There it sat, in all its glory, glimmering much like a fallen star beside the Mute City track: The Blue Falcon– cockpit opened, keys in the ignition.
Bowser gazed longingly into the headlights, caught like a deer by its glory.
On so many occasions, the hull of this beautiful beast had threatened to ram itself into his heart. Should he have wished revenge against it? No, the inner child which had spawned his son’s love of technology called out to him. His heart beat fast. Bearing a crooked smile, he peeked back and forth, scouting for the ship’s owner. The bloodhound sniffed the air, measuring the manliness which lingered… No doubt, the Captain wasn’t far off, likely gallivanting with another of Smash Manor’s combatants… but this was a once in a life time opportunity!… Worth one thousand Falcon Punches… He had to ride it.
Scrambling much like an evasive child, the rowdy royal squeezed himself into the cockpit! The seat naturally gave, pushing back to its maximum. Even with its give, the spikes aboard his shell forced themselves through the seating in order to allow his butt to meet the seat. Bowser and the Blue Falcon shared a session of grunts and groans as he shimmied back and forth. However, with enough desperate effort applied, the King firmly wedged himself into place! His knees crammed together, back arched harshly, shoulders pulled forward, claw fastened to the wheel… he was ready! The dashboard urgently cried out to close the cockpit before launching! Its cries fell upon deaf ears. With a madman’s chuckle, the monarch pinched the key between his fat fingers and stared outwards towards the track…!
Yet, right as he turned it, just as the lights roared to life and the engine beckoned…! There he was, the man himself. Captain Falcon. “… Hurghhh! Just gonna take her for a spin! You don’t mind right!? Buddy??”
Today was meant to be a day of peace and relaxation. With the Smash Tourney drawing ever closer to an end, there wasn’t much else to do but sit around and make small chat with the other contestants, which was just what Captain Falcon was doing. There was nothing like sharing a few laughs with his fellow combatants to make the day feel brighter--well, aside from whoopin’ some sorry loser’s tail until their insides EXPLODE in what could only be described as ‘RIGHTEOUS GLORY.’ H’YES! Of course, if given the choice, he would much rather be in the battle arena but since that wasn’t an option at the time, he had no choice but to settle for this meager trade-off.
All was well and good until he felt a sudden yet painful pang in the very center of his chest. His Falcon senses were tingling; something was amiss. He could feel it down to his core. His laughter died out immediately and the smile was wiped clear off his face. Captain Falcon directed his gaze off into the distance, staring as if searching for whatever it was that had alerted his senses. He hadn’t felt this feeling in years and he’d hoped that he never would again. Unfortunately, Lady Luck had different plans for him. The conversation he was having was long forgotten. He didn’t so much as utter a single word to the person he had been talking to before he took off into the direction had been staring at for so long. His rather stylish Pikachu cap was left in his wake, serving as the only form of proof that he had even been there to begin with.
Not even he knew where he was headed. His feet had begun moving before he even had a chance to process what was happening. He must’ve traveled at least 10 miles before reaching his destination. He came to a halt just a ways from where he had left his most prized possession: The Blue Falcon. And there it was, in all this stunning glory or at least, that what he wanted to say but there was one HUGE issue with this scenario. There was an overgrown, overweight turtle thing sticking out from the top of the vehicle. Had this been anyone else in his shoes, he would’ve laughed himself into a manly coma but being that it was indeed him in his own shoes, he found nothing about this to be humorous. Nothing at all.
He began to slowly walk towards his car. Not even three steps had been taken before he heard his baby cry out in anguish. An amateur would think it nothing but a regular car starting up, but he knew better. He and the Blue Falcon were connected in more ways than anyone could comprehend. She was in pain; his baby was hurting and he had let it happen. His eyes instinctively narrowed at the cry as his foot pressed into the earth below, creating a miniature crater beneath it. He kicked off from the ground and within the blink of an eye, he was sprinting towards the car. He didn’t bother to open his mouth to give Bowser a response. He didn’t need to. His vigorous, yet deadly eyes said it all.
Once I catch you, and I WILL catch you, I’m gonna to take my time rippin’ you to shreds, FAT BOY.
