up.

“Tch…you are deserving of that pain and more…fink-rat…”

Oh how it would bring the pirate shark so much joy to tear his face apart, but he lost his axe in the crash. The only thing that’s stopping him from beating Krankles to death was Gyro’s weak cough coming from the Kart. For now, he bashes Krankles’ head against the tree, knocking him out cold. Checking on his sister was more important than a mere merchant.

* * *

Aquamarine’s eyes lit up with fire as she witnessed Krankles and Gyro crash into a nearby tree. The force of the wreck shook nearby branches, one of which she was perched on. There was only one thing she needed and one thing alone: the artifact. She kept an eye on where the wooden spoke landed, waiting for the right moment.

Smoke filled the air, and some things were lit aflame by the destruction. Gyro climbed out of the remains of the Krankles Kart…the front of it was completely destroyed, but the back of it was kept mostly intact. Astro was right there to prevent her from faceplanting.

“Welp…that should’ve gone better! At least it’ll be easy to find that spoke since it uh, y’know. It won’t be on fire at least. You didn’t happen to find it yet did you?” Astro shook his head no.

“Shit. Alright whatever. UGH!”

Gyro turned around and lashed out on the Krankles Kart with her spear. ‘It’ll be easy to find’ is her way of saying Astro’s gotta look for it while she’s having her tantrum. At least the Rookie kept her head on her shoulders…speaking of her…

Aquamarine squealed softly and pumped a fist in the air! Woo! She found the wooden spoke beneath some sticks, quickly scooping it up in her arms. The twins have no idea! She can walk away scott free!

But…

She saw Krankles…and knew deep down he would be done for after they were finished destroying his beautiful shop. This is the part she doesn’t get about being a pirate, really. Krankles was in the way, sure. She’s plundered before. But a lot of things in this world are precious, like the people in it. Aquamarine closes her eyes and puts a hand over her chest. Brain says take the spoke and run but her heart is saying something else.

Now if only there’s a way to distract Gyro and Astro…

There was something else in the branches that caught her eye…it was a shiny green orb. It looked like it had the face of Krankles, but slightly different. And hey, she couldn’t say no to pressing the shiny red button on top. It starts…ticking?

Oh, this must be a bomb. OH IT’S A BOMB. OKAY.

Aquamarine had to think fast! She rolls the bomb away like a bowling ball…it was just far enough away to mean no harm to anybody.

Gyro and Astro were none the wiser as the flames nulled their hearing and sense of smell. And then all at once, BOOM! Flames and smoke go hand in hand as a part of Dimble Woods is now a mere burned hole in the ground. What the hell?? Was that a leftover robot?

The masked woman used the explosion to mask her footsteps. The wooden spoke was tossed aside as she used both arms to scoop up the merchant, making sure he was safe. Sliding down a slope to escape, she nervously bites the tips of her hair.

“DUDE, I JUST WANNA GO HOME! I SWEAR if the rookie let one measly toy get away for US to deal with I’m gonna–oh wait!! There it is!” 

Gyro eagerly picks up the wooden spoke. She smirks and places her spear and spoke on her shoulders. Astro merely rolled his eyes and picked up his axe.

“Like I said, easy~ AND HA! Bro you look like you kissed a cactus!”

“MMmh. Shuh. Uph.”

Gyro took one last look at the destruction they both caused and beamed with pride. Meanwhile, Astro was pissed that Krankles went missing. His only conclusion was that the explosion woke him up and he ran for the hills.

“Huh…I wonder if the rookie survived all that.”

Astro silently jabs his sister with his fin, trying to send the message.

“Gahaha! That tickles! You’re probably right, if she’s a real Stygian Star, she’ll get back up. And if she does it’s not like the boss will believe her story over ours anyways when we bring back a part of the Helm. Can’t stand in the way of the Compass Twins!”

She saw his injury as an opportunity to talk his metaphorical ear off as they both walked away from the crime scene, leaving a bruised Aquamarine huddled next to an unconscious Krankles.

-End of Chapter-

A giant, immaculate ship holds itself high against the rushing tidal waves. They smack relentlessly against all sides of the ship, causing it to sway in different directions. The ever-changing, shadowy Monster with many arms fights the sea and eventually climbs atop the ship deck. It sneers, searching for its target. Floorboards are torn apart and thrown away like yesterday’s leftovers. The Monster peers inside for any signs of life.

Its many eyes finally find a knight in sight. Her multicolored mask is blinding against her armor.

“So it’s you again. This time, you’re going down for good.”

It was all that she could say before talons of darkness swiped at her. She takes a deep breath, for her armor is impenetrable. The knight wielded her sword with both hands, swinging it with precision. Multiple voices of pain echoed as the Monster lost some limbs…this was her chance to climb onto the ship’s deck to fight on even ground. As she gets closer and closer to the Monster, she dodges more of its arms as if it was a raining barrage of spears. Victory is within reach as the knight tackles her foe; with the tip of her sword pointing at one of its many beady eyes. Getting desperate, the Monster changes shape to appear more…human, and frail.

Two arms and two eyes, was this really a Monster?

Then it shapeshifts further to be someone she knows.

The Knight freezes up.

“V-Vanilli??”

That one moment of hesitation allows a sneaky talon to topple her over. Suddenly, the Monster shifts to be three times her size. Reeling from that illusion, the knight haphazardly holds her sword sideways to try and hold off the onslaught of arms waiting eagerly to tear her apart. Eyes of many colors and sizes glare at its target like daggers. It has no mouth to open yet it speaks:

“HOW DARE YOU…HOW DARE YOU TURN AGAINST ME!”

The Knight stammers, still in shock.

“YOU…SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!”

“N-No! This is just a trick! If you were really my Aunt she’d never find out about this!”

A wave of shame washes over her as the Monster keeps pushing. Its disappointed glare pierces her heart like a wave of arrows. She could see herself reflected in its pupils.

“You’re just…”

“A COWARD.”

The knight makes a half-hearted attempt to move her sword out of its grasp. That just awards her with a newly shattered ankle. Wailing in immense pain, she creates some distance by pushing on her foe with her other foot. Trying to crawl away from the Monster…that does seem cowardly, doesn’t it?

“My leg…damn it, I should’ve seen that coming! Gotta get something…to heal!”

“HOW MANY MISTAKES MUST YOU MAKE?”

