A/N: (IMPORTANT)

Hello, thank you for giving your attention to this story once again, as you can see, I made some changes, like what I am going to do for my other story here. Consider this a big-Easter-Christmas-Birthday-Whatever present.

Let's be a lesson for all new authors on this sight: It's called READ WHAT YOU WRITE. Seeing that I am now stuck practically re-writing this whole story because of that little fact. Which isn't much of a downfall as it is embarrassing. It's very embarrassing, but it gives you a sense of what grew in your writing ability. So this is a plus for me? Now I am confusing myself. So much for a fresh start, eh?

Either way I hope you enjoy the newly improved Errands and keep an eye out for the new changes in Consequence; coming soon to brower pages near you.

ORIGINGAL NOTE: please to meet you all! As you can see- this is my first story… well, on this website. I also have a DeviantART- but I am not here to advertise myself there, I am here to tell you a tale of epic proportions and most likely fail at it.

Also, I did make a reasonable effort here; after all- you don't get another first impression. So why don't I start it off that crazy, crude and all around mean alt-ego Mr. L? He is slowly taking over everything, so why not join the crowd?

I hope every single one of you enjoys this story and I am super glad to be here.

Errands

It was about time that many citizens of the Mushroom kingdom began to notice something… odd about their resident heroes. Well, not Mario- no- never Mario. They are most likely talking about his younger brother, the green one. You know the one that sits in the shadow and lets his brother hog all the glory. Yeah, that one.

Luigi was strange to begin with, I mean, it's Luigi. Tall, awkward, clumsy, and just all around a neat freak but he had a charm amongst himself that not too many of the citizens seem to notice, or care. But, if you tell them that once upon a time he was a bad guy…That was simply unheard of. I mean, remember, this is LUIGI. He is known for being scared of his own shadow.

Mr. L loved that trait.

So much in fact, that he will abuse every chance he gets to humiliate his better half. One of the many perks in living in someone's head. It was petty, but revenge is revenge and the green thunder will just had to settle with what he has, and revenge is best served with a side of good old-fashioned fun.

Shopping trips were one of his favorite. He would get Luigi in his weakest moment (deciding which brand of cereal to get) and he would throw the Mario brother off guard (by either shouting or giving a brief hallucination). Luigi in the moment would forget that only he could hear the voices in his head and gives a loud shout of anger and distaste- rendering the store in complete silence.

…Even the store music would stop playing. On their way home Mr. L will do nothing but laugh at his displeasure and Luigi will give the normal silent argument and lecture, almost like a chore nowadays. After all, Mr. L is just acting childish. Nothing that needs to be worried over, or better, to inform his super-star-all loving- hero brother that he is hearing voices in his head. Not like he would care, reminds Mr. L in a want of cruel irony.

It's the most fun when Mr. L is able to have more control than usual. One of those rare times when Luigi lets his guard down completely and Mr. L is able to get some control over him, like… when Luigi is writing a list, Mr. L will make sure that EVERY single word is spelled WRONG, knowing that Luigi is a bit up-tight when it comes to spelling and grammar. Or better, during formal events, Mr. L will get his revenge by 'accidentally' throwing himself/Luigi into the buffet. Or him running in to someone who just happens to be Bowser. Thinking that he is picking a fight, which is odd that this is LUIGI of all people. Yet the world continues on, forgetting about the youngest of the brothers entirely.

But despite all of that, Mr. L number one favorite thing to do is making endless duck noises when the younger brother is trying to get a goodnight's sleep….

But going back on track, Luigi is invited to a small tennis match. Mr. L smirks to himself, this should be fun…

End of Chapter

A/N: um... how was I?

Reviews/Critiques will get you some of those delectable, imaginary and down right fictional cookies. Constructive criticism will get you a nice pat on the back. Thank you and see you next chapter…

And another point I should make is that none of the fictional character you had read about above are not mine, seeing that this is Fanfiction and it is on a website dedicated to Fanfiction I can imagine you can get the idea. But still… the Mario brothers are not mine and nor is Mr. L (because if I associated him with the title of a Mario brother he would attempt to kill me in my sleep)… just putting it out there, you know?