My name is Wacky Koopa. I am a young Koopa that is a few years into adulthood. I have unrivaled strength and have control of the world’s hottest flames and can use them at will. I lost my parents and my home in a tragic accident a good 12 years ago. I wandered all my life by myself looking for a place I could stay. I eventually found a place but I was not as welcomed as I had hoped. Here is my story…
A young Koopa walked through the Dark Land Woods in the night with no trouble at all. He had been here before. He had been on his feet for more then 12 years, looking for a place called home, since the horrific incident. The Koopa was very tired right now, so if Castle Koopa didn't work, he didn't know where he would go. He thought Castle Koopa would work out because his father, Crazy Koopa, was best friends with Bowser when they were kids. Also, the Koopa had met Bowser when he was 5 so Bowser would know who he was.
"I don't understand why life is so cruel," the Koopa thought to himself. "It happened so fast, I wasn't prepared for it. All I can think about right now is that gruesome image."
Flashback...
The Koopa fought the Mario Bros. in a throne room, his parents, the king and queen of the Koopa's homeland, watching. For being 10 years old, he put up a formidable fight. Suddenly, Mario punched the Koopa in the face. He went down. Luigi then picked him up and threw him across the room. The Koopa hit a glass sword case and it shattered. The Koopa got knocked out and four swords flew out, two toward the Mario Bros, the other two toward the king and queen. Those four then got in a ferocious sword fight.
After about an hour of fighting, everyone heard groaning. The Koopa was getting up. The king and queen looked happy that he was getting up, but when he did, they looked horrified. The Koopa had deep cuts all over his body. There were two that started from the top of his head and went down his face, across his eyes, and down to his jaw. There were two more that went from his shoulders down his arms, and stopped where his fingers started. The final two started at his hips, went down his legs and across his shins, and stopped where his toes started. The Koopa's eyes were actually bleeding.
The king and queen could not believe their eyes, and were so distracted by their son's new look that they didn't notice the Mario Bros. running up with the swords. They then thrust the swords through the bodies of the king and queen. The two then crumpled to the ground…
End Flashback...
"Mom, Dad…" the Koopa said quietly to himself. He felt his face where he’d got the cut. He’d placed a tattoo on each of his cuts; otherwise, he'd have white lines going down his face, arms, and legs. His eyes had stopped bleeding, but had turned completely red. He’d bought a pair of shades so he wouldn't freak people out.
"As heir to the throne, I became king once my parents died," the Koopa said quietly. "I was only ten years old, but since there were no other relatives, I had to lead my kingdom, though I hadn't ruled long…"
Flashback...
The Koopa paced in his new throne room, grieving the fact that his parents had died. Suddenly, a guard burst through the door. The Koopa King looked angry. "Haven't you heard of privacy?" the Koopa asked.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but a bomb has been found underneath the castle," the guard blabbered out.
The Koopa's angry look became one of fright. "WHAT?! Show me!" The guard led the Koopa to the basement of the castle. When they got there, there was a bomb all right. It was attached to the nuclear reactors. “When did you find this?" the Koopa asked.
"Just now, sir," the guard responded.
"With this much power, it could destroy the entire kingdom!" the Koopa said. "By the looks of it, it's going to explode in about a day. Start the evacuation, NOW!"
"Yes sir!" the guard replied.
1 day later...
KA-BOOOOOOOOOM!
All of the residents watched as their kingdom was engulfed in the explosion. A tear streaked down the Koopa's face…
End Flashback...
Many creatures walked by the Koopa without noticing him, not that they were ignoring him, but because they couldn't see him. His skin was completely black, so it was hard to see him at night. But he really didn't care. Aside from his friends from his childhood, the Koopa didn't have any friends since his kingdom was destroyed.
"No," the Koopa said, "that's not true. Those two I saw about a month ago could be considered my friends. But I really don't know, considering the way we started off…"
Flashback...
The Koopa was walking through the Forest of Illusions, seeing if he could find a place to sleep. He finally saw a place to rest. As he sat down, something blew into his face. He pulled it off, but couldn't make out what it was, since it was so dark out.
"It looks like a bandana," the Koopa said. He reached inside his shell and pulled out his old bandana and put it next to the unknown object. "Yep, it's a bandana all right. But whose is it?"
Suddenly, the Koopa was tackled from behind. He quickly caught his balance and turned to see who had attacked him. He couldn't see anybody.
