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Bio:  Suicide Mouse.avi is a supposed “Lost” Disney Cartoon believed by many to be cursed. The Video contains a character resembling Mickey Mouse walking across a city while what appears to a public suicide is heard. Many believe that those that fully watch it go insane and eventually commit suicide.

Powers/Weapons: The video of Suicide Mouse is believed to make any person, sane or not, to lose it and commit Suicide. Though he is suicidal, it does not stop him from harming his opponents.


*Mallet: Suicide Mouse hits his opponent with a mallet.

*Hand Gun: Suicide Mouse does the Finger gun gesture and puts his hand to his head. He then brings his thumb down, causing a bullet to fire out.

*Suicide Bomber: Suicide Mouse pulls out a cartoon bomb and stands there before the bomb blows up. He will be knocked down, but will not take damage.

*Pie: Suicide Mouse throws a pie in the opponent’s face.

*Slip up: Suicide Mouse slips on a banana peel and falls on the ground.

*Mouse Trap: Suicide Mouse puts either a mouse trap on the floor that will trigger when an opponent touches it.

*Cartoony Jump: Suicide Mouse’s teleport where he jumps in the air to the other side.

*Throw: Suicide Mouse sends out a Pink Elephant from Dumbo which attacks the opponent.

*Reverse Throw: Suicide Mouse hangs his opponent with a noose before shooting them with a cap gun.

Special Move:

*Poison: Suicide Mouse drinks a bottle of poison and for a limited time, he will become more powerful based on how much damage he takes.

Creepy Finishers:  

* SuicideMouse.avi: Suicide Mouse walks continuously across the screen as the picture becomes more distorted. Eventually there is nothing but static until an image of the opponent flashes, showing that they have committed suicide in different ways (for example, Sally grabs a rock and hits herself in the head until her skull cracks, Arcade first cuts herself over her heart with a knife and then she cuts open her wrist, Ben drowns himself in a pool that came out of nowhere, Miyuki puts a gun on her head and pulls the trigger, before saying "Sorry, Takeo-kun...").

*Classic Gag: Suicide Mouse stands there before a safe falls on the opponent, crushing them. He then opens the safe, reveling the opponent’s crushed body parts as he smiles morbidly.  

Friendship: A Steering Wheel appears and he spins it while singing the theme from Steamboat Willie.

Intro Pose: Suicide Mouse walks in, looks at his opponent then sighs sadly.

Winning Pose: Suicide Mouse looks at the ground, depressed.

Victory Pose: Suicide Mouse walks away sadly.

Winning Quotes:

*"Don't be so whiny! That's MY deal."

*”True suffering is never known…”

Arcade Intro:

Suicide Mouse felt that he had no use on Earth. He had no Family, no friends, nothing. His only purpose in life was to spread misery, never to feel a glimpse of happiness. He was about to end his life when he heard about a god that was gathering people to fight and the winner would get their wish granted. Perhaps now the creature who never experienced happiness could finally feel it.


After defeating Mr. Creepypasta,  Suicide Mouse was transported to some unknown place. There, he meet a weird being known as “Red Mist Squidward”.  Like Suicide Mouse, Squidward felt he had no purpose in life after a concert went horribly wrong. Suicide Mouse understood his feelings, and together the two got rid of their suicidal thoughts and became good friends. For the first time in his life, Suicide Mouse finally known what happiness felt like.

The entry for one of the saddest and most depressing Pasta characters, Suicide Mouse.




*Many of his attacks are based on classic slapstick humor.


*A Pink Eleohant from Dumbo appears as one of his attacks. Actually, wouldn’t that be a good idea for a Creepypasta?


*Suicide Squidward, aka Red Mist Squidward, appears in his ending.

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A Bright Road
(Part 52 of the Final Stand)
(Part 3 of the Battle for Fantasia Trilogy)

“It never came up again.” Embyr noted.

Arching an eyebrow, Sterling turned from polishing his sword to meet the dragon’s eyes.

“What never came up again?” he asked.

“What I said, three days ago,” she prompted “after Death died.”

“Refresh my memory.” The human encouraged – though he knew where the conversation was heading. It was a subject that wrought his mind with anxiety, and yet simultaneously filled him with the warmth of anticipation.

“I said I loved you.” Embyr confessed, leaning back against one of the forest’s towering evergreens. She gestured openhandedly to the knight, waiting for him to make the next move.

Sterling was quiet, taking a long moment to think. Blushing, the dragon misinterpreted the silence as a sign of no mutual feeling.

“We can always blame it on the fight?” she offered. “Perhaps I was too overwhelmed by the battle? Or maybe, in my transformed state, I was… confused? I thought you were someone else?”

“You weren’t.” Sterling returned bluntly – though the words flowed from a smile, not a scowl.

“We’ve been friends for two or three years.” He recalled, casually sheathing his weapon and leaning back against a large boulder. His mind was plagued with worry, with indecision – but when he spoke the words seemed to flow easily, like they were the only natural thing to say.

“Over those months I have seen things no human has ever seen – experienced wonders most can’t even imagine. You saved my life a hundred times – and, together, we saved the entire world.

“I don’t know what I thought of you when we first met – maybe that we were just friends and that it would always be that way? But at some point – I don’t know or care when – that changed, and now I understand that that isn’t possible.”

“Why?” Embyr asked, almost demanded. The single word carried the strength of a thousand, charging the lone syllable with confusion, pain, and loss.

“Because we’re more than that.” Sterling said simply, banishing the dragon’s negative emotion in an instant. “We’re been through too much to just be friends. I knew almost six months ago that I had feelings for you – but, needless to say, I didn’t find it appropriate to say so.

“It was only after you made the first move that I realized it didn’t matter that I was human, and you were a dragon. You are you – and it doesn’t matter if that you is human, dragon, kobold, or dark elf. What matters is that you are Embyr.

“Though,” he noted, somewhat embarrassed “you being a dragon certainly makes things more… challenging. It would be difficult to just get married and live out the rest of my life – among other things, of course.”

“Marriage is virtually non-existent in dragon society.” Embyr observed. “Perhaps it would be better if, for the sake of convenience, we go by my adopted kind’s customs? We’ll just be… mates. It isn’t as powerful or binding as marriage, and carries no moral ramifications – though I won’t let you hang out with the girls in the Stonebridge bar, either.”

“Mates, then?” Sterling said, smiling at the ironic term, given their physical differences.

Silence held for a long moment – but it was not an awkward or disappointed silence, but a time where they could reflect on and enjoy the road their lives were walking. The quiet in the glade held until, at length, the sound of wing beats overhead drew their attention skyward.

