Chapter 1: Chapter 0: Introductory
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It has been a long day today. Evil plans, broke into Woohoo, Mario and Luigi, PEASLEY in general. Cackletta and Fawful were ready to head to bed and sleep. However the trip home is a bit long, even with the floating chair of doom and despair, and the headgear of fury, they can only go home so fast.
Fawful, though silent until now, decides to strike up a conversation. “...O Great Cackletta… I have tiredness…” Cackletta isn't quick to respond, she seemed husky today. Fatigued out of her mind from all the red caps and green caps and the one time there was a yellow one who refused to die, its been a LONG day… finally Cackletta responds, “...I'm tired too, Fawful. Only thirty minutes left until we get to our evil base of operations, Fawful…” Fawful is slightly discomforted. The shortness is recognizable as Cackletta's temper, yet the evil energy that always crackles in her voice is deafeningly absent.
This weakness is why Fawful believes that he can surpass Cackletta one day, but this is truly a peak in her weakness, as though heightened. Cackletta has never been like this, even in her weakest moments. Even when dying, Cackletta has always had a menacing…
Dying?
How would Fawful know that? Fawful hasn't seen Cackletta die. Yet he knows her soul to be purple, he knows that she will possess Bowser afterward to continue living. He has no clue of this at all, but he knows. He has nothing to work off of, nothing to build this up, he just knows.
Fawful is so baffled by this illogical assumption that he almost fell when landing at the evil base. Cackletta didn't even bat an eye, she's already inside, the door left open. So Fawful heads inside and takes off his headgear. Passing Cackletta's room on the way, he notices she's already asleep. Likely will be for a while, at least he'd be up way earlier than she would. Fawful makes it to his room, feeling tired and ultimately worn out from all this thinking and scheming. He climbs in bed, and passes out.
Chapter 2: Reality at an 82° angle
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Creator notes: This is where the fun begins
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Day 1
Fawful wakes up with a start, the dream he had startling him awake. For a moment, he processes, and then he bursts out into a chortle, “Hah! Cackletta would never dare do that to their most best pupil Fawful, who is I! Her greatness would be bested easily anyway! I don't have weakness!” His chortles calm down into sighs, “M- maybe Fawful will have a foodstuffs this morning to calm t- this nervousness…” Fawful gets out of bed.
Immediately, there is something wrong. The carpet feels like it's on uneven ground, despite the hardwood being completely flat. There's probably a couple of bolts from that project Fawful was making a couple days ago.
Fawful walks out of his room, the hallway to the kitchen is dark, yet the light in the kitchen is on. Strange, as Cackletta usually sleeps until 7:32:04 A.M. Fawful might as well greet her with a smile. The ceiling creaks as Fawul enters the kitchen, seeing Cackletta, back turned to him.
“O Great Cackletta! What is the steamy cauldron of evil cooking up for today?” Fawful asks delightfully. When there is inevitably no response, Fawful approaches. Only to be quickly snatched, as she turned towards him, purple lightning flowing from her finger tips. Fawful couldn't do much, he's being held by his hood a ways off the ground and can't reach the floor. He didn't even get a turn, it wouldn't stop.
Day 1.
Fawful wakes up with a start. Another odd nightmare… he was dreaming inside a dream! How messed up is that?! He takes a deep breath, and gets up out of bed.
This time he took his headgear with him out of slight fear. He goes back to the kitchen, same hall, same light on, maybe everything is shifted a little more to the right, vase toppled over, some of Cackletta's potion ingredients mislabeled… there's a lot wrong, and this doesn't feel real.
Fawful flies with his headgear into the kitchen, “O- O Great Cackletta?” Cackletta is once again, strange, and it slowly turns around. Fawful backs away before it can attack him, and he gets a good look at it, its eyes a bright orange as opposed to the normal purple, with crud and foam flowing out of them, streaming down it's disfigured face. It attacks but Fawful dodges. With the motivation to not die, Fawful releases an energy orb from his headgear that goes through a portal straight into the thing's face. It goes down right after, caving in on itself as if it was only a shell, juice and purple gas spilling out.
