Fanfic for all you Mario fans

[ScottyMcGee]

I found literally an ancient archive of old fanfics I was crazy with when I was in like 6th grade, I decided to go back to them and revise them. Some stories with plots ranging from Yoshi being the hero instead of Mario and having an unlikely teamup with Sonic, to a mysterious alien race threatening the Nintendo world. But now I decided to start off light and share this novel for a Mario movie that I had in mind for a long time now. I tried to make as many references to the games in big and small details, some of which some people might have forgotten, like the Game and Watch game where Mario and Luigi work at a cake factory.
Each post will be a new chapter, it has a small prolouge, unlike other books I don't usually like putting "Chapter One" or "Chapter Two," just a big headline with one or two words that describes the chapter.
So without further ado, I present my "Official" Super Mario Brothers Novel.....

[ScottyMcGee]

The Super Mario Brothers

Prologue:
There was a strange sense in the atmosphere as two male explorers sat waiting impatiently near a campfire. The night was cold and unforgivable in the misty forest, there was not even the friendly glow of the moon, for it happened to be a night of a new moon in which there was no glow. The only warmth came from the illuminating shine of the crackling campfire.
The two explorers actually seemed more like scientists, only without glasses. They wore long white coats with dozens of hidden pockets, their tents held hundreds of field guides and sketch books of strange creatures that no man on Earth had ever seen before.
Then again, this place was not really located on Earth.
One of the explorers, a skinny and thin middle aged man chomped nervously on his cigar, until he finally flipped.
“This is taking too long. We should leave. He's not coming back,”
The other, who looked almost an exact clone of him except for his rough aftershave, said nothing, and paced back and forth a few inches.
A sound of great terror echoed in the woods. The two men's hearts skipped beats simultaneously, they both shot a glance towards where the noise came from. The dense forest of tangled vines and bushy trees prevented them from showing what was going on, or where the noise had come from. One man gulped hard, then held his hands and fiddled them nervously for a moment.
It came again, this time they knew it was a roar. A roar unlike any they had ever heard before. Loud and demanding, long and full of hatred.
Once it died down, the sudden flash of light made the two men jump with fright as the sky gave way to a small fireball flashing in the sky.
“It's his flare!” the thin man shouted.
The two men sprang into action and grabbed from their tents rifles. They nodded to each other, affirming their courage, then ran straight into the woods.
The roars began to get more frequent with a sense of agony and pain in the voice of whatever creature created it. There came the cracking of a rifle, the two men knew their comrade was trying to fend off the beast. They doubled their efforts to sprint through the densely forested area, whacking anything in their way with their rifles.
But then the sounds of a human cry pierced the night, and they knew it was too late.
There came a final, short roar. Then the crushing trees being toppled over and logs snapping; the creature had escaped.
Silence once again permeated the woods, the two men finally came to a small creek. Their clothes immediately soaked as they splashed over the rocks and into the water.
Both froze when they heard the moaning and groaning within the dark, they turned to their right and saw their comrade gravely and fatally injured by the shore of the creek.
The scene was utter gore and blood-stained. Their fellow friend's clothes was completely tattered and torn, revealing arms and legs that were covered in blood.
“Jackson, Jackson! Speak to me! What happened?” the thin man knelt and shouted with a sense of urgency.
Their friend, who was now revealed to be only as Jackson, only mumbled in a sort of insane way to himself, his eyes started to fade, the pigment of his skin already pale.
The taller one grabbed hold of some medical gauzes from his array of pockets, then started blocking the flow of blood from the wounds. But then in only a matter of seconds he saw it was a futile and lowly attempt to stop death from coming.
“Jackson, what was it?”
The man's last sentence was a short one, yet he still had trouble saying it.
“B...Bows..er....the...ter..rible ...turtle...,”

[ScottyMcGee]

Once Upon A Time.....