Almost angelic against the morning sun, Blaze settled softly to the earth. Brushing invisible dirt from her arms she approached the pair, her grin almost as wide as their own.

“Where have you been?” Sterling demanded mockingly. It was only when he took a moment to assess the question that he realized he hadn’t seen the Dragon Queen in several days – since she had called them to the Council, in fact.

“I’ve been busy.” She assured him. “I wasn’t once the spokesman of the Dragon Council for nothing. I still have diplomatic ties to several different bands across the region – and, with the state they were in before our battle with the Nether, I thought it fitting that I check up on them now that our own fight is finished.”

“And what did you find?” Embyr asked.

“Before the horsemen fell, the whole world was plagued with famine, war, conquest, and death. But, after the battle, everything just seemed to… well… end. Diseases on people and crops vanished, wars that had raged for decades seemed to just fall apart peacefully, and old enemies suddenly became friends. The dwarves that forged my first sword, for example, had been fighting over tribal rights for centuries – now, they’ve signed peace treaties and are working together for the first time since my weapon was made.

“I hear,” she went on, winking at the human “that Surris has even started drawing its war in the east to a close. You’ll be getting a new surge of veterans in Stonebridge, before long.”

“Which means I need to go home.” He said, rising and brushing dirt and snow from his tunic. “It has been a long time since I left.”

“Well, feel free to come back and visit us.” Blaze offered. “You will be missed.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something else to eat.” Sterling chuckled.

“Unfortunately,” the Dragon Queen sighed, truly appearing sorrowful “we’ve started to… reassess the current diplomatic relations with the humans. You’ve proven… resourceful, and certainly helpful, in the war with the Nether. We can only assume the rest of your kind has something to offer. As a result, we’ve decided to place more weighted restrictions on human hunting.

“So, in response to your statement, no: I don’t think I’ll be fining something else to eat. Humans are far more protected now – and we certainly won’t turn on the kobolds or the drow, after their part in the fight.”

Sterling couldn’t suppress the overwhelming relief – and Blaze noticed. Her muzzle wrinkled in a scowl and she shook a finger warningly.

“Your kind isn’t off the menu yet – so don’t get overconfident.” She chided.

“Well… I’m confident Tyus could work certain non-fatal arrangements with some of you, if you’re interested?” the knight offered. “Embyr and Crystal can vogue for me when I said he is far less… defensive than I am.”

“Again,” Blaze sighed “I’m to be disappointed. You aren’t the only one leaving: Tyus is heading out, too. I don’t know when or if he will be back.”

“Why the sudden departure?” the human asked, surprised.

“Tyus has been through more suffering than any of us.” Blaze explained, her voice wise and sympathetic. “He lost his brother and three of his sisters in the battle. That was virtually all the family he had – and now they’re gone. But, as rumor goes, he has one sister that is still alive – alive, but separated from the rest of his family. It is just speculation, but his trip may be less about distancing himself from the battlefield and more about finding his last remaining sibling.”

“And he’s leaving now? He certainly hasn’t healed yet…”

“The kobolds brought their elixirs with them.” The dragon recalled. “And he has used them far from sparingly. He isn’t back to one-hundred-percent, but he is strong enough to travel – and this is the best time, too, while the memories are still fresh and the wounds still sting a bit. They remind him why he is going.”

“I take it Silver is going with him?” the human asked.

“Actually,” the Dragon Queen said with a chuckle “Silver has found certain… distractions here. I don’t think he’ll be leaving for some time.”

“So Tyus is going alone?” he asked. The prospect was a painful one; had he not been separated from his own family for nearly a year, Sterling would have gladly volunteered to go with him.

“Drow aren’t like humans.” Blaze observed. “They are, by their very nature, solitary creatures.

“But,” she added “Tyus isn’t a real drow, is he? He has quite a bit of dragon blood in him – and dragons, from time to time, need someone other than themselves. It is only fitting that two dragons are going with him.”

“I’m assuming the first is Kerugarn?” the Knight guessed, receiving a nod.

“And the second? Certainly not you – not so soon after the war?”

“Not me,” the violet dragon agreed. “I have far too much to do. But I have given Onyx leave from the Council – temporarily, at any rate. With luck, she will have enough time to see the elf’s journey to its end.”

“Onyx?” Sterling asked, dumbfounded.

In looking back at his magical mentor, the human realized just how unlikely she was to help… anyone. She had taken a liking to Sterling, it was true, but he always saw the gesture as more a reflection of pride than genuine compassion.

But, then again, it certainly wasn’t the first time in his life Sterling’s conclusions had been far from the truth.

“It seems,” the Dragon Queen explained “that they have become… close, since the fall of the Beast – no offense, of course, Embyr.”

The black dragon took the comment in stride and nodded acceptingly.

“She watched over him after he was moved from his sister’s camp, and was with him when Yer’a and Trel’a passed. She has taken quite an interest in the drow – and, being half dragon, it may prove more than just friendly, in their time on the road.”

“Really?” Embyr asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, then, I suppose I’ll have to have a long chat with Onyx when she gets back? I’m sure she can give me some tips…”

Sterling blushed, and both dragons burst into laughter.

* * * * *

“This may be goodbye.” Sterling said sadly.

Tyus looked up long enough to nod forlornly before turning back to his bags. His horse – which creature that hardly looked like a horse at all, with a sinister obsidian-black coat, a pair of flaming red eyes, and a set of very not-horse-like fangs – stood passively as he tightened the last of the ropes securing his pack to its back – though, perhaps through the youth’s imagination, it seemed as though the monstrous mount was carefully judging him during his approach.

But whatever the animal thought of him, it seemed satisfactory enough to allow the human to approach its master. Alongside the elf, the swordsman helped survey and check that all of the assassin’s belongings were in order.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?” he asked when Tyus stepped back, satisfied.

“There is no way of knowing.” The dark elf admitted. “I don’t think Trel’a expected me to have to find our sister. The note she gave me was hastily written – it just wishes me luck, and directs me to a contact in the port of Sheldis.

“I hope it is in your lifetime.” He added, far from optimistically. “For all I know, I could be wandering the world for another two centuries before I find Twi’zari.”

“Well, then,” Sterling said, extended his hand to the elf “let’s hope it doesn’t take so long. Good luck.”

The dark elf took the human’s hand and shook it, matching Sterling’s grin.

“I hope I won’t need it – but thanks.” He said gratefully.

Pulling back, Tyus swung a leg over the nightmare’s back, using the momentum to pull himself onto his steed. He winced visibly as the movement strained his healing wounds; but, quickly, his facial features calmed, and he was his old self again. And it was with a hopeful smirk that he turned to the first of his companions.

“Are you both ready to go?” he asked.

