Author's Note: Well, seeing as Because Seven Eight Nine was winning in my poll, I decided to go to the moon with it and write it! I'm officially titling these stories as the Rightway series. Thanks, everypony, and check out my poll please! Oh yeah, R&R if ya don't mind.
You know those epic shots in movies when the main character stands up awesomely, silhouetted against the sunset, wind whipping through their hair?
Mr. L was doing something similar. The wind was certainly whipping, and he had to clamp his cap in his teeth to make sure it didn't fly away. His large wings were pinned down to his body, and his eyes were narrowed behind his mask.
Reaching out, L set down his green toolbox and set to work on Brobot's generator rod satellite thingy. Basically, it was the long rod thing that charged up Brobot. And it was broken.
Tearing the cap from his teeth and lying down on it, Mr. L began muttering as he unscrewed and adjusted and stuff. "Damn wind... good Grambi... can't cooperate... ugh..."
Alas, the engineer wasn't looking at the approaching blur. And so he had no idea what had just hit him as he slumped onto the tiles of the roof of Castle Bleck, unconscious.
The other inhabitants of Castle Bleck crowded around the unconscious Mr. L, all talking in low voices.
"How did he get hit?" asked Mimi.
"Me," admitted Bolt.
"You're such a damn KLUTZ!" snapped Xena.
"Well, so is O'Chunks!" piped up Dimentio.
"Why'd yeh have tah get involved?" demanded O'Chunks.
"For fun, I assume," butted in Raven.
"It's really rude to interrupt," scolded Nastasia.
"But didn't you just do so?" remarked Timpani.
"I'm hungry," muttered X.
"SILENCE, YELLED COUNT BLUMIERE!" yelled the said Count.
Everyone fell silent. Blumiere examined Mr. L closely, then poked him gently with his scepter.
Immediately, the engineer sat up. His face had a politely puzzled expression on it, and he turned to face the Count.
"Hi there!" he exclaimed.
At his words, there was a flash of green light, and a derpy-looking version of Mr. L was sitting in the engineer's place. He had ruffled, pure-white wings, wall-eyes, and his clothes on all the wrong way. The thing that everyone instantly noticed, however, was the L on the person's cap. It wasn't its usual reversed form, but it was just like Luigi's.
Rightway had risen again.
