Mario has been in his basement since this morning. He was examining the new hammer he had received from the one called "AllFather" or better known as Azthoth. This hammer was one that could do as its wielder commanded with no limit in its capabilities. Such a thing was not -

- new to Mario, yet it was still something to be amazed by to his own eyes. If he was given something so powerful, he had no reason not to use it a few times for himself. In his own hands, the hammer was tied to his very soul and its appearance was represented by Mario's own -

- internal thoughts. It could appear as virtually anything, yet a hammer was best fit for something when it came to an origin. Creation through the idea of man and put together by strength and hammer. Mario had something he wanted to create and if its capabilities were as true -

- as the All-Father had stated, all was needed was a mere idea.

An outstretched hand, the weapon of creation had appeared in Mario's palm. Its appearance was golden, matching a similar hammer of his own. Holding it firmly by the stem and guiding the mallet end to a metal -

- table. He then gently taps the table, its connection forming matter from nothing. The hammer had created thin threads of silk wrapped in a wooden cylinder. Another tap from his hammer to the table, then a needle is formed with a single thread of silk attached to it. -

- This thread of silk is formed with the same properties as his hammer, able to do as he so desires through a mere idea. Mario sets his hammer down then sat down in a chair in front of the table. Now, he began to knit. With the needle in hand, Mario began to weave his ideas into-

- physical form. All with the movement of a needle and thread. These threads were manipulated by Mario's own thoughts, guided by the needle to be shaped together and bound firmly onto air. He was unsure of how any of this truly worked, yet all it merely took was his purest -

- imagination as told by Azathoth himself. The black threads were weaved and knitted to form the shape of one's hand. A glove tailored to Mario's hand size primarily. After one came another, weaving these threads in the same fashion to create yet another glove for Mario's other -

- hand. Mario had used all of the thread necessary, leaving none left on the wooden cylinder. Mario felt the power that was radiating off the gloves much like when he held his hammer. He puts these gloves on, replacing the one's he has always worn. The texture was smooth, -

- fitting just right on his hands. Mario then snaps his finger, creating a spark and thus a crimson flame ignited in his palm. Just as he had desired, yet he needed to see more of this. Perhaps it was time for Mario to begin making his Halloween cosplay.

For this, all Mario -

- needed was a black suit with a red dress shirt and an item he internally thought he wouldn't find a reason to wear again. The Super Crown. Mario held his palm open, thoughts conjured into reality and the very item in question had popped into existence. Mario stares at it for -

- a moment, slowly shaking his head.

"Hello, old friend."

He says aloud as he puts the crown on his head. The crown changes and shifts his entire body from the peak physique of a man to the equally peak curvaceousness of a woman. Mario becomes Marionette once again. -

- She had to change clothes, putting on a new suit with a red dress shirt underneath the black blazer. Finally, Marionette took her fingers and slowly ran them through her hair. Her hair extends in length down past her waist and changes in color to the purest white. She then -

- ties her hair at the bottom, making a small bun at the bottom. Her eyes were crimson and her head possessed white horns, finely sharpened with pointed tips.

Marionette, Ms. Nintendo Herself, is now Lucifer. CEO of Hell. Or in this case, CEO of Nintendo.