Mario & Luigi RPG One-Shot Collection

Mother's Guilt

This story had been written for yet another contest on Mario Amino. Following a long departure from the community earlier in the year, I had decided to enter the Emotions mid-monthly contest, finishing with second place with this. Another piece that may have suffered from a time crunch.

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Cackletta feared the moment Fawful would leave her as he grew up. Right now, it was not as simple as laughing it off like every other day. Although, there were always times when she would feel this way about her son moving away from her to do his own things, so that he may start his own life with a circle of people he would not find otherwise.

But that was foolish, right? Fawful clearly loves his mother. Everyone loves their mother. Unconditionally. No matter if there has been hiccups, right? All relationships get good times, and the times where superstar plans to take magic stars fail in their frightened faces. Even if the crushing failure felt awful, the giggles and chortles of a little boy made things better for both of them.

As the sun set for the day, a peculiar Beanish individual nabbed things one by one. First, he took some tinned food and water for emergency supplies, just so he would not have to make an embarrassing trip back to their house. Then, a few little trinkets that he had invented over the past few months. He knew they would come of use eventually, though it was a question of how they could be utilised to be beneficial to Fawful. The last thing he took was... some ingredients and a recipe. This would be important for his latest master plan, that not even the pesky Mario Brothers can get past!

"Eeeyah ha ha ha ha, this will be the mustard of their doom..." Fawful whispered to himself as he slipped the paper recipe into the bag. Each step he was taking made creaky sounds in the wooden floorboards, each breath amplified by the nocturnal silence. This usually wouldn't alarm his mother that he's awake...

At two in the morning.

The night is not particularly dangerous in the Beanbean Kingdom in of itself. Although it has always been taught to the younger witch; and then to Fawful, that as a Beanish, you need sunlight to flourish. Without it, you will be severely malformed or even perish during the darkest hours where no-one can find you. Sure, this could be a myth, but it's better safe than sorry. Adopting a daily routine that starts at sunset and ends at sunrise would spell the end for her only heir to her villainous legacy. That would not sit well with her mind or body...

Worse yet, she already needed to let out steam from earlier in the day. Despite being in the middle of a well-deserved coffee break, Cackletta's instincts forced herself to put the hot cup back down, almost sliding it across a countertop to rush to Fawful's bedroom. Before her son could throw everything into random positions and then falsify falling asleep on the floor from exhaustion to trick his parent... She slammed the door open with full force to see him with a hooded cloak and a rather large bag for his size, kicked across the floor, its straps exposed to the air around it.

Fawful turned his head around to see Cackletta, then, as his nerves were tensing up, the rest of his body followed suit. He knew something was amiss judging by his mother's fuming expression building up further and further. Did something happen to her?

"FAWFUL!" she yelled. "You were meant to be fast asleep for the past few hours! Now go to bed; you will be in big trouble tomorrow!"

"I have fifteen years of age, I am having the freedom to choose the ingredients to make my own pies and cupcakes of YUM!"

"Fawful. Go to bed. Now."