"Who's there?!" the Koopa yelled. He was met with a punch to the stomach. The Koopa reeled in pain and looked up at his attacker. The Koopa was surprised to see a Boo floating there. What was really surprising was that this Boo had hair. The Boo looked down at him, smirking. "Why'd you attack me?" the Koopa asked.
"Why'd you take my bandana?" the Boo replied.
The Koopa was shocked. “What do you mean 'take'? I didn't take anything from you. In fact, I've never seen you before in my life."
The Boo didn’t look like he believed him. "Don't lie to me. My bandana blew off my head and into your face, and you were keeping it until I tackled you."
The Koopa couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I wasn't planning on keeping it; I was simply comparing it to my bandana because I didn't know what it was. I was going to look for the owner, but you tackled me before I even had the chance to move."
"I want my bandana back," the Boo said angrily.
This time, it was the Koopa's turn to smirk. "Don't think I'm going to give this back just because you asked." The Boo then leapt at him, but the Koopa dodged out of the way. "C'mon," the Koopa taunted, "if you really want your bandana back, you're going to have to try harder."
The Boo, now looking extremely peeved, disappeared. The Koopa knew this trick, having fought Boos before. He waited a few seconds, then tucked himself inside his shell and started spinning, fast. The Boo got suckered in and was sent flying through the air. As the Boo came down, the Koopa jumped into the air and grabbed the Boo. He then threw the Boo to the ground and pile-drove him. The Boo lay there, in pain, gasping for air. The Koopa stood over him triumphantly.
The Boo looked utterly bewildered, but then smirked. The Koopa looked down at him, a little confused. The Boo then shot out a jet of greenish-black flame from his hands and it struck the Koopa in the face. It was unusual fire, not only in its look, but in its feel. Normally, fire is burning hot, but this fire was cold, like ice. The Koopa saw his vision getting fogged up. Suddenly, a force grabbed him and threw him, as if a giant hand had grabbed him and hurled him like a toy. The Koopa then struck a tree, and it went down with him. He felt his face and his shades were no longer on his face. He then heard the Boo’s voice. “You want your shades, give me my bandana!”
The Koopa got up and looked at him. The Boo kind of recoiled at his eyes. “You obviously don’t know who I am, do you?” the Koopa asked him. Suddenly, the Koopa’s whole body caught fire. His body was just a big fireball now. The Boo was extremely freaked out by this. The Koopa then shot at him at light speed and started throwing rapid-fire punches and kicks. The Boo didn’t even get a chance to block the attack. The Koopa then hacked at him until the Boo fell to the ground, completely charred. He pretty much looked like a burnt marshmallow.
The Koopa then doused himself and walked over to the Boo. All of the trees around them were now ash. He snatched his shades back and threw the Boo’s bandana in his face. The Boo picked it up and looked at the Koopa. "You're no ordinary Koopa. Who are you?"
The Koopa laughed evilly. "I am Wacky Koopa. I can outrun anyone in a race, I can outsmart anyone in a quiz, I can outstrength anyone in a fight. My body is a flaming inferno that allows me to catch fire whenever I please. I am the ultimate Koopa and none have, can, or shall defeat me!"
The Boo looked frightened. Wacky looked down at him. "What's your name?"
"Pyroboo," the Boo muttered.
Wacky smirked. "Well, I like you, Pyro. Here, let me help you." Wacky reached his hand out towards Pyro. Pyro took it and Wacky hoisted him up. "Are you out here by yourself?" Wacky asked Pyro.
"No," Pyro replied, "I was with someone, but I don't know wh- There she is."
Wacky looked and saw a Yoshi coming. Wacky looked at her with amazement. It was a light-blue Yoshi with purple hair, but what amazed Wacky the most was that this Yoshi had fangs, very uncommon for a Yoshi.
Wacky leaned over to Pyro. "Who is that?" he whispered.
"That's Teela Yoshi," Pyro whispered back.
Teela ran over to them and stopped. She looked angrily at Pyro. "Why'd you just run off?" she asked with unnecessary anger in her voice.
Pyro looked confused "I told you I was going after my bandana- you saw it get blown off of my head."
Teela didn't look pleased. "Sure, I did see it get blown off of your head, and yes, you told me that you were going after it, but next time, wait up!"
"Sorry," Pyro said.
Teela looked over at Wacky. She looked at him with a little curiosity. "Who are you?" she asked, seeming to have calmed down.