From an equally sinister mount at the elf’s left, Kerugarn gave a toothy grin and dipped his head.

“It is nice to feel the surface world again.” He observed, flexing his fingers around his reins. “You should thank you mother for letting me join you.”

“I will – with the return of her daughter.” Tyus promised.

“Thanks for the horse, by the way.” He added, turning to the tallest member of his party.

Abandoning her smaller form, Onyx stood eagerly beside the pair. She winked down at the elf, a twinkle in her eye – one that would have intimidated most mortal creatures, but that only seemed to offer encouragement to the assassin.

“Minor summoning magic,” she muttered, waving humbly. “They’ll get you where you need to go – even if they can’t outrun a dragon.”

“I think that is a challenge?” Tyus boasted, snapping his reins and sending his steed into a full gallop into the tree line. Kerugarn was close behind him, his own nightmare puffing angry bursts of smoke in its wake.

“Elves are so proud.” Onyx said with a sigh, turning back to Sterling. “He doesn’t realize that, even if I did summon something a bit more competitive, I could just un-summon it just as quickly.”

“Now the question is what you’ll do when you catch him?” the swordsman chuckled.

The dragon reached down and scratched the top of the boy’s head with one knuckle, almost like a sibling would. In that gesture, the knight came to question whether or not she truly was the dark, merciless magi she claimed to be; but it was a question that, for the time being, would go unanswered.

“Try not to get yourself killed while I’m gone.” She advised.

“Same to you.” Sterling returned evenly.

With a wave Onyx spread her wings and, after two or three experimental beats, took to the air. In moments she was gone, disappearing in a rush of wind above the forest canopy.

As the forest stilled, Sterling came to a sudden realization. In a most ironic epiphany, he recognized dragon’s departure seemed to make his life a little darker.

But, in turning to regard the assembly of drow, dragons, and kobolds that stood in silent farewell to Tyus, the human realized that his life’s road was already a bright, sunny place. Perhaps the assassin needed a bit more light in his own existence – and if anyone could provide that glow, it was Onyx.

Turning back one last time to the mysterious depths of the forest, Sterling raised a hand to the elf’s back.

“See you around, Tyus.” He whispered. “Perhaps, before my life is finished, we’ll meet again?”

And as the swordsman returned to the welcoming arms of the Dragon Council, he hardly knew just how much time he had left.
This is the third ‘book’ in my trilogy, the Battle for Fantasia.
The start of the series can be found here: [link]
Book 1, the Trial, can be found here: [link]
Book 2, Shadowdale, can be found here: [link]
The start of Book 3, The Final Stand, can be found here: [link]

I update the stories regularly with an addition-a-day in most cases. I also am very lenient with tags; the ‘giantess’ tag refers to an anthro dragoness just as the ‘dragon’ tag refers to an anthro. Forgive misconceptions. Likewise I tag elements that pertain to the story as a whole; the ‘vore’ tag implies there is indeed vore throughout the story, but not necessarily in the specific chapter. Feel free to ask me about certain plot points if you are interested in skipping them, or interested in reading only the subject in question.
Grammar/Spelling edited by :icondragonblade318:
Artwork by the talented :iconrubygirl14:

This could set the stage for a fourth book, should I have the time to write it - one that, some of you will happily note, will feature both Tyus and Sterling as main characters, each as their primary protagonist in his respective storyline. While I am on the subject, I will also ask if (assuming my habit or irregular submissions occurs) you guys want me to write a fourth book? Think on it, and let me know - your opinions are vital to the continuation of the series.
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   It started out as an innocent summer Friday night in the residence of the Write family,but started to get weirder and weirder as night started falling.But I had to tell you THAT story to tell you THIS story.

   "Kelly! Can you come down here for a second?," Called Kelly's mom from the front door.Kelly,our main character,is a loving,16 year-old girl with a catch: she had the power to shrink anything,but had to keep it a secret from her parents.
   "Can you watch Emily while we're out at the movies.We're going to see '12 Rounds'!," the father said cheerfully.Emily,our second main character,is a carefree,10 year old who sees Kelly as a role model,but also doesn't know her power.
   The mother said,"We'll be home at about 11:30,so don't let her stay up too late.She already ate and took a bath so you don't have to worry about that.Be good,and don't watch 'South Park'!," and left."Well,they're gone," Kelly thought,"...and if Emily thinks i'm so cool,I wonder...".
   "Emily! Come down here,I wanna show you something!" she called from the living room.Emily came down the stairs thinking,"Wow,she wants to tell ME smething? I just KNOW it's gonna be cool!"
   "Now,Emily," she started,"this might spook you,but don't worry.It's not gonna hurt," then she waved her hand across Emily's face."What's going o--," Emily was then stopped by a strange feeling.All of a sudden,everything had gotten bigger.Oh Noes! Emily had been gettin SMALLER!.
   Smaller and smaller she got.She was getting to 4 ft.,3 ft.,2 ft.,1 ft.,until she had gotten only to a measly 4 in.! Emily has now gotten to be staring at Kelly's ankles!
   "Kelly,I'm scared.What just happened?," Emily asked in a nervous voice."Aw,you look so cute when you're small.Don't worry.I shrunk you.That's all.," Kelly said as she pet Emily with her soft,bare foot to calm her down."There.You like that?"
   "Yeah," Emily said with a calming smile on her face."That feels soft"."Well," Kelly started,"Since we have some more time until your bedtime,what would you like to do?" Emily took a moment to think."How about 'Look For It'?,"."Okay.Try to find something green,round,and solid." Emily agreed. "Got it!"
   After 2 minutes of trying to find it,Emily then thought that it would be in the couch.When she got to the couch she went in between the cushions.She couldn't find the object,it was dark,and it was getting hot so she wanted to get out,but something was wrong.It was so dark,SHE COULDN"T FIND THE WAY OUT!
   She was losing air.She started to hyperventilate.She needed Kelly to help her.She kept calling and calling for her,but it wasn't helping,but then she let out her biggest scream yet and heard Kelly coming to help her!
   She looked under and around the couch the pulled one cushion off and SHE WAS SAVED! SHE FOUND HER!
   She picked Emily up and hugged her up to her chest as Emily gasped for her 1st breath of air.She was just so happy to be alive,she started to cry tears of joy."Shh,Emily. Don't cry.You're going to be alright," Kelly said soothingly."Thank you for saving me,Kelly.I knew you were the greatest sister ever"."Why don't we go watch TV." "OK."
   After watching 25 minutes of TV,Emily started to fall asleep,so Kelly picked her up and put her a her feet for comfort."Good Night,lil' sis," Kelly said,and gave Emily a soft foot hug to help her fall asleep in comfort.Until morning,this would be the greatest night ever thanks to the greatest sister ever.


