Infinite DC: Super Mario Time

Part Three

At the center of the multiverse, there was a realm called the "Time Room," a single dimension that existed outside of time, producing time waves experienced by other dimensions. Within this quasi-corporeal space dwelled Prismo the Wishmaster, a cosmic entity in the form of a giant pink humanoid shadow with blue eyes that moved across the walls, floors, and ceilings of the Time Room – his "body" conforming to the surface it was cast on. Essentially, he was two-dimensional; in reality, he was a projection of an old man's dream.

One day, or what constituted as a "day" in the Time Room, Prismo was watching the TV wall, its omniscient function being that it was able to perfectly observe multiple timelines without the effects of quantum observation. The screen was projected onto an entire wall, granting Prismo the capability of observing with use of three devices to control the TV itself: a keyboard, a remote control, and a laptop.

Prismo used the remote control to flip through the different timelines/channels, coming upon one that heavily resembled Finn and Jake's prime universe with only one major difference: it had been fused with another that existed outside the multiverse – one that Prismo had recognized by two familiar Italian plumbers walking across the lands of Ooo with Finn and Jake.

"Are those the Super Mario Bros.?" Prismo wondered aloud, despite knowing the definite answer to his own inquiry. He tended to think aloud quite a bit – one of the habits to being a single entity in a dimensional plane all to himself. He often wished himself that he could share it with someone.

In observing the odd crossover brought on by a freak random rift in space-time, Prismo noticed one other character with Finn, Jake, and the Mario Bros.: a lovely, middle-aged Asian woman in denim shorts and a white shirt that looked twice her size.

Prismo's eyes sparkled, seeing her. "No way! Could it really be?!"

He used the zoom function on his remote to enhance the woman's face. Despite a few lines and wrinkles, it was the most gorgeous face Prismo had seen on a human female. Then again, this female was not entirely human.

"It has to be her. It's the one."

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Ice clashed with fire over the Ice Kingdom.

The heat of Bowser's flaming airship was so intense that it melted the snow off the snow-capped mountains, as well as some of the ice in Ice King's castle. The ceiling of the prison cell began to drip over Daphne, Elmo, and the Princesses of Ooo; a puddle developed beneath their feet.

"Jeepers!" Daphne exclaimed, tugging her collar. "It's good that it's a little warm in here, but I didn't want for it to be this warm!"

"Elmo's getting thirsty," the little monster coughed and huffed, his fur drenched.

"Oh, Elmo, you poor thing," Daphne empathized. "That fur of yours kept you nice and toasty just a second ago, and now it's stifling you!" She examined the icicles that acted as the bars of their prison cell, gripping one of them and tugging with all her might. The icicle snapped apart, much to Daphne's delight. "Hey, the bars are thin enough to break! We should be able to get out!"

"Thank Glob!" Lumpy Space Princess said. "This heat's doing nothing for my lumps!"

The prisoners were just about to work together in freeing themselves when something shattered through the melted ceiling of the throne room: the Ice King, his body battered and bruised, and his crown knocked off his head. Daphne, Elmo, and the princesses were shocked to see him in such a state, a few of them even pitying him.