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[#143 - Amnesty] to finally find it - resurrections, track a (The Super Mario Bros. Movie)
Theme Prompt: #143 - nightmare (Amnesty 28)
Title: to finally find it (resurrections, track A)
Fandom: The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) - an AU in which Bowser is in the heroic role and the Mario Bros. are not, by way of a childhood swapping.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (because of Bowser's potty mouth) + hesitant warning for Mario Movie Spoilers I Guess
Word Count: 934 words
Author's Note: Sorry Bowser, for the nightmare traumas. It's not exactly a companion piece to reminders, not what I intended lol, but ... the new Mario Movie trailer reminded me "oh maybe I should actually practice writing this guy full of the insecurities my main Bowser ignored", lol.
(The Slay the Princess inspiration for this one + fun little note as to what Bowser actually tried to play later on in the drabble.)
Summary: Bowser Rigassi is used to nightmares, that comes with the territory of being a freak of nature without anything of a past but his first name. But the nightmare he has this time is unusually hard-hitting..
--
A peaceful place of snow, besieged suddenly..
Hundreds of turtle-like beings pour from a castle in flight, preceded by lava, and a blue-robed figure stands among them after just.. appearing, slamming down the handle end of his ruby-tipped staff.
“Behold.. The Twin Masked Princes!”
Masked figures he can’t determine - one short, one tall. One that walks confidently, the other more unsure. Red and green, he can tell the colors even though the lights of both the palace of ice and this invading, much larger castle are drowning out the colors of everyone else. Other robed figures raise their wands when the masked figures pause in place.
“Open the gates or die,” the shorter figure demands, raising his left hand at the same time the taller one meets that with his own right hand, both bearing gloves.
There’s.. no response from the icy gates, until a bunch of penguins burst out. At first, they attack, throwing snowballs and mounds of ice, but all that does is hit a few of the turtles and the taller prince. Now angry, the shorter prince’s left hand sparks to life, blazing with magical fire.
“That is but a taste of our fury. Do you yield?” the leader of the penguins demands.
“Not after you hurt him! …Little bro. Knock them out for Kamek. I’ll take the gates.”
The taller, green-bearing prince stumbles to his feet and turns a bright teal as lightning courses through his body into the snow in front of him, prompting all the turtles to back away cautiously and electrocuting the penguins, knocking them all unconscious. Kamek - the oddly familiar hooded ruby-wand figure - waves his wand around and clears the path in one fell swoop, followed by the shorter, red-bearing prince, who sends a white-hot, focused ball of fire into the gates. Like cracked glass, the entire front of the palace trembles when the fractures spread, and moments later, the explosive force kicks in, blinding the area in a warm light.
– But then one blinks, and it isn’t two pairs of delicately gloved, suspiciously human-like hands grasping at the source of the light. It’s clawed, scaled hands, slamming open a golden glowing box to reveal the glittering star within. Its rainbow shine is too much,
so much that the dream-haver shoots up in his improvised bed, crying out as for the millionth time in two years, he bangs his head on a nearby dripping pipe, groaning and squeezing his eyes shut again in both distress and genuine physical pain. “Gah…!”
He blinks once.. Then twice.. then he slumps down back onto his “bedding” - mostly homemade extra-large duvets to account for how cold the sewers of New York tgets at nighttime.
“..This shit again..?” he breathes shakily with pure anxiety, running his clawed hand through his fire-red hair - as he expected, a cold sweat. He has to take a moment to breathe, to calm his heart down from its frantic pace. One moment, he was there again, with the ice, with those weird masked persons and Kamek, and the next, he’s back in the underbelly of Brooklyn, the dim lights of the most isolated portion of the underground, the only other place he is truly safe.
“..Bowser.. ugh.. It wasn’t real. It’s just some stupid dream..” the turtle-beast tries again to remind himself, with the sinking feeling he’s just going to have the nightmare again.
Bowser’s been having that nasty dream in the rotation since the night he mistakenly allowed his tipsy adoptive great-grandma to tell his fortune. ‘Encased in ice is a glittering star. Where strong fire was once required, now instead is red-masked flames and green-masked thunder to free the star, thus freeing you of the nest.’ In his opinion, it was probably best something his adoptive mom would deem forgotten. Especially considering he had to ask for clarification multiple times - him and Italian don’t easily mix, or at least that wasn’t the case two years before now.
“Fuck.. Am I really going to celebrate my 23rd with this nightmare bullshit?” Bowser growls to no-one in particular, rubbing his eyes carefully with one hand. “Why can’t it be just Kamek again, like the old days?”
He kind of prefers the overprotective grandpa, at least the wide-eyed version he gets to enjoy outside his bizarre nightmares full of ominous prismatic stars, masked princes and marshmallow-shaped ghosts with no respect to leaving random green pipes well alone. Bowser only has the name and a face to match to the man, but the deeply imaginary man has gotten Bowser through tough times - unintentionally inspiring his love for his music hobby, and to try understanding the human world that he feels apprehensive towards.
Yes, that’s a lot better than the usual nightmares.. But Bowser can’t really sleep anymore, so he turns to his ancient Yamaha DX7, testing its keys for a moment after triple-checking the power cord. Softly, he begins again on a long-running song..
…It.. Brings tears to Bowser’s eyes again, as it always does, softly mouthing the familiar lyrics under his breath with every note. The nightmares have gotten more intense, the closer it gets to his 23rd birthday, and .. it hurts. Still.. Bowser knows the Mario family likely wouldn’t get it, how it feels to be far away from knowing himself - given he won’t ever magically become a human, like they are.
Tears drip onto his hands, faintly steaming, and in the privacy of the sealed-off maze of pipes, he finally lets himself cry frustrated sobs over the open part of his synth.
