Kookelle looked over the blueprints to the Koopa Castle. Her blue eyes scanned over the blueprints and she put a clawed paw over the dungeon.
"I will free you father, and I will overthrow the king," she muttered to herself.
She turned to the mirror and all the sudden another figure appeared in her place.
"Well finally someone wants to talk," the other voice said.
"I don't really want to talk to you Tricky," Kookelle said her arms crossed.
"And you say I'm mean Kookie," Tricky taunted.
"Don't call me that," Kookelle growled.
"Why, because you're daddy has the permission to call you that," Tricky taunted again.
Kookelle smashes the mirror and breathes heavily. Then tears came to her eyes and she cries softly into her arms.
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The Next Generation of Koopa Kids
FanfictionAfter many years after King Bowser and Bowser Jr died and Bowser Jr.'s son rise to power. 7 rebels lead a rebellion against the boy king, but they aren't your regular rebels. They are the daughters and son of the Koopalings who seek justice. Led by...
