Limited Edition
Story by Unknown73 on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
"Mom, pleaseeeee, can I get some money so I can get the special edition of Mario Party 11 from Mr. Bahamut? His mansion is nearby, so I will be back before dinner, promise!"
Bahamut is the mighty dragon who has been living in the neighborhood for 500 years now, and you can see him taking a stroll around the area from time to time. While the dragon would gladly welcome any visitors he deem worthy to see his wide collection of game and anime merchandise, the dragon would also torch anyone that dares to steal them from him. Rumors say that he almost devoured someone 10 years ago for not listening to his warnings and ended up damaging one of his limited Gundam figures. No one dared to keep in contact with him as Bahamut's rage can be easily felt during his walks. (And the fact that he would snort small fires when he is having issues controlling his emotions.)
The child's father, getting tired of the same requests, decided to ask, "Look, Son, we get it, Bahamut got a lot of fascinating toys, but you do know that it's going to be a long, expensive process to buy a game from him, right? Why don't we save up and buy one from the local stores?"
The child pouted, "Because none of them are selling the version where you get to play as Bowsette. I checked the internet, and apparently the same dragon bought all of the special editions so no one else gets to play that!"
The mother, always confused about the games, sighed. "It's just a minor detail, I'm sure you can still enjoy it. I saw you playing that game with the jumping... plumber, and I don't think that we have to spend more money just for that."
"Then... Then... How about letting me spend some time at his house instead? I wanna talk to him, Mooooomm, pleaseeeeeeee." The child proceeds to do his best puppy dog eyes impression.
The parents, thinking that it's a much better alternative, relents. "All right, but you better be nice to Mr. Bahamut! We want you here before dinner time, and promise us you will follow his instructions."
The child smiles brightly, "Yay! I love you, Dad, Mom. I promise!"