"I'm Wacky Koopa," Wacky replied. "No need to introduce yourself, Pyro already told me your name," he added, seeing Teela open her mouth. She shut it.
She looked at the area, which was now burnt down. “What happened?” Teela asked.
"My way of saying hello,” Wacky said. “Well, it was good meeting you guys, I'm off to find someplace to stay."
Pyro and Teela looked concerned. "Dude, you don't have a place to stay?" Pyro asked.
"Yeah, I don't. It's like this..." Wacky then explained his unfortunate situation to Pyro and Teela. When he finished, they both stood there, their jaws hanging open.
"Holy cow," Pyro said, "that's depressing. I wish there was a way we could help."
"We can!" Teela exclaimed. "You can live at Castle Koopa."
Wacky looked confused. "Castle Koopa? Where's that?"
"In Dark Land," Teela replied.
"Dark Land?" Wacky asked. "Dang it!" he suddenly yelled.
Teela and Pyro jumped. "Dude, what's wrong?" Pyro asked.
"I was there before!" Wacky said angrily. "Well, thanks. I'll be going now."
End Flashback...
"And I've been traveling since they told me," Wacky said. "I guess I can consider those two friends. Hey, there it is!" Surely enough, Wacky had just come out of the woods. Right there stood Castle Koopa. "Wow, it's huge," Wacky said in astonishment. "It's even bigger than my old castle. Well, time to try my luck." Wacky walked up to the castle.
As he got to the door, he saw four Hammer Bro guards there. One of them saw Wacky. "Hey, who are you?" the guard asked him.
"My name is Wacky Koopa. I have come to seek shelter in this castle. Your king, Bowser, was best friends with my father, Crazy Koopa. He passed away about twelve years ago. I'm sure he will be accepting if you told him I was here."
The Hammer Bro guards looked at each other, then back at Wacky. "I'm sorry, but we're going to have to see some identification," one of the guards replied.
"Well, that's the problem," Wacky said. "I don't have any identification. It was destroyed when my kingdom was destroyed."
"Well, we're going to have to take you to the dungeon as a trespasser," one of the guards said. They then grabbed Wacky and threw him to the ground. Wacky got up as fast as lightning and bolted to the other side of the castle. "Call reinforcements!" the head Hammer Bro said to one of the others. "You two, come with me. We're going after this sucker.”
Meanwhile, inside Castle Koopa…
Jazzman von Koopa was walking through the halls of Castle Koopa. He had a tuna sandwich in one hand and his saxophone in the other. He took a large bite out of the sandwich and knocked on Larry's door. A few seconds later, Larry answered the door. Larry didn't seem really pleased to see him. "What do you want?" Larry asked.
"Hey," replied Jazzman, "I was wondering, do you have a piece of wood I could borrow? My reed for my sax broke and it ain't very swingin' if I can't play my sax."
"No!" yelled Larry in a why-are-you-wasting-my-time tone. "I'm very busy taking care of my plants! Go bother somebody else." Jazzman was then met with Larry slamming the door on him.
"Jeez," Jazzman said to himself. "I just asked for a piece of wood, it's not like I asked for a loan. Ah well, who should I go see now?" Jazzman thought for a bit. "I’ve got it! Roy might have some wood, or could at least tell me where some is."
Jazzman headed for the bottom floor when he heard something outside. He looked out a window and saw three Hammer Bros chasing a large, shadowy figure. Suddenly, a Sledge Bro jumped out of nowhere and decked the figure. The figure was temporarily stunned. The Sledge Bro took the figure by the legs while the Hammer Bros took him by his head and arms. The figure struggled but the guards wouldn't let go.
"Let me go!" yelled the figure. Jazzman couldn't tell who it was by the voice. It was deep, deeper than anyone else he knew.
"Sorry, buddy," said the Hammer Bro grabbing his head, "but like I said, no ID means one-way ticket to the dungeon."
"LET ME GO!" the figure bellowed. The next thing Jazzman saw amazed him. With amazing strength, the figure threw the Hammer Bro grabbing his right arm into the Hammer Bro grabbing his left arm. They collided and flew into the darkness. He then grabbed the Hammer Bro holding his head and chucked him into the Sledge Bro. They too collided and flew into the darkness. The figure got up and looked at the window Jazzman was looking through. Jazzman then ducked out of sight of the window. About a minute later, Jazzman heard glass shattering and the figure landed next to him.
