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“Oh, no,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a mere whisper. She could feel a chilling shiver strike down her spike the moment the ball bounce right underneath her tennis racket. She didn’t even need to avert her gaze to know that Bowser was looking her way. She could feel his eyes peering at her, glaring almost, and the heat behind that stare was something she just could not tolerate. This was perhaps the fourth time it happened and each time was such a crucial moment for the match. At this rate, there was no way they were going to make it to the finals, or the semi. Stars, they’d be lucky to make it to the quarterfinals.

Peach didn't bother to look at him. She knew his rage had no bounds and it was entirely her fault for not paying close attention to the match. The racket was always swung too soon or too late. Why she had even trick-shotted to the opposing side of the court for crying out loud! It was bad, with a capital B-A-D. There were no words that could convey how apologetic she was, not that it would help the situations anyways. She needed practice, heavy, dedicated practice at that—that much was certain.

BOOOOO

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Bayonetta raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t your mum teach you to not stare at women?”

“Must you always lock me in a cage? It’s quite uncomfortable in here. The least you could do is add a bit of cushioning. I am not made for this kind of harsh treatment. Won’t you let me out for just a little while? I promise I’ll behave.” Though her voice carried sincerity, her promise was a false one. She had her fingers crossed behind her back to null and void all commitments to said promise. It was only the right thing. It was unlike her to go back on her word but, given the circumstances, an exception could be made. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a naughty koopa then?” 

Looked like they were already arguing like a married couple. 77% though! Yoshi was giddy to test the water, though he still remained cautious. He liked the round shape of his nose.

He approached, nice and easy, slow and steady as he watched the tyrant cautiously till he was standing right under him, looking up at him with a bashful blush. Asking someone out was hard.

        World 8-4. A place of suck.  

        And it had been that way for as long as she could remember. But this time, there was no controller, no side stroller restrictions, or a need to stock up on 1-Ups in the event of a badly timed jump. She didn’t need any extra lives or redoes here. She had been training for this day for her entire life.

        She was originally hired by Princess Peach’s castle staff as an extra hand in the garden, but seeing her new Toad buddies shiver at the prospect of another one of Bowser’s attacks on their homeland stirred up Bee’s chivalrous heart and subsequently kickstarted her journey to World 8-4. That place of suck.

        The Mushroom Kingdom was a lot different than what she had experienced through a TV screen, more vivid and more 3-D, but gist of things hadn’t changed. She powered through the vast majority of the Worlds with ease, save the water levels--we’re still working on her fear of bodies of water unfortunately. The enemies were a cake walk as well, though this was in large part due to their bewilderment; many theorized that the Mario Brothers had sent their weird little sister on a rampage for reasons that had yet to be uncovered. 

        By the time she reached the final boss chamber, she was totally over the entire adventure and she was past being reasonable enough to explain herself. The ridiculous heat of the Darklands had frizzed her hair more than she believed possible, Puppycat had complained the entire time, and her knuckles were aching from punching bricks all day. The only perk was that she was a wicked brawler when she was grouchy.

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“So, hold on, wait just one minute. Now let me get this straight—You're seriously telling me, if I beat you in this one little game, you'll leave the Mushroom Kingdom alone for a whole three months? No gimmicks or anything of the sort?” The mere suggestion left the princess dumbfound. What could have ever convinced him to even attempt such a commitment? Whatever it was, it was beyond her. She'd be a fool to pass up such an opportunity but there just had to be a catch right? Something that would occur if she were to lose this bet. There had to be. Bowser would not just set foot into a losing battle unless there was something significant to win.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. He was trying to appear innocent but she would not be duped so easily. She could see those horns poking out at the top of his head: both literally and metaphorically.