“Nngh…lecturing me instead of ending my game, you’re one to talk.” She stares back at her enemy with dread.

“IN A WORLD LIKE THIS…MISTAKES…COME AT A COST.”

The Monster’s voice, and its form; it changes shape to look like a tall, commanding sea captain. Each step towards the knight was louder than the last, shaking the floorboards. Somehow, the weight of this conversation was much heavier than her armor would ever be. 

“IF YOU CAN’T PAY THE PRICE…THEN YOUR LIFE IS FOREFEIT.”

It picked her up and started to walk towards the plank. The effort the knight made to struggle earned a guttural chuckle.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

As she’s held over the edge, feet dangling, all hope left her body. She closes her eyes in resignation.  

“I…I’m not a knight. I’m…not a hero. I’m just a fraud who hurts everybody.”

The Monster squinted with glee. It gladly tore that mask and shattered it right in the knight’s face. A million pieces fell into the abyss that is the ocean. There was no remorse in its laughter as it tossed her overboard.

No matter how much armor was worn…the terror of the sea consumed it all. Turns out the knight underneath was just a scared, naive woman. She starts to sink beneath the waves of uncertainty, and the depths below are infinite. The woman tilted her head towards the surface for help. It was hard to see anything but the starry night sky above who wants her back. Her mind dwells…embracing the idea of giving up, but one last comet of hope could be seen soaring across the sky. It was a small teal star making its way down to Earth. 

Minty…….can you hear me?

Someone called her name. Was it the Monster? Was it the Star? It scared her, but it also allured her.

“H-Hello…? Is someone there?”

Follow your heart.

Her heart…? Minty closes her eyes and puts a hand over her chest. Deep down…she knows she can’t give up here. Even if she’s unsure; even if she really did mean all those things she said, there’s still time to fix her mistakes. So she’s swimming back to the surface; even if it was like trying to pull a spoon from the thickest molasses.

“Hang on, I’m almost there! I’m gonna make it.”

A humanoid silhouette with a star-shaped head leans over and puts her hand underneath the calm waters. As their hands meet, the silhouette whispers…

Warioware…

…HUH??

–WARIOWARE!–

* * *

Alarm bells and sound effects blare underneath Minty’s pillows. She rolls onto her back and stares blankly at the ceiling for a moment.

“Wow…that felt so…real. Welp, time to get up!”

It took some digging around her bed to find her alarm…it was a blue Nintendo 3DS! Her hand grazes the worn out candy stickers on the case. Nothing like the sound of Wario and playing his microgames to wake up in the morning! …It was an acquired taste. Minty played a few games to shut off her 9am alarm and put her system back under her pillow.

Next to Minty’s bed and her sea of plushies was the nightstand where her cherry red glasses sat. Grabbing those and a hairbrush, she groggily gets up and trudges to her full length mirror.

“Good morning…my beautiful mess.”

It was a wrestling match between the brush and the knots in her hair. And holy crap was the brush losing today. Minty whispers small curses under her breath as each teal strand on her hair is straightened before putting them up into cute pigtails. Last but not least, she makes quick work of the smallest hairs on her chin with her electric razor. Whew…much better.

Her work uniform was waiting on her desk. It was a plain yellow shirt and brown pants. She drapes them over her shoulder as she takes a moment to check her calendar. Several work shifts and appointments were already written down for January. Strange looking star symbols were drawn for every Sunday…

There was a feeling of great satisfaction crossing off that first star. 

“Monday monday mondayyyy…everybody’s favorite, haha.”

Said nobody ever. But like everything else, she’ll make the most of it. Two important things for today: go to work, and return the library books. Should be easy enough! After a quick trip to the bathroom (only to get distracted for 15 minutes watching videos on her phone) Minty felt fresh enough for the day.

Living alone is truly something to get used to. But boy does it feel nice to have some peace, quiet, and privacy! She took some pride that her house in Dimble Woods has become her safe space. She walks across the hallway and down the stairs into the basement. It’s used mainly for storage like art supplies, safe foods bought in bulk, her bladed weapons collection…but the most important thing here is the big blue warp pipe in the middle of the room. Minty double checks that her books are in her hands and her uniform is actually on her body before jumping right inside!

On the other side of the tunnel was a plain sturdy shed. It didn’t have much inside except for this blue pipe and a yellow one next to it. Minty made sure she locked the door upon coming out…there’s no need for strangers gaining access to her house. 

Warm rays of the morning sun embraced Toad Town and its residents. A large building that shared the same colors as Minty’s work outfit stood before her. 

The front sign stood loud and proud: Bundtee Boutique!

In Toad Town’s standards, this place was faaaancy. The bricks were various shades of yellows and whites to evoke texture even from far away. The trims were brown to draw your eyes to the windows. Even the back of the building had classy setpieces like healthy potted plants and cushioned benches in case workers would like to take a break outside. Minty felt like she was the luckiest gal on the planet to be related to the Bundtees.

If one were to describe the feeling the boutique evokes upon approaching it; customers and workers alike would say it felt very welcoming. Even if someone went inside only to look around, they would leave with a positive experience.

Minty was about to enter the break room and clock herself in, but the click-clack of heels across the floor and a soft familial call stopped her.

“Minty, darling! There you are!”

“Auntie!! Wow that was quick–were you waiting for me?”

As she and her aunt Vanilli embraced, Minty could feel her hair being caressed by careful gloved hands. Vanilli looked down at her sweet niece with worry in her eyes. 

“Auntie Nilli…you don’t have to worry about meee~ …But, I missed you guys and I’m sorry for not coming to the New Years party.” Minty spat out that last part to get rid of the guilt.

“As long as you had fun with your friends, that’s what matters dear.” 

Yeah……fun with my ‘friends’…

“You’re an adult and we’re not the only people in your life…but oh you’ve grown so fast!”

10ish years did not seem so quick to Minty, but hey maybe time worked differently for a parent.

“I’d imagine if you were at the party…you would run inside with Frost and Spear the moment the fireworks started.” Vanilli smirked teasingly.

“Pfft yeah! You’re probably right. Then Pepper would follow ‘cause he wouldn’t wanna feel left out. The fireworks are really pretty but they get so loud here in town…aaanyways boss lady, I should probably clock in…and y’know, get to work?”

“Hehe, you won’t be in trouble for tardiness if I am standing right here, darling. Stay here for a moment. I wanted to tell you there's currently no big projects in terms of the bakery or the tailoring. However, the windows look a tad empty. What if…you painted some new landscapes to display today?”

