Hello peeps! This is my first Mario fanfic on THIS account (my other one, I forgot the password to.) So yeah, hope you enjoy! Also, this chapter MIGHT be long, so sorry about that! Ciao!

Dimentio: You stole my line. Ahahaha… Now I shall strike, like a cobra on its prey!

Me: And… Gotta go!

Dimentio's POV

…Down… No!...I can't…give up… now…I'm sorry…Truly…

Dimentio had fallen into the River Twygz- Well, he had actually been pushed. By whom, he did not know. After being sent to the Underwhere, he wandered around the place not caring who he met or where he was going. He felt remorse for what he did, especially trying to hurt his favorite green shape shifter… While he was wandering, he had lost his knack for saying similes. His normal scary smile had drooped. His mask had been cracked in a few places, and his purple and yellow poncho and hat torn in a couple of patches on his arms. After a few minutes of the-what was it, eighth? Ninth? - Day of stumbling around, he came to rest on a dead log near the river. This part of the bank fell straight down into the river, instead of sloping slowly downwards. For a while he had sat there. Without warning, a hand had pushed the jester into the deep part. He stood on the tip of the slope, trying to regain his balance, however, he fell in. The dark water instantly felt like it was sucking him in. Instead of swimming upwards, the detached black-gloved hands flailed weakly in an attempt to pull their owner up, but in vain. He knew what was coming, and what the attacker intended to happen. Feeling a tightening, an Underhand was grabbing him around his waist. A few others of the evil hands, sensing a helpless victim, snaked over and pulled at Dimentio's poncho. But the jester didn't care, considering he was losing oxygen and the world was growing dark- darker than it already was. Just as he was losing consciousness, however, he felt the smaller Underhands swimming away. They had green, glinting, spikes sticking out of them. No, wait… They were arrows! The Underhand holding him, just tightened its grip, determined to not let its victim go. It quickly changed it's mind when, fast as Dimentio could've shot magic bursts, more green gem tipped silver arrows pierced it. Dimentio, not having any fight left in him due to lack of air, faintly saw a figure swimming towards him before becoming unconscious.

Emerald's POV

"Hmm. I suppose I could stop in the Underwhere. Dark and gloomy isn't particularly my style. But all the same, it'd be a change in my paintings and sketches!" I chuckled. Mimi laughed too.

"Yeah. There is just one thing though. If you see Dimentio, tell him he's a big dummy head!" Mimi growled. I nodded.

"Will do." Just as I said it, Lord Blumiere and Tippi came in.

"What's this about the Underwhere and Dimentio?" Timpani asked gently.

"Well, Emerald's going there to do a painting of the Underwhere. Hey, that rhymed!" Mimi said, pleased. "And I told her if she sees Dimentio, she should tell him-"

"-That he's a big 'dummy head?'" Lord Blumiere finished.

"Exactly." Mimi replied. Then she turned to me. "Oh, and if you see any Rubees, bring them to me, pretty please?"

I smiled. "Got it. Paint, grab some Rubees, tell Dimentio he's a dummy head, and hightail it out of there before he can shoot magic at me." They all smiled back.

"But," Tippi said, "You will be careful, right?"

"Of course I will, I promise." I said seriously.

"Good." She said happily.

"Ok, well, I've got to go get my art supplies!" I said cheerfully, turning on my heel after saying goodbye to my friends. Teleporting, I arrived at the Mushroom Castle, to tell Mario, Luigi, and Peach where I was going. They wished me farewell, and repeated Tippi's warning about being careful. After leaving, I walked into my room in my three story house I had built in a clearing in the rainforest.

"Hmm…" I said thoughtfully, before selecting a 20 by 24 inch sized canvas and a medium folding easel. After grabbing the canvas and easel, I set them down on my silver fluffy rug and went to work grabbing all the oil paints and sketch pencils. After going through the mental art supply list, I put the paints, pencils, brushes, and palette gently in my scruffy duffel bag, zipped it up, slung it over my shoulder, then picked up the easel and canvas, and finally went to my basement, where I had a selection of doors that took people to different places: Flipside, Flopside, the Underwhere, the Overthere, Gloam Valley- anywhere basically. I grabbed the key to the Underwhere, unlocked the door, and walked inside. There was a loud whoosh as I was transported from my cold, stone walled basement to the Underwhere. If I had thought my basement was cold, I was corrected as cold, biting, fast winds rushed past me. They gradually decreased until it was simply a chilling breeze.