Fawful takes a moment to process this, having gotten messy from the juice. It wasn't even blood, just some kind of black substance that was the consistency of a non-Newtonian fluid. The gas is thick, yet he could easily breathe it. It stung, must be toxic, he shouldn't be breathing it. He should get this washed off, but he has the sinking feeling that it wouldn't matter. Despite this, Fawful heads to the washroom to at least clean off his hands. Scrubbing it off was almost impossible, it hurt in a strange way as well, it felt like splinters the size of corn kernels.
The liquid just didn't come off. Fawful was almost in a trance trying to cleanse himself. Trying to ignore the teleporting energy balls his headgear released earlier, that were a dredge occult purple, with a sinister power. Fawful didn't code the headgear to do something like that, his were less powerful and a limabean green. Can this liquid just get off?? He's getting frustrated. He'd probably blast the next thing he sees into oblivion like an unshaken bottle of ketchup.
Then, in the glare of the mirror, like some sick magic, he catches a glance at the door and… he swears. That for a moment. If only for a few seconds. He saw Cackletta pass the doorway to the kitchen.
Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Walpurgisnacht
Notes:
Creator notes: To anyone who recognizes what the title means uhhh no no no you don't you can't possibly because thats a reference to an anime AND a Project Moon game and the name actually ISN'T clever (Or is it?) Also I may have lied I think(?) Relying on my publisher to update tags to whatever kind of horror this is (I'm stumped I. Have no clue (WHATS THE HORROR TYPE OF WHEN THE WALLS ARE MOVING AND STUFF???)) Also I'm sorry I didn't write a chapter in so long only to give this little itty bitty chapter… actually no I'm not I'm doing this for my own horror story enjoyment.
Poster notes: I have no clue what type of horror that is sorry :p
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Day 1
Cackletta yawned. Last night was so tiresome. The morning is no better, Cackletta wants to go back to bed, but she has to wake up eventually. There's no avoiding her reality. Day something of nothing working out…
When Cackletta got up, she was hit with nausea as the room shifted around her. It swirled in her vision, appearing to turn while not actually moving. She tried to shake off the feeling, but her vision simply refused to be normal. She could hear the faint sound of water running, and the sound of the annoying ventilation system. There's already too much going on for her to keep up properly. So she slowly walked towards her bedroom door, and stumbled outside.
The hallway was dim, no lights on except for the bathroom light. Cackletta stumbled around, her legs moving uneven with the ground. It was incredibly uncomfortable, falling over a couple times. Though, in her mind there is one thing clear, she must get to their ideas room. For today, she will make the ULTIMATE evil scheme! It’ll be beautiful, it'll be her work of art! At least that's what she hopes… the past few plans have been… disappointing to say the least.
Finally, at the end of the long hallway, it felt like forever to get there. The door was being difficult, Cackletta had to fiddle with the knob so much, it liquidized before it could open. All that's left is a hole where the knob should be, an eerie orange light peeking through as the floor flowed against her knees. Huh, she never knew wood was a liquid. Nonetheless, there's no knob to hold her back from opening that door now. Except, now the door was a wall. With a peep hole. The air is getting heavy now, it seemed fine a second ago, but Cackletta's back hurts, her legs feel pricked, her arms can't move. She can hear slaps on the splinter water. She's waking up from her half awareness, the ceiling is melting, it's going to fall. Her legs are stuck in the floor. Her vision stained a slight orange, everything oozing as she realized she couldn't move.
That's when a malicious shock stung through her back, assaulting her senses. Finally she willed herself to move. Bumping herself into the door in front of her. The orangeness in her vision fading as the world around her suddenly felt real again. The door's wood is hard, the knob still metal. It feels like there's needles in her head. She stumbled, hearing a crack as she fell. And in her vision right above her, she sees her familiar, four-eyed toady…
“FAWWFUUULL!!!”
“C- CACKLETTA?!”