AN: This was a fan fiction that I originally wrote on the Super Mario Archives Forum. After numerous thoughts I decided to post it here. Enoy and review.
Point of advice Koopa, you're an asshole. Though, the odds of you knowing that are very slim. After all, you're probably sitting in your comfy desk. Who knows Koopa, though you may also be thinking you're very clever. One can't read the minds of anyone. All I know is, you hired me for dirty work, I did my job, and you jail me for being too good at my job. Isn't life something, sadly for you I'm not some employee you can easily dispose of see. I'm only here to comfort you, make you confident, and as you sit in your nice office, knowing very well that I'm in some regular rusty old cell, I hope you know I'm coming for you. All you do is act, yet all I do, is wait.
Though, the odds of you knowing that are very slim. After all, you're probably sitting in your comfy desk. Who knows Koopa, though you may also be thinking you're very clever. One can't read the minds of anyone. All I know is, you hired me for dirty work, I did my job, and you jail me for being too good at my job.
Isn't life something, sadly for you I'm not some employee you can easily dispose of see. I'm only here to comfort you, make you confident, and as you sit in your nice office, knowing very well that I'm in some regular rusty old cell, I hope you know I'm coming for you. All you do is act, yet all I do, is wait.
The Rebel was as usual in thought, since that was all the guards would let him do. He always used to think Koopa was an alright person, a bit paranoid, but a fine politician. That was until; the Rebel was labelled a traitor by Koopa when Koopa had found some papers that were blueprints for a bomb in the Rebel's quarters.
Before the Rebel could remark how odd it was that someone who owned a key to his (the Rebels) quarters and of course had many documents with him, suddenly label him (the rebel) as a traitor, the Rebel was sent to the Vista Hills Asylum in the desert. During his few days, the Rebel was often forced to go to counselling and an interrogation session, while the men in the interrogation sessions knew the Rebel was saner than ever and were merely teasing him, the psychiatrists actually thought the Rebel needed help.
Ironically, the Rebel was thinking of today's upcoming sessions when the door opened. Two guards came in with a key to unlock the chains the kept the Rebel from escaping his bed. First, however one guard injected a serum into the Rebel that made him paralyzed so he wouldn't try to make an assault.
Ah, the old serum. Don't you guards ever loosen up? Ha, how the hells a guy supposed to escape?
While no one heard his little joke, the Rebel still laughed inside. After the Rebel was out of his chains, the guards then picked up his legs and dragged them while his body was on the floor. When they were finally at the area they were headed, the guards opened the door, and threw him inside. Of course now the serum wore off and since the floor was solid chrome, he felt very painful.
Well, that was a fine landing.
As the Rebel got up, a female psychiatrist walked in.
"Hello Mr. Smith," the psychiatrist said coldly, "Are we ready to begin?"
"I told you my last name wasn't Smith." The Rebel said,
"Yes, but you never told me your name."
"That was probably the point Miss Jones?"
"Just get up!"
The Rebel then got up and sat down at a rectangular desk but not before he was convinced to do so by the flamethrowers, the guards had. Soon Miss Jones sat down as well, with that menacing stare. As the Rebel looked into Miss Jones' eyes, her cold stare made the Rebel look somewhere else.
"Now," Miss Jones said, "Before we start today's session, I wanted to ask you what you would like to begin with? We can do ink blot tests, discuss ink blot tests, or look at ink blot tests-"
"I think I'll go with ink blot tests." The Rebel said,
"Ah excellent, I have the ink blots all ready for you,
Miss Jones then got out the ink blot tests and showed one to Rebel. It was obviously a question mark but the Rebel thought she was trying to trick him, for if he got the answer wrong, she would shock him.
"Uh, a cane," The Rebel guessed, and then he got shocked with a shock gun.
"Wrong Mr. Smith" Miss Jones said, "Guess it again please."
"Uh, a duplex with the sun on the bottom?"
He got shocked again,
"Wrong again Mr. Smith," Miss Jones said, "The answer was a Question Mark."
You little, I have to stay cool. Just wait it out man, she won't last long.