"Wow. It's cold down here." I shivered unconsciously. A Shayde, I believe they're called, floated up to me.

"Yes," He whispered in a ghostly voice. "It's winter down here. If you ask Charold, the boat driver, he has scarves to sell. For a fee of four coins, he'll also ferry you across the river Twygz."

"Thank you, sir. I'll remember that." I promised. He nodded and floated away. After the short conversation, I found a nice patch of land to sketch. It was several yards away from the river and some Shaydes floated about. I set up my easel, and took out my palette and paints. Squirting some basic paint colors onto the thin, oval, wooden slab, I set it down on the –grass? - Next to me. Then I selected a fine sketch pencil from the few I had brought, and started sketching the landscape.

A couple of hours later, I had finished the outline, painted the inside, added shadows, and now I just had to add the details. As I started, I saw a mysterious figure standing parallel to where I was. I followed his gaze, as he seemed to be looking at something, and I saw a ragged purple and yellow-clothed jester.

"Dimentio…" I muttered. He must have heard me say his name, for he turned his head. However, he only turned it about a centimeter before the mysterious figure shot forward like a flash of lightning would, and shoved the jester into the unforgiving water.

"What the-?" I asked, startled. When Dimentio didn't surface, I realized he was probably too weak to swim. I set down my palette, said armor in Latin, and silver armor with emerald spikes appeared on me. A hunting bow similar to the armor dropped into my ready hands as well. Without hesitation, I aimed at the first Underhand that I could barely see. I kept picking them off, until finally I only saw Dimentio and the large, burly Underhand. Through the dark water, I saw Dimentio slowly closing his eyes.

"Crap…" I muttered. I grabbed three arrows from my case on my back and launched them directly at the beast, being careful to not hit the jester. The weapons met their mark, and they drove into the Underhand's –flesh? The Underhand, deciding to find a different meal, released Dimentio and swam off. I jumped into the water, and was instantly met with a shock of bitter cold. Shaking it off, I propelled myself towards the sinking purple and yellow jester. He had completely lost consciousness, and dragging him up to the surface, him being a dead weight, and dodging the Underhands was no easy task, I can assure you. Eventually, I yanked him and myself up to dry land. I sat there for a few seconds, mulling it over. 'Okay. You just saved an insane jester who tried to kill and destroy everyone and everything. Not to mention betraying his friends. Now what, genius?'

"Hrm." I muttered, staring at the unconscious body. "Hmph." I decided to pack up my stuff, and return to my house with Dimentio, give him time to think stuff over. Hey, I know it wasn't the best plan, but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. One problem: Dimentio's dead. How am I supposed to get him out? Queen Jaydes. Awesome… But is she going to let him? Is she going to be mad at me for rescuing someone who clearly deserved to meet their fate? I sighed as these thoughts ran through my head. I picked up my paints and pencils, put them into my duffel bag, and placed the bag along with my almost-finished painting and easel against a rock. Running a hand through my hair, not caring about how it looked, I glanced at Dimentio again. Still out cold. I felt like kicking him to wake him up. Not the best idea. I thought back to the spells I had learned, which were few and far in between. One in particular popped up in my mind, a levitating spell. 'Perfect.' I chanted the foreign words.

"Ichu canl benoka!" Just like that, an unconscious Dimentio floated upwards, about to my waist, and about a foot from my side. I slung the duffel bag carefully over my shoulder, trying not to spill the oil paints inside. "Well, let's go see Queen Jaydes, Dimentio. Hopefully she won't obliterate us both."

With that, I started up the path to the dark, shadowed castle, whistling cheerfully, a knocked out insane jester floating alongside me, and several Shaydes stopping to stare at us.

Yup! Second chappie will come a little later, me hopes. Happy almost-Thanksgiving! :D