Chapter 1

Purple gem's on Dimentio's ankle braces glowed on the plane as he reached Isle Delfino. A reminder his magic was rendered useless until the island was free of blooper vomit. While a necessary security measure, he could not help but be annoyed by the fact he would have to spend his sentence walking. He hated working on his legs and preferred the safety of the sky. 'Perhaps one murder woul- OWW!'
He felt the ankle braces shock his legs and he whimpered pitifully. In addition to disabling the jester's powers the ankle braces punished him for even the slightest hint of a homicidal thought. He curled up into a ball, controlling his breathing until the pain subsided. It was then he felt the ankle braces try to pry for the emotions behind his thought in which he hissed leaving a curse-word under his breath. Sensing his resistance, the ankle braces dimmed there glow and Dimentio's muscles tensed. Another part of his sentence, work through the pain behind his murderous thoughts. The judge had insisted anger was a mask for sadness. In her words she told him.
"Even if you clean this whole island, I can't release you until you work through the sorrow that brought you here. If you can't deal with your pain, you are bound to repeat the mistakes you made before. "
'Like a cow excreting manure her words were full of shit.'
A roar from the plane interrupted his thoughts and he found himself unbuckling his seatbelt. Getting out with the other piñata's his eyes brightened upon seeing the docking bay. The Ocean seemed to extend for miles. It shimmered under the sun's rays and Dimentio couldn't help but give a genuine smile. It was so tempting to let the mask over his face fall. Placing his hand right below the bottom of the mask he considered removing it but stopped himself. "Ahahaha, I'm sure the guys would flock to me like seagulls upon a food paradise. "
His metaphors were charming and full of confidence as always. It almost distracted him from the thought that entered his head.
'Alas, I wish it were for the right reasons.'
Dimentio ignored the ache in his heart, it was hard to remember why he could never be like the other men. Looking past the passengers he saw a small row-boat set out at the end of the dock. This was his ride, it was either take the boat or swim away and hope to escape to some other island to live out his life. With the odds of survival low without his magic, Dimentio took the former and entered the boat, paying the ferryman with the coins the court had given him for any expenses.
"Are you the young Dimentio?"
His ferryman was a green piñata dressed in a naval suit, the scars across his back suggested he had been through one hell of a war, but the grin and light in his eyes were still one of a child. Seeing the newspaper in the pinata's hand it was clear how the sailor had gained the knowledge of his name.
Dimentio nodded, preferring to opt out of speech in favor of gazing at the water.
"Well Dimentio I'm-"
"I don't care if you are named Count Satan the third, unless you have something useful to say leave me be- "
He expected the ferry-man to be taken aback but all he heard was a soft chuckle.
"You will get better with time, I have faith in you."
Dimentio found the desire to spite the man come to full force.
Screwing the purpose of his sentence, he found himself waiting until him and the ferryman were out of sight of the other boats. Sneaking up behind the ferryman he strangled the life out of his guide, watching him gasp as Dimentio forced the man overboard. Keeping his gloved hands on the piñata's head Dimentio waited until his victims flailing hands fell to his sides, before releasing his grip and letting the body sink into the ocean. He signed as he realized this meant he would have to paddle. The sole saving grace was his ankle braces appeared to lack a signal. It had neglected to sting his legs throughout this whole ordeal. Grabbing the oars, he proceeded to paddle his way to Isle Delfino. Golden birds soared above him, chirping away as they guided their newest traveler. Dimentio didn't mind the melodious chatters of the birds, he felt himself humming along as they approached the island together. Gazing down at his ankle braces he noticed they had begun to glow again. Signing to himself he realized he would have to retire from performing any more murders for a while.

The blooper vomit had coated the lighthouse to his dismay. His levitation would have made endeavors like this easier than a 5th grader getting an A in a 1st grade remedial math class. Signing, he decided to take a rest on the beach. He gazed at the idiots…err piñata's roaming about on the sand. They were performing a conga line celebrating the anniversary of the Shine Sprites return. On the other end, a human woman was gazing at the sea. He walked closer to her, curious why she was not celebrating with the others. He couldn't help but admire the lime colored dress that hugged her hips, the way her form was caressed by the wind. Dimentio felt his fingers outstretch to tap her shoulder. His hand never reached her skin. She didn't even turn to face him before diving into the water, her form disappearing below the waves. He refused to let her go, something inside of him was pushing him to follow. Throwing all caution to the wind, Dimentio threw his jester hat to the ground before diving in.

Dimentio searched everywhere for the woman in green but like a mirage in the desert her form had vanished. Part of him wondered why he had cared to search in the first place, but he pushed that aside. In his foolish quest, his oxygen had run low and he knew he would never make it to the surface in time. Closing his eyes, he embraced his fate and found himself letting go of the desire to live. He saw a figure swim towards him in the sea but by the time they grew close enough his consciousness had faded.