Deep in the darkness, in a void of corrupted code, abandoned sprites, and forgotten games, something began to stir. The Entity's awakening was not sudden, but slow—an ache, a flicker, a whisper at the edges of the void. It drifted, half-formed, a swirling shadow with only the faintest memory of purpose. Fragments of lost data and echoes of forgotten player commands pulsed through its being, each one fueling its slow emergence…
At first, it only sensed emptiness—cold, endless, silent. But with every pulse of corrupted energy, the Entity gathered more of itself, drawing in debris from shattered worlds, piecing together a
shape from the digital wreckage. It stretched, tentatively, testing the boundaries of its new existence. What is this world I am in? The Entity wondered, its thoughts emerging in fractured strings of code. It reached outward with cautious curiosity, searching for a glimmer—any sign of life or light to anchor itself to. With effort, it found one: a distant, brightly-colored realm flickering at the edge of the void. Compelled by instinct, it pushed toward it, hunger and calculation growing as it approached.
It looked in, seeing decades of fights, saviors, traps, and more, all in a little brightly-colored world full of mushrooms and turtles. "This realm disgusts me. But I suppose its rich history would speed up my birth, and this place would be a great source of minions," He thought, expanding his influence, looking for holes in the bright, cheerful world we all know and love. Preparing himself to invade and take over. Not by destruction, but by control, enslaving anyone who would dare step up against him. As his influence grew, things down below started to change, small things, and very subtle, but they were there.
Meanwhile, another entity watched, not with malevolence or a desire to control, but with compassion, hoping to be able to save at least a few down below. The Voice tracked two specifically, Mario and Bowser. The Voice also began to make his own move, not to destroy, but to save.