Pipe Dreams: A Super Mario Bros. Fan Fic/Adaption

[Davok]

[spoiler=Prologue: "Is Anybody Out There?"]

You look up into the sky and look in wonder as the constellations rise above you as billions of stars, lighting up the sky in a wondrous display of magical lights, shining brightly, striking the blackness of the night blue, creating an aurora of white and blue, with red sparkled in from planets far off and unknown. You wrinkled your toes into the dew coated grass that sways back and forth across the soft breeze, coursing through your hair as you brush it back against the head. You gaze in awe at the spectacle, and suddenly a question begins to form inside your mind.

 

Is anybody out there?

 

Rumbling. Distinct, heavy, rumbling echoing across the ground, shaking your feet, making you stumble and fall onto the wet grass, as you look up in both wonder and terror. The sky was lit on fire.

 

You gaze on as a blazing inferno catapults itself into the ground before you. You are flung back by the ensuing shockwave and scream in pain as the flames begin to lick your skin, spreading across the dewy grass, consuming everything in it's path. You draw back, but find yourself trapped in the burning heat of the blaze. You scramble left ward as the fire consumes the grassy mound beside you. Sweat pours down your face as the smoke envelops you, sending you into a fit of coughing and sending you flying to the ground. But, beyond the smoke and flames, you suddenly see something. A light, in the center of the great round crater which centered the flames.

 

You seem drawn to it, yearning for it, and you cautiously crawl forward, flinching as the flames lick your skin and consume the grassy patches around you greedily. You start at a slow crawl, but finally, ignoring the flames lapping against yourself you go into a dash toward the light, sweat enveloping you as you come closer and closer to the center of the inferno. You have now reached the center, flames encircling you, ready to consume you utterly when you collapse from exhaustion. Suddenly, inexplicably, the light approaches you. It is the colour of the flames, yet seems to separate itself from them, as it glows with a distinction that you can not fully comprehend. Suddenly, the flames around you diminish and disperse. Above you now stands a figure.

 

This figure obviously was a warrior, his hard chain mail chinking as he moves toward you, with his cracked and damaged fire red armor blazing in the firelight, his iron helmet bobbing up and down as he limped slowly toward. He bled, but not with blood, instead a glowing, rainbow coloured liquid, that when touching the ground diminished entirely. The figure let out a grim smile at you as he clutched his wounded arm. Then he spoke. His voice was influencing and interesting, his every word drawing you into his sentence.

 

"Mario Rossini." he nods to you. Still in awe at the figure, you stroke your sweaty mustache as you reply.

 

"Y-yes?" You reply, trying not to sound afraid, but yet somehow you know the figure's isn't fooled.

 

The figure sets to reply again, when suddenly the flames die down. Out of the grass a cloud emerges, consuming and muffling the flames, when finally growing larger in height. It reached upward like a tendril, and eventually out shot two more such tendrils, and finally a head, from which shone two bright purple eyes that shone straight down on you and the figure. But fortunately for you, the being seemed to be focused on the figure only.

 

"An A for effort," the being mumbled. "...but, overall, I shall have to give you an F for execution." With this the being paused and out came a rasping chuckle that sent shivers straight down your spine. "But then, I wouldn't blame you, my little sophomore, seeing your condition..."

 

Suddenly you see the figure tense as it glared at the figure, and suddenly the flames sprang up again. They suddenly join together in one single towering inferno, the heat causing you to go dizzy as the grass around you withered because of the extreme heat. This blazing inferno was suddenly raised, and then the figure began swirling it, spinning it until it rapped around into a ball. The enormous fireball was then catapulted against the being. The explosion on impact was enormous. Thousands of flame meteors hit the ground, covering the field in a blazing inferno as the being's mist like body disintegrated into mist.

 

The figure lets out and deep sigh and collapses on the ground, panting hard as if he had been completely drained of energy. You then watch as he looked on in horror as the being began to reform.

 

"Tsk, Tsk." The being mocked. "As I said, my little sophomore, it's also A for effort, F on execution. And as it has always been," the being put a great deal of bravado into his voice: "Krazdyk".

 

Suddenly the hand shot out and grabbed the figure, it's hand crushing the figure in it's vice like grip. "Using Tyr's Flame in such a trivial situation... very un-God like. Not that you ever were that much of a God anyway." The being laughed as Krazdyk struggled. He then quickly tossed the God onto the ground, the figure hitting the ground in a heap.

 

"Now you have grown wise to my particular assignment, I will have to Fail you. I don't accept senior transfers." The figure raised it's fist above the figure. "Your grades are despicable. You just can't seem to focus in class. So, I reward you an F. Good day, my dear sophomore, and thank you for participating."

 

But then something strange happened. Krazdyk turned his head at you, and, his face straining with effort, grasped your hand. You then felt it. The heat of a full fledged inferno covering your body, burning alive, the pain of fire consuming you entirely... but then it all went black.

 

[spoiler=Chapter Ia: Freshman Hunt]

Hulking muscles, enormous, pitch black hands and a large foreboding egg shaped head. Glaring eyes and dagger teeth that could tear at flesh, bite at arms, kill. A giant, muscular body bigger than a car, giant, muscle bound legs, kicking, cracking, into jaws and body parts. Teeth baring, mouth roaring, noise booming, skulls cracking, men screaming... the body looming above you, looming above you ominously and letting out a crazed roar as blood erupted from his lips in a waterfall. Then finally letting a final jump, sprawling you backwards, tasting blood in your throat, pain erupting in your small stomach, red spewing out. Then a boom that could have shook a mountain, a whine from the body, and then it breathed no more. You look on in terror, bodies lying on the ground, bleeding, mangled. And the creature, the source of it all...

