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Parties weren’t rare in King Boo’s kingdom; when one ended there always seemed to be another coming up. It wasn’t fun parties, more like matchmaking parties where all the potential suitors tried to win him over. Sure, he knew that he eventually had to settle down, the kingdom needed every chance to prosper. Yet, he could never find himself wanting to stay with someone for more than a night let alone the rest of his life.
His relationships just…tended to somehow be built weaker than others. Like its base was built with frail sticks instead of bricks. He just wasn’t the best at forming connections with people, he learned to accept that after a while. If he thought too long about marrying someone, the sickly nauseating feeling of dread would start to creep in. Besides, none of the suitors actually cared about him- they just wanted him for his looks and status. If they wouldn’t want him if he was nothing more than a common person, then he would never trust them with something as sacred as a bond between their two kingdoms.
He held too many secrets close to his chest, too many feelings hidden deep inside. If they saw the real him, then they would never want to date him. He couldn’t even tell his brother the truth- he was still too afraid to be honest. King Boo didn’t want his brother to hate him; far from it! He actually wished he had a closer relationship with Bowser…but some things are just not meant to be. Besides, everyone knows the only way to keep a secret is to keep the person in question at arm's length. Sure, he felt guilty- but it was all for the greater good, right?
His thoughts swirled into a melting concoction in his head; drowning out even the slither of a fleeting thought- his mind fixating on his guilty conscience buried so deep inside. Everyone partied away; drinks in their hands and music in the background. King Boo, however, was just sitting there on his elaborate throne. He never did like to party, it all honestly felt like a sick joke. As the party grew to a climax; his thoughts grew louder and louder until he slowly succumbed to the silent slumber his drink promised him.
“You’re a sick excuse of a king,” Bowser screamed out with rage, “all you ever do and ever done is get drunk and fail your kingly duties”
King Boo backs away with a start; his face painted with despair and melancholy, “You wouldn’t understand-”
Bowser cuts him off with a growl, “At least I understand how to run a kingdom and treat my family right”
“As if! Mom always favored you, I don’t think you would last a day in my shoes,” King Boo exclaimed with frustration.
Why wouldn’t he understand that he was just doing this for the family. He was hurt..and is still hurting- and nobody ever does anything but paint him as the villain. It’s like that was his role in life, to always be the bad guy. The one person that nobody ever tries to see the good in.
“Well maybe if you were good enough, then Mom would actually care about you!” Bowser bellows out, his voice loud enough to make King Boo feel like his whole world was collapsing. Wait a second; that was weird- it really did feel like the world around him was breaking apart…
The land surrounding him started to crumble to pieces- bit by bit; all falling down into the never ending void. The piece under him started to shift and with a sudden dark realization, King Boo knew it was too late to make amends. He would never be a good older brother…
King Boo wakes up with a start and a gasp; the noise around him suddenly becomes apparent again. He fell asleep after drinking…again. How much did he drink already? It couldn’t have been that much. Probably only a cup or two. He takes a look around his throne, and his heart catches in his throat and he immediately feels guilt pooling in his chest. He drank two whole bottles. He suddenly felt the urge to just throw it all up, he really was a disappointment- he just couldn’t deny it anymore. Maybe dream Bowser was right, and it's just his luck if real Bowser thought like his dream counterpart did.
King Boo let out a sigh and while his conscience nagged at him not to he drank another cup and let his tired legs carry him to the ballroom floor where the suitors waited for him.