Olly, or King Olly, sat on his throne within the now folded walls of what once was Princess Peach’s castle.

His plan was coming to fruition. Many cranes littered the room, but so many were yet to be made.

It was only a matter of time before that meddling flat-bodied plumber arrived, along with his… sister.

His sister.

No matter. Now was not the time to be thinking of Olivia. He had better things to do while he waited.