This games winner is...

Bowser TF.

Brushing out the pink eraser smudges off the paper, David, a 16 year old who has a strong passion for art, finally finished his drawing of Roy. Just in time too, as he had gone through yet another pencil. David's mission was to draw every single trophy in the game Super Smash Brothers Melee. A very skilled player at this game, he has unlocked every single trophy possible in the game and drawn out almost all of them onto paper with just a seeming endless supply of pencils. Mountains of crumpled up paper and food items littered the floor of his bedroom, making the actual carpet almost impossible to see.

"Alright, let's see what else I have left to draw." David said to himself. Picking up the controller, he scrolled through the trophy gallery to search for the last one he hadn't drawn out yet. He remembers pretty much every single trophy in the game by memory, what the name of it is, how he got it, even how to draw it out. "Aha! There you are!" He stopped scrolling on to a trophy of Bowser, the one you get when you beat Adventure mode with him. David pressed A, and adjusted the trophy of Bowser into the best pose for drawing him in.

Just as he set it right into position, David fished his hand into his pencil box and felt nothing but the plastic coating. "Are you kidding me?" David turned his head towards the pencil box and found nothing in it but eraser chucks and small bits of lead. David sighed and sank into his swivel chair, now looking at the clock perched above his drawing desk. 7:12. David knew he had to be out of the door by 8:00 for the bus or else his parents would get very angry at him, but he ran into a problem. Normally, his drawings of the trophies would take at least two hours, depending on what he was etching out. By the looks of Bowser however, this would probably take much longer than David wanted it to be.

He was now stuck between two choices: he could start working on it now and finish the drawing after he got back from school or, just continue working on it and drive to school later once he was done working on it. The thing with the first decision thought was that when he started to make drawings, he would get glued into doing them, only stopping to use the bathroom every once in a while. "Ohh what to do…" David sighed. He then finally made up his mind. "Fuck it; I'll just go to school later." Getting up from his chair, he began to search for a pencil around his house. First, he searched his room. Looking under his mattress, under piles of paper and potato chip bags, and in his closest that was buried with piles of clothing and paper. Nothing but litter.

Annoyed, David opened the door to his bedroom and began to scavenge his entire house for just a single pencil. He lifted up couches, looked in the bathroom, even in his garage, but there was nothing. It seemed to him every pencil in the world disappeared. "Jeez, I'm tired now." Stuttered David as he walked out of his basement, exhausted from lifting up so many objects in his house. "Need to… sit for a bit." David began to wobble towards a black leather arm chair to rest on until he caught his breath. David struck his arms out on the arm rest of the chair and began to lower himself down and flopped on the chair like a dead fish. But, something stabbed into his back when he sat down. David shrieked and jolted up from the chair in pain.

"Shit. Was that a bee or something?" David said in pain, rubbing his back. He turned his body towards the chair, rubbing his butt, to find the culprit. "Yes! Finally!" What stabbed David was a pencil jutting out of the back cushion, pointing straight up. Eager, David snatched it from the chair to inspect it to see if it was a real pencil. It was real alright but had some very strange properties. The whole pencil was entirely jet black. The lead, wood, even the eraser. The pencil looked as though somebody spray painted it with sleek black paint. Even the grip was odd. Rather than having a smooth, soft grip like other pencils did, this one had a rough grip, as though if you were to touch it, you would get a splinter.

This however, did not happen to David. As he was holding it, it was very hot to the touch, but didn't even look like it was on fire at all. Further inspecting it, he noticed a strange symbol on the upper part by the eraser. It was faint, but it looked like the letter B with strange designs going around it. "B huh? It must stand for Badass!" David said in excitement. Regarding its strange properties, David put it in his pocket and rushed back upstairs into his room. When he walked in, the room was hot due to leaving the game on for a long amount of time. David began to get ready to draw the Bowser picture out. Whipping out a fresh piece of paper from under his desk, re posing the trophy of Bowser, and finally pulling out his newly found pencil, and began to create him on his paper.

Even the pencils mark was different from others. Rather than having a grayish tint to it like most other pencils do, this had a pure black one, as if it were a marker of some sort. David thought this however was an advantage to him, as the lines will be more vivid with just one line, rather than multiple ones. Every few seconds, David would have to switch hands due to the pencil over heating another. Luckily for him, he was ambidextrous. He began to break up in a sweat as he drew, for David was going at it pretty tough.

Every limb slowly became into detail. The big muscular arms, the huge bloated belly, the short but sinister tail, and finally the spiky turtle shell were finished in full sharp detail. David found it very difficult to shade. Every time the lead came in contact with the paper, it would leave a black spot, no matter how light he was holding it. David decided to not bother with shading for now, for he was already running late for school by now. "Finally, done." He lifted up his new made drawing into the sunlight coming through his window to inspect it.

Every little detail was pure black even in the sunlight. So dark that the drawing cut through the sunlight, leaving a shadow of it on the floor.

"Ok. Now let's get ready to go." The bus had already long passed his house, so he needed to drive to school in his car. David turned off his GameCube, flicked the lights off at his desk, put the drawing of Bowser in his book bag and closed the door to his room. As he walked out of his house, he began to feel a sharp pain in his right upper arm. David shrugged it away, thinking it was from drawing for such a long period of time. David opened the door to his car, the pain increasing, and climbed in to it.

