Super Mario RPG 2 Chapter One

                                              Super Mario RPG 2
                                                 Player’s Saga
                                             By Angel Warrior Queen


DISCLAIMER: In no way-shape or form do I own the Mario series of games or Super Mario RPG…Though I wish they would make a Second Super Mario RPG

                                     Chapter One: The Beginning

I can’t explain it.
I can’t explain what happened that had allowed me to come here to this place. The world I had played on my Super Nintendo for years and years.  All I know is that one night I fell asleep right in the middle of a game only to open my eyes in a world I have only seen on a TV screen. The World of Super Mario.
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to tell you the story from my first aware moment in the world I only daydreamed about.

I opened my eyes staring up at the leafy boughs of a canopy of trees, several of which had floated down and had found rest on my face and body. “Whoa momma, whatever I ate before I went to sleep I ain’t having it any more.” I thought feeling slightly nauseous for reason unbeknownst to myself as I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. What I saw was a thick old forest fairly bright but disgustingly humid and dense underbrush, small mushrooms dotted every bare patch of sandy soil or clung to the oldest of trees like their tiny plant lives depended on it. “Wow, weird dream I decided to have.” I confessed aloud to no-one in particular as I stood up brushing the leaves off my body.  “Kinda creepy too.” I added mentally shivering at the fog that hugged the ground giving the forest an air of gloomy abandon “Well I suppose I can’t stay in this place forever…Wonder which way I have to go to get out of here?” with no idea which way to go I eventually decided on a gut feeling to head west in the direction of the afternoon sun that I could barely see through the trees  in the hopes of finding the way out of the forest at the very most or a path at the very least. In was several minutes or perhaps several hours later when the oppressive heat and humidity had almost permeated my entire being and I began wishing I had fallen asleep with a pair of shoes on as my bare feet treaded over another sharp stone.
“Ow, Ow, Ow,” I winced limping slightly “My Kingdom for a pair of shoes…” I said almost in tears from the pain when I tripped falling head over heels before landing in the middle of a sandy pathway on my rear.

“Ooooowwwwwwwiieee….” I whimpered the threat of tears when I saw what I had tripped on fall before me. It was a pair of dirty old leather boots, looking almost on the verge of decomposition but otherwise looking perfectly useable.
“Hey-hey!” I said my exhaustion and pain immediately forgotten as I picked up the boots
“Talk about the best luck ever! They look like they fit perfectly too!” after a quick inspection and feeling (to check if any bugs had made a home inside the boots) I slipped the boots and much to my delight the boots were light soft and very comfortable  once I tried the shoes on and found much to my delight that they fit perfectly.
“Geez, who would throw away a perfectly good pair of boots? What a waste!” I thought tapping my foot against the dirt. “Now if only if I could get lucky enough to find the way out of here.” I said looking down the path and then up the path again both ways not looking particularly welcoming to a lost and weary traveler and to ad to my dismay the already dismal forest was beginning to get dark. “Ugh this dream sucks. How about a break already?!?” I cried to the heavens when the distinct sound of marching feet was heard from behind me. “Excellent!” I thought turning towards the direction of the sound “Maybe whoever it is can tell me the way to the nearest pizza place! I’m starved!” I stood out in the middle of the road waiting patiently when something told me deep down inside that whatever made the sound of footsteps might not be as friendly as I would hope. Keeping this in mind I looked around quickly and before you could say “knife” jumped under a nearby fern and kept as still as I could allow. Where I waited patiently and hoped that no one would notice the tracks I had left in the dust.
I quietly settled in a small depression of earth that allowed me to see through the fern as the ones who had made the sound of footsteps approached my field of vision, which unfortunately only allowed me to see a person’s feet but it was all I needed when I saw a small heard of Arrows walking-or to be more accurate hopping on their knocks- into my line of sight and began milling about willy-nilly giggling in high pitched tinny-voices when finally they lined up at the edges of the path. “Dude, what he heck?” I thought half amazed and more confused than ever before when a pair of feet quite literally walked into my field of vision.