There’s no finishing a song he can’t remember the end of, after all.
Title: to finally find it (resurrections, track A)
Fandom: The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) - an AU in which Bowser is in the heroic role and the Mario Bros. are not, by way of a childhood swapping.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (because of Bowser's potty mouth) + hesitant warning for Mario Movie Spoilers I Guess
Word Count: 934 words
Author's Note: Sorry Bowser, for the nightmare traumas. It's not exactly a companion piece to reminders, not what I intended lol, but ... the new Mario Movie trailer reminded me "oh maybe I should actually practice writing this guy full of the insecurities my main Bowser ignored", lol.
(The Slay the Princess inspiration for this one + fun little note as to what Bowser actually tried to play later on in the drabble.)
Summary: Bowser Rigassi is used to nightmares, that comes with the territory of being a freak of nature without anything of a past but his first name. But the nightmare he has this time is unusually hard-hitting..
--
A peaceful place of snow, besieged suddenly..
Hundreds of turtle-like beings pour from a castle in flight, preceded by lava, and a blue-robed figure stands among them after just.. appearing, slamming down the handle end of his ruby-tipped staff.
“Behold.. The Twin Masked Princes!”
Masked figures he can’t determine - one short, one tall. One that walks confidently, the other more unsure. Red and green, he can tell the colors even though the lights of both the palace of ice and this invading, much larger castle are drowning out the colors of everyone else. Other robed figures raise their wands when the masked figures pause in place.
“Open the gates or die,” the shorter figure demands, raising his left hand at the same time the taller one meets that with his own right hand, both bearing gloves.
There’s.. no response from the icy gates, until a bunch of penguins burst out. At first, they attack, throwing snowballs and mounds of ice, but all that does is hit a few of the turtles and the taller prince. Now angry, the shorter prince’s left hand sparks to life, blazing with magical fire.
“That is but a taste of our fury. Do you yield?” the leader of the penguins demands.
“Not after you hurt him! …Little bro. Knock them out for Kamek. I’ll take the gates.”
The taller, green-bearing prince stumbles to his feet and turns a bright teal as lightning courses through his body into the snow in front of him, prompting all the turtles to back away cautiously and electrocuting the penguins, knocking them all unconscious. Kamek - the oddly familiar hooded ruby-wand figure - waves his wand around and clears the path in one fell swoop, followed by the shorter, red-bearing prince, who sends a white-hot, focused ball of fire into the gates. Like cracked glass, the entire front of the palace trembles when the fractures spread, and moments later, the explosive force kicks in, blinding the area in a warm light.
– But then one blinks, and it isn’t two pairs of delicately gloved, suspiciously human-like hands grasping at the source of the light. It’s clawed, scaled hands, slamming open a golden glowing box to reveal the glittering star within. Its rainbow shine is too much,
so much that the dream-haver shoots up in his improvised bed, crying out as for the millionth time in two years, he bangs his head on a nearby dripping pipe, groaning and squeezing his eyes shut again in both distress and genuine physical pain. “Gah…!”
He blinks once.. Then twice.. then he slumps down back onto his “bedding” - mostly homemade extra-large duvets to account for how cold the sewers of New York tgets at nighttime.
“..This shit again..?” he breathes shakily with pure anxiety, running his clawed hand through his fire-red hair - as he expected, a cold sweat. He has to take a moment to breathe, to calm his heart down from its frantic pace. One moment, he was there again, with the ice, with those weird masked persons and Kamek, and the next, he’s back in the underbelly of Brooklyn, the dim lights of the most isolated portion of the underground, the only other place he is truly safe.
“..Bowser.. ugh.. It wasn’t real. It’s just some stupid dream..” the turtle-beast tries again to remind himself, with the sinking feeling he’s just going to have the nightmare again.
Bowser’s been having that nasty dream in the rotation since the night he mistakenly allowed his tipsy adoptive great-grandma to tell his fortune. ‘Encased in ice is a glittering star. Where strong fire was once required, now instead is red-masked flames and green-masked thunder to free the star, thus freeing you of the nest.’ In his opinion, it was probably best something his adoptive mom would deem forgotten. Especially considering he had to ask for clarification multiple times - him and Italian don’t easily mix, or at least that wasn’t the case two years before now.
“Fuck.. Am I really going to celebrate my 23rd with this nightmare bullshit?” Bowser growls to no-one in particular, rubbing his eyes carefully with one hand. “Why can’t it be just Kamek again, like the old days?”
He kind of prefers the overprotective grandpa, at least the wide-eyed version he gets to enjoy outside his bizarre nightmares full of ominous prismatic stars, masked princes and marshmallow-shaped ghosts with no respect to leaving random green pipes well alone. Bowser only has the name and a face to match to the man, but the deeply imaginary man has gotten Bowser through tough times - unintentionally inspiring his love for his music hobby, and to try understanding the human world that he feels apprehensive towards.
Yes, that’s a lot better than the usual nightmares.. But Bowser can’t really sleep anymore, so he turns to his ancient Yamaha DX7, testing its keys for a moment after triple-checking the power cord. Softly, he begins again on a long-running song..
…It.. Brings tears to Bowser’s eyes again, as it always does, softly mouthing the familiar lyrics under his breath with every note. The nightmares have gotten more intense, the closer it gets to his 23rd birthday, and .. it hurts. Still.. Bowser knows the Mario family likely wouldn’t get it, how it feels to be far away from knowing himself - given he won’t ever magically become a human, like they are.
Tears drip onto his hands, faintly steaming, and in the privacy of the sealed-off maze of pipes, he finally lets himself cry frustrated sobs over the open part of his synth.
There’s no finishing a song he can’t remember the end of, after all.