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@magxs

Great, the Kingdom council meeting. Bowser idly stroked his favorite member of the group, his pet chomp, as they went over the Kingdom’s management. With no recent kidnapping attempts by Bowser, they were up in profits! However, the ghouls of the crypt were demanding some ‘toys’ to play with. The dungeons were also rusting, some cells would need replacements and--

BORING.

Just as Kamek’s turn had come to wrap up the chore list, their King spoke up in a harsh uproar. “DON’T CARE! HURGHHH! I don’t feel like doing this today, Kamek! Junior and me want to go out and play! Can’t this castle wait till TOMORROW!?” The child in him always came out around his attendant. It was only natural-- this was his father figure.

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@greendreambro

Oh, it had been Mario, the flames of war would have certainly lit! If it had been Mario, the gong would have struck! One Mario, one execution, served on a silver platter decorated with his crimson life juices! Oh, if it had been Mario...!... The beast cracked his knuckles thinking about it!...

But it wasn’t. 

It was LUWEEGEE. The green one. The one with that awkward posture that made it look like... something was wrong with him. Bowser stared at him unceremoniously, like he was trying to look through him. 

Eventually all this silent awkward staring was interrupted with a loud, hefty, meat scented belch however, right into the plumber’s face. 

“You’re weird.”

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@magik00pa

“C’mere ya old fart!” 

It was perhaps one of the rarest events in Dark Land: Bowser was jovial and free from responsibility! With the weight of a castle brushed from his shoulders for the day, the old energies of youth crept into his veins. And as he so often did in his days as a tyke tyrant, he expended this extra energy onto his caretaker and parent, Kamek!

Of course, he was much bigger now, so his play had changed considerably...

Jumping behind his attendant, he scooped his claws underneath the warlock’s underarms and jerked him harshly from the ground! Then, he swung him around like a dog would its toy, squeezing the soul out of his victim as he went. 

“What’re you doing!?... Don’t answer that, I don’t care! C’mawn! We’re going to go turn Goombas into chickens!”

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nyarglexbargle

Ash tainted gusts blew upon Junior’s face from atop his bedside. The boy had been asleep for what Tumblr and his Father both declared FAR too long! Impatient, The King hovered above his son’s resting place, brows furrowed so heavily they nearly connected in the middle. “Junior... wake up, boy.” First, he gave his son a nudge on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly. Well, as slightly as Bowser’s massiveness allowed at least. When that didn’t work, he smothered the kid’s head with a single paw and gave him a much more abrupt wake-up tremor. “RISE AND SHINE!!!” 

“Today’s the day I teach you to blow a MAN’s fireball! I said it and it starts with waking up AT THE CRACK OF DAWN!!” 

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puffywarrior

Oh, awesome! Cotton candy! Without an afterthought about its shoes or eyes, Bowser pulled Kirby off the ground and threw him into his maw. He squished the poor puffball in his mouth for a solid several seconds, confused by its taste and texture... there was no sweetness, and it didn’t melt on his tongue. It was rotten! 

PHEW

“DISGUSTING! WHO MADE THIS!?” 

The King’s watchful eye only spotted Kirby’s memorable features after lifting him to his eye. “Oh... You’re not candy! Ugh, what a let-down.” 

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greendreambro 

How Bowser had managed the element of stealth with his massive footfalls would remain a mystery for the rest of time. Somehow, he had managed to push himself right behind Luigi, and with a fierce tug by the plumber’s overall straps, he pulled the poor guy up into the air and turned him so they were face to face. Truly frustrated, he skipped his games simply to achieve his motive. 

“WHERE’S MARIO!?”

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watcherofstars

“Hey!... Your old lady pout just reminded me of something!” The cosmic guide had likely been glaring at him for quite literally snatching a star bit from her hand and eating it. However, Rosalina’s death-stare prompted buried memories in him rather than detour him from staying beside her.. “... Have you seen my blitty around. What was his name?... Dorky? Dopey... Doofus! You seen Doofus!?”