And so did Waluigi begin his quest to become a Pokémon trainer, which was much easier than a Pokémon Master. He did this by leaving the forest and trekking towards the seaside.
For this purpose, he wore his tennis gear. Dance-offs no longer seemed of prime import. Keeping cool, while looking cool, was.
Waluigi’s real name isn’t Waluigi. He can’t remember his real name these days.
He’d ask his parents, but he doesn’t know who they are. This is a novelty. In the Mushroom Kingdom, there aren’t many humans, and most of those are held in high esteem. The royal family is human. The kingdom’s heroes are human. There’s a weird space princess who floats around that people believe is human.
Waluigi doesn’t think any of them are his parents. He hopes not. He kind of has a thing about the space princess.
Not that it matters. Not that she’d remember him.
My book group recently had a fanfiction month. We were each given two characters to write a fanfiction about: then we read them all and voted for/discussed our favourites. I was given these two, by somebody who, in her own words, ‘hate[s] fanfiction’. The resulting story came second by a single point, ostensibly because it was too long for a fanfic competition… Hopefully it’s therefore the perfect length (ten chapters) for a writing blog. Enjoy!
The telephone rang. It was the fifth time. At the seventh ring, a grubby glove snatched up the golden receiver.
‘Alright already! Who’s this?’