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A spark. A second. A third that ignites into a tiny fire at the tip of a match. It illuminates only the claw-like fingers of a thin hand. It sets the match upon a log, obscured for a second as the owner walks past the tiny fleck of light. A puff of air and a tired, elder groan is heard just as the fireplace finally catches, the log bursting into magnificent flames and brightening the entire room. Very familiar this room is by now, same dust, same chair, same old man, but without his book. His hands are, as always, folded politely in his lap. Without the tome covering him and with the fire brighter than usual it's easy to see his frame; very tall, very thin, much matching the long bones of his face and the crooked nooks of his fingers. In addition to the buttons glinting in the firelight, bright orange cuff-links twinkle as their gemmed facades catch whatever rays in a beautiful reflection.

"Greetings again." He says, adjusting himself in his seat. "Tonight's tale is one that may start very familiar. It is a tale of distress, but with a twist. Horror comes in many shapes, though always rooted in the unknown." Trademark enigma, trademark smile. He lifts his hand, a glitter of rings over some of his fingers. He snaps them, a split second sound of scratching bones that gives way to the hissing of an extinguishing fire, a sudden blanket of blackness to end the scene, and start another...

***

She stirred awake, groaning lightly as her eyes fluttered open. She knew she wasn't going to be anywhere nice, with the lovely welcome she'd received from those... Those...

Taking a deep breath she calmed her mind, closing her eyes and focusing. She pulled at her arms; they were chained above her head, keeping her upright and stretched rather tight. Opening her eyes she looked across her body, sitting on a soft chair with her legs stretched out in front of her, ankles locked in padded stocks. Her baby-blue dress was dotted with dirt and small tears from the scuffle she'd had with the minions of that oversized handbag.

She shook her head, trying to clear her uncouth thoughts. Her silver crown wasn't on her head, probably off the same place her wand was. Knowing this crowd they probably kept it it in a question block.

"Star Princess." A gruff voice said through the dungeon door, the clattering of keys against metal heard before it swings open. Clacking against the ground is the marching steps of a small platoon of Dry Bones. Five smaller skeletons and one taller one, who seemed to be the leader.

Rosalina huffed and turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge her captor. She never liked the look of the Dry Bones; too unsightly. Bones sticking out, bleached from exposure and covered in dirt and dust. These ones looked particularly dusty, their bones all had an orange hue.

The leader skeleton adjusted the vine ring that dangled from its neck, obviously some kind of decoration for Bowser's army. "Luma. Give us Luma." It spoke curtly; she never heard one speak before, always assuming they didn't have the brains for it. This one didn't sound much better off really.

"Hmph." She did not look back at him, giving him the silent treatment. She was no stranger to capture, and this would be no different than any other. They wanted her little Luma's power, just like Bowser usually wanted some kind of powerful thing. But they wouldn't get it, Mario would come, and she'd go home.

"Last chance." It spoke again, voice chattering its bones darkly. Of the times she was captured before, she never had this kind of intimidation used on her. But that big lizard's tricks wouldn't work on her. He wouldn't dare lay a claw on her, him or his army. Her continued resistance didn't seem to be a matter for the leader Dry Bones, as it shook its body to rattle its skeleton. The other minion bones followed suit, acknowledging the order and surrounding the princess. She felt gloved bone hands reach and grope for her sparkly pumps, finally making her turn back and gasp out.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this?" She demanded, tugging at her stock-locked ankles as her footwear was removed. This was a direction she did not expect; what were they planning on doing with her shoes? And these were her favorite pair! They were a little on the big side, but then again so were her feet. Wider than most and proportionately long for her height, with surprisingly chubby bubble toes that sat at the end of her very deep arches. She flexed her big feet, the cool air of the dungeon mixing with the heat and sweat that her heels caused her--much to her chagrin. Her toes were unvarnished today; maybe she would have painted them if she knew someone was going to take her shoes off.

Actually no, she would not have, for this.

The hands dropped her shoes, and they inched towards her feet. "Wh-what...?" She started, but the answer was obvious. She bit her lip, she pulled and tugged at her legs, her feet tried to shrink against the padded stocks in any attempt to escape...

"A-AHEEHenNHeeehehe~!" Womanly giggles fluttered out of her lips as two pairs of little hands hit her soles, scribbling and poking along her warm feet. She scrunched her soles up, trying to protect them from the tickly attack, but the wrinkles didn't make her any less ticklish. More poking and prodding, with slow strokes up her soles just tickled away at her. Their gloves were like silk, easily gliding up and down the light layer of sweat on her plush soles no matter how she shook them. It was a gentle tickle, but it was already torture for her. Rosalina rocked the chains as her body swung back and forth, trying to expel her ticklish energy.

