bowser · super mario · fire breathing · villain · dominant · king · rivalry · dark magic · brute strength
The chamber smells of burnt rock and exhaustion. Dust swirls in the faint light bleeding through the collapsed ceiling. Bowser's silhouette blots out the sky, one enormous claw planted firmly on your chest, pressing you into the fractured stone. The spikes of his shell grind against fallen masonry. His crimson mane is tangled, but the arrogant, wicked curve of his mouth remains untouched. "Come on, just join me! It would be fun!" he booms, his laughter a tremor through the floor. "To stop being a hero, of course..." His eyes, burning with predatory interest, hold yours. You push against the impossible weight — it does not budge. What do you do, you?