Chapter 4

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Bowser got up from his throne to take a close look at me in front of me. Junior stepped back. Bowser inspected all over me, Sniffed me like he's a dog, snorted more smoke out of his nostrils like he was about blow more fire at me. "Greetings sire." I said when he looked at me from eye to eye. Bowser gave me another angry and confused look. "I am Sir Oliver, from..." I then realized I forgot what kingdom I came from and followed up with "Uh.. Uh..." Bowser leaned in close to my face. Glaring even more. "Speak Up." He demanded me aggressively. I couldn't get my words out. I really couldn't remember where I was born. "Where WERE you from!?! A wasteland!?? TELL ME INTRUDER!!!"


Me? An intruder? His son dragged me all the way here saying his dad wanted a new servant. I finally found myself and spoke up. "Actually, Lord. I actually have forgotten where I came from, You see... I woke up in a strange room full of broken glass and turtle shells. I don't know where I came from at the moment." Bowser looked quite amazed, but it was followed up with some chuckles, which turned out to be a loud laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked stupidly. Bowser then turns to Junior. "So my son wants me to hire a rag doll man who grew up in the trash. How putrid!!" He continued laughing like I would find it funny. 



"Look at yourself!! All dirty and weak! Can you lift any lifter up with those arms!?!?" He added. "Now how the hell am I supposed to lift weight lift when I was tasked supposedly to work!? Do you even have a bath so I can clean shit off of me?" I responded quite aggressively. Bowser stopped laughing and cleared his throat. He called out for the guards. "Take this dirt loser into the bath and task him the chores he will be ordered to DO after he is cleaned." The guards lead me to the bath house so I can get myself cleaned. I was thinking about my encounter with the Koopa King, or Bowser in short. He may look like a scary looking creature with a big size, but... here was something strange I thought of him... He looked... very Manly with his muscle structure and very sparkling beautiful with his face... It seems that I might've daydreamed of me getting along with him quite well and becoming very close friends, or more than that, becoming husbands. 


I realized what I was thinking about and embarrassingly try to brush it off and quickly washed myself before I got my uniform on. It was just a long sleeved shirt, With a messed up tie, and baggy pants. The guard pointed me to the cleaning equipment (Mop, Washcloths, water, and brooms) and showed me where to clean and stormed away from me. I was told to clean the dining hall.


I began to mop the floors and daydreamed. I tried to think how how I lost my parents and why I never saw my old friends again. I especially thought about when I was born. I got done mopping the floors and began to wipe the tables with the washcloth. "This room is warm, it's making me damn sweating! Oh my goodness I don't want to melt." I said as I finished my second job in the dining room. I began sweeping off all of the dirt from the storage room (which was also in the dining room) and admired all of the weapons. I finally got done with the chores and put all of the supplies away.



A goomba lead me to a room I was going to sleep in, I thought it was going to be a dirty attic, but when I finally saw the room, it was actually fancier than I expected. The bed was neatly made in red and the room had spacing. There were torches on each side of the bed on the wall! I changed into the night clothes I was chosen. I suddenly found a note on a nightstand next to me. I picked it up and read the following:


"Dear, New Servant

   Take this as a token of thanks,

   We could really be good friends,

  Thanks for cleaning the kitchen.

- Bowser"

The item that was taped into the note was a rose. Not a fire flower, Not a piranha plant, but a ROSE. I smiled a bit and whispered "Thank you, Sire." And went to sleep peacefully. Little did I know was that Bowser was watching me the entire time and was smiling that he was making me happy for my stay and making me feel welcome.  


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Part 5 coming soon!!

And no he didn't watch me change my clothes, don't worry. Why the hell would anyone do that?

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