"Luma. Give us Luma." The leader Dry Bones repeated, shuddering out another order that made the other minions stop their tickling.

Rosalina panted, already winded as she glared daggers at the creature, defiant. She was ticklish, but a little laughter wouldn't break her. "No." She said simply, staring down the frightful beast.

The bones shook once more, and the tickling started once more. This time it was three hands on each foot, one of them didn't have the soft gloves on. "AA-AIE-YEE-hE-Ha-AaNHeeEe~ A-AEHE-nyehehe-Ee-yehe~!" Yelping laughter burst out of the princess' mouth, making her whole body quake with the force of the ticklish sensations. The bones of the skele-Koopa's hands were stiff and just slightly sharpened. It was digging into the chubby softness of the balls of her feet and it was maddeningly ticklish! The other gloved fingers crawling quickly along her arches and heels were bad too, but they were nothing compared to these claws. Maybe it was because they found a particularly ticklish spot--she did laugh harder and pull more when the tickles got closer to her toes. But it was undeniable how much more ticklish agony was brought upon her by those harder tickles. She laughed and sputtered, pulling hard at the chains in a useless attempt to bring her arms down.

"Luma. Give us Luma." It was like a broken bone record, croaking out its demand and rattling its body to order the ticklers to stop. She was unkempt and frazzled, squeaking out lingering giggles as her feet squirmed, unable to rub against each other to get the tickly tingles out of them. Rosalina shook her head, still full of fight and resistance. That stupid Koopa was starting to get to her though, as if she wasn't creeped out before...

Unfortunately for her the tormenting skeletons had taken note of her weakness, and now all five of them had removed their gloves. She'd have been embarrassed about the squeak she made if she were in a better state of mind. She had no time to think about dignity though, as too many wiggling fingers attacked her big feet. "AIEE-NO-AHAhehe~! NOT-THAHSHSHSTAPSHTAAAHAHAP~!" Her laughter peaked as the tickling consumed her soles once again, all hands working in unison to accentuate her torture. Her toes were held back, pressed hard against the wood of the stocks to keep them from squirming as claws dipped and tickled between and around the stalk of each digit; definitely her most ticklish spot. Not to be outdone the pointed bones along her arches scribbled and danced with a deep cadence into the soft flesh, drawing ticklish sensations out of her feet that she never thought possible, mixing with the toe tickles into the most heinous torture. Her strength was starting to leave her already, trying to kick the hands away but unable to budge from the pin her feet were under. She dangled from her bondage, slumped over and laughing hoarsely, tears dripping into her dirty dress.

"Luma. Give. Us. Luma." The leader spat its mantra, clearly growing impatient with the princess' resilience. The tickling didn't stop this time, poor Rosalina screeched and laughed through the demand, unable to give a reply of anything but tortured mirth.

"NYAAHahA-NO-I-AHAhEHEHE-ICAN'TAHSHEHEEEEHEHE~! JUST-STOPPLEAAAHEHEHE~!" Deep pleading from the woman was all she could do through the frantic cackling, knowing she was growing closer to her breaking point. Her feet, scritched and scratched and red from overstimulation just were not growing any less ticklish, and her body was getting weaker by with each stroke and each pinch from those untiring claws. Her struggling had exhausted, only squirming and twitching as guttural reactions from the ticklish sensations that coursed up her body from her large, helpless feet. The constant staring from the unmoving leader Dry Bones was not helping either; through the ticklishness and unbearable feelings she felt a hint of fright bubble up from within.

"Give Luma. Give Luma! Give Luma give Luma give LumagiveLumagiveLumagiveLumagiveLuma!" The Dry Bones shook, more violently than before as its voice grew darker while pitching up in tone and increasing in volume. Rosalina's eyes, through ticklish tears filled with horror though the tickling never stopped. She cried out in terrified laughter as the large leader bones lurched forward, opening its jaws and clamping them down upon her big feet. It held her by the toes, many bone teeth having found their way between her toes, some planted in the flesh of the balls of her feet. Still shaking, the Dry Bones' head vibrated, like the star-engine of Rosalina's Comet Observatory it hummed and reverberated.

