So, you're probably wondering why 100 Mushroom Kingdom One-shots has a new name now. I guess I owe you all an explanation.
I've decide to cancel it.
Lately I've been stressing myself out trying to come up with ideas for new one-shots, and I just can't take it anymore. It's just becoming too hard to continue updating 100 Mushroom Kingdom One-shots, and I'm sorry to everyone who wanted to see me finish. I'm not ready for such a challenge, and I wasn't even when I started. But I'm not sorry that I did start; it was fun for me.
All of the one-shots I wrote (Save for a couple I wasn't proud of) have been proof-read (Some were even slightly edited to make them better!) and they will all uploaded to this story in one sitting.
It was a quiet summer evening at Castle Bleck, and Mr. L was feeling restless and wanted to get of the castle for a little while. But he didn't want to go out alone; running around somewhere and burning energy would be more fun with a friend. So he searched Castle Bleck and soon found that friend.
"Hey, Dim?"
The jester looked up to find Mr. L standing over him.
He sighed. "What is it, L? Can you see I'm trying to read?"
Mr. L shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you want to mess around outside for a while."
Dimentio looked out the nearby window. "Getting rather dark, isn't it?"
"There's enough light to see by."
"Fine. What will we do?"
"Awesome! I found an old soccer ball the other day. There should some air left in it; we can kick it around."
After Mr. L got the soccer ball, the two friends walked until they came across an abandoned field with overgrown grass and weeds up to their waists.
"It doesn't seem like a good idea to mess around here..." Dimentio mused. "Are you sure it will be safe with all this tall grass?"
"Of course it's safe here. Just watch out for rabbit holes."
"As long as you're sure…"
Dimentio was still a little unsure about running around and playing with a soccer ball in such tall grass, but nonetheless enjoyed a one-on-one game with Mr. L.
After some time of kicking the ball around and trying not to trip, they both grew tired and sat down to rest.
"Lovely evening, isn't it?" Dimentio said looking up at the light fading in the sky.
"Yeah," Mr. L took off his hat to feel the cool breeze run through his brown hair. "I'm glad we did this; it's really nice out here!"
After a little while Mr. L stood up and practiced bouncing the soccer ball on his knee.
He bounced it extra high then kicked it as came down.
"Heads up, Dim!"
Before the boy could react the ball hit his back. He turned around.
Mr. L!" he said mock shock. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you did that on purpose!"
"Give me a break. I didn't try to hit you with the ball."
"I'm sure you didn't."
Dimentio stood up and started chasing Mr. L. When he caught him he playfully acted like he was going to kill him.
"I'll show you what happens when you kick balls at me!" he said laughing.
Also laughing, Mr. L pushed the younger boy away and ran.
"You can run but you can't hide~" Dimentio called out in a sing-song voice.
"Come and get me, jester!" Mr. L said, still laughing.
Dimentio chuckled. "Don't think I won't."
A few moments later he heard Mr. L cry out in surprise.
"L? What happened?"
"My leg got caught on some weeds and I fell." Mr. L explained with a groan. He tried to stand up then fell and cried out again, this time in pain."
"L? Are you alright?" Dimentio asked sounding worried.
"No. I-I think I hurt my ankle when I fell. I can't get up, Dim!"
"Where are you? I'll help you up."
"Over here!"
Dimentio sighed. "Not helpful." He floated high into the air.
"Hey, I see you!" Mr. L called out to him.
"I still don't see you, though. Can't you wave or something?"
"I am waving! Can't you see my hand?"
Dimentio cursed under his breath. He couldn't see any movement in the grass at all.
"It's getting too dark," he finally said. "And the grass is too tall!"
Suddenly he had an idea. He created a ball of yellow energy and shot it into the sky above. It exploded filling the field with light for a few moments.
In those few moments, Dimentio managed to locate his friend.
"Ah, there you are!" He floated down to him.
"Geez, what was that?" Mr. L asked. "I thought I would go blind!"
"You shouldn't have been looking right at it," the boy said holding his hand.
Mr. L took it and Dimentio teleported both of them home.
"It's not broken," Count Bleck said, looking at Mr. L swollen ankle. "But you definitely twisted it a little."
It was a few minutes after Dimentio had gotten both himself and Mr. L back home. Count Bleck had been waiting for them, wondering where they had gone. After hearing Mr. L had gotten hurt, he helped Dimentio get the Green Thunder to his room.
"It should be fine in a few days," the count was saying. "Just be careful not to walk too much. I'll go make an ice pack for it."
"Thanks, count," Mr. L said with a sigh.
The count left and Mr. L leaned back in his bed and sighed. The next few days were going to be pretty boring for him; seeing as he wouldn't be able to move around much.
Dimentio, who had been quietly floating near the doorway the whole time, sat down on the side of the bed and sighed. "I feel like this is my fault. I shouldn't chased you like that through those weeds..."
Mr. L smiled. "Hey, it's my fault, too. I'm the one who wanted to hang out there even though I should have known one of us was bound to get hurt. Don't be too hard on yourself, Dim."
Dimentio smiled back at him. "Okay then. Tomorrow I'll find ways to keep you from getting too bored. Sound good?"
Before Mr. L had time to say anything Dimentio snapped his fingers and teleported; most likely to his room.
Mr. L smiled again and carefully got ready for bed.
With his friend by his side, maybe the next couple of days wouldn't be so bad after all.