A giantess story. Don't you wish SHE was your sister?
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Steal a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man

My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end don't judge me nice

Bless me with your gift of light
Righteous cause on judgment night
Feel the sorrow the light has swallowed
Feel the freedom like no tomorrow

Stepping forth a cure for soul's demise
Reap the tears of the victim's cries
Yearning more to hear the suffer of a
Of a demon as I put it under

Killed before, a time to kill them all
Passed down the righteous law
Serve a justice that dwells in me
Lifeless corpse as far as the eye can see

The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see

(Clean Voice )

Bless me with the
Leaf off of the tree
On it I see
The freedom reign

We are falling
The light is calling
Tears inside me
Calm me down

Midnight calling
Mist of resolving
Crown me, with the
Pure green leaf

Praise to my father
Blessed by the water
Black night, dark sky
The devil's cry

Bless me with the
Leaf off of the tree
On it I see
The freedom reign

We are falling
The light is calling
Tears inside me
Calm me down

Midnight calling
Mist of resolving
Crown me, with the
Pure green leaf

Bless me with the
Leaf off of the tree
On it I see
The freedom reign

Praise to my father
Blessed by the water
Black night, dark sky
The devil's cry

(Demonic lyrics under clean voice)

Life of vengeance, a passive test
Until the grave I will rest
Engage the pressure until it crumbles
The existence of the lifeless black souls

Onward to the sacred battlefield
Where justification and limits are revealed
Tools of steel in rage they conquer
Weed out the killing of victim's stalker

The powers proven to end the madness
Upon I take it to end the savage
The rays of light a truth of meaning
To my father the blood is pleading

A justice rage for all to feel
With innocent cries and hatred squeals
The gore of evil seems to satisfy
When slain an maimed and pacified

My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end the judgment night

Watch the footsteps but never follow
If you want to live tomorrow
Steel a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man
This is the official lyrics of my favorite song Devils Never

Cry =3

I love Devils Never Cry =D

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Phoenix sweated as he looked at the hotel door, nervous about meeting the witness on the other side. A young woman named April May had spotted him when he'd discovered Mia's dead body the day before, but according to Gumshoe the woman claimed to have seen Maya kill Mia. He wasn't sure if the woman was lying to cover for someone else, or if she simply wanted to be a witness in a murder trial, but either way he had to get to the bottom of this. Although he'd seen the woman the day before, he was in such a shock at the time from Mia's death that he couldn't remember what she'd looked like, only vaguely remembering the color pink...

Finally getting his nerve up, Phoenix knocked on the door and waited. Shortly afterwards he heard the sound of a chair scooting back, followed by a grunt, and several seconds later he heard the latch of the door unlocking.

"Well! Hello there handsome!" A soft voice greeted as the door opened.

Phoenix opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out when the woman behind the door came into view. The young pink haired woman was about a head shorter than Phoenix, but more noticeable than that, she was huge! The first thing Phoenix noticed when he looked at the woman was her massive stomach, which was divided into two rolls, the upper roll hung past where her belly button would have been (having long since been engulfed between the two rolls) and the lower roll hung down to just above her knees. April May's top didn't quite contain her upper belly roll, leaving most of her giant paunch visible, although it blended with her pink attire rather well. The next thing Phoenix noticed was her cleavage, which her top left quite a bit of. Each of her breasts were the size of her head, and her top visibly strained to keep them contained. Her chunky cellulite-ridden thighs weren't much compared to the rest of her body, but each was still quite large, the circumference of each over two-thirds that of Phoenix's body.

"Umm... hi." Phoenix finally blurted out. "Smooth, Wright, real smooth." He thought to himself.

"You're the lawyer, aren't you?" April said, double chin bobbing up and down with every word. "The detective told me... He said "Don't say nothing to that lawyer, pal!" Tee hee!"

April May then turned to walk back into her room, having a bit of trouble turning around in the narrow hallway at the front door. As she turned, Phoenix noticed that she was actually wearing a rather short skirt, which hadn't been visible from the front due to being completely covered by her belly. Her skirt only went partially over her butt, leaving the bottom of her cheeks mostly visible, only partially covered by a pair of pink underwear that was meant for a butt several sizes smaller than hers. Phoenix watched as her cheeks bounced up and down with her every step, a bit grossed out by what he saw.

"Gee, this is just like something out of a movie!" She said as she waddled back towards her chair. Half of a rather large pink cake sat atop the table, as well as two wine glasses.

"It's all so exciting! I can hardly contain myself!"

April May slowly lowered herself back into her chair, which was several sizes too small for her. The owner of the hotel clearly hadn't anticipated guests the size of April May when they'd purchased the furniture.

"That poor, poor chair..." Phoenix thought.

Finally able to force herself into her seat, April May began to devour the cake, paying no attention to Phoenix. Her large belly sat atop her lap, pushing into the table in front of her, as she shoved mouthful after mouthful into her multiply-chinned face. Phoenix was confused as to what she expected him to do, as she hadn't asked him to leave. Puzzled, he watched her eat cake for a bit before he began to look around the room, waiting for April May to say something. He admired a painting for a second, and then noticed a screwdriver sticking out out of a dresser drawer. "I wonder what's inside?" He thought. "Let's take a look."

As he reached for the drawer, he suddenly heard a muffled scream, causing him to jump back. He turned to April May, who had shouted with a mouth full of cake, and found her struggling to squeeze out of her chair. After a bit of struggling and grunting she managed to squeeze herself out of her seat, and than "ran" towards Phoenix Wright and bumped him with her belly. Although she'd been moving rather slowly, her size alone gave her enough force to knock Phoenix over. Her belly and breasts were jiggling wildly from the impact, but Phoenix was more focused on the crazed look on her face.

"What are you doing!?" She screamed. "No touching! Oooh. Bad boy!" She briefly paused, and then her normal, flirtatious look returned to her face.

"Y-you really shouldn't play around in other people's rooms, now." She said in a playful tone. "You wouldn't want to make me upset, would you?"

With that, April May waddled back to her seat and plopped down back into her chair, motioning for Phoenix to sit across from her so the two could talk.

"Upset!?" Phoenix thought. "I thought you were going to explode for a second there!" Lifting himself off the ground, Phoenix headed towards the table, where April May was once again stuffing her face...
A short story about April May, a character from the second case of the first Phoenix Wright game. I usually don't write alt universe stories where the character is just fat with no explanation, but I wanted to write an Ace Attorney story and couldn't think of a contrived reason for the character to gain weight. Oh well.
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Bio: Luigi mysteriously won a free mansion. When he arrived at the marked address, though, he discovered that it was haunted to the brim with ghosts, some of those that died in the mansion. He met Professor E. Gadd, who gave him a Game Boy Horror and the Poltergust 400. After going through to the area where Mario can be seen in a painting, Luigi found that Mario was unable to be saved. He went past the required time and now suffers the everlasting fact that he couldn't save his older brother.