As David was driving, he reached into his book bag to get the Bowser picture out just to observe it again. When he fished it out, he saw something was wrong right on the spot. One of Bowsers spiked bracelets was gone on his upper right arm. It looked as if it was never even draw onto the paper. His attention was broken when he heard a ripping sound coming from his arm, ripping his hoodie down the length of his arm. Almost losing control of his car, David swerved all over the road but regained control at the last second. Wondering what the hell just happened, David pulled into a nearby BP gas station. As he took the keys out, David noticed something shining on his arm and was stunned to find silver spikes popping out of his upper right arm!

David scrabbled to take off his hoodie, ripping it even more in the process, and saw it was a black metal spiked bracelet! "What the hell? I don't remember putting you on. I don't even remember owning one!" David said out loud in confusion. He attempted to take it off by pulling it with his other arm, but he panicked when it wouldn't budge. It felt as if the bracelet was attached to his skin, not ever wanting to come off. David could see his twisted reflection in the silver spikes, the metal of them cold to the touch.

That is what David was observing on his left arm, yet another metal spiked bracelet popped out of his tee shirt, creating a huge tear going down his arm. "What the fuck?" David yelled. He glanced back at his paper to find Bowsers upper left arm bracelet gone just like the first one. David was extremely scared and confused at this point, not knowing what was going to happen to him next. In a panic, David opened the door to his car and stepped out, with the drawing in his hand. As he closed the door, David noticed the paper changing and looked at the paper again and his jaw dropped on what was missing now, the tail. Sure enough, David began to hear ripping sounds of his shorts tearing. David sprinted across the parking lot into the nearby gas station bathroom, afraid of what people might see.

Some people in the store were watching David wondering what he was doing. He instantly opened the door, locked it and fell on the ground of the bathroom panting when he felt his tail bone extending outwards towards the ground. He screamed in pain and agony as he saw a yellow tail sprout out of his shorts, making them rip completely and fall onto the ground. David felt the tail on him, and heard the cling of two bone like spikes coming out of it.

The growing finally stopped and stumbling onto his feet, David put his hand back in curiosity behind him to feel his new tail. It felt like very rough leather, as if it was used for years. The two daunting spikes at the end combined with the vibrant yellow color made David shiver. He began to wag it a little bit, getting used to the new muscles and blood flow in it. David felt very awkward doing so, not even used to having a tail at all.

This can't be happening to me, David thought. All of the sudden, David began to feel very hot inside. It was as if his internal organs and bones were up in a raging inferno. The heat triggered David to strip all of his clothing, down only to his boxers that somehow managed to survive the tail. Curious, he looked at the paper he set on the sink to see what was going to happen next and what was missing made David sick to his stomach. The bracelets on his wrist were gone along with the two horns on the side of Bowsers head. A sudden knock on the bathroom door startled David as he began to grow out horns, cracking and popping every second. "Hey, is anyone in here?" a voice from beyond the door asked. David was in too much pain to talk, as if he couldn't talk at all. He felt as if there were twenty jackhammers smashing on his head were the horns were growing out in a slow pace. "Yeah, I'll be out in a few minutes." David managed to say in a much deeper, more evil voice.

He put his hands over his mouth, the bracelets on his wrist almost stabbing into him. This is not happening to me, David thought, this can't be true! "I'm turning into…" His thoughts were cut off when his eyes met the mirror. A little more happened to him than David even expected or even felt happen to him. Not only were the horns looming on the side of his head (that also replaced his ears, leaving two holes on the side of his head), his hair sharply grew out very long, flaring across the top of his head, along with his eye brows and both turned into a fiery red tint.

He also saw his skin around his eyes was a pure, scaly green now and the area around his mouth had a very light tint of yellow to it. Finally he also saw his eyes turned from a dark green to an extremely vibrant blue, as one of Bowsers. He also felt something constricting his neck and saw that the spiked neckband had appeared as well. David opened his mouth to say something, but rather a huge wave of fire came blasting out of his mouth, completely incinerating the mirror and leaving a huge black mark on the wall behind it. David's mouth was on fire at this point, his gums and teeth completely burnt to the bone in a bloody mess.

A couple of tears trickled down David's face, sizzling on the way down as the next part of the transformation began. David felt his entire mouth and nose begin to muzzle outwards and upwards, completely rearranging the contents of his mouth and nose. David collapsed onto his knees in super pain. The clanking of David's teeth echoed the bathroom, along with the cracking and growing of bones in his jaw area. He felt the back of his neck sink into his spine much more, making him hunched back permanently as his transformation dragged on.

David felt his tongue set farther back and his teeth being replaced with razor sharp fangs, stabbing his gums and making them bleed even more. David felt the rest of his skull change shape, rearranging his brain and eyes. This to him was the most painful part, as it felt like his eyes were being kicked out of their sockets. After what seemed like ages, the transformation of his entire head was over. Pools of blood stained the bathroom floor along with the shreds of his clothing.  David found the energy to pick himself off of his knees and onto his feet. When he looked into the other mirror, he wasn't looking at David anymore; rather he was looking at Bowser, but in real life.

