Note: This is a request from allthereverwas from deviantart (dot) com. She asked specifically for this topic: 'Mario, Bowser, and Peach, describe Luigi as weak, have an angsty Mario, and include a mass murder.'
Note: I do not think Luigi is a wimp at all, he is actually my favorite out of the two brothers. I apologize if this story is too bloody.
Unintentional Massacres
Are the results of insecurity
She is a princess. End of story. Yes, she was a very pretty princess, but you are a plumber with a wimp for a brother while she has everything she can have in the snap of a finger. Even her castle is lined with the threads of glory that you will never have, but you don't care, as long as you get to stay with your dear princess, everything is fine.
He is a monster. A very big, mean, evil, giant turtle monster. She is blond-a very pretty blond, which means dumb, but she's not dumb, or that's what you tell yourself. The big mean evil giant turtle monster looks like he hates you, but you also look like you hate him. He kidnaps her, all the time, and it's up to you, all the time, to rescue her. Sometimes, the cycle is boring. But it's all you have to be close to her, so you take it.
Sometimes you wonder if she really loves you, because it seems like she's awfully fond of the big turtle monster, but then you learn that it's just an act, she doesn't want to be kidnapped again. That's a relief to you, because you were getting tired of fighting through eight lands to get to a crumbly old castle.
She uses you, and you know it. But you won't admit it to yourself, because she's a princess, a pure-hearted princess like everyone says, right? She wouldn't lie to you, right? Questions are questions and answers are answers, but there's a difference between unanswered questions and questioned answers. You don't know who to believe anymore, because your love still stands unrequited. Unrequited, but true.
You visit your other favorite princess, and she still has her unrequited love for you, but you don't recognize it anymore because of someone blond, pink, and pure. You're not sure if she's pure or not, but she's definitely blond. She suggests you bring her flowers. You take the suggestion and the next day you're at her door, with smoothed out hair and everything, and when no one answers you open the door and-oh. The castle is empty. Eerily empty and creepily still. So you walk in and a silent scream runs through the air. Injured toads scatter the carpet like twisted sorts of decorations, some are whole, some are cut, open even, and the first thought that comes to your mind is the big, mean, evil, giant turtle monster. Except, when you turn around, you find his head mounted on the wall. Next to it, your pretty blond princess. Whole, perfect as perfect can be, but still. Still and dead. The bouquet of flowers drop to the floor, the pink and red petals drowned in a pool of blood. Sometimes, things just aren't meant to be.
But you blame it on yourself and say that it shouldn't have happened this way.
She could've just said no.
She should've said no.
But she didn't.
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