And it tickled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEE-HE-HE-AHHA-AHAAAHA-HEHEHEHE~!" Rosalina's blue eyes practically rolled back in her head as she arched her back, terrifying ticklishness rocketing through her body. The fingers never stopped, and this terrible technique was just too much for her. There was no escaping; she couldn't budge a single toe out of the maw of her captor, teeth sunk into the balls of her feet keeping them firmly in place and vulnerable to the insane vibrations. She'd never been tickled--never been tortured like this before, her mind was starting to slip away from her. She could barely breathe, her voice in desperate gasps through mirthful laughs with eyes and mouth wide in horrible sensation. "AYEH-AHAE--AAhHEehE... ... --I-IWILL-AHAAhe... TELL-AHAHEHEE-LU-AaHAHAEHEE~!" The tickling was too much, she couldn't take it anymore. She needed it to end, she needed the sensations to stop; she needed this tickling terror out of her. Rosalina started to confess, she'd tell and give it all just to get this horrible tickling to sto--

"Oh yeah!
HIYAH!!"
She couldn't comprehend the shouting, and she could barely comprehend the exploding wall, but she did understand the double-helix vortex of fire that consumed the dungeon in front of her, blasting her terrible ticklers into charred mounds of dry dust. She felt the pressure of the jaws loosen as they fell to the ground, their owner consumed in righteous conflagration. There was no more tickling as her glassy eyes watched the column of flames soar passed her and blast through the opposite wall before snuffing out in a grand display. Slumped forward and panting, she turned her sweat-drenched head to look at the fire's origin, matted hair slipping over her face.

"Princess!" The unmistakable voice, spirited and brave as always called out to her, the overall-clad owner sprinting through the hole in the wall to her side.

"M-Mario..." Rosalina replied meekly, still panting deeply. She gave him a lovely, albeit exhausted smile of gratitude, before passing out against him, flopped against her bondage. The hero made quick work of dismantling her chains and the stocks, carefully removing her and--with a quick motion to grab her pumps--made his way to save the day.

---

"Um. Sire." A trooper gulped timidly, standing behind his benevolent, scaly leader.

"What." He didn't turn away from the window.

"Uh... Th-the dungeon, sire. It's destroyed..."

"WHAT!?" The large lizard king roared, turning on his talons to face his meager minion. Bowser snarled, smoking up the face of the timid turtle.

"M-Mario destroyed it! T-to save Rosalina!" The Koopa shouted, cowering away from his ruthless ruler.

"Rosalina? I don't remember capturing Rosalina..." Bowser dropped his frightening facade.

"Sire. We found evidence of Dry Bones in the wreckage." A Magikoopa spoke, cautiously confident.

"Bones... What did... I'm going down there!"

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A spark. A second. A third that ignites into a tiny fire at the tip of a match. It illuminates only the claw-like fingers of a thin hand. It sets the match upon a log, obscured for a second as the owner walks past the tiny fleck of light. A puff of air and a tired, elder groan is heard just as the fireplace finally catches, the log bursting into magnificent flames and brightening the entire room. Very familiar this room is by now, same dust, same chair, same old man, but without his book. His hands are, as always, folded politely in his lap. Without the tome covering him and with the fire brighter than usual it's easy to see his frame; very tall, very thin, much matching the long bones of his face and the crooked nooks of his fingers. In addition to the buttons glinting in the firelight, bright orange cuff-links twinkle as their gemmed facades catch whatever rays in a beautiful reflection.

"Greetings again." He says, adjusting himself in his seat. "Tonight's tale is one that may start very familiar. It is a tale of distress, but with a twist. Horror comes in many shapes, though always rooted in the unknown." Trademark enigma, trademark smile. He lifts his hand, a glitter of rings over some of his fingers. He snaps them, a split second sound of scratching bones that gives way to the hissing of an extinguishing fire, a sudden blanket of blackness to end the scene, and start another...

***

She stirred awake, groaning lightly as her eyes fluttered open. She knew she wasn't going to be anywhere nice, with the lovely welcome she'd received from those... Those...

Taking a deep breath she calmed her mind, closing her eyes and focusing. She pulled at her arms; they were chained above her head, keeping her upright and stretched rather tight. Opening her eyes she looked across her body, sitting on a soft chair with her legs stretched out in front of her, ankles locked in padded stocks. Her baby-blue dress was dotted with dirt and small tears from the scuffle she'd had with the minions of that oversized handbag.

She shook her head, trying to clear her uncouth thoughts. Her silver crown wasn't on her head, probably off the same place her wand was. Knowing this crowd they probably kept it it in a question block.

"Star Princess." A gruff voice said through the dungeon door, the clattering of keys against metal heard before it swings open. Clacking against the ground is the marching steps of a small platoon of Dry Bones. Five smaller skeletons and one taller one, who seemed to be the leader.

Rosalina huffed and turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge her captor. She never liked the look of the Dry Bones; too unsightly. Bones sticking out, bleached from exposure and covered in dirt and dust. These ones looked particularly dusty, their bones all had an orange hue.

