Hello there! Sony's here. Since I have enough time I decided to transform an oldie scrap of literature to a new fiction (same concept in other words). Sweet Nightmare; a dark Mario story.

Summary: Gothica admires the world of videogames since was 6 years old. A new experience tells her that a lot of the same thing can hurt you in a way. And in the worst way she learns how to make her own life, without depending of a fictional character.

Warnings: Dark fic, violence, hate, love, suicidal acts, strong language and suggestive material (including rape)

Disclaimer: I don't own Super Mario or another character of the Nintendo series. The OC's are mine, the fiction is mine. If you steal this story I'll eat you. Keep your flames for another person. I'm laughing now HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! XD

Chapter 1: Punishment

It was midnight. Gothica remained asleep in her flowered bed after a long and exhausting day of school. Everything was calm and quiet until…

CREAK-

With a beam of blinding moonlight, her stamped door opened. CREAK- Its power grew so blinding that the little teenager just groaned as wiped her dark hazel-nut eyes, opening them between blinks

"Oh hello Daddy." When she was about to roll over, trying to sleep again...

"...raviolli..." a familiar voice was heard. With eyes wide open and pure disbelief, pronounced his name but is was like an eternity for her:

"M-Mario?"

Not response at all. A very surprised but excited girl rolled, covering her red face with both hands

"This can't be true... My beloved hero is sleeping next to me! He's sleeping with me! Oh my God I just happy…" From self-celebration ideas, suddenly changed with confusing silence. Mario wasn't supposed to lie with a real human. He wasn't real, just a fictional hero made by an intelligent Japanese creator. Why then?

"I need to wake him up, right now."

She raised her hand up as wanting to wake him up, without knowing what would happen. Her arousal grew painfully caressing that soft, brown her that hoped to be the envy of everybody. One finger traced a little heart. Then she placed one hand over his face, a wicked feeling running down her spine. His body felt so cold and solid at the touch.

"What the hell?"

Trails of blood slid from Mario's eyes, nose and lips. As the seconds passed something soaking started to feel in the mattress. Gothica took off sheets, noticing that the horror just had grown worse than ever. A deep cut appeared from Mario's chest, with more blood flowing and staining everything around. She got up on her knees and got away from the disappointment.

"Oh no... h-he's...already dead."

"And now you realized it?" A quite damn scary voice echoed from the sulky pink walls of her bedroom. That voice sounded so freaking familiar to her. Almost immediately insane laughs escaped from Mario, getting up from the bloody mess he formed. Red eyes opened to the world, making the scared girl to shiver.

"Poor, poor girl" the male smirked. "Did you really think I accept all those acclaims? They're a lie, just as the cake I'd receive from each goal. But the pain I used to handle was real. How many times I hide myself from this sickening angst and nobody cared."

"I don't want to hear anymore!" Gothica jumped from the bed, almost slipping with more stained sheets. Stepping on something hard, the teen uncovered more gore.

"L-Luigi?!" In effect, half of Luigi's body lied in the floor, leaving his own goo to the outsides.

Retreating slowly, Gothica opened the ugly door, revealing one of the scariest places ever created. I'm talking about the Under Where (When a hero's game gets over, they can call it their purgatory) Black sky with squared clouds, awful scent of dead bodies left to rot away. If there were rivers, might think is polluted by blood.

Scared out of her mind, the teenager walked for minutes and minutes until finding a hollow tree. She hugged it as much she could, hearing the experiences her mother had learnt. Huffing in exasperation, Gothica remembered how a lovely encounter with her favorite hero transformed in the most horrible day of her life.

"Why I'm here in this lonely place?" she screamed over, wanting an answer to all the confusion that hurt from inch to inch.

"...because you're a fucking betrayer."

A powerful fist pierced the poor dried tree, knocking the human to the soil. Dulled after that punch, she couldn't help but escape from the danger. She ran the fast her legs let until stomping on a little peeble and making her sensible body with the land again.

The same gloved figure rolled her body, one of its hands grabbing her by the neck. "Why humans like you just betray me?! Why?! Why do you enjoy making my world decay under my feet? Why do you just... EXIST?! TELL ME NOW BITCH! Now it was screaming in pure rage as he punched in an inhuman pace the prey. Half blinded but still conscious she just snapped and returned the affection of her predator. She got up, increasing the interest of the beast.

"What do you want from me you- Holy Mother of" Mario had stand on the opposite direction, brushing his hand over his reddened cheek. "Not so bad for a little pussy like you. You made me MAD!" he screamed jumping as a cat for the mice. Both of them faced each other in hate. Red aura surrounded Mario's person. Choking his victim again, this time with much fierce, he took out a needle and stabbed her on the most forbidden area.

Drips of blood quickly escaped from her mouth, the pain just made her arms lose power as they fall by the sides. Her breathing became heavier, about to fell in a comma episode.

"You'll pay for what you'd done to my world. Now you belong to us! I just want to ask you; do you want to feel my real pain?" He just shoved off a large dagger that fit perfectly with his deep cut in mid-body.

With the remaining energy of her broken body and heart, she'd shaken her head.

"You say no, but I say YES!" The large weapon slammed against her body, blood splattering from every place.

She could faintly hear Mario's maniac laughing as more familiar zombies got closer to the crime's place. Her body got numb with her weakest points exploded, her heart decaying in peaces. A single tear ran down her left eye, remembering one last time the good times.

The Angel of Death will never be the same.

"Whose hand is this…?" Her vision died.

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TBC