Powers/Weapons: Aside from being able to use the same items Mario can use, Luigi is capable of different abilities as well as being able to jump higher than his older brother, but has less traction and acceleration. Luigi can harness and emit electricity via the Thunderhand technique. He's also able to use techniques like the Tornado Ball and Tornado Swing in Mario Super Sluggers. He also carries the Poltergust 400, which is not only able to suck up ghosts, but can also harness the elements of fire, ice, and water.

Special Moves:
*Thunderhand - Luigi shoots a ball of thunder out of his hand at the opponent.
*Stone/Football - Luigi gets out a football and throws it in a slight arc at the opponent. The football bursts apart upon connecting.
*Magic Balloon - Luigi inflates for 2 seconds, able to deflect projectiles and bounce opponents away.
*Fire Sumo - Luigi summons a Fire Sumo, who slams one foot on the ground, causing a small pillar of flames to erupt. The area of where it erupts depends on the input.
*Super Jump Punch - Luigi uppercuts the opponent, collecting coins from him/her. At the start, his fist can burn.
*Luigi Cyclone - Luigi spins around with his fists out, able to move around while doing so.
*Throw - Luigi vacuums the opponent towards him, then shoots him/her back out.
*Reverse Throw - Same thing except he turns around first.
Super Move:
*Elemental Medals - Luigi holds the tube of the Poltergust 400 and for a short while can harm the opponent with one of the three elements he has. Here's what he can shoot:
**Fire - Luigi burns the opponent with a short range stream of flames.
**Water - Luigi fires a bursting gush of water at the opponent, sending him/her flying back.
**Ice - Luigi freezes the opponent with a blast of ice.
Creepy Finishers:
*Sucks to be You - Luigi presses the Poltergust's nozzle against the opponent's throat through his/her mouth. The Poltergust 400 then sucks up the insides of the opponent. He then ejects them all, after switching nozzles, at the opponent, who falls over as a pile of skin.
*Negative Zone - Luigi does a strange dance, causing the screen's colors to go photo-negative. As he dances bizarrely, the opponent is suddenly electrocuted. At the end of the dance, the opponent is a fried corpse.
*Luigi gets out a bagel and does a peace sign while smiling as the tune that plays when you get a key is heard.

Intro Pose:
*Luigi crashes down on the ground. After getting up and dusting himself off, he straps on the Poltergust 400 and says (in the same uneasy tone as in Brawl), "Let's-a go."
Win Pose:
*Luigi does a series of humorous poses (1. "Hoo!" faces the screen while one hand's on his waist and the other's giving a peace sign; 2. "Hah!" turns to the right and points in that direction; 3. "Hee!" places his right hand below his mustache as if he's thinking of something; 3. "Hey!" turns away and crouches as if he's sad; 5. "Hmm!" faces the screen with both hands on his face which has a look of fear like on the box art of Luigi's Mansion).
Victory Pose:
*Luigi suddenly points at the opponent and laughs.

Win Quotes:
*"I'm-a Luigi...number-a one..."

Arcade Mode:
*After failing to rescue Mario, Luigi secluded himself in his own haunted mansion, unable to even bother forcing himself to commit suicide. The ghosts all kept haunting him at a constant rate, torturing him as if he were damned. Considering what he's been through up to this point, he pretty much fits that bill. He then got word of that a god was gathering people to fight, and the winner would get their wish granted. Hoping to save Mario again, Luigi entered the tournament.
*After defeating Mr. Creepypasta, Luigi got his wish and was transported back in time to before Mario was gone forever. Only this time, things were different. He didn't have a set time limit, and the Poltergust 400 was called the Poltergust 3000. Doing everything he did before, he finally saved Mario. At last, everything was back to the way it was before.

Rival: Sally.exe
Beta Luigi: *drags his feet along as he's hunched over*
Sally.exe: *sees Luigi* "You seem to remind me of the brother of the rival of whom my love's appearance comes from."
Beta Luigi: *screams in fear* "Get away!" *points the Poltergust 400 at her* "This-a vacuum can-a suck up ghosts and shoot-a fire!"
Sally.exe: "Well then," *gets into her fighting stance* "It seems like Sonic will miss out on something."
Beta Luigi: "Mario, wherever you are, HELP!"
This is mainly fanon. The original idea is owned by :iconmaxgomora1247:.

Where the idea is scrapped, I renew it. Likely since Luigi's my favorite Mario brother. ^w^
Also, am I the only one who thinks that the story's a bit undervalued to some people even though I don't see many clichés in it? Is it really just me?