The leader skeleton adjusted the vine ring that dangled from its neck, obviously some kind of decoration for Bowser's army. "Luma. Give us Luma." It spoke curtly; she never heard one speak before, always assuming they didn't have the brains for it. This one didn't sound much better off really.

"Hmph." She did not look back at him, giving him the silent treatment. She was no stranger to capture, and this would be no different than any other. They wanted her little Luma's power, just like Bowser usually wanted some kind of powerful thing. But they wouldn't get it, Mario would come, and she'd go home.

"Last chance." It spoke again, voice chattering its bones darkly. Of the times she was captured before, she never had this kind of intimidation used on her. But that big lizard's tricks wouldn't work on her. He wouldn't dare lay a claw on her, him or his army. Her continued resistance didn't seem to be a matter for the leader Dry Bones, as it shook its body to rattle its skeleton. The other minion bones followed suit, acknowledging the order and surrounding the princess. She felt gloved bone hands reach and grope for her sparkly pumps, finally making her turn back and gasp out.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this?" She demanded, tugging at her stock-locked ankles as her footwear was removed. This was a direction she did not expect; what were they planning on doing with her shoes? And these were her favorite pair! They were a little on the big side, but then again so were her feet. Wider than most and proportionately long for her height, with surprisingly chubby bubble toes that sat at the end of her very deep arches. She flexed her big feet, the cool air of the dungeon mixing with the heat and sweat that her heels caused her--much to her chagrin. Her toes were unvarnished today; maybe she would have painted them if she knew someone was going to take her shoes off.

Actually no, she would not have, for this.

The hands dropped her shoes, and they inched towards her feet. "Wh-what...?" She started, but the answer was obvious. She bit her lip, she pulled and tugged at her legs, her feet tried to shrink against the padded stocks in any attempt to escape...

"A-AHEEHenNHeeehehe~!" Womanly giggles fluttered out of her lips as two pairs of little hands hit her soles, scribbling and poking along her warm feet. She scrunched her soles up, trying to protect them from the tickly attack, but the wrinkles didn't make her any less ticklish. More poking and prodding, with slow strokes up her soles just tickled away at her. Their gloves were like silk, easily gliding up and down the light layer of sweat on her plush soles no matter how she shook them. It was a gentle tickle, but it was already torture for her. Rosalina rocked the chains as her body swung back and forth, trying to expel her ticklish energy.

"Luma. Give us Luma." The leader Dry Bones repeated, shuddering out another order that made the other minions stop their tickling.

Rosalina panted, already winded as she glared daggers at the creature, defiant. She was ticklish, but a little laughter wouldn't break her. "No." She said simply, staring down the frightful beast.

The bones shook once more, and the tickling started once more. This time it was three hands on each foot, one of them didn't have the soft gloves on. "AA-AIE-YEE-hE-Ha-AaNHeeEe~ A-AEHE-nyehehe-Ee-yehe~!" Yelping laughter burst out of the princess' mouth, making her whole body quake with the force of the ticklish sensations. The bones of the skele-Koopa's hands were stiff and just slightly sharpened. It was digging into the chubby softness of the balls of her feet and it was maddeningly ticklish! The other gloved fingers crawling quickly along her arches and heels were bad too, but they were nothing compared to these claws. Maybe it was because they found a particularly ticklish spot--she did laugh harder and pull more when the tickles got closer to her toes. But it was undeniable how much more ticklish agony was brought upon her by those harder tickles. She laughed and sputtered, pulling hard at the chains in a useless attempt to bring her arms down.

"Luma. Give us Luma." It was like a broken bone record, croaking out its demand and rattling its body to order the ticklers to stop. She was unkempt and frazzled, squeaking out lingering giggles as her feet squirmed, unable to rub against each other to get the tickly tingles out of them. Rosalina shook her head, still full of fight and resistance. That stupid Koopa was starting to get to her though, as if she wasn't creeped out before...

Unfortunately for her the tormenting skeletons had taken note of her weakness, and now all five of them had removed their gloves. She'd have been embarrassed about the squeak she made if she were in a better state of mind. She had no time to think about dignity though, as too many wiggling fingers attacked her big feet. "AIEE-NO-AHAhehe~! NOT-THAHSHSHSTAPSHTAAAHAHAP~!" Her laughter peaked as the tickling consumed her soles once again, all hands working in unison to accentuate her torture. Her toes were held back, pressed hard against the wood of the stocks to keep them from squirming as claws dipped and tickled between and around the stalk of each digit; definitely her most ticklish spot. Not to be outdone the pointed bones along her arches scribbled and danced with a deep cadence into the soft flesh, drawing ticklish sensations out of her feet that she never thought possible, mixing with the toe tickles into the most heinous torture. Her strength was starting to leave her already, trying to kick the hands away but unable to budge from the pin her feet were under. She dangled from her bondage, slumped over and laughing hoarsely, tears dripping into her dirty dress.