 

"Paula?"

 

Paula Roosevelt let out a final shudder, and turned from the brown checked billboard littered with papers and checkers. She had been staring at one particular paper, of which it's label was clear in dark bold Arial Black.

 

Gorilla gorilla

Largest of the living primates, peaceful herbivores.

 

The woman should her head as he looked up at the boy who had greeted her.

 

Todd Angus Theodore (most commonly known as "Toad") was a shy boy, yet confident and formal at the same time, especially in the laboratory in which he worked at. He had smooth brown hair running along the top of his end, ending in his bangs which cleverly cut up then down in the vicinity of his eyes. He had light but slightly tan skin covering his head, hands and legs. He wore a sharp three piece suit that was intersected in the middle by a red tie. He also wore rectangular glasses.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry Toad. I must have wandered off for a minute." replied Paula apologetically, gesturing to the bright and smooth elm desk littered with files and papers of countless colour and size. Behind it was a smooth green rolling chair, with an identical blue one parallel to it. The desk was Toad's pride and joy, this being obvious with the eighteen year old's persistence on polishing it thoroughly every morning, and yet being oblivious to the actual disorder of his work.

 

"Is... Dr. Koopa ready to see me?" Paula hesitantly asked. She fiddled nervously with her tie, and absentmindedly took out her pink scrunchy from under her pocket, bunching up her golden hair into a ponytail, as she awaited Toad's response. The brown haired teenager suddenly let out a gleeful laugh.

 

"Hahaha... you don't need to be so worried." Toad said. "Dr. Koopa's what you would say... eccentric? Anyway, the interview would probably be just tossing the doc your resume and him giving you the job. He only needs a secretary so that no one calls him, he isn't exactly a social butterfly." With this Toad gazed solemnly down the hallway before them. "Well, maybe that's because he clipped his own wings."

 

With this a moment of awkward silence passed between the two, when suddenly Toad broke the silence by coughing.

 

"Anyway, mind if I lead you to him?"

 

As the two walked through the hallway, Paula turned her head and was astonished as it came up against a sheet of glass. Through the glass was literally, a miniature jungle. Palm trees of all sides were being hung onto by sloths. A tiger stalked through the high grass, stalking a deer, and staring blankly through the glass was... a gorilla. Paula immediately double backed and turned her head sharply to one side.

 

"He... he keeps a terrarium near his office?"

 

Toad let out a wide smile. "Yes, he does. I told you he was eccentric."

 

Paula held a hand to her mouth as she stared back at the gorilla. It was... huge. It's muscles were rippling, it build enormous, even larger than the one that...

 

Paula stopped and turned around again. "W-What's that gorilla? Is he dangerous?"

 

Toad still upholded his grin. "No, he's harmless. We call him Donkey Kong. Quiet, but when you get him angry, he has the kick of a mule."

 

Paula nodded and then gestured toward a wide oak door at the end of the hallway.

 

"This is Dr. Koopa's office, right?"

 

Toad nodded. "If you can call it an office. Good luck!"

 

Paula smiled. "Thanks! See you!"

 

Dr. Koopa office was cluttered. To say the least, it was filled with almost anything that you can imagine in both a mad scientist's lair and a biochemist's lab. It has test tubes, gourds that spewed weird gas, black boards filled to the brim with questions and equations, and Paula could have sworn she saw a metal stretcher with mirrors encircling it.

 

Dr. Herbert Koopa wasn't the neatest scientist. He had bags under his eyes, goggles that seem to be imprinted into his skin, and a messy, stained lab coat. But the most distinguishing part about him was his hair. It was extremely wavy, going from up the top of his forehead to his scalp in the center of his head. Not to mention that he was young, too, handsome and even a red head. But in Paula's eyes, he looked like an old man. The scientist was busy scribbling down some notes when Paula came in.

 

"Hello, how may I help you?" The doctor asked in an unusually kind tone of voice.

 

"I-I'm Paula Roosevelt, Dr. Koopa. I'm applying for the position of your secretary."

 

This statement didn't seem to move Koopa at all, as he continued scribbling in his notes. Finally the silence became to painful for Paula to withstand.

 

"D-Doctor Koopa?"

 

With this the scientist's head shot up. "Do you have a resume?"

 

"Y-Yes, sir, but I-"

 

"You got the job."

 

"W-What?" Paula could hardly believe her ears.

 

"You heard me- you have the job."

 

"But you've hardly even looked at my resume!" Paula gasped in exasperation.

 

With this Koopa rolled his head and stared into Paula's eyes.

 

"Listen. You obviously are both a beautiful, talented, and hard working woman. And besides, if I go over every single resume that is applied to me... well, I am a busy man. Do you understand?"

 

"Y-Yes, sir."

 

"Good. You'll find your desk in the room neighboring mine. Good day, Ms. Roosevelt."

 

Paula nodded and left the doctor in a state of utter bewilderment. That was just... too easy.

 

When Paula left, a dark cloud began to form in the front of Koopa's desk. The scientist took no notice of it until it suddenly loomed over him, it's darkness covering him entirely and the purplish eyes staring straight at him.

 

"Congratulations, my dear volunteer. You have been voted for hall monitor duty. Ah, it's the First Semester, too, what fun! You can now even partake in the Freshman Hunt!"

 

A sudden scream, and then, silence.

 

[Davok]

BUMP.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

You keep changing tenses in the prologue.

 

I need more to rate; this is just vague enough to be an introduction, but nothing more. Consolidate the two into a single prologue to ace length.