*He uses a lot of Normal Luigi's special attacks from Smash Bros. as well as Mama Luigi's special attacks from Smash Bros. Lawl.
*The bagel in his friendship is an obvious reference to Mama Luigi.
*Originally I felt like including the death stare, but it didn't seem to fit in with Luigi's state.
**Slenderly Bliss Form: Beta Lucy (think Luigi as a girl, but with the same sad look on that haunting version of Luigi)
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Ultra Extreme Hyperfat Swampert
by biffiea
pictures by Fatferaligator
Warning! Massive Fatness ahead!
Walter was sunning himself in the afternoon. He always enjoyed lazing by the lake, and today was no different. Marty was a Swampert. He had no distinguishing marks on him that one could discern. At 4’7’’, he was the average height for his age. “Hmmm. The sun feels so good around here.” Here was a lake on the edge of route 35. It was so far away from the main road that no humans ever came by, and even if they did, they were never trainers. Most of the pokemon in the area enjoyed a quiet existence. “This is the life.”
“Hey there!” Walter was surprised by the voice of his mate. Sammy was another Swampert that Walter had known for a long time. They were always playing with each other. “Doing anything today, or are you just going to lay around all day?”
“What’s wrong with laying around all day? It’s very relaxing.”
“Well there’s something you might want to do today.”
“Like what?”
“You mean you haven’t heard about the humans?”
“What humans?” Like I said earlier. Humans rarely came around to this part of the forest. There weren’t any rare pokemon at the lake, no metals or gems of interest, and the land was bad for development. Humans coming into the area was a big deal.
“Humans came throughout the other day and left some kind of funny water by their tents before they left.”
“Why did they leave?”
“Some Ursuring chased them away.”
“And the funny water?”
“Well Walter, why don’t you get off your lazy but so we can see what it is.”
Walter stood up and followed his mate to the human camp. When he got there, several canisters of the funny liquids were out. Sammy turned to him. “Wanna take a sip?”
“Gee some humans leave behind some strange looking water, and you want me to drink it.”
They heard another voice behind them. “Hm, well I’m not scared, no toxin can hurt me!”
“He charley!” Charley was a Venasaur, a rather large one. He was bigger than most, mainly because there was so much sun in the area grass types were really big. “How are things going?”
“Fine of course, it looks like I’m the only one that’s not scared of human food.”
“Human food?”
“Yep that’s what that stuff probably is. They were chased away and left all of their food behind. Humans have good food so, I think I’ll just take a few sips of it.”
“Hold on there Charley!” It was michael, a pikachu. I’ve seen human before and this isn’t like any I’ve seen.”
“Aw fewey! Humans wouldn’t bring anything with them that would kill them if they ate it. You see how fat they get.” He picked up one of the canisters. “I’ll have it with lunch this afternoon. Anyone who wants to join me can.”
Michael stood firm. “Humans make lots of things that are dangerous. I think I’ll stay safe.
Sammy turned to Walter, “So how ‘bout you love? Care to try it?” He thought it over. Why not, there were lots of ways to cure himself if it was poisonous. There were pokemon in this area that could care any poison.
“All right. I think I’ll take a can.”
“That’s the spirit Walter!” Charley said. “Never hurts to be adventurous.” Walter picked up the jug and carried it with him back to the lake. IF they had been able to read human, they would have known what the writing on the tents meant. FATCO, for all your fat pride needs.
When they got back, he and Sammy picked out some berries for a light snack. “Well Walter, ready for a taste of human food?”
“Yep.” He took off the lid and took a sip. “Mmm. Its pretty sweet. Makes me feel warm inside.” He felt something strange inside him. “Woah, hits the stomach a bit though. It’s so warming. I could drink this on a cold day and feel toasty.”
“Uh Walter?”
“Yeah Sammy? Want a sip?”
“Uh... look down.”
Walter looked down and saw his belly. He looked like he had put on ten pounds! He reached down and put a hand on his new fat, giving it a rub. “Wow! how did this happen?” He was even more amazed as it started to grow out more. Fat started to pack up on his sides and belly. He was about to shout when more warmth spread all over him. His legs and arms started to poof with fat, getting heavier. Rolls of fat started to develop on his arms as he stood watching. His flanks swelled out  doubling and tripling his width. His upper body swelled, giving him boobs that rested on his growing stomach. His growing flab consumed his legs down to the knees leaving his fat legs left. His face rounded out and a second chin became defined. It went several inches in front of his face. He could start to feel lard form on his back, and his stomach touched the ground, folding in at the bottom a bit. Then the warmth stopped. He tried to look down at his body, but his new chin deflected his face back up. His foot wide arms had several rolls of fat on them and his legs were only visible from the knees down, but his feet were soft and mushy. Walter’s belly is were most of the flab collected. His stomach stretched five feet and front of him, resting on the ground, and was almost perfectly spherical. He was now four foot wide, and he was loving it. For some reason, all this fat felt fantastic on him. He took his flabby arms and rubbed the side of his belly, as he smiled. Over all he weighed over 1000 pounds.
Sammy spoke up, “Honey what happened to you?”
“Something wonderful.”
“But you always hated the idea of being fat!”
“I know. I must have been crazy! Its so much better to be soft and squishy. Here, rub the front of my belly.”
Sammy stepped up and rubbed his fat. She started to smile. “Your right. This stuff feels nice.” She nuzzled his new fat while rubbing it. Walter was in heaven from his belly massage, then it stopped, confusing him. Sammy was climbing his belly, grabbed his around his fat neck, laying on his fat, and looked him straight in the eye. “I could sleep up here.”
Walter laughed, “I’d be more than happy to be your bed tonight dear.” He smiled and moved his body back and forth, shaking his fat.
Sammy then looked a bit serious, “Hey, what happened to Charley?”
Walter looked surprised, “Why don’t we go find him. He’s probably already taken it. Can you pick up my stomach so I can walk?” Sammy climbed down and picked up the swamperts fat belly as much as she could. Walter started to waddle forward causing his bloated blue sides to jiggle, something he was really enjoying. It wasn’t long before they reached a huge green blob. It was a huge bulbous blob of green Walter rubbed his belly against it. “IT’s scaly.” Further examination showed, that it had rolls on it. “Charley is this you!”
They heard from way up high. “Yep. Its me up here? Have you taken the stuff yet?”
“Here let me give you a hand.” eight vines came down, two to pick up Sammy, six to get Walter, grabbing around his bloated midsection. Charley pulled them up to the top of him self in front of his actual body. Hr had six chins beneath his face. His two foot wide legs were splayed outward against his two story tall belly. His actual stomach was a beauty, IT spread out forty feet in a directions. They were set down on Charley's bloated body, bouncing on his lard as they landed. Walter was in heaven. Not only was he enjoying his own fat belly, his was laying on someone else's soft warm fat. He sank in a few inches as he adjusted himself to make sure his tail fin wouldn’t hurt Charley, before sitting down on his huge ass. Sammy just plopped down on her thin stomach.
Charley was smiling like crazy, “I hearby call this meeting of the fat pride club to order!” He whipped some vines out to start giving Walter a belly massage while they talked. “So how do you like it?”
walter was still mesmerised a bit from all the lard surrounding him. “It’s wonderful! Wish those humans had come by sooner. Did you take the whole can?”
“Yep, but I noticed mine wasn’t as big as yours. You could probably get more flab than me if you took it all.” The thought was tempting. Sammy went up to Charley’s ear, and started whispering something. Charley smiled and several vines came out of Charley’s flower. They pushed Walter onto his Tail fin and back, as he lay there, too fat to get up on his own. Sammy walked up and started to scratch mark between his head fins. At the same time, a bunch of Charley’s tentacles started to rub Charley on his belly and man breasts, increasing the intensity of his massage. Sammy started to kiss him on the lips while rubbing his second chin. He was one content pokemon. Pinned against fat by his own fat, getting his fat rubbed and kissed by his mate. “Hey Walter, why don’t we go back and get the rest of our jug.”
Walter was in heaven, but the thought of being as big as Charley made him want up, “Of course!” Charley stopped the rubbing and set them both on the ground.
“I’ll see the two of you around later. I’ve got a lot of sun to soak up with my lard.” He smiled as he started  to relax his muscles and lie in his fat. Sammy and walter, using their earlier teamwork strategy, got back to the lake. Sammy picked up the bottle and handed it to her fat Swampert mate.
“Here you go my love. Ready to be everywhere at once?” She walked over to  him, and climbed up his belly again. Smiling deviously, she put the container to his lips and tilted it upwards. The fluid filled his mouth and all Walter could do was swallow as fast as he could, draining the container in a few seconds. It wasn’t long before the warmth started to build again.
“Sammy brace yourself! Here I go!”And go he did, His fat surged in front of him, gaining feet by the second his flanks spread out thirty feet. Even his back started to grow out, the flab completely burying the Swampert’s legs. Fat packed on his arms, making them ten feet wide making his swollen fingers stick out uselessly as his arms became a roll of flab. He then started growing up as well, twenty feet, thirty forty, He grew chin after chin, making his neck disappear, into circular rings of lard. He grew multiple love handles and his boobs flattened out, His cheeks poofed out to several inches on either side of his barely recognisable head. His belly kept swelling up and out, like nothing could stop it. It grew  past his head, leaving his small head surrounded by the fat if his chins, unable to see anything past his fat. His growth stopped, but the pleasing warmth remained, an after affect of taking so much. Walter was now unrecognisable. The only clue that he had been a pokemon was his head inside the valley his lard had created. He had grown to the size of a pokemon stadium. All his lard went 70 feet in front of him 30 feet behind him, and stuck out forty feet on either side. His arms were worthless, weighed down by the tons of fat that were his arms. His tail fin was hardly noticeable next to his eighty foot wide ass. He had no thighs, they were buried under his belly. His ten chins, circled out from his face dons the sides of his head caller, he relaxed his “neck” and rested his head against several chins. Everywhere his fat folded and rolled. He was now an amorphous blob. Even the simple act of breathing caused him to jiggle and smile. He loved it! The pressure form his lard pressed down on his insides, feeling like one big huh. His fat embraced him on all sides, warming and comforting him. It was like floating in a see of warm, and the jiggling felt almost sexual. He smiled widely. Walter was in heaven. He started to moan from the pleasure as Sammy crawled over his fat until she reached his head. She slide down five feet through his chins, and leaned over near his face. She pushed his fat cheeks aside and kissed him as well as she could. Walter couldn’t be happier, he was being kissed by his mate, hugged by his fat, and every square inch of his blobular body was being warmed by the sun.
And they lived to a ripe old age, Walter sitting in the same spot, enjoying how big he was.
Based in the Swampert Pictures by fatferaligator