Jazzman looked at him with great curiosity. It was a Koopa, but rather large in size. He had Roy’s facial appearance, having two visible fangs, but was extremely muscular, much more muscular than Roy. His skin and shell were completely black except for his snout and the underside of his shell; they were the normal colors of a Koopa. He had two medium-sized horns poking out of his short, spiky, jet-black hair, and he had two spikes coming off of his tail. He had about 10 spikes on his shell, two spiked wristbands, a spiked neckband, and a pair of black shades. The last thing he had was the most recognizable; he had red flame tattoos on his body. Two started at his hairline, went across his eyes, and stopped at his jaw. Two more started at his shoulders, went down his arms, and stopped where his fingers started on the opposite sides of the palms. The last two started at his hips and went down his legs, across his shins, and stopped where his toes started. He was probably the most interesting Koopa Jazzman has ever seen.
The Koopa smiled at him. “Hey, mind if I stay here a bit?” the Koopa asked him.
Jazzman looked confused. “And who are you?” Jazzman asked.
“My name is Wacky Koopa, and who might you be?” the Koopa replied.
“My name is Jazzman von Koopa, and what are you doing here?” Jazzman asked.
“I came to seek shelter here, but those guards attacked me as soon as I got to the front gate, so I had to find my own way in,” Wacky said.
“Why did you come to seek shelter here?” Jazzman asked.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go, and a Boo and a Yoshi I met about a month ago suggested I come here,” Wacky said.
Jazzman pondered for a bit, then looked at Wacky sadly. “Unfortunately, my so-called ‘dad’ wants us to bring any intruders to him, so I’ll have to bring you to him.”
Wacky looked completely shocked. “You sound just like those guards, but I’m still not go- Ugh!”
Jazzman had uppercut him and sent him to the ground. He hopped back to his feet and felt his jaw. It was swollen, but not bleeding or broken.
“Hey, what was that for?!” Wacky yelled angrily.
“You weren’t cooperating so I had to get you to listen to me,” Jazzman replied.
“Well, I’m all ears, what are you going to do?” Wacky said.
Jazzman smirked at him. “I’m taking you down and bringing you to Grand Daddy upstairs,” Jazzman replied.
Wacky also smirked. “I’d like to see you try,” Wacky said.
Jazzman then leapt at him, but Wacky moved out of the way. With lightning fast reflexes, Wacky grabbed Jazzman’s neck, swung him around and slammed his face into the wall. Jazzman then fell to the ground and didn’t move. Wacky checked him out. He was still alive but unconscious. Wacky then went down the hall, looking for a stairwell or elevator.
Later…
Larry went down the hall, holding a piece of wood, finely crafted into a reed for Jazzman’s saxophone. Larry had a sad expression on his face as he got closer to Jazzman. “I don’t think I was very nice to Jazzman, but I hope this reed I made will help him forgive me… Oh my DAD, what happened?!”
Larry had just reached the hall where Wacky had met up with Jazzman. He saw a shattered window, a blood stain on the wall, and Jazzman lying unconscious on the floor. Larry rushed over to him and looked at him. “He’s unconscious, but alive. That’s good. I’ve got to sound the alarm so that someone can get whoever did this.” Larry then found a nearby lever that said “Security Alarm; Emergencies Only”. He pulled it and a siren went off throughout the entire castle.
Meanwhile…
“Where is there an elevator?” Wacky asked himself. He had been stuck on the bottom floor for almost a half hour, looking for something that would get him upstairs. Suddenly, a siren went off. Wacky became angry. “Just great!” he said. “I just get in the castle and a security alarm already went off. I’d better pick up the pace.”
Wacky then started running around searching for an upstairs route. He turned a corner… and ran straight into a fist. Wacky was clothes lined and fell straight to the ground. He got back up and looked at his attacker. It was a Koopa, and he looked all too familiar. He had Wacky’s facial appearance but was shorter, not as muscular, and did not have any tattoos. He did not have any hair and had two spiked wristbands. His head and shell were pink, his skin was the normal color of a Koopa, and he wore a pair of pink-rimmed shades. It was Bowser’s third oldest son, Roy Koopa.
Wacky looked at him with an angry glare. “What was that for?” Wacky asked.
Roy looked at him with an angry glare as well. “The siren was a warnin’ for an intruder, and when I saw you coming down the hall, I did not recognize you, so you is the intruder.”
Wacky just scoffed. “Care to try your luck in taking me up to your dad?”
Roy looked at him like he was crazy. “What do you mean by that?” he asked.
