A story about the koopa kids (when theyre a bit older) trying to sneak out of the castle...👀
Art/OC/story are mine dont copy/repost!
STORY BELOW 👇
“The Midnight Escape: Rave Chaos Edition” 🎧
Koopa Castle — 12:30 AM.
All was silent… until it wasn’t.
In the dark hallway near the castle’s west exit, three shadows moved like they were on a mission.
Larry, Wendy, and Roy tiptoed out of their rooms, dressed suspiciously well for “bedtime.”
Larry (whispering):
“Coast’s clear. We’ve got fifteen minutes before the patrol loop resets.”
Wendy (checking her hair in a compact mirror):
“If we miss DJ Boom Boom’s opening set, I’m blaming you.”
Roy (smirking):
“I brought smoke bombs. We make an entrance.”
Larry:
“No smoke bombs! We’re sneaking, not declaring war.”
They crept toward the exit—when a door creaked open.
Bowser Jr., half-asleep, peeked out.
Bowser Jr. (squinting):
“...Where are you guys going? And why does Roy smell like cologne and glitter?”
Wendy:
“None of your business. Go back to bed.”
Roy:
“Or come with us. You’re not that lame.”
Larry:
“Seriously?”
Bowser Jr. (perking up):
“Wait… you’re going to that secret Lava Rave, aren’t you?!”
Wendy (sighing):
“…Maybe.”
Bowser Jr.:
“I’m in. Let me grab my shades.”
As he rushed off, more doors started opening — one by one.
Lemmy, Nova, Morton Jr., Iggy, and Ludwig all emerged into the hallway, half-awake and suspicious.
Lemmy (blinking):
“Are we having a hallway party? Ooooh, is this one of those ‘unsupervised regret adventures’?”
Nova (tilting her head):
“You guys are sneaking out, aren’t you?”
Morton Jr. (mouth full of cookies):
“I want to sneak too.”
Iggy (already wearing LED goggles):
“I recalibrated the bass waves to hit bone marrow. Let’s go!”
Ludwig (arms crossed, unimpressed):
“You’ve all lost your minds. Going out in the middle of the night is reckless and dangerous. You’ll be grounded for a month if we get caught.”
Wendy:
“Then come supervise us, Dad #2.”
Ludwig (sighs):
“…Fine. But if any of you die, I’m not writing the eulogies.”
Just as they were about to slip away, a small voice rang out.
Cleo stood at the top of the stairs in her pajamas, blinking with suspicion.
Cleo:
“…Why is everyone dressed like a disco? What’s going on?”
The whole group froze.
Larry (forcing a smile):
“Heyyy Cleo! Funny seeing you up so late. Nothing’s going on. Go back to bed, kiddo.”
Cleo (walking down the stairs slowly):
“…You're lying.”
She narrowed her eyes, glancing at Roy’s glowstick belt and Wendy’s glitter lipstick.
Cleo:
“You’re going to the Lava Rave.”
Wendy:
“Cleo, no. You’re twelve.”
Roy:
“Twelve and grounded-for-life is what you'll be if you follow us.”
Lemmy:
“It’s gonna be loud and sweaty and full of dancing adults and bad decisions. You're too young.”
Cleo (calmly):
“Okay.”
Everyone paused.
Cleo (smiling sweetly):
“I guess I’ll just go tell Mom and Dad that their nine kids are sneaking out at midnight to party in a volcano with a DJ whose name is literally Boom Boom.”
Bowser Jr.:
“…She’s bluffing.”
Cleo:
“Oh? I recorded your ‘glowstick training’ excuse and everything. Want me to send it to the family group chat?”
Wendy:
“You made a recording?!”
Cleo:
“I’m not just cute. I’m tactical.”
Nova (grinning):
“…She’s good.”
Ludwig (rubbing his temples):
“…Unbelievable. Fine. She’s coming. But she stays with me the whole night.”
Cleo (smug):
“Deal.”
---
Meanwhile,
Bowser and Cherry were sound asleep after a long day of ruling and parenting.
Bowser snored softly, his heavy breathing echoing through the room. Cherry’s chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm.
Suddenly—
A thump echoed faintly from down the hall.
Bowser’s eyes snapped open.
Bowser (groggy, sitting up):
“What was that?”
Cherry stirred, blinking away sleep.
Cherry (whispering):
“Did you hear that?”
Another whispered giggle and the unmistakable sound of footsteps padding softly on stone.
Bowser (rubbing his eyes):
“The kids… they’re up to something… AGAIN.”
Cherry swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Cherry (determined):
“We need to stop them before they get away.”
Bowser grabbed his robe from the chair, slipping it on as he stood.
Bowser (grumbling):
“Sigh... I thought we locked all the exits.”
Cherry (checking the door):
“They always find a way. Let’s split up — west wing and east wing. We catch them fast.”
Bowser gave a tired but resolute nod.
Bowser:
“Let’s go show them who’s boss.”
Together, they slipped quietly into the shadowed hallway, alert and ready.
---
Back to the ten siblings, now dressed and geared up for chaos, crept toward the castle’s hidden exit.
They opened the last door—only to freeze as two massive figures blocked the way.
Bowser.
Cherry.
Standing there. Silent. Disappointed. Half-dressed in robes.
Bowser (growling):
“…Someone want to explain to me why every single one of my kids is dressed like a walking rave poster at 1 AM?”
Cherry (arms crossed):
“And Cleo. You brought Cleo?”
Bowser Jr. (nervous laugh):
“She... invited herself?”
Roy:
“She blackmailed us.”
Cleo (offended):
“I call it negotiating.”
Cherry (looking at Ludwig and Nova):
“Ludwig, Nova, I expected better from you…”
Nova (shrugging):
“I was just curious…”
Ludwig (exasperated):
“I was just making sure these fools don’t get themselves arrested. Sort of ‘parenting’ by proxy.”
Bowser:
“Each one of you has individually tried to sneak out over the years. And now it’s all of you... together?!”
Cherry:
“You didn’t even try to be subtle. There’s glitter all over the halls.”
Larry (sheepishly):
“…We were gonna clean that.”
Lemmy:
“Technically, I never said I was leaving the castle. I was just… following the light.”
Bowser (rubbing his face):
“I should’ve just locked your bedroom doors.”
Cherry (to Bowser):
“Should we just… ground them until the next century?”
Bowser:
“No phones. No parties. No activities. You’re all grounded for a month. Minimum.”
Cherry:
“Cleo, that includes you. You’re not sneaky just because you have dimples.”
Cleo (pouting):
“…Fine.”
---
Later that night, in the kids’ lounge…
Phones confiscated. Plans ruined. Siblings slouched on couches, defeated.
Larry:
“Well. That sucked.”
Wendy:
“I blame Roy.”
Roy:
“I blame Cleo.”
Cleo (grinning):
“I regret nothing.”
Ludwig (exhausted):
“I should’ve just stayed in bed.”
Bowser Jr.:
“Next time, we need disguises.”
Nova (smirking):
“Or bribe the guards.”
Morton Jr.:
“Do we still get snacks?”
Iggy:
“I’ll build us a silent stealth cart next time. With cupholders.”
Lemmy:
“Ooooh! Rave Cart 3000!”
Ludwig:
“...I hate this family.”
---
THE END.
(Until the next escape attempt. 😎)
