This is the second story I've uploaded. It's got a scary theme for Halloween, but the purpose is for humor. Hope you enjoy!

For those of you who don't know the game Amnesia, it's a horror game for the computer. I've never played it personally, but there are plenty of videos on Youtube, and it looks friggin' scary. I recommend looking it up. (But this isn't a crossover story because I'm not writing very deeply about that game.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Super Mario or anything related to it. I also do not own any other titles mentioned or referenced in this story.

October 25th

The kingdom was decorated and ready to celebrate Halloween. Pumpkins carved both by children and by master artists abounded front steps, and fake tombstones, monsters, and reapers plagued the yards. Spider webs hung from houses. The more exorbitant houses were even fixed with trips and haunted music set up outside to scare passerby.

And for about two weeks now, Luigi had been making up excuses not to have to go outside for more than twenty minutes a day. Mario had had to do all the grocery shopping, all the little errands the princess had asked of them while she was still getting ready for her Halloween festival, and he had to water the entire garden they'd decided to put in two months ago. And they needed to paint the house, too.

This was getting ridiculous. Just because he'd had the hair scared off his mustache three years in a row, he was boycotting fresh air and sunlight. He had tried many different strategies to get Luigi out of the house.

10 days ago…

"Hey, Luigi!" Mario shouted up the stairs.

"Yeah?" his brother shouted back.

"Are you comin' down anytime soon?"

"Nope, I'm good," his brother replied casually.

"Hmm," Mario muttered. "Well, that's too bad. Because the princess invited us over pizza!"

There was a ten-second pause. "Uh, no I had a pretty big lunch. Tell her next time, okay?"

"But there's gonna be caaaaake."

Another long pause. "Th-That's okay. Go ahead without me, Mario!"

Mario sighed.

6 days ago…

"Hey, Luigi!"

"Yeah?"

"Still not comin' down? The sun's out today—it's warmed up a little!"

"Don't worry about me! I got my windows open, so I'm getting fresh air."

"Aren't you bored?"

"Nope! I'm binge-watching Sherlock!"

"What? You're binge-watching…" Mario trailed off and sighed heavily. "You need to get off your butt! Let's go run the go-karts!"

"Nah, I'm fine!"

Man, is he being stubborn.

3 days ago…

"Luigi!"

"What now?"

"If you come help me water the garden, I'll make your favorite dinner tonight!"

"What?" he shouted more loudly.

Mario huffed, "I said I'll—Wait, why have I been shouting up the stairs?" He shook his head at himself and marched up the stairs. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open to find Luigi lying at the end of the bed with his eyes glued to the TV. "Aw, come on, Luigi, how can you just sit up here and watch TV all day for two weeks?"

Luigi sighed and paused it. "I have not been watching TV nonstop for two weeks. I've been straightening my room up, and stuff. I swept the floors, cleaned out that closet—did you know we still have game manuals from twenty years ago? I found a Nintendo 64 back there, too."

"Wow, really?" Mario asked, intrigued. But then he shook his head, snapped himself out of all the vintage games flashing through his head. "Listen, bro, you gotta get outta here. I made the Horror King promise he would be nice to you this year."

Luigi snorted and laughed. "Oh, yeah right! That Toad pulls more pranks than Bowser has anger outbursts!"

Mario threw his arms up, almost drained of patience. "So what if he does scare you? I mean—hey, what the heck are you watching? Last I checked, Sherlock wasn't an anime."

"Oh, I finished Sherlock two days ago—there really aren't many episodes, you know. This is Death Note."

He paused, giving Luigi a weird look. "What the hell is Death Note?"

"Well, it's…" Luigi scratched his head. "Y'know, I really don't think there's a simplified version. Wanna watch it?"

"Well…" Before he could answer Luigi had already began to play it again.

Two hours later…

Completely hypnotized by the TV, the sudden, loud change in title sequence startled Mario off the chair he'd set up, and he snapped back to his senses. He shot up off the floor as Luigi was laughing at him, and dusted himself off.

"Gah! No more!" He denied the TV screen and pumped his fist up, looking determined at Luigi, "C'mon, Luigi, you gotta come back outside sometime!"

"I know! And I will. After Halloween!"

"Grr—you—fine!" Mario gave up and stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut as Luigi ignored him, making a face at the screen and forwarding past the title sequence.

Present day

No matter what he did, Luigi would not budge. He understood that that Toad was just flat-out mean, and he probably would be looking to get him, but that was no reason to camp inside for the rest of your life. Or month. Whatever.

He'd had it. If he wasn't going to go outside, he would make it scarier for him to stay inside.

Yesterday, Mario had looked to the computer to give him some ideas. Now he was all ready.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs again. "Hey, Luigi!"

"What?" Luigi answered, sounding exasperated now.

"I have a present for you!"

"Huh? A present?"

"You bet! It's to make up for my hounding the last few days! You gonna come down now, or what?"

A moment later, they were standing in the living room, and Mario had a wrapped package for him. Luigi looked at it warily.

