I've wanted to get back into this, but I wanted to do it in a special pattern. I feared that I might not have a lot of time, but then again, this project of mine is nothing too big. What I'm referring to is the final story to the Cycle of Disorder trilogy, in which three of the Marioverse's popular villains have a little misadventure together in which they believed to be working together to rule the world.
Led by Dimentio after his desire to sell his "implied perfume," Demented, to the masses, he meets Doopliss and Fawful and coerces them to join him in his quest to conquer all dimensions while selling his perfume brand at the same time. The preceding stories are Demented and Slick, in that order, which star Dimentio and Doopliss as the main characters respectively. You can guess what this one is and who the main star is this time.
Anyway, just for a refresher, the timeline is set during Super Paper Mario and is pre-Mario and Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story. And if you hadn't noticed the pattern by now, this story has been published the same date as Slick, just one year later. That's all…
So now, please enjoy…
"I HAVE CHORTLES!"
The squeaking, high-pitched, maniacal laughter echoed within the dimly lighted corridors of his packed hideaway within the dank sewers underneath Princess Peach's Castle. Dressed in new red robes that covered his entire small body, along with a black suit underneath, Fawful laughed insanely as his latest experiment had come to successful fruition.
"Lord Fawful!" a gruff, slovenly voice bellowed, stomping into his quarters. "What have you made?"
"The time of reckoningness has finally come to Fawful with the speed of ants scurrying into their anthill of storage with tasty snack crumbs, Midbus!" Fawful declared, holding up a small vial of vile purple substance in his tiny hand. The pink, portly warthog with the armadillo shell looked upon Fawful's vial with bewildered curiosity. "Fawful had given birth to a new weapon that will help with the conquering of all dimensions." The little Beanish scientist examined his greatest creation with much awe and adoration. "Fawful will name you… the Blorbs! I HAVE CHORTLES!"
"Why do you have chortles?" Midbus inquired unwittingly. Fawful ceased his laughter, glancing at his newest minion with that insanely wide grin on his face.
"Chortles is the delicious desert after finishing a large turkey feast of hard work," Fawful sighed at Midbus' stupidity. "Fawful knows that you are new to the business of badness and villainy. Fawful handpicked you out of the many stupid beasts in the wild that are stupid to be Fawful's lackey of brutish strength. But it was thanks to the grossness and large size of Midbus that Fawful has inspiration upon the first meeting!" Fawful began trembling out of excitement, showing off the vial that contained the Blorbs. "And inspiration was the secret ingredient that concocted the perfected stew that is the Blorbs! Furururu…"
"Ah ha ha! Yes, bravo indeed, Fawful!" a haunting, playful voice sang out of nowhere, the creepy tune resonating within the hidden sewers. Fawful immediately stiffened, his grin suddenly dropping into a terrified whimper as he had come for him.
"What is going on?! Who spoke when none of our mouths moved?!" Midbus growled, looking around the dim room and detecting no new presence aside from himself and Lord Fawful.
"And you've hired a new hand to help my cause? My goodness, Fawful! My expectations for you have grown like a beautiful blood-red rose sprouting eye-catching thorns!" the voice remarked lightheartedly. A small space within the air suddenly became distorted as a dimensional square emerged in a quick flash, revealing the hiding jester clad in a stylized purple and yellow poncho and hat. The comedy-mask-like face had a grin that held a deeper sinister meaning behind his playful façade, more dangerous than Fawful could hope to match with his own insanity.
"D-D-Dimentio!" Fawful stuttered, quickly scurrying in the same place before going into a bow. He remembered what that psychotic jester was capable of when they first met, and Fawful did not want his game to end just yet.
"That's Master Dimentio to you, minion," Dimentio corrected with a wag of his black-gloved finger.
"Who are you to make Lord Fawful cry like a baby?!" Midbus demanded, flexing his large arms at the indifferent jester floating in the air.
"Have the up shutting, Midbus," Fawful hissed in his whisper, straining to keep his round head low before Dimentio. Midbus scratched his head obnoxiously, unaware of the greater power the mischievous jester hovering above him had in comparison to both his and Fawful's own strength.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha! There's no need to apologize for your pet pig since I am the guest, after all," Dimentio laughed, flipping his body in the air for his own amusement. "How rude of me to barge in to your… ahem… humble abode."
