The man shivered as the breeze swept across the grassland. He had just left the boundaries of the barren forest, as he made his way to a growing structure in the distance. He looked at the mansion, in all of it's glory. It was a bit over a decade old, but none the less looked liked the day it was built. He opened the large door, and closed it behind him, stepping into the main hall.

Mario took off his jacket, and hung it on the ridiculously long coat rack. He had made this journey for the fourth time, and the coat rack looked even longer than the last time he was here. Of course he was the first one there; it had been that way since the first invitation. The sudden thought made him take out the wrinkled envelope with a red seal on it. He sighed, hopping the rest of the Smashers would make it through the somewhat chilly season of late winter.

"Master Hand! Are you-a home!?" Mario cried. The sudden echo made him realize how big the mansion truly was this time around. The strange structure had a tendency to get bigger every visit. Mario concluded,"Hmm, I guess even I'm earlier than-a Master Hand...," He took off his hat, and pondered with with it for a while. He expected Master Hand to be home around dinner time.

With nothing better to do, Mario decided to take his luggage and visit his room. He would be there for a while. The stair way was rather large, but they didn't use to call Mario "Jumpman" for nothing! In a single bound, Mario leapt to the balcony of the stair way. He chuckled to himself, knowing he wouldn't be the only Smasher to showboat before long. Satisfied, he continued making his way.

Now, as big as the mansion was, it was luckily equipped with a navigation system (and by that, I mean signs posted around the mansion). He took the direction of the arrow leading to the "Residential Quarters", saving the indoor gym for later in his stay. As usual, he got room "01," and under the number said his name, "Mario" Feeling curious, he checked the other room numbers, but all it said under them was, "?" "Figures," Mario said, as he went into his room to begin settling in...

The sun was setting as Mario sat on his couch, playing "Super Mario Maker" for the Wii U. Being Nintendo's main man, it was only natural for him to get perks, some better than others. He had just finished playing one of his created levels, when a booming voice made him flip over and his hat fell off. "IS ANYBODY HOME?!" bellowed Master Hand, in a voice Mario was all too familiar with. Though he wasn't really THAT annoyed, as he shut off his Wii U, and dashed out the door to join Master Hand for dinner.

Mario was stuffed as he swallowed his last piece of Starman Cake. Being the gentleman of a plumber he was, he took it upon himself to make dinner, his signature Mushroom Pepperoni Pizza with Spaghetti, and even dessert, Peach's secret Starman Cake recipe, whom of course would share it with Mario. The thought of Peach made Mario's heart flutter. His train of thought was soon interrupted by Master Hand. "Oh, Mario! That was one of the best meals I've had in a LONG time!" The plumber was used to such compliments, and took the token of gratitude rather humbly.

"I gave it my-a best! After all, it's what I do! But Master Hand.." The floating hand embodiment began moving slower, anticipating Mario's question. "...why aren't all the resident rooms marked?" concluded Mario. The hand thought of his answer, before eventually confessing, "Well, this time around, I didn't want to give any spoilers, besides, there'll be a lot of smashers this time around!" Mario's eyebrow arched, as he groomed his mustache. "How many smashers?" he asked. "Oh, just over 58 or so..." Master Hand replied. Mario down taunted, and then excused himself to his room.

58. 58 SMASHERS! The thought kept running through Mario's head. So we're the mixed emotions. On the bright side, at least he would get to know some new faces. Plus, no wonder there were so many residential rooms! Mario began to chuckle to himself again, as he began getting ready for bed. By the end of the evening, Mario was in his favorite Fire Flower-themed pajamas, sipping a cup of hot milk. He took off his hat and gloves, put on some headphones, and turned it to the Mushroom Kingdom's relaxing tunes. He drifted off to sleep, imaging fights of both the past and future...