“Nyaaaah well did you find him yet???” a Nasal voice asked the little arrows around this strange being. “No sir not yet sir!” the group of arrows chirruped in their various tin voices as they hopped up and down as if to illustrate their point. “Nyah!” the nasal voice snapped in frustration “The boss says to catch him! So we catch!”
“Yes Sir Bowyer!” the little arrows squeaked “He won’t get away from us!” one arrow squeaked “Not a chance! We know every inch of the forest like the backs of our fronts!” a second added. “Excellent! Nya! I so happy I feel like shooting arrows at Rose Town!”
“Yaaaay!” the arrows cheered as a hand reached down to pick up an arrow.

“Bowyer!? Rose Town?!” I thought nearly panicking in my hiding spot “This isn’t a dream it’s a nightmare!!” I began to making plans to escape when to my absolute horror a hand reached down and picked up the arrow closest to my face “Nya?? What’s this?”
The nasal voice questioned, and before I could even blink never mind move a single gloved hand grabbed me by the back of my baggy red T-Shirt and hoisted me into the air so that I was soon face to face with a bugling-eyed human sized living bow.
“Uuuh Hi?” I said weakly.
“Nyah Nyaaaah! What’s this?! What is this thing?!” Bowyer said glaring at me with one of his goofy googly eyes while jerking me out for the little arrow-men to see.
“Oooh it’s so ugly!” the little arrows twittered
“It certainly does Nyat belong here! What should we do with the thing?!” Bowyer asked
Shaking me till the nausea from before had returned with full force.
“Boil it!” one Arrow suggested
“Mash it!” another cried
“Stick it in a Stew!” three others added
“Heheheh How about letting me go with a stern warning?” I squeaked nervously.
Bowyer and all his arrow flunkies began to laugh as if what I had said was the funniest thing in the world “Heee this thing is funny Nya? Let’s show it to Smithy he’ll like it Nya!”
“How about you give her to me right this minute Bowyer!” a voice much deeper then the tinny high-pitched squeaking of the arrows calmly ordered. Bowyer turned still holding me up by the back of my shirt to see a wooden man in a blue cap and cape holding out a long rifle barrel that seemed to be growing out of his arms.
“Geno…” I gasped in amazement
“Nyaaahahaha! So the banished star finally show’s itself! Smithy wants you for his furnace Geno Nyah.” Bowyer laughed cruelly. “Banished?” I thought more confused then ever before. Geno grimaced angrily as a small click was heard from inside the rifle barrel
“Then he can come and get me himself!” Geno replied firing a barrage of small metal pellets right in Bowyer’s face.

The effect was two fold. One Bowyer dropped me so he could clutch his injured face
The second was Bowyer screaming at his pointy headed flunkies to capture us both or be turned into slag metal. I wasn’t too certain about the last part as I was running towards Geno as fast as my legs could carry me.
“Are you alright?” Geno asked me as I slid to a halt
“Oh yeah, scared out of my wits and confused as heck, I’m just fine.” I snapped sarcastically. Geno didn’t respond instead he grabbed my arm with his free hand and began running down the path tugging me along like a ridiculous sack of grain.
“Do you mind explaining what in the heck is going on?!” I howled at Geno barely able to keep up with Geno’s pace. For an overgrown child’s plaything the wooden man could certainly run when he had too “When we can get away from Bowyer and his Flunkies.” Geno replied pausing as we came to a four way crossing looking around wildly as if trying to remember his route “Blast, this forest always gets me turning around…” Geno grumbled when we both heard a loud whistling noise almost like a teakettle.
“Lookout!” I yelled pushing Geno into the bushes as an arrow fell almost exactly where we had been standing moments before.
We both stared as the arrow slowly disintegrated into dust before walking back out onto the path again. Geno looked at me “Thank you.” He said. “No probs.” I replied blushing a little in embarrassment. We quickly got our feet and got back onto the path. “This way.” Geno said pointing down the path to the right of us before taking my arm and jogging down the path until we came across a large old stump.


Geno let go of my arm only to walk up to the stump and kick it hard. Despite my first impression of the stump the sound it gave was quite hollow as the top of the stump fell in.
“Hurry get in.” Geno said pushing me towards the stump. “But-” I started before we both heard the same whistling noise I had heard earlier this time louder and in greater amount.
Geno quickly pushed me into the hollow log falling in behind me himself as a large amount of arrows rained down on the clearing. No arrows followed us down the tunnel in the hollow log because of the spring trap that closed the opening behind us making the hollow stump look like an ordinary solid stump once again.