"This sewer of disgustingness underneath the castle of the princess that gets kidnapped a lot is not Fawful's abode of humble, Master Dimentio," Fawful clarified, a prideful nerve apparently struck and stung from the jester's last words. Dimentio smirked while Midbus looked even more irate at the jester toying with his Beanish boss. "Fawful's mistress of gone forever once told Fawful to use the necessary to survive, even if Fawful has to live among real fink-rats of sewer dwelling. Her words of lateness are the spices that give the sandwich of her and Fawful's desires for the complete control over kingdom the lip-moistening and trembling tastiness that give such zesty delight upon the inevitable ingestion. It is in the memory of her that Fawful was having the will to go on with the living and concoct the ingredients of the many formulas that are complex in order to give the fink-rat mustaches of red and green their just desserts of defeat. It is they and their hairy faces of hair that give Fawful much fury that steams his eyes of all-seeing, pounds the big teeth of white perfection, and burns his mind of brilliance in the overheated barbeque of vengeance. So much fury that Fawful has within the belly of achingness and hate for the stupid fink-rat mustaches that are stupid. It is the overheat of the fury of Fawful…" The delusional Bean took a deep breath from his unnecessarily long explanation, curiosity provoking Dimentio and Midbus to look at him closer on what was going on with him.
"Uh, Fawful? Are you ever sane enough to be called okay?"
"FAWFUL HAS FURY!!! FURURURU!"
Dimentio was literally blown away from the Bean's maniacal burst of furious gale while Midbus remained in place due to his great mass alone, his stony expression frozen in place. Fawful panted heavily and hunched over as though some sort of weight was on his back pressing down against his small body. Yet he still managed to keep a wide grin on his tired face that showed off his pearly white, large teeth.
"Yes, well I'm sure that we all have had the 'fury' for the heroes for far too long," Dimentio added as he floated back to his original space in the air before Fawful blew him away with his rant of rage. "Tell me, Fawful, what would you say if I can get your 'fink-rats of red and green' delivered onto you for the final strike?" The polished gleam of Fawful's swirling glasses lit up, his grin taking on a sinister mood.
"Fawful has the listening," Fawful chirped, looking up at the equally grinning jester.
"My, my, your beaming eagerness for destroying Mario is like a mother waiting for her child's first precious words."
"Fawful has no care for mothers or babies' words. Fawful has the wanting to know when he can be having the total annihilation of the stupid mustaches that I hate with m-m-much fury. Furururu…"
"Patience, brilliant Bean," Dimentio advised calmly, twirling a bell of his jester hat. "For now, we must reunite ourselves with our lone Duplighost sitting in the stands. Doopliss has been waiting some time now for our debut on stage, and it would be quite rude if we missed our cue." He was about to float off, but had suddenly stopped and turned back around to face Fawful and Midbus; more specifically, the latter. "But I'm afraid that your pet pig cannot enjoy the show."
"What show? I hate shows! Shows are boring!" Midbus grunted, pounding his exposed pink chest feverishly.
"Fawful?" Dimentio sung in a jocular tune.
"Fawful has the sorries of frustrations," Fawful sighed, facing the irate warthog. "I have remorse. Fawful is sorry, Midbus, but Master Dimentio would not be wanting yourself in his team of evilness and dimension conquering."
"There's no 'I' in team," Midbus huffed, sort of calming down. "Why is there 'me' in team?"
"You are not having the sense of common. You are blathering with aimlessness with the repetitive nonsense of a fairy companion that is doing more of the annoying harm than help for the hero."
"What is sense of common? I have no sense, Lord Fawful. This is confusing."
"…"
"I think I will leave you two alone and sort out your own problems of sense," Dimentio spoke out within the awkward moment, baring a grin that struggled to keep shut his laughter over the meaningless conflict between Fawful and Midbus. "Just holler out for me once you're done. Remember that now until we attain the Chaos Heart together, you'll be moving in with me and Doopliss at Castle Bleck, right under the Count's nonexistent nose as we work behind the scenes and create such beautiful, chaotic twists to the story. Ciao!" With a brief snap of his fingers, Dimentio warped right out of the room with a lingering ringing of dimensional distortion dissipating from the space where he once was.
"Lord Fawful, that guy is demented," Midbus commented. Fawful shook his head and sighed again as he prepared to pack up his latest projects, which included the Blorbs and a newly rebuilt and modified Headgear, onto his specially created floatation platform for once he began the dimension conquering with Dimentio and Doopliss.
"I have headaches…"
Fawful's Engrish speeches are so much fun to write. I guess I pretty much like writing characters with interesting speech patterns, unique quirks, integral roles to the main story, and possible awesome theme songs and voices. I guess that would explain why I wanted Dimentio, Fawful, and Doopliss all in one story. While Dimentio and Fawful have rather awesome themes and vivid, amusing characterizations of their twisted personalities as they play as main villains, Doopliss is there for comedic effort due to his ability to transform and his own self-serving quirks.
Anyway, here's a bit of warning before we continue. The next chapter and epilogue will contain possible spoilers for both Super Paper Mario and Bowser's Insider Story, so unless you know what they're about and/or played them, then you'll have nothing to worry about. I know this chapter might have some possible spoilers, but just deal with it for now. This trilogy was made for fun and I intend to try to finish what I've started years back when I started out.
I hope you will find time to review this chapter. What are your thoughts or concerns about it?
Ciao!