The sun in the sky wore a face mask known as a cloud. The mask's oblong shape shaded the world below. Outside Princess Persica's hut, Minnie argued with the shrooman, "It's blue because it reflects the oceans around Chanterelle."
"Oh yeah, then why does it turn red and orange at dusk?" the shrooman asked.
"Because it's blushing from all the romance scenes across the night."
"What is romance?"
Minnie didn't really know how to respond, but had to ask, "How do shroomans have babies?"
"We don't. We split our bodies in an excruciating ritual. Twice a year we go on a horrific bisecting spree to spread ourselves out farther across Chanterelle," the shrooman explained.
Its little smile and dark explanation freaked out Minnie, "I regret asking."
The hut door opened and Princess Persica stepped out. The clouds moved and the sun exemplified her beauty. She no longer wore the pink blouson, but instead a pink poncho with a single light blue line that skirted her waistline. At the right angle, one could see a good amount of her under the poncho.
The shrooman nimbly waddled over to her, "Ah, princess, is everything figured out?"
"Tis all sorted," Persica informed.
"You'll help?" Minnie approached.
Persica death glared at her, and it caused the shellie to sidestep. This allowed her to see Gamer inside the hut. He emerged, fully dressed, and with a luminescent glow to his face. He shined brighter than the sun, and an indestructible will radiated from him.
Gamer wore a manly smirk, "Why good afternoon, fine maiden Minnie. Bring that thou villain Marco hitherto, so that I may giveth him a hardy wallop!"
"You're really going to fight Marco?" the shrooman grew worried.
"We cannot return to the mainland in his presence," Persica said.
"You're returning home, princess?!" the shrooman shrieked.
"I am. No more hiding or running. I allow in what I wish in. Starting with..." Persica stared across the gap between the isles. Minnie and the shrooman just noticed Marco, who stood opposite the broken bridge. The Italian psychopath's eyes were locked onto Persica.
"È passato troppo tempo, mia principessa," Marco said, almost apathetically. (It's been too long, my princess.)
He reached behind himself and pulled out a yellow construction hat. When he put it on, his outfit's blue changed to the same tint of yellow, and a hammer appeared in his hand. Marco flipped the hammer in his fingers a few times before bringing it down on the ground in front of the rope bridge. In a split second, a large pipe sprouted from the third isle, shattered the rest of the bridge away, and punctured the cliff face of the final isle. The pipe was like the others from inland.
"Mystery solved! But I thought he ate things to gain powers," Gamer looked back at the shrooman and princess.
"Only when it comes to the flora of Chanterelle," Persica seemed nervous. Her body moved stiffly and her expression remained stoic, "However, he possesses certain items and costumes that grant him other powers."
Marco stepped onto the pipe, but put the construction hat away. What he pulled out next resembled a tulip. However, the flower itself had red and yellow rings in the center. Persica gasped, "A flare flower!"
Marco ate the flower. Similar to the construction hat, the coloration of his clothes changed to white and red. Flames cascaded out of Marco's pupils and with a flick of his fingers he could summon the same kind of fire into his palm.
"That's the fire power up? Nice! Alright, you Italian simp! I'm gonna show you these knuckles are rated E for Everyone!" Gamer dashed across the pipe bridge.
Persica spoke to the shrooman, "Head inside my hut and gather my belongings. You shouldn't be near this danger."
"Yes, princess!" the shrooman scuttled into the haze home.
Marco gathered the flames into an orb in his hand and threw it like a baseball at Gamer. It bounced along the pipe in large arches, so Gamer prepared for the quick-time events. He ducked under the first ball, and then leapt high over the second. He fell towards Marco, and opted to swing a punch down at the psychopath's big nose. Marco countered with a jumping uppercut that nailed Gamer on the chin. Gamer recoiled and dropped hard on the pipe. The metallic surface and angle caused Gamer to slide sideways. He caught himself by gripping the top, and half his body dangled down. Marco snorted at Gamer, before writing him off and marching towards Minnie and Persica.
"Hey! Come back here! You're fighting me!" Gamer tried to goad. Marco continued to ignore him.
"I-I'll do something..." Minnie's legs quivered beneath the weight of fear. She could not overcome it and failed to even budge. Persica stepped forward and imposed herself against Marco's menace. There lied defiance in both of them, and it came to a head.
"Basta, Marco..." Persica could barely squeeze the words out. (Stop)
"Fatti da parte, principessa. Devono morire!" Marco told Persica. (Step aside, princess. They have to die!)
"Y-You will not disrespect me," Persica rejected. She mustered of the courage to speak her mind, "Bring this violence to an end, Marco. Please, do it for me."
Bloodlust suffused Marco's aura. The flames in his eyes billowed out furiously. Her words only stoked the flames. She and the others cowered. If he reached them, they'd become nothing but ash.
Gamer yelled out, "Hey, Marco, I fucked the princess!"
The words struck a chord, and Marco stopped his march. Minnie gawked, and Persica was shocked Gamer would reveal such sensitive information. Marco glared over his shoulder. A new hatred unlocked. Gamer pulled himself back on the pipe. Once footed, he grinned and said, "Oh yeah, you don't like that, do ya? I ate a piece of her peach and she raised my flagpole. Pretty hot, huh?"
"Speaking such things aloud...how rude," Persica blushed and played with one of her dreads.
Marco's moustache twitched and flared out in anger. He unleashed a barrage of fireballs. Gamer dodged them entirely this time by retreating onto the third isle. Marco gave chase. He jumped, then jumped a second time at a higher height, and finished it with a third jump that catapulted him from the bridge to the isle. He did two whole front flips before landing.
The winds whistled and blustered the top of the isles. The gulp gulps and chomp chomps had already flopped back into the water. The day waned and dusk began to creep up. Both men faced each other with one goal in mind. The fire in Marco's eyes writhed with each moment that passed.
Gamer rolled his ankles and cracked his knuckles, "Ready to smash?"