Wacky just smiled. “Your brother, Jazzman, tried to take me upstairs, but failed. It resulted in me having to knock him unconscious. I bet someone saw his body and that’s why the alarm sounded. So, you think you can take me?”
Roy became very angry. “Of course I can take you. Bring it on!” Roy then lunged at Wacky and swung a punch, but Wacky dodged it rather easily. Wacky reeled around and landed a full connection blow to the back of Roy’s head. Roy crumpled to the floor and was immediately immobile. Wacky looked at the body in shock. He had not meant to do that. He had hit Roy in a weak spot in the head and blacked him out instantly.
Wacky slowly walked away from the body and continued to look for a means of getting upstairs. “Hey, there’s a stairway,” he said. He then opened the door and looked up and up and up and up, etc…
“Oh DAD,” Wacky said, feeling dizzy at the sight of seemingly endless stairs, “this might take a while.”
Meanwhile…
Morton and Wendy were running around the bottom floor, looking for the intruder that Larry had warned them about. They were getting extremely tired, as they had been searching for at least three hours, or at least that’s what it felt like. “Oh my DAD!” Wendy suddenly shouted. “This is taking forever!”
“Yeah,” Morton agreed. “We have been searching for a good hour looking for that guy, and we still haven’t found him yet. He could be anywhere in this enormous castle and for all we know, he could have left the castle, or he could be in one of our rooms, or in the throne room, or in the kitchen raiding our refrigerator, or-”
“Morton, SHUT UP!” Wendy shouted. “We won’t find this guy any sooner if you keep up your incessant talking.”
“You’re right,” Morton said. They then turned a corner… and saw Roy’s body on the ground. “Holy cow! What happened?” Morton shouted. The two then ran over to Roy’s body and checked him out. He was not moving, but was slowly regaining consciousness. He slowly turned his head towards Morton, and then towards Wendy, and then he fell back to the ground. He did not lose consciousness again, but was breathing heavily on the ground.
Morton and Wendy got closer to him. “Roy, can you hear us?” Wendy asked him. Roy nodded his head. “Can you talk?” she asked him.
“Yeah... kinda,” Roy said weakly.
“Can you tell us what happened?” Morton asked him.
“Yeah,” Roy said. “I was walking around here, having just beaten up Iggy and Lemmy. I then heard the warning siren. I then looked around a corner and saw someone coming, someone who I did not recognize. I then hid behind the corner and as his footsteps got closer, I stuck my fist out. He ran into it and fell to the ground. He got back up and we argued for a bit. He said something about having taken down Jazzman and assumed that someone saw his body and that’s why the alarm sounded.”
“Larry must have found the body because he warned us about the intruder,” Wendy said. “Please continue, Roy.”
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Roy continued, “I then tried to punch him, but he dodged. The last thing I remember is that I felt a blow to the back of my head and then everything went black.”
Morton and Wendy exchanged glances of fright. “Morton, if someone could knock out Roy with a single punch, he must be extremely strong. Go take Roy to the doctor; I’ll continue searching for the intruder. Once Roy’s in good care, go and look for the intruder if we have not already found him.”
“Okay,” Morton said. Morton then took Roy’s arm and slung it over his shoulder. The two went one direction while Wendy went the other direction.
Meanwhile…
“I’m finally at the top of these stairs!” Wacky said, out of breath. He sat on the top stair for a few minutes, and then walked towards the door, but as he was about to open it, he heard talking. He sat on the other side of the door until the voices were out of earshot. He then opened the door and walked around the hall. He then reached a pair of very large double doors. “This must be the throne room,” he said. He then pushed open the doors and walked into the throne room… and soon wished he hadn’t.
He looked at the other end of the throne room at the four figures now looking at him. Two he clearly recognized. They were Bowser and Clawdia. The other two, on the other hand, he did not recognize. They were both younger than him. One was male, the other female. The male looked just like Jazzman. He had large, bushy blue hair and one visible fang that looked like a buck-tooth. He had two spiked wristbands and his head and shell were green. He also was a little overweight. It was Bowser’s oldest son, Ludwig Von Koopa. The female’s appearance sent a shiver down Wacky’s spine. She was a hybrid, a mix between two different types. This particular one was a mix between a Koopa and a Yoshi. She had green skin and a purple shell. She had black hair that she had tied into a ponytail, and claws on her fingers and toes. It was Ludwig’s metbond, Karma Koopa.