A Swampert finds some chemicals left by humans that make him beyond fat!
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It was a blistering cold evening. Henry, a teenage boy, was lost in a white out with nothing more than a thin jacket, a scarf, an old tee shirt, some blue jeans, and socks and shoes separating him and certain death. He found a lone tree. He collapsed under it trying to heat himself back up. "What am I doing out here? I'm going to freeze to death!" He leaned on the tree, shivering from the frozen wind brushing his face. He scanned the horizon for signs of civilization. All he found was a small cave. "Well, it's better than nothing." He shuffled through the knee high snow, pulling himself towards the cave until he finally reached the entrance. But he was only able to walk two steps before collapsing. "C-c-c-can't… m-m-m-move… t-t-t-t-to… c-c-c-c-c-cooooold." He lied there, feeling death's icy grip slowly embrace him. He couldn't feel his legs anymore and the numbness was traveling up his legs. He knew that once it reached his heart, he was done for. His only thoughts were, "Hurry up you son of a bitch and take me. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Though his vision had started to fail him, he could distinctly make out a cream and black colored creature. When it got closer, he could tell it was a mawile. But this one was huge! It was easily as big, or even bigger, than he was!
"Oh, you poor thing!" She shouted at the sight of Henry. She knelt down and picked up his stiff body. "You're cold as ice." She nuzzled him. "I think I know of a way to heat you up. Don't worry though. You'll be perfectly fine."
His ears were ringing and he couldn't make out here words. "What is she talking about?" Henry thought. Then he saw her up her huge mouth to the front. She opened it up and gently placed him inside. "What? She's going to eat me?" He still couldn't move so he could resist as she closed it. Saliva coated him as the mouth shifted upwards, allowing gravity to make his slide down. He felt the throat expand and pull his head in. "Oh well. I guess digestion is better than freezing to death." It was a tight squeeze, but the mawile managed to get his whole torso down her throat. The squishy walls of the throat pulsed and squeezed him down. With one more gentle gulp, Henry's legs joined him in her throat and his whole body slipped into her stomach. It expanded allowing his body to be placed in a comfortable position before contracting, cuddling his body in the gentle warmth of the mawile's stomach. He waited for the burn of digestion to melt his flesh away, but he noticed something, "Wow… This is… so warm. So comfy… and… nice… I could just…" He fell asleep.
He had a nice dream. He was sitting by a fire, cuddled up to the mawile that ate him. She just kept talking. Though she was talking, Henry never replied. He knew he didn't have to. She just caressed him and nuzzled him, telling him nice things. She made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside and outside. He'd never felt so warm or so cozy before. But then, he woke up.
Thought the cuddling and the fire was a dream, the other things weren't. He was still inside the mawile's tummy but he was very warm and cozy, and she was saying nice things. He could feel his whole body again. He pulled off his shoes and socks, and thankfully, he didn't have frostbite. It was too warm for them so he pulled off his jacket and scarf as well. "I can feel you moving around in there. Are you awake?" She asked.
"Yes." He said, "Thank you so much. You saved me from certain death."
"Oh, it was nothing. You looked so pitiful I just could live with myself if I had let you die."
Henry chuckled, "You're sweet." Hearing this made the mawile blush. "Say, if I stuff these clothes up your throat, would you cough them up?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Thanks." Henry then shoved the clothes up her throat and she coughed them up like she said she would. "Anyway, I'm Henry. What's your name?"
"I'm Tina. Nice to meet you." She giggles, "Nice to eat you too!" They both shared a chuckle, "You were very tasty."
"Thanks. Can I stay in here?"
"Sure. My tummy will be your new home, forever and ever." She rubbed her big belly. "I will take very good care of you."
"Can… Can I call you momma?"
Tina smile and nuzzled her belly, "Of course."
Henry snuggled into his new mother's tummy, his new home, and sigh contently, "Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it." From that day on, Henry stayed forever in Tina's tummy and never had to worry about anything ever again.
Well, a while back :iconlucariothevorelover: asked for a mawile vore story... ... ... he wasnt satisfied. so. a couple days ago i was thinking about his disapointment, so i wrote this. Sorry if something isnt to your liking. I tried my best.
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Bio: In 2008, Mario was doing his occasional routine as he felt like he was out of place what with denizens of people choosing the darker kinds of stuff such as guns and glory rather than innocence and casualty. During this, he recieved a message from Bowser where he, as always, has captured Peach. However, rather than wanting her for his own...plans, he'll simply kill her. However, he'll let her live if Mario can take her place. If he were to try stopping him, Peach's death will be hastened. He knew the place and the mission, so he decided to travel to that destination via platforms in the sky. After Toad sees him, he tells Mario that he doesn't belong in the world with no one wanting him anymore, and that he should just give Bowser what he wants: his death. He traveled through a modern city under the platform he dropped from with abandoned buildings yet people that ignored him, save for a few that shot him cold, somewhat angry expressions. He then traversed to an abandoned house with everything dusty and/or overdue. In the basement were two child-sized skeletons on a dilapidated couch facing a broken television. As Mario looked around, Bowser has crashed through the ceiling of the basement, looking more fearsome than usual. Bowser tells Mario that he's been waiting for him, and that he'll taste flesh soon. He then asks whether if he'll wave the white flag or if Peach has to die. Mario surrendered in order to leave Peach alive, allowing Bowser to eat his head in one clean chomp. When Mario had died, he was in a personal hell of his own, resembling Super Mario World, but in a darker twist than it was back then and nowadays on Virtual Console. His usual outfit was in duller colors aside from his shoes, and hintboxes mostly told him one thing: "I hate you."