The sound of the clock alarm at seven in the morning gave way for another monotonous and routine day. Gone was the dream land that one had during the night, the mystical occurrence of the sun disappearing and the moon shining had gone, the sun returned and gave a bright shine through the windows and curtains. To some, it was a good sign of starting new, to others, it was as annoying as a dog barking during the night for no reason.
For one particular person, it was definitely a sign of annoyance, of another day at work in Brooklyn, New York. He sat up with a grumble and stared for a while at the outdoors, he scoffed at the fact that kids were already playing outside. Apparently summer break had started, but not for this man, and his brother. Work may have ended for the kids, but never for the adults.
He grumbled again at the thought, the stout, short, chubby yet strong man got up and began to get his shaving gear ready at the bathroom sink. Just like everyday, he would shave all around the chin, sideburns, yet left one thing. A big, long, and bushy mustache that he never really felt like shaving off.
With that, he donned his robe and opened his door. The newspaper was neatly folded right at the place mat ready for him, just like every other day. With a grunted effort he picked it up and quickly scanned the front page, then frowned at something that seemed to displease him.
The short man then hurried his way to the lower floor where the shower was, hoping no one else in the building would be there first.
Yet when he reached it downstairs, he soon made a frown and yet another grumble of dismay as he saw the mist of the shower spread from under the door.
Then he heard it, just like every other day. The high pitched and utterly annoying sound of someone singing in the shower. He knew exactly who it was.
He leaned against the door and rapped on it loudly.
“Luigi”, he barked still half asleep.
The singing still resided.
“Luigi!”
“Hm?” came the ridiculously pitched voice.
“What...,” he yawned in the middle of his sentence, “What are we going to do about the future?”
The shower slowly stopped as the creak of the knob came, then a few footsteps.
“What do you mean?”
Luigi opened the door half way, he was pretty much the completely opposite physique of his brother. Taller, leaner, yet one thing also seemed to be in common, which was of course, the mustache.
His brother, Mario, handed him the newspaper while pointing to the front page. Luigi looked at it, a frown started to gradually appear just like Mario when he read the same passage.
“New Pump Master from General Mills Appliances revolutionizes plumbing in a new way. Hammers, plungers, and wrenches are a thing of the past,”
Luigi stared at his brother after reading it.
“So what?”
“SO....it seems like we have some competition,”
Luigi gave back the paper and scoffed at him, ready to return to his shower.
“It will never catch on. They always say they have the right new 'thing' to fix everything. There's probably a defect in them,”
“Yes but, look here it even says--,”
“Don't worry about it. Remember ol' Mrs. Hayes? She always pays us good money, she won't get one,”
The door shut again, leaving Mario a bit flustered with the newspaper.

The kitchen was silent, save only Mario's eating and the clock with hands shaped like wrenches and hammers ticking regularly. Already had read most of the paper, Mario sighed and sat back at the kitchen.
The brothers were of Italian heritage, therefore most of the decoration and flora of the kitchen was Italian. With still life paintings here and there, beige tiles, and lively colored wallpaper. Most of the residents of the building complained about this, everyone wanted a piece of their culture on the kitchen, unfortunately there was an intense and huge diversity of people in the building. Ranging from Chinese to African American, to Chilean. Others could not care less what the kitchen looked like, but some, such as Mr. Feng-shuy, argued that the kitchen should have some 'positive' atmosphere with some zen. But once they had put a small zen garden, someone's cat mistook it for kitty litter and all hell broke loose between Luigi and Mr. Feng-shuy.
The dispute was finally settled by placing a jar on a small table with flourishing bamboo sticks.
Mario now looked at the tiny piece of Japanese art and grinned at the memory, the silence was broken when his brother came in.
“Alright, what have we got?”
Mario opened the schedule notebook to the dated page and simply pushed it to the other side of the table.
“Let's see here....,” Luigi silently read to himself the list of customers they had appointments with. Mario hoped no one would cancel anything, after reading the front page of that newspaper. Maybe his brother was right, maybe it would never catch on. Yet again, that was exactly what everyone said about the automobile.
“Oh c'mon! Not Rogers again!” Luigi barked scornfully, “That's that weird kid with all the video games right?”
Mario nodded, just a simple head movement.
“How many times do we have to tell that kid that his toilet IS NOT a teleporter?”
He dropped the notebook on the counter and began arguing to no one in particular as he perused through the fridge.
“I hate video games, I really do. The stuff they do to your mind ya' know?”
It does not take long for one to realize that Luigi was the more livelier and more of a conversationalist than his brother. Mario rarely spoke at all long lengthly conversations. Of course he use to in his earlier days, everyone use to talk and blab away when they were a child. Luigi recently suspected that maybe Mario was simply bored with life, its harsh reality, routine, and bad Mondays.
But nevertheless the two brothers held a pretty respectable business of plumbing in their small portion of Brooklyn. Everyone would recognize their rickety old truck with the cartoon caricature of them popping out of two green pipes.
Today however, something told Mario that people would seldom be cheerful at seeing their truck, maybe this new invention really did kick in. Once it does, technology moves at an incredibly exponential rate, most likely they will just be forsaken.

