Alright, here goes nothing..
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any Mario games.. though I wish I did. However, I do own my original ideas that I incorporate into this story. My imagination, not yours.
Also: I'm going to have to admit, I am a Dimentio fangirl.. forgive me if I begin writing him slightly OOC.
Dimentio awoke from the piles of charred rubble that surrounded him. The sky was awfully bright instead of its darkened midnight from the Chaos Heart. He squinted as he floated upward, awaking from some sort of destruction. He had that strange feeling, similar to when he, O'Chunks, and Mimi would play poker and Mimi would spend the whole night talking of boys and O'Chunks would accuse him of cheating and cause major wreckage. He was cheating, of course, but O'Chunks needed to learn to control his temper.
Things felt... odd. Something strange was going on around him and he couldn't quite remember what it was. Some sort of shock had come over him and he must have been knocked unconscious among the debris. Where had all this debris come from? Where was he? There must be some explanation or reasoning.
It was then that he put his fingers to his face, but pulled them away quickly, feeling that his face burned madly. His mask. Where was his mask? Sanguine blood trickled down to his lips from reawakened scars and wounds. He could remember flashes of green but nothing more. Perhaps it was..? No, it couldn't have been..?
"Mr. L?" Dimentio mused. The Green Thunder was the minion who Nastasia had hypnotized into working for the foolish Count Bleck, or Blumiere, as he was once called. Of course, Count Bleck never knew what Dimentio was planning behind his back. He was glad the Dark Prognosticus had spoken of him, or else none of this would have been possible.
Dimentio continued searching for some sort of clue. After much searching, he found one thing out of place. The slightest trail of Pixl dust. She was Timpani, wasn't she?
Suddenly everything came rushing back…
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"Choppy bubbly yum!" Saffron exclaimed. "Peach, you've managed to impress me again! Where do you learn all these cake recipes, sugar?"
"The Mushroom Kingdom gave me time," the princess replied, blushing at Saffron's appreciation. She wore a tight fitting light pink dress that was much more practical than her princess dress, which she had stopped wearing long ago to avoid all the nostalgia building up in her mind. With the garment, she wore a white chef's apron for her job and her earrings, which she could never give up even if she wanted to.
"Honey, you've got to teach me some of your recipes! I have so much to learn from you!" the chef outburst with glee.
"As do I," sighed Peach, straightening her apron as a customer came into the restaurant. She took their order dutifully, then turned over to the oven and began preparing Spicy Soup. She knew the dish well. She had consumed it the first time she had come to Flipside. Her tears tasted of salt as she tried to make sure none of them went into the food. She wanted to go home, but Merlon said it was impossible to open up transportation to that world again. The only way to go about doing it would be through evil, the evil used by those who had brought them to this strange place. The horror that was once Count Bleck, and was now Dimentio. But Dimentio was surely dead, and she was confident that Blumiere and Timpani were dead as well, living in a sealed portion of the Overthere she couldn't access. She had already tried the Overthere, and the Underwhere.
"Cheer up, sugar!" Saffron said with a smile when she saw Peach crying. "Things aren't so bad."
"Or so you say..." Peach muttered, daydreaming of the days of the Dark Prognosticus, when she and the other three heroes had tried to stop the perils that were coming to this world. The Dark Prognosticus had faded into history, and no more darkness came into this land, except the darkness of people's hearts.
But from darkness, more pages could be formed. Slowly the feather began writing.