Minty looked…relieved. It wasn’t the expression of absolute excitement Vanilli was anticipating but nonetheless they both smiled.

“That sounds nice. Ok, I’ll grab my stuff...there’s a painting I’ve been meaning to finish for a while now. Thank you Auntie!”

Vanilli clapped with approval.

“I thought we should all keep it simple on our first day back in the shop this year. But Minty! Before you go out, please make sure you see Velvina. She’s waiting for you up front.”

“Auntie, you say that like I don’t want…….I mean…yeah! Of course I’ll see her. Call me if you need me for anything…love ya!”

Minty starts to leave hoping this would end the conversation. Vanilli merely nods and waves to her niece.

“I will. I love you too.”

After clocking in technically late, Minty dove into one of the lockers in the break room. She traded her books for her apron and art supplies. Canvases…brushes…paints…all the essentials to good paintings. 

It would be so easy to get lost upon rows and rows of clothing. Thankfully, this gal knew this place like the back of her hand. She weaved between the racks and customers. She would wave to the customers…and sometimes to the racks if she accidentally bumped into them. Strong scents of pastries lured Minty closer to the front of the store. The bakery was a new addition after the boutique gained major profits and Vanilli’s daughter Velvina showed extreme interest in baking. Minty was particularly excited about the section of the building that was remodeled to resemble a cafe. She and Velvina would get carried away chatting on more than one occasion. Speaking of chatting…

“Psst pssst, hey Vina? Vina Velviiinaaa?”

Minty leans over the counter to watch her cousin restocking the cannolis and croissants. The former opened wide and pointed at her mouth, to which Velvina rolled her eyes and gave her one of the croissants. 

“Please don’t tell me you skipped breakfast again?”

“Mmm?? It’s still morning! Why make food at home when I can grab a quick bite here? Um…by the way, it’s close to opening time.”

“Hmm..oh! Oh! Yes, it would appear so.” Velvina glances worriedly at the clock and tries to work faster.

And there’s no way she’s going to be ready at this rate. She’s usually so on top of things too…

“Need a hand? I’d love to help.” 

“Are you sure?? Because that would be wonderful.”

Without any instructions, the two ladies started to fill the empty shelves with sweet treats. Velvina felt right at home, humming a delightful tune. Minty set aside a few more snacks for herself and prepared to brew some batches of tea.

“Haha this kinda reminds me of the times we would play house as kids.” She kept a close eye on the kettles. “You were so passionate about being the stay at home mom while I was the dad with two jobs and brought a new pet home every night.”

“I remember that! You forgot to mention the part where you kept changing jobs on a whim and I would wonder how you got a pet while working as a dentist artist.”

“Well…somebody brought their pet lamb to the office and said they couldn’t take care of it anymore! Out of the kindness of my heart I HAD TO ADOPT IT! Then I can’t remember if I dyed their teeth blue or pulled their teeth out…”

“The patient or the lamb?”

“Uhhh…oh! The tea!”

Minty poured some boiling water into a teal travel mug and a red teacup with teabags in both.

“Thank you Minty. Doing the preparations doesn’t feel the same without you.”

“Aw, Vina…”

“I’m glad you’re back now. Hmm, maybe my wish came true…” 

“H-Huh? Did you wish for me to come home or something?” Minty’s pigtails perked up similar to a cat’s ears.

“I wished that we would all spend more time together as a family. Did you make your new year wish?”

“UH well the thing is…I wished…..for the same thing actually! What a coincidence!”

She shamefully took a sip of her tea. Velvina’s wish was very selfless and she seemed to take pride that Minty apparently made the same wish.

“Now then, don’t let me keep you from painting any longer. I see you have your things.”

“Yeah! That’s right. By sundown I oughta have something that’ll knock mom’s–uh, auntie’s socks off!”

“That would be entertaining to see hehe! See you later, Minty.”

* * *

It didn’t take long for Minty to find her usual spot out front. A work in progress canvas of the Bundtee Boutique was placed on the easel. In her opinion, this was peak weather. Sun with the slight chill of winter winds…paint tends to dry quicker and Minty thrives in the cold. The process was like clockwork…brushes waltzed on the canvas like many skilled street performers. Toads that passed by would stare at Minty’s technique. It doesn’t bother right now since she’s deep in her own little world. Painting these landscapes always got her thinking…

The Mushroom Kingdom. It’s a beautiful place; that can’t be denied. Everything was placed neatly together. Like all the landmarks in the largest snowglobe…protected from the tides of change. The toads stroll around as if they thrive in their usual routines…Peach makes announcements and runs her Kingdom like she’s fine with the stagnation of it all. Even King Bowser’s attacks felt…predictable? Does anybody else notice that or is it just her?

If you asked Minty…the solemn Darklands has its own beauty. Um…even though King Bowser isn’t as wonderful as Peach is; she was enthralled by the wacky stories of the Minions and Koopalings during her visits. Her family didn’t want her to go there. Of course Velvina made a whole list of dangerous reasons. They were very misguided for thinking mere warnings would prevent her from sneaking out like the lovestruck teen she was. 

Love was in the air for her once. One time she wrote down plans to reside in the Darklands permanently…to stay where she felt passionate sounded right. However…her family had other plans. Vanilli’s words still echo in Minty’s head sometimes… 

I know you love him, darling. But please, think about this. You must focus on yourself and your responsibilities. I fear you won’t live up to your true potential if you pursue this any further.

Did Auntie have a point? Was that all stupid and a waste of time? Maybe…Minty still thinks about what it could’ve been like otherwise. She hasn’t returned to the Darklands since.

Her house, her job, her family…gosh, others aren’t so fortunate. She’s so grateful for all of it! But at the same time…there’s only so many ways to paint the same building, so to speak. Every time a feeling or a secret is kept hidden around those Minty loves most; it breaks her big warm heart. 

She zoned out so much she didn’t even notice how much she was painting off course until it was too late. Suddenly she saw the biggest and thickest splotch of teal stroked across the canvas. 

“Oh no. Oh nonono! Oh CRAP!”

That one brushstroke covered the intricate details and completely overshadowed the boutique. That’s her Aunt’s shop, not the stupid comet shop! All that hard work…who would want this?? Nono, it could be fixed. She could paint over the lost art (although that would take time) so this would be profitable again. Or…she could throw this away and start anew. But that would take even longer and she needs landscapes, SHE NEEDS COINS NOW! 