The two brothers said nothing as Mario drove their work truck towards their business building. Mario hardly felt the need to pay close attention to the road, the neighborhood barely had anyone driving around at this hour. He looked about all of suburbia, and sighed bored at the fact that all of them were exactly the same. Either that or with different roofs and backyards, but nevertheless they were all the same. He missed the old days, when people use to make their own houses. But he quickly shrugged his thoughts off and made the final turn to their workplace.
Once there, they knew what they had to do. After turning on the power, flipping the “Closed” sign to “Open”, and opening the tool shed; they went over to the dresser, and donned the clothes that everyone knew locally.
The green shirt for Luigi and red shirt for Mario, which were covered by blue overalls, pinned with a yellow button. Then came the soft and stretchy white gloves, after that the large, almost humorous, brown boots. And finally, each wore a hat with their first letter of their first name posted on it.
The tool shed: a plethora of different shaped hammers, plungers, wrenches, and all sorts of contraptions. Each brother got their own belt, strapped on the basic and usual tools for plumbing.
At last they were ready for work, the two looked to each other before they entered the van again, gave a handshake, and Mario spoke, “Here we go,”

[ScottyMcGee]

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[ScottyMcGee]

They figured they would first take care of the old widow Mrs. Hayes. She was a long time customer of the Mario Brothers Plumbing Service, never for once had she forgotten to call them for any problem regarding backed up toilets, clogged sinks, or sewage problems.
Mario grinned to himself remembering the crazy old lady, then started to remember his older jobs. When he first came to America it went from carpenter, to a cake factory worker, and now to a plumber. Every job so far had some sort of strange character or anecdote to it. He remembered how his boss was a real bad ass at the cake factory, the weird part was his boss was the same exact mirror image of Mario. Yet more of a sinister and notorious image, with a crooked mustache and a vile voluptuous physique. Some of the workers made fun of this and called the boss “Wario”, the opposite of Mario.
“Oh crap, I can't believe this,” Luigi muttered.
Mario snapped out of his small trip down memory lane and realized they were already at the house, which with no surprise looked liked every other house.
But the scene before him was different, a white and almost immaculate van was pulled over the side of Mrs. Hayes' home with a familiar logo that read “General Mills Appliances,”
He could not believe this, none of them could. Their best customer, for over fifteen years, and now this. The scene was intensely annoying to them, that one van was like a scratch on a brand new car, a fly in a soup, a thorn in a bush.
“Maybe.....they're doing someone else's house,” Luigi said slowly.
The two brothers gave a slow nervous glance for a moment, then sighed, got out of the van, and readied their supplies.
Luigi was the one who rang the doorbell, in no time a fragile and senile lady came to the door.
“Yes?”
“Hi, Mrs. Hayes? It's us...you know, the Mario Brothers,”
She suddenly seemed a bit flustered, not sure what to say.
“Oh...er...,”
“Well, well well, look who it is.”
Mario reached the door, set down the toolboxes, but once he looked up into the house he suddenly backed away.
“Oh God no.”
Speak of the devil, Mario had just been thinking of him a few minutes earlier in the van, and now he was inevitably here – Wario.
Wario did not seem to change at all one bit since they last met, he still had that gut more vile and obese than Mario, and his mustache still held crooked in some parts, giving one the impression of one of those classic bad guys in western movies. Wario's white uniform with the logo of General Mills tried to cover up his notorious looks, but it failed miserably.
“The Mario Brothers,” Wario said scornfully, “Grade A plumbing service eh?” he quickly put a thumbs down and blew a raspberry.
“Come check out this baby,” he then motioned them towards the bathroom.
Luigi shot a hurtful look towards Mrs. Hayes, his face practically read “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?”
She tried to explain while they all walked towards the bathroom but Wario's voice boomed in the way.
“This contraption does the toilet like what the atomic bomb did to Japan, pure disintegration.” he said with a smile
“Nice analogy Wario.” Luigi muttered.
The door opened and a large sucking noise instantly filled their ears. Along with a few whooshes and zooms here and there. The machines looked like something out of a Dr. Seuss book, it had buttons everywhere, with technical readouts, arms that were cranes and arms that were suction cups.