"Luma. Give. Us. Luma." The leader spat its mantra, clearly growing impatient with the princess' resilience. The tickling didn't stop this time, poor Rosalina screeched and laughed through the demand, unable to give a reply of anything but tortured mirth.

"NYAAHahA-NO-I-AHAhEHEHE-ICAN'TAHSHEHEEEEHEHE~! JUST-STOPPLEAAAHEHEHE~!" Deep pleading from the woman was all she could do through the frantic cackling, knowing she was growing closer to her breaking point. Her feet, scritched and scratched and red from overstimulation just were not growing any less ticklish, and her body was getting weaker by with each stroke and each pinch from those untiring claws. Her struggling had exhausted, only squirming and twitching as guttural reactions from the ticklish sensations that coursed up her body from her large, helpless feet. The constant staring from the unmoving leader Dry Bones was not helping either; through the ticklishness and unbearable feelings she felt a hint of fright bubble up from within.

"Give Luma. Give Luma! Give Luma give Luma give LumagiveLumagiveLumagiveLumagiveLuma!" The Dry Bones shook, more violently than before as its voice grew darker while pitching up in tone and increasing in volume. Rosalina's eyes, through ticklish tears filled with horror though the tickling never stopped. She cried out in terrified laughter as the large leader bones lurched forward, opening its jaws and clamping them down upon her big feet. It held her by the toes, many bone teeth having found their way between her toes, some planted in the flesh of the balls of her feet. Still shaking, the Dry Bones' head vibrated, like the star-engine of Rosalina's Comet Observatory it hummed and reverberated.

And it tickled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEE-HE-HE-AHHA-AHAAAHA-HEHEHEHE~!" Rosalina's blue eyes practically rolled back in her head as she arched her back, terrifying ticklishness rocketing through her body. The fingers never stopped, and this terrible technique was just too much for her. There was no escaping; she couldn't budge a single toe out of the maw of her captor, teeth sunk into the balls of her feet keeping them firmly in place and vulnerable to the insane vibrations. She'd never been tickled--never been tortured like this before, her mind was starting to slip away from her. She could barely breathe, her voice in desperate gasps through mirthful laughs with eyes and mouth wide in horrible sensation. "AYEH-AHAE--AAhHEehE... ... --I-IWILL-AHAAhe... TELL-AHAHEHEE-LU-AaHAHAEHEE~!" The tickling was too much, she couldn't take it anymore. She needed it to end, she needed the sensations to stop; she needed this tickling terror out of her. Rosalina started to confess, she'd tell and give it all just to get this horrible tickling to sto--

"Oh yeah!
HIYAH!!"
She couldn't comprehend the shouting, and she could barely comprehend the exploding wall, but she did understand the double-helix vortex of fire that consumed the dungeon in front of her, blasting her terrible ticklers into charred mounds of dry dust. She felt the pressure of the jaws loosen as they fell to the ground, their owner consumed in righteous conflagration. There was no more tickling as her glassy eyes watched the column of flames soar passed her and blast through the opposite wall before snuffing out in a grand display. Slumped forward and panting, she turned her sweat-drenched head to look at the fire's origin, matted hair slipping over her face.

"Princess!" The unmistakable voice, spirited and brave as always called out to her, the overall-clad owner sprinting through the hole in the wall to her side.

"M-Mario..." Rosalina replied meekly, still panting deeply. She gave him a lovely, albeit exhausted smile of gratitude, before passing out against him, flopped against her bondage. The hero made quick work of dismantling her chains and the stocks, carefully removing her and--with a quick motion to grab her pumps--made his way to save the day.

---

"Um. Sire." A trooper gulped timidly, standing behind his benevolent, scaly leader.

"What." He didn't turn away from the window.

"Uh... Th-the dungeon, sire. It's destroyed..."

"WHAT!?" The large lizard king roared, turning on his talons to face his meager minion. Bowser snarled, smoking up the face of the timid turtle.

"M-Mario destroyed it! T-to save Rosalina!" The Koopa shouted, cowering away from his ruthless ruler.

"Rosalina? I don't remember capturing Rosalina..." Bowser dropped his frightening facade.

"Sire. We found evidence of Dry Bones in the wreckage." A Magikoopa spoke, cautiously confident.

"Bones... What did... I'm going down there!"