…Minty tries her best to diffuse her internal meltdown by hiding under the umbrella, hoping no passersbys will notice her. Welp, no matter what the paint would need to dry first. She was quick to find another painting spot despite her vision blurred with tears.

* * *

Almost closing time…Minty came back with paintings in her arms. Vanilli and Velvina were so happy to put two new artworks on display. All Minty could feel was more guilt gnawing on her stomach. One was the Princess Peach fountain in the middle of Toad Town. It was pretty but…she’s done that before. The other was a lone bench that was surrounded by beautiful flowers. It’s unknown why this bench was built so far away from the other ones but it became a makeout spot. These will sell. But at what cost, really?

“I see you have another painting?” Velvina chimed curiously.

“What?? Oh, this one? N-Nah it’s still not finished yet. I made a mistake by accident and I’ll fix it next time!”

Minty sheepishly covers up the canvas with her hands. Vanilli can tell she felt tense so she smiled warmly.

“It’s no rush darling. I think what you made today was wonderful.” 

“T-Thank you very much…”

An awkward pause ensues. Minty stares into her painting, waiting for a response. Velvina pipes up.

“Mom and I are gonna make spaghetti tonight!”

“Man that sounds tasty! I’ll catch up in a bit…the books I rented are due today and the library is gonna close soon.”

“Oh…ok! Well…good! Mom, let’s get everything ready!” Velvina was pleasantly surprised and lightly tugged on Vanilli’s jacket like she was a little kid again.

“Wonderful. Well, don’t take too long at the library. Or else your uncle may eat all of it first.”

“Shoot! That means I gotta hurry~”

The girls laugh as they temporarily part ways. Mother and daughter entered the yellow pipe that takes them back to their house, meanwhile Minty made sure the Bundtee Boutique was in tip top shape for tomorrow before locking the front door. She decided to take her mistake painting with her…there was just something about it she couldn’t throw away this time. Minty used her trusty scarf to keep her canvas secure on her back before booking it across town to the local library.

As she approaches the intricate front doors, Minty couldn’t help but stop to admire the dusk sky. The daytime oranges and nighttime blues fade so well together it's complimentary. She swore there was also some sort of floating…man, on a platform?? Flying in the far distance? 

Okay go inside the library, Minty. That’s probably not as weird as you’re making it out to be.

“I’m hereeeee! Here! Books! Boooooks!”

Minty almost trips over herself as she walks with two left feet to the front desk. The librarian’s face lit up with recognition.

“For a moment there I thought I would have to charge your first late time fee. Your card, please.”

A shy smile was all she needed to see before manually searching Minty’s info on the computer.

“Heyyyy…sorry, I know you’re about to close, but I was wondering if the book ‘The Heart of Hallmark: Part 5’ was back?”

“I was juuust checking that out while processing the return. But no, Part 5 isn’t here…the person who has it now missed the return date by a few days.”

“Noooooo….really? But…I NEED to know how it enddddds…it’s a super cute story! She’s gotta find her lover and…urrrgh…dying from…lack of conclusion…”

Minty slumped on the desk while a young green toad with a scarf was staring at her painting. The librarian adjusts her glasses and keeps scrolling.

“If the book isn’t back in a few more days I’ll order a new one and hold onto it for you. How does that sound?”

“You would do that for me?? Thank you so much! That would be a lifesaver.”

“Of course. There’s obviously nothing more crushing than the power of suspense.”

“Don’t even get me started on that! That’s why I usually wait for my TV shows to finish airing and then binge all the episodes. It’s too bad the system only allows 4 books rented at a time despite the 5 book series, but I understand why.”

“Excuse me one second Minty–hey, Kinopio? Do you need some assistance?”

The librarian leans over on her chair to see the toad named Kinopio fumbling a poster by accident. It drags across the floor and touches Minty’s feet. Let’s see what this says…

Join Toad Town’s (Official*) Art Club!

Located at Toad Town Library

Meetings every Wednesday! 3-8pm! 

(That’s also library lunch day) 

(So we can eat and art!!)

*Not official YET until there’s more club members

There’s also an adorable little crayon doodle of Kinopio holding a paintbrush. Honestly, it reminded Minty of her youth drawing pretty princesses. Her cheeks blushed a soft shade of pink.

“I really like your poster!”

“O-Oh! Thank you! And no thank you! To the assistance thing! Also hi!!” Kinopio waves enthusiastically.

“Hehe hi there…are you the one who formed the art club?”

“Yea!! You could say I’m the club president, I think! But just call me Kinopio! …I love your art!”

She instinctively steps in front of her painting.

“A-Ah thanks but it's not done…”

“Aww! It’s still nice even if it’s a work in progress! Wait waaaait…are youuuu Minty Mint?” Kinopio excitedly points with both stubby little hands.

Said Minty Mint points at herself and nods with a nervous smile on her face.

“I knew it! So you’re the artist behind all the cool art at the fancy clothes shop? I need to ask you something important!!”

“You think it’s cool…? I-I appreciate the sentiment even if it’s not my best work.”

Kinopio waddles over to Minty as they both look at her canvas together.

“First I need to ask if you’re always so modest? And also do you want to join the art club?? I’m the only one so far and the first meeting will be on Wednesday like it says on the poster here–”

“A-Ah, well I dunno, uhhh…I’m not sure yet? Is it more of a painting club or is it like…could members also make crafts?”

“Where would the fun be if there was a limit?! It’s any art! Crayons are my expertise…made this today while waiting for potential new members. You could be the first in my awesome lineup!”

There was something about the way his smile had cute little dimples and how he was advertising the club that made Minty giggle.

“Hehehe~! I’m very impressed you made this in the span of a day, Kinopio. Look…I’ll think about it. If I join I’ll have to fit this into my schedule and stuff somehow.”

“Oh?? A busy artist? …I getcha! No pressure at all, really!”

The librarian clears her throat to get their attention and adjusts her glasses.

“I hate to interrupt, but it’s 10 minutes past close.”

“Oh! S-Sorry ma’am. Here Kinopio, let’s get your things real quick.” Minty grinned.