Wacky became nervous as the four of them looked at him. “So you’re the punk that broke into my castle,” Bowser hollered. “You made the wrong choice entering the throne room.”
Wacky kept his cool. “You had your little goons after me, so I thought this room would be empty,” Wacky said. “Besides, I don’t even know my way around this place. It’s like a maze.”
Bowser just looked at him through a pair of cold eyes. “Who are you anyway?” Bowser asked him.
“I’m Wacky Koopa,” Wacky said. “I’m the son of your best childhood friend, Crazy Koopa. I wanted to seek shelter here because my parents are dead and the kingdom I am from has been destroyed.”
Bowser thought for a minute. “How do I know you really are Wacky?” he asked.
“Well, how would I prove it?” Wacky asked back.
“By defeating my son in a fistfight,” Bowser replied. “Crazy always said that his child was strong.”
Wacky didn’t seem in the mood. “Listen, I already took down four of your guards and two of your sons, I don’t want to have to take down a third.”
“Whom did you defeat?” Ludwig asked.
“Let’s see, one told me his name, it was… oh yeah, Jazzman. The other did not tell me his name, but he seemed like a cocky jerk.”
“It was Roy,” Karma said.
“ENOUGH!” bellowed Bowser. Everyone was immediately silent. “I want to see it for myself. Ludwig, take him down.”
“With pleasure, Pop,” Ludwig said. He then approached Wacky, but Wacky backed up. Ludwig seemed to get enjoyment from this. “Why are you backing up? What are you, scared?”
“Depends on your meaning of scared,” Wacky said. “Am I scared to fight you? No. Am I scared that I might send you to the hospital? Yes.”
“Sure you are,” Karma said sarcastically, “and I’m clearly not a hybrid.”
Just then, Larry, Wendy, Lemmy, Iggy, and Bowser Jr. ran into the throne room and stopped dead. They watched as their brother was about to engage in a fight with a Koopa that took down two of their other brothers single-handedly. They tried to say something, but nothing came out.
“Where are Roy, Morton, and Jazzman?” Clawdia asked.
“I took Jazzman to the doctor,” Larry said.
“Morton was taking Roy to the doctor when we found him,” Wendy said.
“Well, you guys are just in time to watch me kick this guy’s butt,” Ludwig said.
Wacky was starting to lose his temper. “I’m not fighting you,” he said.
Ludwig just laughed. Everyone else joined in the laughter, laughing at Wacky. Wacky had just about enough. Suddenly, Ludwig stopped laughing. His smile turned into an expressionless face, and then into a face of pain. Everyone else stopped laughing as well, looking at what had happened. Ludwig then fell to the floor, grabbing his stomach. Wacky’s right hand was balled into a fist, right where Ludwig’s stomach had been. He then reached down and lifted Ludwig off of the ground, and then hurled him across the throne room into the wall.
Everyone gasped. Wacky grinned. Ludwig got up and looked angrily at Wacky. Ludwig inhaled and breathed a giant fireball at Wacky. Wacky didn’t even attempt to dodge it; he just stood there as the molten sphere rocketed at him. As it got extremely close, Wacky put up his hand and the fireball struck it. The fireball just stood there and then suddenly, it disappeared.
Everybody stood there with jaws hanging open. Wacky smiled evilly. “You call that firepower? I’ll show you firepower!” Wacky then breathed out a jet of fire without even inhaling. Ludwig jumped out of the way at the last second.
Ludwig smiled. He then tucked himself inside his shell and shot out at Wacky. Wacky stood there. He then raised his fist and slammed it down on Ludwig. Ludwig fell to the ground. Wacky grinned. “Wow, you are pathetic,” Wacky said. “I thought this would be a lot harder, but man, I was wrong.”
Suddenly, Ludwig lashed out and struck Wacky across the face. Wacky fell over and Ludwig pounced on him, throwing rapid punches. Wacky threw Ludwig off of him and got up. Wacky looked really angry. “You’ll pay for that!” Wacky snapped. Wacky then formed a fireball in his hand. He didn’t even breathe into it. Wacky then chucked it at Ludwig, but he dodged it. Wacky didn’t cease there. He continued to form fireballs and hurl them at Ludwig, until one struck Ludwig in his side. Ludwig then fell to the ground.