At this point, all of David's skin turned to a yellow tint, except for his stomach area, which was white with blocky stripes going down his upper chest to his groin. David rolled his neck backwards, finding it very strange to do so, not being used to having such a huge head. David saw out of the corner of his eye his paper change once again. David swiped the paper off the sink and found this time, multiple things were missing now. Bowsers legs, torso, and arms vanished, leaving only the hollow spiked shell on the paper.

A strange rumbling sound filled the air and echoed the bathroom. David looked down at his torso area and saw it begin to bulge out; making his feet disappear under the fat. As his belly was growing, David roared in pain as he felt his legs collapse downwards and back, making them shrink and the veins and muscles change as well. His toes fused together and David felt that there were only three toes now with sharp bone like claws on the end of them. His belly still growing outwards and his internal organs beginning to shift around, the pain went from David's legs to his arms as they began to change as well by gaining much more fat and somehow not breaking off the bracelets. His hands began to change as well as he felt one of his fingers burn away. The cracking of bones went with the growing of the hands it seemed to David.

On the end of each finger, a huge claw jolted out of them, creating an atrocious pain as the bones and muscles rearranged. David was now Bowser almost, in the absence of the shell. He couldn't even move. The pain pulsing through his new legs and arms was too much for David, as he fell belly first on the ground, making a slight rumble. And that is when the final part of the transformation began. It felt to David as if someone put a huge clamp on his entire back and was pulling it outwards as the shell began to form from his scaly skin. David felt enormous pressure on his back as the shell continued to grow, totally rearranging his neck, arms, spinal cord, and legs as the fell into the shell.


David clenched his fist err, claws, in pain as the shell continued to form on his back. At the end of it, David felt small pulling sensations on his shell as the spikes began to shoot up out of it, slightly changing the frame of the shell. Breathing very heavily, David felt that the transformation was over. He felt as if he went to hell and back. Jeez, David thought, why did this have to happen to me? Stiffly, David pushed himself up from the ground with his new muscular arms and stabilized on his new feet. While standing, David felt the weight from his shell push him down quite a bit, but he managed to stay up on his legs.

He noticed the paper was completely blank, as if it were brand new. David didn't even want to look into the mirror, but his senses seemed to force him to do so. The first sight of what he was looking at was expected, the entire form of Bowser, just not animated. David saw the veins in his arms and legs, pulsing with every heart beat. In anger, David used all his might and punched the mirror, making it explode into a thousand pieces and scattering all over the bathroom. I'm a monster, David thought, I can't ever be seen in the public ever again. He began to break down in tears, knowing he will have to live the rest of his life as Bowser.

He might not like it a whole bunch, but David decided to make the best of it, knowing he was an unstoppable battle machine now. In curiosity, David reflected back onto Super Smash Brothers Melee, thinking of what his new capabilities were. He pulled his arms and legs back into his shell, along with his head and tail. Wow, David thought, this is kind of fun. Using all of his powers, David began to spin uncontrollably, shredding a nearby bathroom stall into metal shreds along with the remains of his clothes and leaving huge dents in the slate walls. As he stopped spinning, David didn't even feel dizzy at all, as if he was used to doing that.

He poked his head and limbs out of his shell and looked upon the destruction he did to the bathroom. Crap, David thought, I gotta get out of here. But if I open the door, everyone outside will see me and run away. Whatever, people outside probably heard me already. What could go wrong? David began to wobble over to the door, getting used to his new weight. Rather than opening the door (his hands were too big for the handle) he instead punched it off its hinges, making it fly into the air and leaving a huge hole in the wall.

When David looked out into the gas station parking lot, he found a little more than a few people, rather every police officer in town, hiding behind their patrol cars. David heard a rotor noise and looked up to see a helicopter flying over head. "There it is, Fire!" He heard the yell from one of the police officers and in almost perfect unison, all of the cops began to fire their weapons at David. He flung into his shell to protect himself from the bullets.

All of the bullets bounced off of his shell uselessly, as if they were simple pebbles. "What? It isn't dying! Keep firing!" The continuous ping of the bullets began to annoy David, making him angry. In a furious roar, David popped out of his shell and unleashed an enormous wave of fire, incinerating every police officer behind their squad cars, and making the cars explode one after another. David felt like he was in a huge battle zone, explosions erupting all around him at this point, sending large chunks of twisted metal and glass into the gas station store. But that wasn't the worst part. David saw that a spark was about to ignite a gas pump. Crap, David thought, better embrace myself.

Just as David withdrew into his shell, the gas pump exploded. David felt the wave of the fire blasting against him, pushing him backwards about 10 yards into a nearby field. The heat around David was tremendous now, over 1000 degrees. However, David wasn't affected at all; rather it increased his own fire power by taking in some of the flames. The shockwave of the explosion spread throughout the town, making houses collapse, flipping cars onto their sides, sending people vaulting into the air, too much for David to even think about. For him, this wasn't the end at all; rather it was the beginning of his new life….and battle.