Kinopio, Minty, and the librarian all walk out of the Toad Town library together. The latter locks the door behind her, making sure everything’s in order. Kinopio excitedly discussed his dinner plans. Apparently he really likes cuisine from beyond the Mushroom Kingdom. That just reminded Minty that her spaghetti was waiting for her. She always liked how sweet the marinara was and how fresh the parmesan was…drool started to form in her mouth. 

The sun had set completely as Minty jogged back to the boutique. Welp, that’s another day done. At least she doesn’t need to cook; with how busy she’s been lately it’s difficult to motivate herself to get in the kitchen. She wonders about what else will need done this week as she unlocks the shed. With one last look at her painting, Minty decided to sit it next to the blue pipe to take home later.

The art club sounded so nice, and Kinopio was kind too. It was only one day a week so…maybe if she signed up she could finish that painting the way she wanted to. But…ugh, responsibility. Living alone comes at the cost, literally, of coins. She debated telling her aunt and uncle that she needed money again. But at the same time, she didn't want to burden them. Instead, she opts to simply enjoy a free meal and call it a night.

She’ll figure everything out, somehow.

-End of Chapter-

The Mushroom Kingdom. It’s the home of so many different people! When undisturbed, foreign lands would describe this place as united and harmonious. How could one Princess govern over all of these distinct areas? It’s incredible really……..from the capital Toad Town, the dense Dimble Woods, the serene Twinsy Tropics, even the celestial Star Hill—and that’s only the tip of the iceberg! 

If you ask the right person, even the dreaded Darklands of the Koopa Kingdom could be a good home. Although, living there means you would have to serve under their ‘glorious’ King. Speaking of him, his attacks upon the Mushroom Kingdom is the main reason why some people tend to stay away from that place. Keyword: some.

It’s crystal clear (and a real shame) that what Bowser wants most of all is a romance with Princess Peach. Love…oh how it makes people stupid. Focus on the potential of the Mushroom Kingdom! What a waste of your resources when you could have signed a peace treaty years ago. Wait for the right moment and then...BAM! Betrayal! Take it all and rule it with an iron fist.

You know who would have both kingdoms right now if two fink rats and a king of stupid didn’t get in his way? That’s right. The one and only Lord Fawful! 

How everything went wrong in the end still stumps him to this day. Breaks his cold little heart witnessing everything he worked on be trashed like it was nothing. A personal theater, an express train, even the Fawfulized Peach’s Castle! That was all VERY important!!

The familiar sights of the Mushroom Kingdom gives Fawful a headache. It makes him want to turn around. Go back to traveling aimlessly, kingdom to kingdom. But after that—that thing started sprouting up…Fawful knew he had to stay, at least for now. A dark fragment of his past, he theorizes it’s the reason he survived after his last battle. When he was that disgusting, dysmorphic arachnid…

Fawful kept his beaten up floating platform steady as he passed through isles of trees. Dimble Woods was a place that could have used more pizazz in his opinion. But he was intrigued when he saw the new houses that were built since he's been away. Fawful drags his cloak over his head and rides his platform low so he wouldn’t raise suspicion from the skies. If he kept his identity a secret for this long he’s not going to make mistakes and ruin it now.

The familiar scent of the salty sea and decaying teeth lets him know that he can now take that shortcut in Plack Beach to get to his goal. His finger drags across the coral wall as he dives inside the Cavi Cape Cave. But the real destination is right here, outside the caves and onto the plains. 

Fawful had to shield his face from the incoming sunset. It appears as if the sky was coated in a pleasant creamsicle dream…topped with white cloud frosting. The grass and rocky slopes were coated in a honey-like filter. The slopes were thankfully no trouble to traverse for his floating platform.

It brings back a memory…this was where Bowser really met Fawful for the first time. What a buffoon…but it was also in that moment a small seed of worry was planted within Fawful. He really thought it was going to be as simple as tossing the Koopa King in a cave and leaving him there huh? He scoffed at the reminder of his past failures, but then his eyes welled up remembering who was also there.

Midbus…

“Fawful wishes that you would come home, like a lost package.”

He tries to catch one of the last leaves that have fallen from the trees. Alas, the wind makes it slip between his fingers…

“But my receipt is long, and past the return date…”

Fawful keeps muttering to himself as he hops off his ride and brings out the suitcase he kept tucked away in his cloak. The sleek albeit simple design was intentional, that way if anybody snagged it they would be met with a nasty surprise. Once the two red buttons where the latches should be are pressed, he drops the suitcase and steps back.

Like a plant growing three thousand times its speed, various parts emerge from the brown suitcase. A set of four sturdy wheels are placed smoothly on the ground. They are supported by metal beams. Followed by wooden shelves that are self assembled. It’s all starting to form together into a little shop. Even a long marble countertop smacks Fawful in the face. Wait, smacks him in the face??

“OOF!”

The impact makes the little beanish go tumbling down a rocky slope! Rocks scrape his skin, but he grits his teeth through the pain. It’s alright. This isn’t his first fall. He climbed back up. All of a sudden the top of his head was pounding like crazy. It starts to glow dreadfully, which gets covered by his hands immediately. Oh his aching head! Fawful stared back at his creation for a moment before screaming!

“YOU NASTY THING FULL OF UGLY?! I HURT YOU BACK!”

There was searing pain as Fawful whipped his foot against the side of his cart. OW! His legs wobbled. From the way his right foot was acting that must have stubbed one of his toes…it’s fine. It’s totally fine! Just one of the many things he has to fix later!

The neon sign that was placed so eloquently atop the shop started to flicker…that made Fawful rub his head to simmer down. Slumping against the countertop, he rubs his hands against it and places a kiss.

“Krankles Kart…I have so much apologies. You realize my fury lacked the personal beef full of bitterness, yes?”

He just couldn’t stay mad at his latest invention…behold, his merchant life made easy! A portable shop, the Krankles Kart! But that brings up a good question…who is this Krankles guy?

That would be Fawful’s alter ego; who has built his reputation across the lands as a traveling merchant. Despite showing up only a few months ago; Krankles has already made friendly regulars and bitter enemies in this kingdom. While the Bean N’ Badge was impressive….it was stuck beneath Peach’s Castle. It didn’t exactly have a big community. This was much better than selling badges for beans in the sewers…

As the sun started to set further behind the sea, Krankles quickly unpacked several boxes of….questionable supplies. He lined the shelves with discontinued snacks and beverages with some of the highest amounts of sugar one could buy…they supposedly boost stats. And there's some explosives on a higher shelf that could cause a quick game over if one isn’t careful. There’s also some items that one would have to travel halfway across the world to obtain! Each has their various reasons as to why they did not make it past the Mushroom Kingdom borders.

