"BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!"
The horrid echoes of Fred's alarm clock rang through his non-existant ears, as if someone was scratching a chalkboard right next to his ears. He dreaded that sound every day, it meant that it was a weekday. And that wasn't the most best time of the week for a Goomba like him...
He managed to stumble out of bed, falling flat on his face. Bowser never issued Goombas under the rank of Goomba Lieutenant a proper Goomba bed, to make up for their lack of arms. Fred was only a Goomba Sargeant; he didn't get much from Bowser anyways. Luckily, Goomba didn't need a uniform or anything; after all, Low-ranking goombas didn't have anything to wear. So off to work he went. Did I mention? Fred wasn't like other Goombas. He was smaller than others, which made him the laughing stock of his workplace, around Lenny's castle. He had a big freckle on his cheek, and his eyes were smaller, and far less intimidating. He just hated his life as being a goomba.
His workplace was simple. Just stand somewhere and look pretty. If Mario comes, pull Goomba move #1: Charge. Fred knew this never worked, so what he did was glue a spike to his head. Mario wouldn't suspect a thing...or would he? Either way, he was likely to die every day; Mario was making a huge advance with the Army of toads. Yep, life as we know it for Fred was gonna be tough. He saw the army come over the horizon; He knew it was time.
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What is it with this fad? XD
Also, super short story by me. WUVLY?
The horrid echoes of Fred's alarm clock rang through his non-existant ears, as if someone was scratching a chalkboard right next to his ears. He dreaded that sound every day, it meant that it was a weekday. And that wasn't the most best time of the week for a Goomba like him...
He managed to stumble out of bed, falling flat on his face. Bowser never issued Goombas under the rank of Goomba Lieutenant a proper Goomba bed, to make up for their lack of arms. Fred was only a Goomba Sargeant; he didn't get much from Bowser anyways. Luckily, Goomba didn't need a uniform or anything; after all, Low-ranking goombas didn't have anything to wear. So off to work he went. Did I mention? Fred wasn't like other Goombas. He was smaller than others, which made him the laughing stock of his workplace, around Lenny's castle. He had a big freckle on his cheek, and his eyes were smaller, and far less intimidating. He just hated his life as being a goomba.
His workplace was simple. Just stand somewhere and look pretty. If Mario comes, pull Goomba move #1: Charge. Fred knew this never worked, so what he did was glue a spike to his head. Mario wouldn't suspect a thing...or would he? Either way, he was likely to die every day; Mario was making a huge advance with the Army of toads. Yep, life as we know it for Fred was gonna be tough. He saw the army come over the horizon; He knew it was time.
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What is it with this fad? XD
Also, super short story by me. WUVLY?
