Disclaimer: Forget Mario, Luigi is the man. That is all.
AN: This is something that's been on my mind for a while now.
Mario shuddered. He could feel them all around him. On his back, fixated on him, ever-scanning. The eyes, the eyes! There was no escape. No way to evade their intense gaze. It was a constant, the daggers of their sight piercing his defenses and burrowing into his soul.
Oh, the eyes! Always on him, innumerable and omnipresent. They could see him. They were watching as he ran, jumped, fought, swam, and flew. Everywhere, they followed him. Installed in every object, every surface. The eyes...
In the trees, the blocks, the clouds, the hills, even the sun! They all had them. Those dreadful eyes, bearing down on him with unblinking stares; faces, with which to observe and sneer at his struggles. Mario knew as long as he was in this land he could never find a hidden place of privacy, a sanctuary from the eyes...
It was unsettling, to say the least.
AN: Am I the only one who's disturbed by how everything has a face in the Mushroom Kingdom? That it's all watching me do stuff? It's so much pressure! I can't take it!