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The young Koopa had opened his eyes, he blinked twice when he saw the light shining above him.
“Wha…” He muttered, raising his hand to shun the overwhelming brightness. “What…What happened to me…” he asked himself.
“Wake up…or don’t. Makes no difference…” he heard a voice calling to him. He must’ve been dreaming. “Huh…?” The young Koopa looked around the room. Where was he?
“W-What am I…Wh-Where am I?!” The young Koopa asked. “I-I…I can’t remember! D-Did I hit my head?!” He said, growing pale.
No memory of what he was doing, or where he was. “Okay…j-just try and retrace your steps, uh…H-Huh?! A-Are you serious?! I can’t remember my name either?!” He asked.
“Wh-What’s going on…” He asked himself, before he realized the luggage in his hands. “Luggage…W-Wait a sec, luggage means personal stuff!” He unzipped the luggage and looked for a passport of sorts.
Buried beneath a blue uniform, he found a sheet of paper.
“Effective Immediately,
Bowser Burnside Jr., you have been requested to join the efforts of the Mushroom Detective Organization.
Your task is to work alongside your fellow detectives to move your station to the Koopai Ward District off the coast of Crown City. The issued ticket has been delivered with this assigned form.
Upon your arrival, you will be stationed at the Valley Detective Agency, and aid in solving a mystery that threatens to destroy Koopai Ward.
Regards,
The Mushroom Detective Organization.”
“Bowser Burnside Jr…So…y-yes! My name is Bowser Jr!” Bowser Jr. recalled his name now, and then reread the paperwork.
“Koopai Ward…detective…” Bowser Jr. wondered if that was his occupation. “I…think I’m a little too young to be a detective…” He wondered, as he kept reading.
“As all suitable needs for travel are accounted for, you’ve been set to board the Excess Express and join your fellow detectives in the 1Up Dining Car.” Bowser Jr. read the location.
He felt the rumbling underneath him, so he had to have already been on the train.
“Okay, so I at least remembered to get on the train before losing my memories.” Bowser Jr. said, snarking a little.
He still didn’t understand why he doesn’t remember himself. Who was he? He had a name and an occupation, but who was he as a person…?
He thought about what to do next. “Hmm…W-Wait a sec! Fellow detectives, huh?” Bowser Jr. said to himself.
“So, if I’m part of the Mushroom Detective Organization, then maybe those other detectives know me!” Bowser Jr. said, as he grabbed his luggage and paper.
“So, they’ve gotta be in the 1Up Dining Car. 8 guess I gotta figure out where that is!” Bowser Jr. said, running out of the room.
“I musta hit my head or something…” Bowser Jr. really hoped whoever was in the dining car knew him and could tell him who he was.
“Hit your head? Or maybe memories aren’t that important at all…” a voice called out to him, but he was already gone.
Though she followed him.
(In the 1Up Dining Car)
Bowser Jr. opened the door and tried to see inside. He could see five people sitting in the room already.
An older Koopa with dark blue hair was drinking a cup of coffee before Jr. walked into the room. He wore an indigo version of the uniform Junior had worn, but wore a black peacoat and a green plaid scarf.
A giant rotund crocodile wearing a red velvet version of the same uniform, pat his stomach as was writing something out.
A pink dinosaur with a red bow on the back of her head wore the same color of Junior’s uniform, though she accessorized with many fashion items.
Sitting at the bar for adults was a Mouser woman wearing a red mask over her eyes, and had the same color of the uniform as the crocodile. She sniffed her drink before she looked at the young Koopa.
A Koopa had the indigo uniform, but what was surprisingly was the wings on his back. He had a small brown bag on his back. He looked like a mailman.
Bowser Jr. felt unnerved as all eyes were on him, but he took a breath and spoke up. “Hello! I-I’m Bowser Jr. of the Mushroom Detective Organization!” He said, profusely.
The Crocodile got up from his chair and walked to the boy. “You? You look like you belong in pre-school.” He mocked.
“O-Oh yeah, well…I have paperwork to prove it! Look!” Bowser Jr. said, not taking the mockery well.
The blue haired Koopa walked up to Bowser Jr., “Let me see?” He asked, choosing to be friendly with their young acquaintance.
Bowser Jr. held up the paperwork and handed it to the other Koopa.
“Well, everything’s in order. Not just anyone receives these documents.” The Koopa said, handing them back to Bowser Jr.
“Okay, good! Now…does anyone in this car know me?” Bowser Jr. asked, and then all eyes were on him once again.
The Koopa looked away for a moment, but then the Koopa-Troops got up. “Th-That’s actually the thing…W-We don’t really know each other at all.” He explained, his wings drooping to emphasize his shameful mood.
Bowser Jr. looked at the rest of them.
“Indeed. We’ve all been assigned to come here, but this is the first time we’re meeting one another.” The pink dinosaur said.
“Are you SURE you’re a detective? If you seriously weren’t able to figure that out…” the crocodile said.
Bowser Jr. wanted to refute that, but he didn’t know.
“That’s enough. He’s still just a child.” The blue haired one explained.
“We can start introducing ourselves before we get to the holes of this cheesy situation…” the Mouser said.
“Holes? What do you mean?” Bowser Jr. asked, and the mouser giggled. “We should talk first, at least know all our names before we start talking, hon.” The Mouser said.
Bowser Jr. reluctantly nodded. There was a problem? What was it? The serious case they’ve been called to at Koopai Ward?
He knows he won’t get far if he just stands there. “I won’t get far if I don’t talk to them now.” Bowser Jr. said.
So, they don’t know him? They were just barely about to meet?
Then who was he…? He wouldn’t know, but he better at least talk to the others, so he can get an idea of what to do.
What was the Mushroom Detective Organization? Why was he a part of it?
What were the mysteries of Koopai Ward?
Who WAS Bowser Burnside Jr.?