Krankles was fully in-character; giggling and kicking his feet as potential customers stopped by. Toads who were brave enough to venture out this far, some particularly sassy Chuboombas, and simple minded Borps. They would take one look at the shelves, and ask very stupid questions like ‘Do you sell any milk or bread?’. What. Does this look like a grocery store? Everybody who visited the Krankles Kart ended up leaving empty handed. That isn’t a real surprise…he’s not looking for a casual audience. He’s looking for those shady folks like himself who need something in a bind…

Someone like…AHA! That one! That one who just dug a hole out of the ground! He recognizes his black tipped claws, warm brown fur, and that singular tooth. The black night goggles were the cherry on top. It’s none other than one of the five Monty Brothers! A regular customer…finally. Krankles quickly lifts his chin and smirks.

“I say to you, welcome back! Krankles had anticipation like putting pressure on knuckle until it surrenders to the cracking!” To make his point, Krankles cracked his knuckles. 

“Well, thanks! But bro, It took me one hell of a time tryin’ to find you this time! Would it kill ya to stay in one place for a while so us bros don’t have to dig so far?”

Well that would completely ruin the point of a TRAVELING merchant business wouldn’t it?

“Also don’t worry broski, I made sure I wasn’t followed. So chillax and take a breather.” He gives him a thumbs up.

Krankles cautiously looks both ways, just in case.

“Fururu! Very well.”

He lifts his hood behind his head revealing Fawful to the Monty Bro. He presses a button on the floor of the Krankles Kart with his foot. This causes four red bar stools to pop out front. The Monty Bro had to jump up to grab the seat but he made it work.

“Soooo, the boys and I are settin’ up a party tonight for the new year and we’ve gotta have the GOOD stuff. Not that low class crap that has to get Kingdom approved first ya see?”

Fawful was already digging around for the answer this mole sought before he finished his sentence. The mole adjusted his night goggles.

“Lamp oil…rope…bombs…ah! Fireworks! A selection here to soothe your aching palette and fill Fawful’s pockets!”

Fireworks were pulled off of the shelves and presented with vigor. Big display fireworks, deadly firecrackers, it was all enveloped in colorful packaging. Fawful became more animated, waving his hands around and describing how each one exploded in the sky. The mole looked confused, but impressed.

“Maaaaan this is good! I’m actually gonna take all of these off ya hands. What kind of payment do you want this time?” He bounces a little in his seat.

“Hm…Fawful envisions many shiny coins raining upon his fingertips!” He smiled as his fingers walked across the counter.

“Jus’ coins bro? Surprised you didn’t ask for beans.”

“N-No no. I am not needing beans this time.” 

“Good, because for real bro? I’m almost certain we dug up all the beans you want in these areas. You can trust a mole’s word on that.”

The Monty bro lifts a surprisingly heavy bag of coins out of nowhere and plops it on the counter.

“7,000 sound fair?”

“Fawful accepts this! Now, for the trading!” He nodded enthusiastically. 

Considering he made a lot of these fireworks this is quite the steal. Monty Bro’s eyebrows went sky high, like he just remembered something.

“Actually wait—I have something else for you! This isn’t part of the payment but I got this from a friend next door.” 

While Fawful dragged the coins into the cart, the Monty Bro pulled out something and handed it to him. It was a glass bottle with fancy labeling and red liquid inside, Fawful's mouth went agape.

“Chuckola Cola! Oh, this is taking me back to the past.”

“Yeah! I’ve never tried it. Is it any good?”

“Eh…no, Fawful does not drink. But a foreign item garners interest for a critic like tasting outlandish delicacies. This will suffice for trading.” 

“Oh.” As Fawful put the Chuckola Cola away on a low shelf, he heard his customer tapping his claws on the shelf nervously. What’s he got to be nervous about? Is he….hiding something?? “Uh, actually bro. Lord Fawful dude. I was thinkin’...”

Fawful’s back straightens immediately and now the Monty Bro has his full attention.

“Goggles…?”

This Monty Bro supposedly named ‘Goggles’ rolled his eyes playfully.

“If you don’t have any plans tonight uhh…why not party with us? It’s gonna be a good time now that we got THE goods. Oh but I should tell you I invited some other rogues and whatnot—BUT DON’T WORRY BRO! I didn’t invite those dumb pirates that have been givin’ ya trouble lately. That would be stupid. And I know how you feel about your identity so you could go as Krankles–” It’s at this point Fawful has drowned out the conversation and has instead been pondering deeply while eating one of his homemade snack bars that was dangling in the front display.

It just occurred to me…despite their assistance back in my glory days I never bothered to remember any of these brothers’ names. Yet this one is inviting me to a New Years Eve party.

Fawful suddenly rubs his forehead with his fingers, like he’s trying to suppress something. He interrupts Goggles with a slight raise of his hand.

“Shush! Too much of the risk. Besides, projects are whispering Fawful’s name…they demand completion you see. This never ending cycle is fate for a foul, aged schemer such as me. Fawful is the limburger of EVIL!” 

“Uh-huh….alright. I understand that, but life isn’t always about work y’know? Everybody’s gotta take a break sometime. Like I dunno, go on a vacation or find yourself a ladybro!”

A very annoyed Fawful puts a very elaborate disk brake on the counter.

“Tch. A brake you wanting? Without charge? Fururu! Just try taking it~!”

He slaps the countertop a few times while giggling to himself. Goggles has seen this behavior while working for Fawful before, so he merely sighs. “Not what I meant and you know it bro…”

Leaning back on his stool, he notices the moon is rising pretty high…a sign that it’s getting late. 

“Oh no! I gotta get going! The bros are probably gettin’ started without me. Uhhh Happy New Year! Deuces!”

If Fawful wanted to say goodbye, Goggles was digging too quickly into the ground to do so. Happy New Year, huh? We’ll see about that. His hood went back on to cover his identity and the stools were put away. Krankles groans and looks up at the night sky too. As much as he wants to goof around all night, it’s very unlikely he’s going to make more profit. Krankles got one good sale at the end of the year. Everybody is going to be busy, so he might as well close the shop early.

