Doku8888
Smash Rookie
"What just happened?"
A light flashed dimly in the distance.
"Where..."
Thoughts collided with emotions that betrayed them once again, as they both drifted through emptiness....
"What am I doing here? Where is here?" The light flashed faster, appearing brighter and closer.
The End.
Of a specific journey.
Guess what? Mario had been saving the princess. Again. So after jumping on goombas and throwing koopa shells, he had defeated Bowser. Again. After saving the princess (Again) he had fallen asleep. That's where his journey ended. (Again)
Only this time, it wasn't so generic. A peaceful night in the Mushroom Kingdom had come (guess what...) again. Only, this time, it was ripped apart by the terrors of dimensional travel, brought into existence by the imagination of an entity who can do anything. Hypothetically.
Mario was torn a by the perils of dimensional travel. It's not easy being able to emerge sane from the place where every thought and action meets at a different time, yet all at the same time.
The same thing happened to eleven other individuals in eleven other locations, who were each traveling toward the same location in the universe:
The world of Smash.
The light flared as if all the colors in the world were coming together in one place, and they were having an argument about who was the brightest.
* * *
A bright field?
That is what it was. Yet at the same time, it didn't seem all that bright.
Mario sat up, and a sweet smelling breeze rushed through the field of flowers.
"Where am I?" he mumbled through himself, and stood up.
The breeze swayed the flowers in waves, like an enormous group of people bowing continuously toward one direction. A line of trees circled the small field, their brilliant green leaves rustling in the wind.
Mario started walking, not knowing exactly where he was headed. He approached the side of the field, and strolled into the trees.
Something disappeared. Still shaken up from dimensional travel, Mario struggled to grasp what had just left him.
A feeling. Of safety?
There was no happy sunlight piercing the treetops. Everything glowed with a weird ghostly white light.
Something moved.
Mario walked cautiously now, his eyes nervously scanning the forest around him.
A-Hem..... Should I continue? This was not supposed to be a one shot, but this is my first fan-fic.. soooo.... I'd like some constructive criticism if it's bad, and an opinion on whether or not it should be continued. I know it's short and probably confusing, but if you like it so far, I'd like to know if you want to see some more. Thanks?
A light flashed dimly in the distance.
"Where..."
Thoughts collided with emotions that betrayed them once again, as they both drifted through emptiness....
"What am I doing here? Where is here?" The light flashed faster, appearing brighter and closer.
The End.
Of a specific journey.
Guess what? Mario had been saving the princess. Again. So after jumping on goombas and throwing koopa shells, he had defeated Bowser. Again. After saving the princess (Again) he had fallen asleep. That's where his journey ended. (Again)
Only this time, it wasn't so generic. A peaceful night in the Mushroom Kingdom had come (guess what...) again. Only, this time, it was ripped apart by the terrors of dimensional travel, brought into existence by the imagination of an entity who can do anything. Hypothetically.
Mario was torn a by the perils of dimensional travel. It's not easy being able to emerge sane from the place where every thought and action meets at a different time, yet all at the same time.
The same thing happened to eleven other individuals in eleven other locations, who were each traveling toward the same location in the universe:
The world of Smash.
The light flared as if all the colors in the world were coming together in one place, and they were having an argument about who was the brightest.
* * *
A bright field?
That is what it was. Yet at the same time, it didn't seem all that bright.
Mario sat up, and a sweet smelling breeze rushed through the field of flowers.
"Where am I?" he mumbled through himself, and stood up.
The breeze swayed the flowers in waves, like an enormous group of people bowing continuously toward one direction. A line of trees circled the small field, their brilliant green leaves rustling in the wind.
Mario started walking, not knowing exactly where he was headed. He approached the side of the field, and strolled into the trees.
Something disappeared. Still shaken up from dimensional travel, Mario struggled to grasp what had just left him.
A feeling. Of safety?
There was no happy sunlight piercing the treetops. Everything glowed with a weird ghostly white light.
Something moved.
Mario walked cautiously now, his eyes nervously scanning the forest around him.
A-Hem..... Should I continue? This was not supposed to be a one shot, but this is my first fan-fic.. soooo.... I'd like some constructive criticism if it's bad, and an opinion on whether or not it should be continued. I know it's short and probably confusing, but if you like it so far, I'd like to know if you want to see some more. Thanks?