“Sucks up any foreign material first, then incinerates it inside, any grime that is left is easily scrubbed with dozens of flexible tubes and wiring. Marvelous contraption ain't it?”
Mario said nothing, neither did his brother.
The old lady had left and said something about making a snack for them, but the Brothers would not be there for long. It seemed like the 'Pump Master' had everything under control.
“So uh...what you two hooligans gonna do this time after plumbing eh? Fast food? Ice Cream Brothers? Eh?”
Mario was finally going to blurt out something when the Pump Master suddenly gave a long wail and smoke hissed out, then it came to a halt. A blue light kept flashing around silently at the top.
“Hm, that's odd,” Wario grunted, he opened the hatch and waved about the light smoke, then went headfirst in to see the problem.
“Oy, lookie here.” his voice echoed in the machine.
Luigi peered over his shoulder to see, Wario came out with his hands cupped up holding something.
“Machine must've scared the little bugger's daylights,” Wario grinned.
Mario saw that Wario held a shell blackened by the smoke, but luckily not cracked or totally incinerated. It took a few seconds for the small turtle to slowly peek its head out, as if checking to see if the coast was clear.
“Well...here,” Wario handed it to Mario, “Think of it as...a retirement present eh?” he then bellowed a haughty laugh. He then went out the door and through the hallway, ready to grub on some snacks.
“Don't worry Mario, I'll bet we'll have at least one faithful customer today.”
Mario said nothing, only stared at the innocent and calm expression the small turtle held.


The day had unfortunately been dull and vapid. The rest of the jobs were meaningless and petty work that ranked up money no more than two hundred and fifty dollars. Most of the appointments were canceled, just as Mario's worst nightmare had predicted, and instead they held an appointment for Wario's Pump Master.
Upon reaching the workplace, Luigi spoke while driving.
“You know...I think there's a good spot around economics.”
The last part of that sentence made Mario cringe. The awkward sense and feel of switching from a muscular dirty job to a small, claustrophobic cubicle and getting sunburn from a computer screen. The change would be disastrous, so far of all three jobs he seemed to like plumbing the best, sure it definitely was not a job to get rich and roll in dough but he wanted a job he enjoyed more than just doing one to get a bunch of green slips. And besides, someone had to do it, especially for people who were too old and senile to fix their own pipes, gas leaks and explosions could occur, it could really be a dependent job at times, which felt important. Sitting in front of a computer screen typing for some company and being indoors all the time just did not fit the bill for Mario. He just wanted a simple life, a slow and calm one. One that you can make just enough money to live and the rest for yourself and friends.
Luigi instantly felt his brother's resentment of the idea just by glancing at his expression, he knew his brother well enough already.
“What about construction?”
The thought lingered around in his mind when suddenly Luigi's cellphone rang.
“Ah, damn, could you take it for me? I'm driving.”
Mario reached over the dashboard and turned on the ancient late eighty's phone.
“Hello?”
A small, rather jittery voice started to mumble.
“H-hello? I—is this the M-Mario B-brother's P-p-p-”
“Plumbing service?”
“Yes, yes that 's it.”
“Yeah, it's us. Who is this?”
“Well I'm..s-sorta in a p-p-pred—predi--”
“Predicament?”
“Yes, right now. M-my sink has gone rather haywire and oh--”
The voice was cut off by a few noises in the background, there was a clash and the voice wailed “OH NO!” and then another clash followed by a splash.
Luigi made an inquiring face as to who was it, Mario just shrugged.
“I need you two to c-come now!” the voice pleaded.
“Alright, well it would help if we knew where you were.”
“Th-the Grey Mansion near Long Island. My na-name is E. Gadd, I'm a p-p-professor.”
The line suddenly went dead, Mario waited a few seconds to see if the professor would pick up again, but no.
“Who was that?”
“Either a prank or some old senile professor really needs our help.”
“What was his name?”
“E. Gadd I think.”
“Pht, it's a prank. Put the two together it's 'egad'--,”
“I know! Obviously.”
“So....where are we going?”
Mario thought for a moment, staring at the small turtle they had placed in a small container with water.
“Said something about 'Grey Mansion' in Long Island.”
Luigi gave a long whistle.
“What? You've heard of it?”
“Heard the place was run by some nut. Huge mansion, lots of money.”
“Well...head on anyways, prank or no prank.”
Luigi made a u-turn and they were off for their unexpected call.

