This choice: Follow the dream as he changes outside of it • Go Back...Chapter #3Follow the dream as he changes outside of it by: vladimirpootis   Mario felt uncharacteristically drowsy after eating the mushroom - it seemed to be a strange gift from Peach, by all accounts, and while it was sealed like a package the princess would send his way... There wasn't any further correspondence. Maybe he wasn't supposed to eat it directly, but cook it instead? "Aaaah... Mamma mia..." he yawned out, hanging up his iconic cap as he returns to his bedroom. It takes herculean effort from the plumber just to change into his pajamas before crawling into bed. All he could hope was that, by the time he woke up, that gross burnt taste would be gone...
It wasn't much longer than that before the plumber was snug in his bed, soft utterances of Italian dishes filling his room as his dreams went, as they often did, to somewhere sweet and savory. Within his dreamscape, Mario was seated at an expansive dining table, sampling dishes as they seemed to manifest upon it. This was a rather common somnolent fantasy of his - and one he delighted in. He was content to simply let it ride out until he would next awaken...
However, Mario quickly found his meal interrupted by a sudden crash. The walls around him - those which hadn't existed until he was made aware of them - were blasted apart, and through a haze of smoke and dust, he found his familiar foes marching in. Koopa Troops and Goombas worked their way inward, intent solely to ruin his meal. Mario watched initially with confusion as Bowser's forces made their way to his table and upturned it. While the surreality of the situation might have sobered him in more normal circumstances - he found himself gripped with an intense fury at seeing his food ruined. Mario leapt from his seat, and found himself staring down a Goomba - its thick brows locked in a scowl which Mario seemed to match in intensity. The Goomba charged forward - and Mario's first inclination was to jump, but he found his body rebelling against him. His legs remained firmly planted on the ground. Helpless to stop his dream meal from being ruined and now unable to stop the runaway Goomba, he felt the grumpy little mushroom impact him and knock him square on his rear.
More frustrated than he was hurt, Mario found himself... Downsized, as he was accustomed - eye-level with the Goomba as it backed up; rearing for another charge. Rather than let it just roll over him, however, Mario tried to jump again - only to, once more, fail. It was then that he came upon another idea in the spur of the moment - bracing himself, Mario leaned his shoulder forward and ran headlong toward the Goomba as well. While such an impact would be a much less favorable trade of blows for the plumber... This time, as he rammed the Goomba, he felt it fall back, disappearing into a puff of smoke just like if he'd dropped on top of it. His idea worked - and he was elated! Mario spied a Koopa Troopa nearby, and decided to put his plan into action again - running headlong at it, and lo and behold, he knocked the turtle back into its shell. More than that, the sliding shell bounced across the corners of the wrecked room and managed to knock out the rest of his uninvited guests.
When the smoke cleared, Mario was left in the ruins of the room triumphant. It might not have been particularly befitting of the vaunted jumpman, but... It worked, right? While he was happy about that, he couldn't exactly shake the anger of having been interrupted...
As his peculiar fantasy played out, Mario's sleeping body had undergone a few slight alterations. While not nearly as small as his more... Minute form typically was, Mario seems to have shrunk by a few inches - mass that seems to have redistributed elsewhere. His face seemed rounder; broader, and even a couple shades darker than normal. His brows were a bit bushier - not to mention furrowed, as his slumbering demeanor seems to have changed as well. Rather than dreamily murmur about his favorite foods, he instead seemed to be grumbling in his sleep about his bitter misfortune.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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