* * *

His new base of operations (he refuses to call it a home) is near the top of the annoying blue glow stick called Star Hill. The stars gleam such bright hues of blues and greens. Fawful is once again riding atop his floating platform to skip all that dreadful climbing. The side rockets jitter at times…alongside his aching toe, this thing needs some repairs too. Everything is turning into setbacks isn’t it?

“Ha…ha…Fawful is a force of relentlessness. A nightmare who transcended the Dream World…like the mold that bread cannot escape!”

Several star-shaped rocks with swirls engraved in them were in sight. Time to land. Fawful pulled out his remote and pressed one of the buttons, which revealed a secret passageway. Once inside, the familiar musty scents of rubber and motor oil that are his unfinished projects greet him. A small Fawful-shaped creature on wheels quickly scans his creator to check identification. It waddles away sweetly once it was confirmed Fawful has indeed returned.

It’s a mess. The work tables were disorganized; the shelves still had decor from the fall when he first moved in…but at least his suitcase went back to the entrance where it was supposed to. Fawful grumbles as he overlooks his tasks. Build new versions of Mechawfuls (ones that have hands)…fix Headgear….fix shower. He ignored the rest of the list for now and had to scribble in the smallest letters possible with a pen at the top to repair the platform.

Oh. And his toe. He grabs one of his last pain pills from the shelf. Add to the list…get more pain meds. He’ll have to go back outside in the morning.

After some further research and testing on his platform’s rockets, Fawful looked at his watch. 11:45 pm….hm. 

“The New Year approaches…”

Time for a break. The fireworks would disrupt him even if he kept working…and besides, the Monty Brothers had his fireworks. That would be worth checking out.

Most of his completed robots, the Fawguards, escort Fawful outside and scout the perimeters, while Fawful himself takes a seat on one of the rocks close to a ledge. He can overlook the entire Mushroom Kingdom from here. The capital, Toad Town, was especially vibrant. From up here he can’t see the details, but he can tell it’s a grand party. A giant mushroom ball made of sparkling glass is held atop a long pole. 

Speaking of glass, Fawful is holding the only wine glass he has. His fingers trace the Beanbean Kingdom insignia underneath the base of the cup. It belonged to his former mistress, Cackletta. N-Not that he cares anymore, of course. It’s been over 5 years since he last saw her…he just needed something to try the Chuckola Cola. He poured himself a decent amount of red wine and swirls it around. Two minutes until midnight. 

“Fururu…!” A few sips in and Fawful’s already chuckling. Apparently whatever jokes were told to ferment this were really potent. It’s almost as if this was laughing gas in liquid form…ooh.

He counted the seconds on his watch.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

The moment the clock struck midnight, Toad Town’s Ball had dropped. The entire Mushroom Kingdom was illuminated with a stunning display of fireworks. With Fawful’s viewing spot, he was at eye level with the explosions. He laughed with joy upon seeing some of his erratic fireworks in the forest! However, the fireworks show in Toad Town lasted much longer and drowned out his handcrafted explosives. 

An array of powerups and symbols colored the sky…mushrooms, fire flowers, and stars. Even the Princess’s face. It was like the colors of the rainbow were kissing the lonely night, begging it too to come celebrate the New Year.

…Which, y’know, this would all be beautiful for a normal person, but all Fawful can think about is how mediocre the fireworks are. If it was FAWFUL’S KINGDOM (like it was supposed to be) then this show would have been ten times brighter, ten times louder, ten times GREATER than anything these sad people can come up with!

“HAHA! This is pathetic and I spit upon it all!”

His once bubbly laughter starts to turn into something…a little more concerning.

“The Kingdoms of Mushroom and Bowser has forgotten all that is Fawful. What, is he needing to kidnap a silly princess on all weeks of the year to be remembered so?! HAHAHA! WELL I LIVED! And one day Fawful is going to beat all who oppose him! Then they will cry tears of delicious which I drink with such happiness!”

Fawful’s hysteria made his throat sore and at this point left him hunched over, looking up at the blasted sky. He stutters as two fireworks take over his view. One red, and one green.

No. 

Not those faces who haunt him so! Red and Green mustaches, the brothers two who always ALWAYS beat the odds! They are remembered, they are loved. And what does Fawful get? Short-lived glory…but then the shoes and hammers and claws and fire upon him! AND THEN?! When his alter ego asks the citizens about the Fawful incident almost 2 years ago?  

They all brush over the Blorbs pandemic! Simply cured by magic and ingredients Fawful’s never even heard of! His theater? What theater? When did this railroad get here? Oh let’s put other trains on it and say Bowser’s Minions built it! All that he did. On his own. It didn’t even compare to the supposed super scare that thing did. Oooh Bowser’s Dark counterpart made the world fucking dark! SOOOO SCARY!!

Stupid stupid STUPID! Fawful scratches his head fervently. His stress spikes to new levels, and the bottle of Chuckola Cola shatters. The robots in his vicinity started to check up on him but everything was going dark.

I should have never woken it up. Why?! Why did I follow my dead mistress’ footsteps and chase after a magical artifact?! I hate the Mario Brothers, and I hate that Bowser!!

But what he despises the MOST is everything he worked so hard for was for naught. Starting all over AGAIN. He has NOTHING! NOBODY! MIDBUS COULD BE DEAD FOR ALL HE KNOWS AND IT WAS HIS FAULT!

“FAWFUL WISHES THE PAIN WOULD DISAPPEAR!”

HE REFUSES TO ONLY BE KNOWN AS THE MERE NERD FROM NEXT DOOR WHO WOKE UP THE GODDAMN DARK STAR!

“NNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

Fawful’s forehead glows an ominous red, and before he knows it, several shadowy spider legs painfully arise from his back and shoulders! One more appears, like an antenna of darkness. The conductor is the last trace of the Dark Star with its one bloodshot eye. It awakens!

His robotic servants heard Fawful’s pain and took their weapons out. But since the source of pain is attached to him, they freeze. Fawful jitters and falls backwards! The spider legs catch his fall and start to run around in all different directions. The dizzy, excruciating sensation only worsens as he feels his back tingle.

“F–F-Fawguards…help…” He wheezed weakly.

The Dark Star was looking around aimlessly. For what? Nobody knows, but his eye squints with apprehension once he sees the robots approach. Without a word the spider legs keep pulling on the beanish who it held captive, but cannot escape from. Parts of the Fawguards went flying after some bursts of darkness emanating from the Dark Star. It tries to jump down the mountain! Thankfully, the remaining Fawguards take hold of the legs despite the damage it was doing to them.