[ScottyMcGee]

An Inevitable Occurrence

By the time the brothers had reached the mansion, it was already evening. Mario hoped that whatever the problem was it would take long or feel interminable. The mansion was the kind of place one would feel insecure, frightened, and paranoid during a moonless midnight around Halloween, yet in the light it seemed passive, but Mario could still tell it was one of those weird places.
The path up the hill to the entrance was unpaved, worn and bent. The owner really let the front yard go, along with and old tire swing that still had rainwater from a storm weeks ago.
Luigi used the usual fancy door knocker every mansion had, and waited patiently for a response. There came the scurrying of feet, the sliding of dozens of locks, and finally the door creaked open.
An incredibly short thin man with an Alfalfa strand of white hair appeared at their feet. His glasses were thick of smoke and fog they and have not been clean in a long time that you could barely see his large blue eyes behind them.
“Yes yes, w-wait here a m-moment please. Make yo-yourself comfortable,”
He hurried up the curved staircase, the Mario Brothers looked around in awe at the large round foyer they stood in. The style was very old fashioned, something you would find in England or some other European country. Yet there was something unique about it, then it slowly came to Mario's mind.
All the statues and pictures were incredibly odd. They were either out of proportion, or drawn or sculptured from some peculiar animal that they had never seen before, or maybe might never even exist!
Luigi gawked at the place longer than Mario, even had the nerve to poke around through some drawers and decoration that seemed fragile.
“Look here, at this drawing,” Mario pointed out, “What the heck is that?”
“I dunno, looks like...some sort of bird and turtle or something. But hey...what's that turtle thing over there doing to that other weird lizard creature,”
They pondered for a moment.
“Hey...I didn't know they could do that--”
“Gentlemen!” the professor suddenly chimed from the stairs, “If you w-would please follow me, it s-seems you have a lot to f-fix,”
They followed him up the curved staircase through a dining hall, then a maze of corridors, a billiard room, and finally at one particular hallway.
“Jesus...,” Luigi muttered.
The wing of the hallway was torn off in the wall by exploding pipes and tubes, the whole place had been a mess, the water had dripped down the corridor towards the stairs.
“Er, there's more down in th-the kitchen,”
“More?” Luigi emphasized.
Mario gave a short glance to Luigi, who just sighed knowing it would be a long night and said, “I'll take care of this wing, you'll do the kitchen,”
Mario nodded and followed the professor.
Along the way he got sidetracked by an open door that held a mysterious sense to it, it eventually lured him in. The professor would not mind, he was too busy talking to himself and thinking Mario was following him. He would just take a quick peek.
The coldness surrounded Mario when he stepped in the office, something seemed cozy about it, yet...something was wrong. As if it held a deep and dark secret lurking somewhere.
He walked cautiously towards the desk, it was completely unorganized with papers everywhere and open drawers filled with pens and other writing utensils. But the main thing that caught his attention was a photo, a group of photos that lay on top of the organized plethora of papers.
The first few pictures were ordinary and boring, yet he was not too sure what was going on. It seemed to be like three people were camping, but then one picture showed rifles in the background, and he knew it was something more. He flipped through some more boring pictures, until it started to get interesting.
The photographer had taken a picture of a huge footprint on the ground, larger than any man possible, any animal, even an elephant. The print seemed to have sharp ends at the toes, maybe it was a reptile?
The next few pictures just had two people in it, he then knew the third person probably went off in the woods or something. Then there was a huge gap in the time line of pictures. The next was a grotesque photo of a man on the ground horribly maimed and mauled by some creature. The face of death on the man's expression gave a chill to Mario's spine, then the next picture he gasped.
“Mario?”
He dropped everything and turned around, as if acting like he was just cleaning.
“Mario, I thought you went downstairs to fix the kitchen,” Luigi spoke.
“Yea, I know just...got lost along the way here,”
Luigi gave him a star for a moment, then nodded and went back to work.
Before Mario closed the door of the office, he thought of the last picture he saw, then of the small turtle Wario found in the Pump Master.

