DTOTF: Hi! This my first Mario fic so I decided it would be about Count Bleck/Blumiere and Tippi/Timpani from Super Paper Mario. I'm sorry that if you haven't finished the game before reading this as I guess this would spoil the ending but still. I wanted to do this after playing the game and/or looking at artwork of the two before Blumiere became Count Bleck. So, ahem. I do not own the two but I've forgotten what Bleck's dad's real name is or it's the fact that I actually watched a few cut scenes (the one after the first chapter the first time Bleck remembers Timpany and then the chapter cutscene before you go to Castle Bleck) when my brother and mom were playing it. So I really hope you enjoying this spoiler story and I'm sorry that it's a spoiler.

NOTE: I drew a picture of what I think it was like after Bleck was transformed back into Blumiere (if he did, that is because I've never seen his, Mario, Bowser, Luigi, Peach, and I think Dimentio's battle) and I put Tippany instead of Timpany.

NOTE 2: This is not in italics (as the flashback stories I write usually are) as it is actually from Bleck's memories and it probably happened not too long ago.

NOTE 3: In Bleck's first memory, he recalls Timpani saying that he'd had a nasty fall from a nearby cliff and that he was slightly disgusted at finding himself in a human's house after waking up and in his second memory, he recalls saying that it was hard sneaking out of the castle after that inccident so this is how it s'pposedly went before the beginning of the first flashback.

NOTE 4: Bleck said at one point that he was the prince of the Tribe Of Darkness. I dunno what he wore but it was probably something classy.

NOTE 5: I am very well aware I have just ruined the whole thing so forget I said anything in these notes. I am also aware that note one was completely unneccassary.

Proulog-A Nasty Fall

"So... This is the town beyond the castle's village? How intriguing..."

Prince Blumiere of the Tribe Of Darkness walked (or floated--whichever you prefer) slowly to the edge of the top of the cliff he stood on, looking out at the town below and remembering how he had wanted to see it since he was naught but a toddler.

Flashback

"Blumiere. Blumiere. Blumiere, where are you?"

"Right here, father."

"What are you looking at?" Blumoone said as he walked up behind his young son, who was staring out at a town from the window.

"That place right there," Blumiere said, pointing to it. "What is it, Father?"

"That? It's the village of Karuna. It is inhabited by people not of the Tribe Of Darkness." The young prince looked back at the village absetnmidedly.

"I want to go see it some day."

"Maybe when you are older. You are naught but a little child at the moment, my son." Blumiere looked down, disappointed.

"I understand."

End flashback

As Blumiere thought back to the day he created this dream, he unfortunately did not notice that the cliff did not provide landing at the front just a few feet below the edge and as soon as he realized that the cartoon effect of standing in thin air for a few seconds before realizing it, he dropped down, flailing his amrs (if possible) and, um... legs is that was even true as he fell, screaming bloody murder.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

BAM

"OOF!!!!!!!!!!!!! CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed before closing his eyes and shutting up/becoming semi-concious.

As Blumiere flailed and screamed, a young girl with long red hair that had wite streaks rainbow-colored bangs with a multi-colored butterfly pixl-shaped hair bow wearing a white dress and white slipper shoes looked towards the cliff to see him free-falling/cliff-diving, his blue hair smacking against the air as he fell.

"Oh no!" she muttered when he landed, screaming in pain. She rushed over to him and knelt down to her hands and knees beside him. "Are you OK, sir? Are you hurt?" Blumiere groaned and opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused as he stared into the beautiful gray eyes of the girl fretting about his serious and possibly mortal fall.

"No..." he moaned. "I-I think I broke something... Who are you, miss...?"

"My name is Timpani. What's yours?"

"B-Blumiere..." he muttered before losing conciousness again.

"Blumiere," Timpani repeated. She stroked his dark blue hair. "I'll take care of you... Don't worry a bit."

Timpani's house

"Father? Are you home?"

"Timpani," her father Timothy said, surprised at seeing her carrying someone blue-haired and unconsious on his daughter's back. "Who on Earth do you have there?"

"He said his name was Blumiere," Timpani replied. "While I was out, I heard screaming and saw him falling from a cliff. He seemed terrified. I went to check if he was OK and he said he thought he broke something. I couldn't just leave him to die in pain. I'm too generous for that. I would feel bad if that was the case. He's been moaning alot all the way here. Could he stay until he heals a little? Please, Father?" Timothy looked at Blumiere, who really was unconsiously moaning in pain and even seemed to be that wya himself.

"Of course he can, dear. I know how hospitable you are. But we will need to contact his parents about this so they don't think he was kidnapped. We can wait and get the information we need after he wakes up."

"OK. Thank you for letting him stay, Father."

A few hours later

Blumiere stirred, not opening his eyes though. He felt pain in his head and right arm so he figure he cracked his skull slightly and that the arm was what he felt like was broken.

"Huh? Where am I? It's warm and feels pleasent in here. Wait... Do I smell human?" He slightly opened his eyes. "That's because this is a human's house! BLECHH!!!!!!"

"Quit squirming please. You've taken a nasty fall from one of the nearby cliffs." Blumiere's eyes focused and he recognized the one talking as Timpani, the girl he had met after his fall from said cliff who asked if he was OK and that they had told the other their names before he lost consiousness(again).

"Why are you helping me? Do I not disgust you? I am of the Tribe Of Darkness. Am I not repulsive?" He wasn't trying to be rude or anything. He was actually greatful that someone he barely knew was helping him when he was injured. Timpani smiled lightly.

"Of course not. I don't care what you look like. You would have to not have a kind, pure heart to ignore someone very injured in physical or soulful appearence." Blumiere slightly smiled back.

"That's a kind thing to say. Before I lost consiousness earlier, did you say your name was... Timpani?"

"Yes. My name is Timpani. You are Blumiere, right? I guess you must recall that little awkward introduction, no?"

"I do remember... And I also remember saying something felt broken. Is there? Is something broken?"

"Yes. Your right arm is. I have healed some of your injuries with medical herbs but I cannot completely heal them. My father said you could stay here until you feel a little better. Would you like that?"

"Yes... but that is being too kind to someone like me but it is OK if you don't mind it. I will have to tell my father, of course, so he doesn't get the wrong impression."

"If you tell us where you live and who your parents are, we will be able to contact them. By where you fell from, I get the feeling it's in a town beyond this one atop the cliff."

"Yes... This is Karuna Village, isn't it?"

"Yes. You said you were of the Tribe Of Darkness?"

"Yes. My title in our tribe is Prince Blumiere and my father's is King Blumoone. Our tribe inhabits the next village, the town of Dark. My home is Castle Darkness."

"OK. We will send a note to your father to let him know you are here and when you are feeling better, you can go home. Rest for now, Prince Blumiere," Timpani said, placing a hand gentley on his chest. "You are in good hands."

"Thank you miss," Blumiere said, lightly smiling again and placing one hand over hers. "You are too kind." As he drifted back into unconsiousness, he added, "And please... Just call me Blu... mi... ere..."

Timpani smiled as she watched for a few minutes of his sleeping with the smile still on his face. She pushed a few strands of his blue hair