Chapter 1
AHH! I'M WRITING! IT'S A MIRACLE! Anyway, that aside, this is going to be the first of my "Heart" series. I did Luigi because not only do I like him, but it seems almost everyone else does too. Hope you enjoy!
"How does he do it?"
I sigh, looking out the window. I've stayed home, again, because Mario had to trek over to Bowser's to rescue Princess Peach…again. But, honestly, how can he stand being called every single time and then spending several days out on another life-threatening, scary, crazy adventure every time Peach is captured? I consider myself pretty patient, but Mario must have some sort of never ending supply. But then again, how in the world could the princess get captured so much in so little time, or at least, be in danger?
I don't think I would understand it too well, though. It's rare to see me on an adventure with Mario. I don't know why people think I'm a big, green scaredy-cat when I don't follow my brother like a little lost puppy. Have you seen some of the things we, or more often, my bro has to fight? I'm just being cautious, plus I will admit, I'm a bit paranoid. OK, fine, more than a bit, but my statement still stands.
Time and time again, my bro has gone to save the princess while I just stayed home. He probably has a better time focusing too, without my paranoia running my mouth for me. That and not only does he have to dodge, jump, hit, and swim through everything and worry about how much time he has before Bowser sets up another of his shenanigans, he also has to worry about me being able to make it through, keep myself from falling on my face, since I have that tendency, and if I can keep up. I may be faster and slightly more agile, but he's more experienced.
I look out the window, twidling and tapping my fingers. The sun is setting, marking the sixth day that Mario has been gone, off rescuing Peach. I know it usually takes a while anyway, but this is taking longer than the others. He should be home by now, cracking up and telling me about all the things that happened. I let the fears I've always had when he's gone move to the front of my mind.
Has he been killed when he didn't have an extra 1-up? Most likely not; Mario has getting amazingly good at dodging and fighting and he is extremely conservative with his items. Still, there is a small possibility of it. What if he's alive but severly injured, unable to move? Again, probably not. What if he has been captured and is now being held against his will?
The last "What if" makes me shudder. I'm not too worried if it's Bowser. He would ruff him up a bit at the most, even if he is a little diabolical. Sure, Mario and Bowser have those battles all the time but, they're on surprisingly good terms with each other. No, it's actually a different foe I'm truly worried about.
Mario and I together have made quite a few enemies, but none of them, except one, is as horrid as him. That is my opinion, though, of course. He calls himself The Master of Dimentions, Pleaser of Crowds, Dimentio. He's a phsycotic, manipulative, diabolical jester. He used Mario, Bowser, Princess Peach, the people he worked with, and me to get what wanted; he wanted to destroy all worlds, and create a world where he ruled, his idea of a perfect world. Even though we all fought him, I got up close and personal, way more than I ever wanted to.
First off, he used me. He used me as a, destructive, I don't know…THING! According to some book of dark and evil prophecies called the Dark Prognosticus, I was "the man in green", the one that could either save or destroy all worlds. When I think of what could have happened, I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. Sadly though, that is only one thing. More happened than just that.
Dimentio and the group he was working with, cough cough was going to use and betray cough cough, brainwashed me to make me into one of their minions. I became an arrogant, loud, obnoxious, dramatic, egotistical mechanical genius called Mr. L. Mr. L was my dark counterpart, using everything bad about me or something not part of me at all to be an evil mastermind. Count Bleck and Nastasia also used my twinge of jealousy towards my brother against him.
I feel tears starting to prickle the back of my eyes. They start to well up in my eyes. I quickly wipe them away and get up from the table. Sitting around moping isn't going to get anything done. My head hangs low as I watch my feet. I was wearing a green t-shirt, jeans, and my brown shoes. My ungloved hands wipe at my eyes at my command to wipe away tears as I hear the mailbox close. I raise my head and see Parakarry flying away. Maybe Mario's coming home now.
I open the door and shut it behind me. I reach into the mailbox and sift through the envelopes. Letters from Brooklyn, probably Mom, Dad, and Pauline, (harassing Mario), then a few taxes, (we can't live here completely free, sadly), and junk mail. I reach an envelope that is yellow with writing in purple pen. There's no return address; that's strange. My brow furrows as I carefully slit the envelope open and unfold the letter. As I read, I can feel all the blood drain from my face and I go pale.
CLIFFHANGER! I am evil! Thank you and please review! Hope you liked it!~Avery