Wacky then approached him and was about to deliver the finishing blow, but then someone tackled him from behind. Wacky was thrown over Ludwig and fell face-first on the floor. Someone then jumped on him and threw punches into the back of his head. Wacky grabbed whoever was punching him and hurled him on the ground. It was Larry. Wacky then turned around and saw that all of Ludwig’s siblings (with the exception of Morton, Roy, and Jazzman) and Karma were standing between him and Ludwig’s body. “If you want to get to Ludwig, you’ll have to go through us,” Lemmy said.
Wacky stood up. “If that’s the way it has to be, then so be it,” Wacky said. He then tucked himself inside his shell and started spinning. Suddenly, the shell caught on fire. Wacky then rocketed at the group and struck them. Every single one of them was sent flying. Wacky then popped out of his shell, though still on fire. He then approached Ludwig and raised his arm up to finish him, when suddenly, he heard a voice.
“I’ve seen enough.” Wacky then turned and saw Bowser holding his hand up. “I can’t bear to watch you beat up my son anymore. I have accepted that you are Wacky Koopa.”
Wacky then doused himself. He was smiling. “Good,” he said. He then reached his hand out over Ludwig. Ludwig looked up. “Need a hand?” Wacky asked. Ludwig stuck out his hand and Wacky hoisted him up. The others got up as well, not having taken as many hits as Ludwig.
Morton then just walked into the room. His face turned ghastly when he saw Wacky. “Hey, who’s that? Is that the intruder? Go get him. Why are you guys just standing there? He took out two of your brothers. I’ll get him. He’s dead meat once I get my claws on him. I’ll wipe the floor with him. His clocks are cleaned. I’ll turn him into mincemeat. I’ll-”
“Morton, can you do us all a favor?” Iggy asked.
“Sure, what is it?” Morton asked.
“SHUT UP!” everyone in the throne room, including Wacky, bellowed.
“Sure, that’s all you had to say,” Morton replied.
“There’s no need to fight him, Wacky is on our side now,” Bowser Jr. said.
“Oh, really?” Morton asked. “Cool.”
“So Wacky,” Ludwig said, “how did you get so strong?
“I had a lot of training as a kid.” Wacky replied.
Larry then spoke up. “What I want to know is how you were able to catch fire?” he asked.
Wacky thought for a bit. “Well, when I was twelve, I was caught trespassing in the yard of some psychopathically crazy people. I was then sentenced to execution by being dipped in a vat of lava. But when I was sent down, instead of being burned by the lava, I absorbed it. Don’t ask how that happened, I honestly don’t know. Anyway, when I was raised back up, they were shocked to see me not only alive, but also unharmed. I then used my new fire abilities to set them on fire and break myself free.”
“Who told you to come here?” Karma asked.
“Pyroboo and Teela Yoshi,” Wacky replied.
“That’s cool and all,” Bowser said, “but what I want to say is, welcome to our home.”
A tear then streaked down Wacky’s face. “Thanks, Bowser.” The two then embraced. “But there’s something I want to know. Where am I going to sleep?”
Bowser thought for a minute. “Good question. Where are you going to sleep? Any ideas, Koopalings?”
Everyone began thinking. “There’s that old room in the middle of the castle,” Ludwig suggested. “He can sleep there.”
“Great thinking, Ludwig!” Bowser exclaimed. “Do you mind, Wacky?”
“Ah, not at all,” Wacky replied. “At least I’m now sleeping under a roof. I’ll design it in the way I’ll like it and you can put whatever workers you want into putting the design in.”
“All right,” Bowser said. “You may want to set things straight with Jazzman and Roy though.”
“Okay,” Wacky said. “Where do I go?”
“It’s actually right next to the room you’re staying in,” Bowser replied. “Here, I’ll show you.”
Bowser then took Wacky down to the doctor. They walked through the door and found Jazzman and Roy, on beds, sleeping. Wacky then put an apology letter next to their beds. They then went next door and opened the door. It was completely empty. Wacky then put designs in for the room and in a matter of hours, the whole room was complete.
Wacky and Bowser looked upon the new room happily. “You know, I haven’t felt this good since I was with my parents. I would like to be alone for a bit.”
“Okay,” Bowser replied. “Take your time.” He then exited the room.
Wacky then knelt beside his bed and looked up towards the ceiling. “Oh DAD, I have been alone all my life. Ever since that tragic accident, I’ve never really had a home. Now, you’ve given me one, in a castle where I am well treated. Please say hi to my parents. I just want them to know, that at the kingdom they loved so much, I was the last king.”
The End
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