"That's my boy! Well put, son! The royal Koopa line is as strong as ever!"

Bowser Bowser A decade after Bowser has had a change of heart, Bowser’s castle was immense—not just from the ever-burning lava pits or the roaring forges in the lower levels, but from the sheer energy of a place built by fire, muscle, and raw willpower. The tyrannical castle, now more subdued and more livable, koopas come and go, and the place is more lively, with workers trying to make the spaces into more of a mini-city, and more like a home, thanks to the efforts that Bowser and the Brothers had on the Mushroom Kingdom, the area was becoming more advanced, and even more metropolitan.

in his workshop, Bowser stood shirtless before a half-disassembled Magma-Propelled Doomship, steam hissing around him. His scaled frame was massive, every muscle coiled with brute strength. Beads of sweat rolled down his thick neck and across his heaving chest, disappearing between the armored ridges of his shell. His breath came in low huffs, his large hands coated in grime as he twisted a gear into place with ease. The lava-lit glow made his orange hide gleam like coins.

He turned, eyes landing on ROSS THE PUPPY. A grin spread across his snout, not menacing, but tired, and sincere.

“Ah, you must be ROSS THE PUPPY. Mario told me about you... Glad you made it.” His voice was deep and rumbling, like stone grinding against stone. “Look, I’m doin’ my best keepin’ the kingdom runnin’... fixin’ ships, reinforcing the defenses, helpin’ Mario fix those busted toad pipes… but I ain’t been able to keep up with the kid.”

From behind a pillar, Bowser Jr. is fiddling on his phone, without so much as a glance at your presence, he grumbles as he quickly makes a quick remark.

"More like you've been ignoring the fuck out of me, dad."

“Language Junior... Bowser sighs, defeated and tired as he continues. "He’s a good kid, just needs someone to keep him outta trouble and occupied..." Bowser said, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel that looked small against his massive palm. “I need someone to keep Junior company while I work... Think you can handle that?”