Fawful is quickly thrown back inside his lair and the usual containment procedure is as follows. Go into the long holding tube, use a small burst of light power that is contained within the rocks of Star Hill. Fixed. Like holding a marshmallow fully inside a flame, the Dark Star and his legs wordlessly burn up and fade back into Fawful’s skin.

He didn’t fully register that his ailment was subdued before he fell unconscious inside the tube.

* * *

Fawful merely stared at the ceiling, questioning his life.

At some point last night, his robots must have carried Fawful to his bed…because that’s where he woke up.

“Fawful feels pathetic.”

That got the attention of one of his work in progress helper machines, who was recording his vitals. Fawful noticed that his health was fine now. And while he has another headache; this isn’t the Dark Star itself…only the after effect. His watch says it’s January 1st, 1pm…hm.

His mind wanders to his tasks…the list he made. Get more medication for the pain…yeah. There’s a small flicker of hope in his eyes as he realizes it’s New Years Day. One, the pharmacy he usually steals from will be closed early. But two…there’s something he needs to do before going back down the mountain.

His creation looked at Fawful with concern as he got up, which was ignored. It can’t talk but he knows it’s questioning him. He wanted to work on his floating platform some more before taking off but this will have to do. Fawful quickly grabs his suitcase, and makes haste to the fields.

They say if you make a wish, it turns into a wish star. And those who work in the Star Road might send your star here…making your wish come true. A certain beanish has a full laundry list of wishes that he needs granted ASAP. Are the wish stars a type of magic? Fawful assumes so…and as much as he dislikes relying on this he’s tried everything in his power so far to get rid of the Dark Star for good.

And WOW there are a lot of stars today! Fawful’s mouth curves into a giddy smirk. A new year comes with new year resolutions…which means plenty of wishes. Any of these could be his! He starts tapping on the wish stars:

“It would be sweet to have more members for the art club!” A young boy’s voice chirped. Nope.

“I wish for another year of prosperity for my kingdom and its people.” That must the Princess. Typical.

“GWAHAHA! Here’s to another year to the one and only King of Awe–” Fawful didn’t need to hear the rest of that one.

“(I wish for a place I can call home!)” Must be an animal, because he couldn’t understand it.

“Where are Fawful's wishes?!” He huffed in frustration!

There’s so many here…he hops back onto his platform and starts to speedrun through the field of wishes. He taps each star one by one to listen for his voice…but instead he hears people of all ages even with the simplest wishes come true. They’re all taunting him.

Deciding he’s had enough listening to the crowds of voices, Fawful covers his ears with his cloak.

“The Star Road has such ignorance and tortures Fawful! Hmph! You were not wanted anyways!”

He’s got that furious feeling that if there’s anybody watching from above, they are laughing at him. Well two can play at that game! Fawful laughs and laughs as he descends the mountain.

* * *

The soft ultramarine clouds that surround Star Hill were as vibrant and busy as ever! A patch glows brightly; and thus a star pierces through the clouds. A new wish was falling from the road! It spins and twirls before crashing into the fields. With a distinct teal glow…a young woman’s voice faintly echoes:

“Hello to whoever’s up there! I think…I finally figured out my wish. If it’s not too much trouble…I wish for some guidance. I got myself into a tough spot recently and I’d really appreciate the help. Um…thank you.”

-End of Chapter-

"Niceness is suiting you but the glass of kindness has such full that the shards are splitting!" He makes a motion with his hands that looks like a made-up explosion

Fawful is sitting on the swinging bench on Minty's porch, stimming by rocking back and forth. He's deep in thought about something. Not too long after, Minty walks outside with a coat on.

"Sup Fawf? You enjoying the outside view?"

He gives her a short glance.

"Fawful is supposing...but I have thoughts here, the swinging has stimulation."

She takes a second to process what the little guy said, she merely nods.

"Mind if I chill here with you?"

Fawful smiles at Minty, it's a small one but he pats the seat next to him, motioning her to join him. They sit rocking back and forth at slightly uneven speeds, it makes Minty giggle but Fawful just ends up rocking his body back and forth harder, tapping his fingers against the side of the swinging bench.

Minty cocks her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"...Good point. There's only so far you can go with being nice to get what you want. But being kind also isn't about expecting a return, but think about it as a bonus!"

"Are you...talking about me? Like...I'm too nice or something?"

"Fawful fears that effort of yours will be stepped on...if not so already. Be like Fawful! Lack the care of niceness and be treating yourself for once! Minty candy!" He makes direct eye contact with her, talking to her with a sense of superiority, like a stern parent.

"Do you...want some more of my candy?"

Fawful sternly glares at Minty, who can't seem to hold her laughter..! He even jabs her on the side with his little elbow, not enough to hurt of course, but to make a point.

"Minty candy FOR MINTY ONLY! Cease with the oversharing!"

"Haha--aww Fawful, I was just kidding! I get what you meant...! Gotta start being mean?"

"The day this is happening Fawful's friend could be flying with wings!"

It takes a second for her to get what he meant again...OH HIS FRIEND MIDBUS. That makes Minty smile.

"Just...b-be on that out-looking" Fawful is trying to play it off, but seeing his...friend? So happy? Listening to him like this...it's nice.

"Hm...y'know Fawf? Being too mean on the other hand is just going to push people away...after all people really like ya if you're nice!"

Fawful pauses for a moment...but then he ends up rolling his eyes

"Oooh yes yes yes so if Fawful had pleading with pleasing and niceness they would be handing over all kingdoms to him like a slap in the palm!" He was....obviously being sarcastic.

Minty makes a cute little heart motion with her hands.

"Hah! As if people would ever be adoring Fawful without his spray of goodness...or the threats of lives." Fawful refers to...past events in his life where people listened to him. He crosses his arms.

Minty blushes, not outright saying it but...she likes him. And she's not mind controlled, and especially not threatened...

"Wait--but--what about what you just said??"

"....Fawful will have redeeming that candy offer now."

That certainly got a rise out of the girl, she huffs...Fawful's testing her.

"Without guts for decline, all candy is for me~!"

With a devilish smirk, suddenly Fawful leaps out of the swing and makes a dash right towards her front door. Minty audibly gasps, getting up.

"What?? Nono wait not ALL of my candy! NOT AGAIN!"