Powers/Weapons: Mario can use various powerups and items to help him on his adventures as well as using given weaponry, having sidekicks tag along, and upgrades to his ablities. Though in his state of personal damnation, while he still has that stuff, he mainly has his mental interpretation of Yoshi to be accompanied with as he wears dull-colored clothing of his aside from his shoes.

Special Moves:
*Fireball - MARIO chucks a fireball at the opponent. It bounces on the ground 3 times before going out.
*Cape Flip - MARIO uses his Leaf Cape from Super Mario World to attack the opponent, able to timely deflect projectiles.
*Super Jump Punch - MARIO does a super jump as he uppercuts the opponent, making coins drop out and go to him.
*S.L.U.D.D.G. - MARIO builds up how much liquid will be shot out of the F.L.U.D.D. It can be stopped upon pushing a button, but it lowers how much will be shot out the nozzle. Upon re-input, the F.L.U.D.D. gushes out gray sludge as opposed to regular water.
*Mario Tornado - MARIO spins around in place with his fists out, able to move side-to-side during so.
*Red Shell - MARIO kicks forward a Red Koopa Shell, causing the opponent to fall over.
*Throw - MARIO grabs the opponent by the hips and throws him/her forward.
*Reverse Throw - MARIO grabs the opponent's ankles, spins around 3 times, and then releases the opponent, letting him/her crash into the wall.
Super Move:
*Yoshi - MARIO mounts Yoshi temporarily, granting him a different movelist:
**Red Shell Shot - MARIO feeds Yoshi a Red Koopa Shell. He then spews out fireballs like in Super Mario World.
**Egg Throw - Yoshi lays an egg and throws it at the opponent in an arc.
**Green Wave - Yoshi jabs one fist, producing a green shockwave somehow.
**Tongue-Tied - Yoshi spins around while moving forward, tongue sticking out.
**Throw - Same thing as normal.
**Reverse Throw - Same thing as normal.
Creepy Finishers:
*Calamity Pasta - MARIO lodges a fuse into the opponent's eye socket. He then gets out a switch and jumps on it, causing the opponent's head to blow up with chunks and blood all over the ground and screen.
*MARIO Finale - MARIO grabs a Fire Flower and gyrates both his arms forward individually. After 10 seconds of gyration, MARIO throws one fireball into the opponent's mouth, which he/she accidentally swallows, causing it to melt his/her intestines. Just before the heart's melted, MARIO throws another fireball from his other hand at the opponent's chest, setting his/her whole body aflame as he/she falls down.
*MARIO hits an item box that appears overhead, giving the opponent a 1-up.

Intro Poses:
*MARIO walks to the arena then eats a mushroom, growing to his in-combat size. He then sighs and says, "Let's-a go."
Win Pose:
*MARIO grows, then shrinks.
Victory Pose:
*MARIO walks away slowly for a bit as the Super Mario World Level Clear music plays minus one instrument. He then gives a peace sign to the screen, but half as high as he did in the original game. He then returns to walking away as he says, "If only there was-a something I could've-a done to change your-a mind."

Win Quotes:
*"I hate you."
*"I just-a want to fly away."

Arcade Mode:
*MARIO was walking around attending his usual business in the world of his own sadistic creation in duller versions of his usual colors, unable to listen to the proper cheery music and get treated to his not-so-deserving rewards offered by many people; mostly Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom. He then got word of a god that was gathering people to fight, and the winner would get their wish granted. Hoping to find a way out of his personal hell, he entered the tournament.
*After defeating Mr. Creepypasta, MARIO got his wish granted. He met Beta Luigi, a depressed version of his own brother. It turned out they shared common grounds, what with Luigi overcome with guilt after Mario was sent to the purgatorial afterlife alongside other ghosts, let alone the Boos. MARIO then legitimately accepted him as his little brother and sidekick. The mental interpretation of Yoshi even accepts Beta Luigi as his mother, which earns MARIO a little chuckle.

Rival: Spirit of Misfortune
MARIO: *flies around using a Tanooki Tail with the tail and ears being gray, matching his personality*
Spirit of Misfortune: *materializes in front of MARIO* "I exist within the very ffabric of reality. Do you wish to challenge me?"
MARIO: *glides down with a depressed expression* "Is there anything I can-a do to change your-a mind?"
Spirit of Misfortune: "No..."
MARIO: "Here we go again, then. It's-a the selfish way out, though."
This is mainly fanon. The original idea is owned by :iconmaxgomora1247:.

It's-a me, MARIO!
Image by :iconcharcoalman:

*MARIO uses most of Mario's moves from Smash Bros. with his MARIO Finale finisher having a hint of Super Smash Flash 2 in it.
*The twisted version of the F.L.U.D.D. was inspired by the overhead gray sludge in one room of Iggy's castle that instantly kills MARIO upon jumping into it.
*Yoshi uses some of his moves from Kart Fighter as well as a bit Smash Bros.
*His Calamity Pasta finisher is based on the Mario's Castle Calamity series.
*His biographed origin was based on Super Mario 128 by KI Simpson.
*The part in the ending where Yoshi accepted Beta Luigi as his mother was based on the famous Mama Luigi origin as an ode to the YTP character under the same name.
*The words "not-so-deserving" are included due to Luigi sometimes saving the day, but with Mario getting the praise (besides in Luigi's Mansion).
**Slenderly Bliss form: Rule 63 Mario in the casual dull-colored ensemble.
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