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Soon, the Rose Town inn would hold a yard sale. As a single mother, Gaz's mom couldn't afford remodeling, and she needed to make room for the weary travelers stopping by.

"Gaz, you can't keep your old toys anymore. Haven't you outgrown them?
"But Mom--"
"When is the last time you've played with Mario or Bowser? They're taking up space in your room."
"That's not true! I still play with them. Really. I'm not throwing them out!"
"You won't be throwing them out, Gaz. You've been spending a lot of time with video games and friends... back then, we didn't have the luxuries we did. There's many young Toads out there who can't afford what we have and need something to play with. Your dolls will be loved and enjoyed by other kids. It's better than being left alone in the attic, isn't it?"
"I... guess." Gaz said, looking uncertain.
"Put everything you don't need in this box. Call me when you're ready."

~

Indeed, Gaz hardly touched his dolls for years. In fact, Mario and Bowser were the first guys to go, along with Princess Peach. Then there was Wario and Yoshi and when did he get this green guy here? All the same, Gaz couldn't help setting up the loops for his F-Zero cars to race before boxing them. Too bad some of his homemade Arwings broken. He felt terrible about throwing them away, so he glued a few the best he could. When they fell to pieces again, he frowned. He'd just have to let them go and bury them rather than beat a dead horse.

His heart leaped with nostalgia when he uncovered one of the last items. Geno. He lifted the doll, straightening his blue cape and cap and brushing away all dust. Does the Finger Shot still work? Thankfully, Gaz found it after a little digging around and attached it to Geno's joints. KABAM! His pillow slammed to the wall at the other side. That's awesome.

Nothing ever compared to Geno. Homemade especially for him, Gaz took him everywhere on adventures. They were pirates, ninjas, racers, heroes. Gaz would bolt to his room after school, and there Geno waited on his bed for him. He withstood rough play and broken limbs and sandwich stains on his cape, and Gaz begged begged begged for his mom to fix him, and the doll would be back in the ring, ready for more. Gaz cradled Geno in his arms on long nights, especially those days where it was too dangerous to step outside. More than anything else... Geno made him brave.

Geno is real. He knew he was alive when he wasn't in the room, and he talked to him constantly with the feeling his doll listened to him. Then it happened and regardless of the arrows and people frozen outside, it was the most magical moment of Gaz's life. Geno is going to save us. Which is just what he did.

Mom never saw it. Well, she did, but she denied it. But at least two other people--Geno's new friends--believed him, even if one of them was Mario. The Finger Shot Gaz gave him had been upgraded to do all sorts of cool things, to the point where it shot actual stars. The most incredible feeling anyone could have is knowing your best friend--your favorite toy--turned out to be exactly the kind of superhero you imagined him to be.

Gaz glanced at the box, then back at Geno. No. He hugged Geno tight to his chest, then tucked him beneath his vest. No matter what happens, you're not going anywhere, buddy. I promise.

In the back of his subconscious, it echoed his last words: "Thanks for being a good sport, Gaz."