A puff of steam. Soft and silver steam. Pearly. Then, among the thick fog, a well-known and beloved figure:Princess Peach. Only she didn't emanated the familiar fruity scent, around her didn't hover an aura of benevolence, Ты could not feel the tenderness of her being.On the contrary, a scent of wild Розы and berries, a look completely devoid of warmth, cold as a stalactite of ice. And a hard expression, frowning, as offended by something great, beyond any disappointment.
The King of the Koopa skipped by leaps and bounds, in that suspended atmosphere so glacial and gloomy. His body, however, produced a lot of golden light, and his face seemed rejuvenated of 15 years. He had never had such joyful and naive expression.As soon as he saw Peach, his smile widened blissful in this kid's face. He tried to embrace her but she pushed him away with incredible force."I've never met anyone slicker than you."
There was unknown acrimony in that velvet voice.
Joy died in Bowser.Peach narrowed her eyes. Now she looked him like a gendarme looks at a condemned man.
She started going around him like famished wolf.
"Do Ты expect the gentle, stupid, defenseless girl? Too bad I was never that."
Bowser didn't understand where this argument would ward.Peach went on. He kept looking at her. "You have no idea why for all these years, I have never rebelled against Ты that much, while I was transported to your castle?"
Bowser looked down. With an angry snap, персик grabbed him by the ruby-colored tufts, forcing him to keep his gaze fixed on her. She had a terrifying force.
"Look at me, dreamer!" Was it an impression of Bowser, или Peach's blue sky irises were darkening ?
"Yeah, you're a dreamer-assed. One who never noticed that his beauty teases him since the beginning.Do Ты know I really, really enjoyed to rove about the castle?"Bowser seemed forlorn by the sudden Peach's turnabout .
He sighed deterred.
"Let me know..why was so much fun for Ты .. doing it?"
Peach, to seeing him so dejected, broke out into a laughter half way between the one of Fawful and that of Cackletta. A creepy laughter.
"But because it allowed me to send useful items to Mario and Luigi, to find every secret corner, hidden underground and so on and so forth!"
Bowser opened his eyes wide.
"You haven't figured out yet, eternal thwarted? I have used Ты the whole time! I turned over the omelet to my advantage!"
On hearing this comparison with food, Bowser came to mind, with a shudder of revulsion, the crowds Fawful.
It was frightened when he saw Peach's pretty dress becoming covered in skulls.
персик proceeded relentlessly. In her hands appeared from nowhere a spear pointed like a лопата .
She stuck it in Bowser. She wanted to suck away the Любовь he had for her.
"Who could Любовь you, apart from some streetwalker? или that crazy Starlow? Ты don't know to distinguish the true Любовь from the obsession, you're able lying to a son about the maternal identity and neglecting the others in favor of that looks like Ты more!
The blood gushed from Bowser's heart. Now персик was entirely changed, dark Цвета and as clothing details, symbols of death.
персик suddenly removed the blade from the flesh of the Royal Koopa. He turned to one side looking at him with severity.
"Do me a favor, loser. Pen in your замок and do not come caught in my kingdom,no more. Otherwise .." -At that moment popped out of nowhere a Dry Bones-Peach suddenly grabbed him by the neck vertebrae and broke them in half. After a while the Koopa pulled himself together badly and ran away in fear.
"... I will know how to throw Ты underground prematurely. Let's just say that a lava flow would not be bad .. Do Ты remember your background as Dry Bowser?" Having сказал(-а) this ...
The night ran in a quiet mood in the King room. But abundant sweat beaded Bowser's skin and hair.
"Only a dream .. персик is still my lady ..."
He got out of постель, кровати to get a breath of fresh air. A noise at his feet. One half of the lamp with the image of the princess was lying sheared in half, with dyed red eyes and a large skull in her hands.