[ScottyMcGee]

Green Pipeline

Mario grunted on the force of the pipe that did not seem to want to close and lock itself with another pipe. Once he was done he sighed with relief and took off his gloves to flex his hands for a while.
The kitchen was horribly small, such a big mansion and the kitchen was a feeble and architecturally weak place. Yet the pipelines below it were incredibly myriad and complex, especially around the sink. Some pipes even managed to flex around other ones in awkward forms, it was just starting to get all strange. Almost as if something was inside the pipes and moving its way about everywhere.
This whole night job was weird, he sat on the counter and waited to regain his strength for more pipe fixing.
Everything had turned silent all of the sudden, he drummed his fingers on the counter just to add some noise, he hated pure silence.
Mario scoped around the room with his eyes for a while, noticing all the cheap decoration and sloppy paint job. Then a nice, sweet memory came to mind of his brother and him when they were small, still in their grandmother's house in Italy. They had found a lone can full of paint lying around, so being as they were, they grabbed a few brushes and painted everything around the house. By the time they were done, pretty much their whole bodies were sloppy with wet paint.
Their grandparents came down to the room and for a minute they went nuts and crazy over the mess, but then his grandmother just stopped and saw the innocent and playful look on their faces, and simply burst out laughing.
She knelt down to them and started cleaning them with paper towels, then said to the both of them, “You two will be hard working people some day,”
Some day.
There was a sudden shine that caught Mario's eye, and his attention veered back to the opened and operated sink. Then he saw it, and focused on it. After that he blinked his eyes a few times to see if they were deceiving him, but no, it was still there.
He slid off the counter and took away all the tools and paper towels that were in the way of it under sink, until finally he was face to face with it.
It was a green pipe, shiny and rather large, large enough to shove in a couple of hamsters at once. It seemed very strange and surreal, yet it was there, almost taunting him. A green pipe under the kitchen sink in the house of a deranged and weird professor who has photos of a dead guy in his office. Yep, this was going somewhere.
He waved his hand against it and felt there was a slight draft coming from it, as if it led down to something hollow and big. The other pipes sounded just like water rushing or dripping, but this one did not.
His heart suddenly pounded and he gasped as his hand was sucked into it. The pipe seemed to come alive, some monster that gobbles everything up. He tried to pull it out but the suction was incredibly strong, so strong it began to suck in his forearm, then up to his shoulder. He began to scream for help but it was drowned out as the pipe gobbled up his head, then his other arm, now all that remained was his torso. Which with some effort due to his girth, was finally sucked up fully, and all that was heard was a faint scream within the grounds of the mansion.
Luigi heard the echo on his side of the pipelines, then felt something whoosh under him on the floor, as if some large subway just passed by.
Without words he rushed down the stairs, skipping steps, until he reached the kitchen.
Obviously Mario was not there, which instantly worried his brother. He looked about the kitchen, which did not take long due to its small size, then saw that Mario's hat was on the floor by the kitchen sink.
He quickly knelt down and inspected the scene, then looked up and saw it. The green pipe.
Like every person, just out of curiosity, he raised his hand against it.
Just like his brother, he went through the same ludicrous episode, and was eventually sucked in.