"Okay, what's-a the stipulations, Mario?"

"No stipulations," he answered with a smile. It was a natural, kind smile, but all it did was make Luigi suspicious. "Just take it."

"Weeeeell…" Luigi rubbed his chin with his forefinger. "What is it?"

"Just open it! You're not that much of a chicken, are you?"

Luigi sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother, and finally took the package. He sat down on the couch and undid the wrapping paper. It was a disc inside a clear case. It had no label. "Okay, seriously, what is it? A music CD?"

"Nope. It's a computer game."

A computer game? Hadn't had one of those in a while. "Really? Cool. But why doesn't it have a label?"

"Ah, it's used. Sorry about that. It's the only one I could find."

"Oh, okay. So…what is it?" he asked for the third time.

"I think it'd be best if you saw for yourself. Trust me, I looked it up. It's awesome—it's won awards and stuff!"

"Well, that's interesting. Okay, I'll give it a shot. We'll have to boot up the old computer, though. Haven't used it for a while, have we?"

"Nah, I don't think so. Ah, I'll get that set up," Mario told him. "I'll go find it and get it ready by tonight."

"Cool, bro. I'll order pizza."

8:00 p.m.

"Okay, Luigi, I finally got it set up!" Mario called from their tiny computer room upstairs. It was a mostly bare, wooden room with just a desk, chair, bookshelf, and one tiny window. And it was dusty. It was like an attic.

Luigi peeked in and glanced around with a slight frown. "Man, I never really liked this room. Couldn't you have put it downstairs somewhere?"

"Uh…" Mario scratched his head. "Well, I guess we could've, but it took me so long to get it set up; I'm not doing it again."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks for that." Man, they really needed to get a new computer though. He could still see dust caked on it, and the tower sitting on the floor was huge. "Maybe I can bring some stuff up here to make it more roomy."

"Sure thing. Ah, but I gotta get going; the princess wanted me to make a trip to E. Gadd's lab in the forest up north, so I'm probably not gonna be back until sometime tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? That's weird. What's she want you to do?"

"Something about an experiment he was working on. It's for the Halloween party. I'm gonna help him out a bit, and then he needs help getting it over here, too."

"Alright. See you tomorrow. And thanks again!"

"Sure thing, bro!"

As Mario left, Luigi brought some things into the room to make it more comfortable. He brought in a rug, the comfortable desk chair from the den downstairs, a lamp, and a little radio. Maybe he got a little carried away… but this room would always creep him out a little bit. It helped... a little.

He set himself up with some fizzy pop and a bowl of popcorn. He wondered what kind of game it was. Was it an RPG? A puzzle game? Hopefully it wasn't a first-person-shooter. Mario must have known he didn't play games like that.

His head really came to no obvious conclusions, since the Mario Bros. weren't avid computer gamers. Fortunately Mario had installed the game for him, and left it open, so all he had to do was click on the open window.

The screen was full of dark colors, old stone walls, and read "Amnesia: The Dark Descent."

Luigi stared at the screen for a moment and absently frowned. "Well… this doesn't look like a puzzle game." He tapped his finger on the mouse and debated. Surely Mario wouldn't be doing this as a prank to scare him. That would just be mean.

Feeling just slightly antsy, Luigi readjusted himself and selected "new game." The screen zoomed into the dark corridor and began.

With gritted teeth and restless tapping, he waited for some kind of picture to blow up on the screen and scare the crap out of him.

Instead the screen stayed dark, and a voice began to play.

"Don't forget… some things mustn't be forgotten. The shadow hunting me… I must hurry."

Immediately Luigi knew this was going to be bad. "Aw, damn it," Luigi hissed out. "Damn you, Mario! You jerk!"

This was some kind of horror game!

Ten minutes later…

"No! Gaaaah! NO! No! No more! I'm—I can't take it!"

Nerves bustling, he abandoned his game and got out of that room, escaping downstairs to the brightly-lit kitchen. His forehead was sweating and his hands were shaking. He sat defiantly on the kitchen chair, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

"Damn it, damn it! Mario! Man, I can't believe he would do this to me!" He felt a little bit better after shouting at the ceiling, so he sighed and scowled at the table.

After sitting like that for a few minutes—attention snapping to the smallest noises creaking in the house—Luigi realized something. Mario must be laughing his butt off now, huh? This is just what he wants me to do! Sit around the house, spooked, and—

He heard a loud creaking in the room and squealed, diving off the chair and under the table.

After five minutes of sitting and listening to his own breathing, he let all the air in his lungs sigh out. Embarrassed with himself, he climbed out from under the table and crossed his arms.

Alright, that's it. I'll show Mario. It's just a game. I'll brave it.

"If it takes me all week and gives me nightmares, I'll do it! I'll show him!" Luigi declared, marching back upstairs.

About halfway there, he paused, and decided he would comfort himself with milk and cookies first.

If you've seen parts of this game, you must know how hard it would be for Luigi to play it. Freaky stuff!