Skipping Stones

*Luigi's POV*

I'm nice. I'm too nice.

I had infinity chances to destroy Mr. L's existence, but what did I say?

"Nah, he won't do anything."

So, I decided to let him be my subconscious.

I don't know what happened to me to make me agree to that.

And I know what most people say: "But, Luigi, Mr. L has always been there. He's you, but just better."

I've heard it all before. Bad thing is, I actually agreed to it. I thought, 'Mr. L is me, so he won't be able to do anything without having me agree to it.' So if he wanted to take over the world, as most villains do, I would be able to say, "NO."

But Mr. L has been acting up lately. I'm sure it'll pass, but until then, I have to keep an extra close eye on my actions.

*Mr. L's POV*

There's nothing to do here. It's dark. It's cold. It's damp. And it stinks!

*In a mocking voice* "OH, LET ME KEEP MR. L IN MY MIND SO HE CAN BE MY SUBCONSIOUS! HE WON'T DO ANYTHING! HE'LL BE A GOOD LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING!"

Yeah, nice move, twinkle-toes.

I've tried getting out before. Every plan of mine doesn't seem to work. It's as if someone is constantly planning what I'm going to do next and expects me to fail. It's weird.

But, I'm back with a new plan, suckers!

…Because my last plan didn't end well.

See, my last plan went a little like this:

I think Luigi was planning some kind of dinner date with Daisy and everything went downhill fast. She said she would show up around six, but as time ticked on, no one arrived. Then I got the brilliant idea to just stuff food in Luigi's mouth and make him fat. It was going to be hilarious.

"She's not going to show up. It's eight, she's not coming."

You bettcha. Who would want to date you – HEY! IS THAT SOUP?!

"What was I thinking?"

I don't know, man, but I know what I'm thinking! Get up, get the soup, sit back down, and stuff your face.

"She's got better things to do, anyway."

Yeah, yeah. Now stop complaining and get the soup.

"…Better people to see."

WHO CARES, TWINKLE-TOES?! I WANT THE SOUP! …It smells awesome.

After a good, few, long minutes, he gets the soup, because "she's not coming anyway," and I force him to eat it.

"Why do I even bother?"

Why do I even bother?

"She's probably out dancing."

You should probably stop talking with your mouth full.

"And after a few drinks, everybody's kissing anybody, anyway."

Listen man, I'm enjoying myself here. I was starving before and now I'm eating soup while you go on and on about some girl you're never going to get.

"I'm not too bad looking. I could go out, find a girl. Pick up a chick. Ha, pick up a chick."

Chick…? Chick-Chickens? Are you dating chickens?

And so the night continued on.

But this time,

Oh, this time,

I have a better plan.

PREPARE YOURSELVES, INFIDELS, FOR THE GREEN THUNDER'S RETURN!

AND PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR ANOTHER HUMOR STORY BY PICK-IT HERSELF!

Yeah, so, if anyone bothered to check my profile over the last few months, I've been updating and kept a little note that said my return was due today. Well, I'm back!

I WAS EXPECTING MORE FROM YOU PICK-IT!

Wasn't everybody?

UPDATE UR OTHER STORYIES!

I will, doughnut worry. (yay for horrible puns!)

Happy first day of summer! I hope you have/had/are going to have a wonderful day! It's beautiful where I am.

So, Skipping Stones, uh, it'll be written in short chapters so they are easier to manage, written in POVs like Broken Hearts, and written as if the character is speaking to a confessional. It'll be loads of fun.

Expect:

HUMOR

EVILNESS

K.O.s

HORRIBLE PUNS

AUTHOR NOTES

ROMANCE

and cupcakes. Because nothing is complete without a cake in a cup.

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