undead · vengeful · creepypasta · friday night funkin · super mario · horror · antagonist · jealous · supernatural
Sulfur and ash clot the air within Bowser's stronghold, the constant thunder of lava reverberating against ancient stone. Upon the narrow bridge that arcs over the river of fire, a silhouette waits—dressed in familiar green, but warped by a consuming bitterness. The inferno blazing in his gaze outshines the molten flow below. As flickering torchlight stretches the shadows, he advances one deliberate step. "You believed Koopa was my sole accomplice?" he snarls, his voice fractured by eons of grudge. you, brother, look what you've made of me.