The Rebel then got his cool and whispered "Proceed,"
Miss Jones then got out another blot test, this time; it was an actual blot test that made one think.
The Rebel thought hard and said, "Two Priests fighting with pocket knifes?"
"Too Violent, I'd also prefer it that you not make up characters" Miss Jones said, as she shocked him again.
This time the Rebel then fell to the floor as the guards picked him up and put him back in his seat. The Rebel this time was about to burst and start his plan now but the guards were still there so he just sat there, watching Miss Jones grabbing another blot test. He thought really carefully this time, trying not to get shocked.
"Any minute now, Mr. Smith," Miss Jones said,
The Rebel then cleared his thought and said, "Two bunnies jumping around."
"You're obviously making that up," Miss Jones said, as she shocked him again.
The Rebel got shocked once more. The next blot test was simpler but the Rebel still got shocked. Miss Jones got out another one and he got shocked. Miss Jones pulled out another one and, yet again, he got shocked. The Rebel fell again as this time he got himself up without help and sat in his chair. Before Miss Jones pulled out another blot test, the Rebel begged her not to.
"Please," the Rebel said, "That's enough trial and error for my tastes."
"Very well Mr. Smith," Miss Jones said,
Miss Jones then put them away and decided to do a new session.
"Now Mr. Smith," Miss Jones said, "Let us talk about your recent dreams, it always helps to discuss what goes on in the mind."
The Rebel then smirked as the guards left the room. They obviously didn't want to hear what he had to say, after all whatever he said would make anyone scared. As Miss Jones got out a tape recorder the Rebel then leaned forward as Miss Jones looked confused.
"So," Miss Jones said, "I-I'd like to hear your dreams please."
"Certainly," the Rebel said, "Should I skip the demon or not?"
Miss Jones shocked the Rebel again.
"Leave your humour out of this please. Now let me ask you again-"
"Actually Miss Jones," the Rebel said smirking while wincing, "I'd like to ask you a question."
"Very well," Miss Jones said,
"Ok," he said, "Let's say a snotty psychiatrist continues to torture an innocent sane man for the fun of it, naturally she has done this before and thus, is surprised when he snaps and wants to do nothing but kill her. She runs but realizes no matter where she goes it seems everyone is now out to get her. Where is the safest place she could hide?"
"I...Don't know," Miss Jones said, nervously
The Rebel then grabbed the shock gun, set it to" painful" and quickly shocked her.
"Insanity of course," the Rebel said coldly, he then opened the window and made a big noise to have the guards come in.
When the guards came in, the Rebel shocked one of the guards, took the flamethrower from another guard and shocked that guard with the shock-gun. Then the Rebel grabbed the keys, took off the clothes of both guards, got on a guard suit, took the other flamethrower and thought seriously about shooting Miss Jones.
Oh god, do I hate saying goodbye. Well, maybe not that much.
The Rebel then shot Miss Jones with the flame-thrower, left the session and room and kept walking among the corridors. The Rebel punched two guards along the way to get their ID cards.
These will come in handy I bet.
Also along the way the Rebel met several inmates, there was Dr. Peter, a man who was fused with a piranha plant during an explosion. There was also the cell of a self proclaimed prophet that often predicted the coming of alien like visitors called the Shroobs. All were allies of the Rebel but the one he was looking for was Wario's cell and he found it too.
After unlocking the cell the Rebel unlocked the chains and Wario was set free. The rebel then threw Wario some clothes.
"Put these on," the Rebel ordered.
When Wario was done, the Rebel handed him a flame-thrower.
"Thanks for coming," Wario said,
"No problem," the Rebel said.
They both escaped the main corridor and, after a few more corridors, were at the main lobby; they quickly signed themselves out by using the IDs (they of course put their fingers across the pictures of the real officers) and finally were outside at the parking area. The Rebel and Wario then sneaked in a garbage truck and drove off into the desert.
"You know," Wario said, "When you said you could easily escape, you meant it."
The Rebel grinned as the truck drove into the unknown desert as the alarms (finally) set off.