Summary: Spin-off of Thunder Storm. After a boring day, Dimentio takes Mr. L to a time when he was an innocent 3-year-old. However, when he learns too much too fast, the magician casts a spell to erase his memories and keep him in the body of a child. Will the truth prevail or will the man in green take on the mind of a real toddler? Semi-Crackfic. Collab with NormanWhitesmith. Rated T for language.

After re-reading some of this, I think that this spin-off would start sometime between Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 of Thunder Storm. You'd have to read that to understand at least the premise. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy! This is also a collab with my dear Norm (NormanWhitesmith).

Mr. L had been running behind on his work. The reason was clear: his new relationship with Dimentio was distracting him somewhat. Though he felt angry at himself, there wasn't much he could do but keep moving forward. He only wished Brobot L-Type would be done in time for his next mission, whenever that may be.

Adjusting the bolts on Brobot's right leg, he hummed a song that had been in his head lately. He did his best to concentrate, but it was difficult to focus. Dimentio showed him so much about his past the last time they were together. He wanted to know more...

"What are you humming? Doesn't sound like one of your generic pop songs..." A voice said.

Mr. L jumped, then shot an angry look at Dimentio. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO KNOCK?"

The jester grinned. "Oh. I apologize." He knocked on the nearest wall three times and asked again, "What are you humming?"

The man in green rolled his eyes. He started to answer, but found that he couldn't. "I'm...Not quite sure. It's just been stuck in my head lately."

"Interesting. Another memory coming back, Lui-?"

Before Dimentio could finish, Mr. L accidentally dropped a heavy part on his foot. "SON OF A BITCH!"

Dimentio froze and cursed himself mentally for letting his guard down. He had been thinking about who Mr. L used to be a lot and almost let the previous man's name slip out. Even if he was his love, he couldn't let that happen again. Or at least not like this...

Mr. L glared at Dimentio as he rubbed his sore foot. "What were you about to call me?" He asked rather pointedly.

Dimentio had already recovered from his slip. "Whatever do you mean, Mr. L?~" Dimentio asked in singsong.

"You were asking about a memory and almost called me something else."

Dimentio paused, having a mischievous idea on the edge of his mind. But it wasn't fully formed. He'd have to wait. "You clearly aren't a morning person! I was just going to call you 'Little Bits' since you curse so much like a juvenile."

He huffed. "Whatever."

Dimentio chuckled at Mr. L's mild displeasure. He just made that nickname up at the top of his head and he fell for it! "Why aren't you outside, Little Bits? It's such a lovely morning, yet you refuse to leave this room. Why not explore the garden?"

Mr. L crossed his arms. He wanted to go out a little bit, but he wouldn't give in to childish desires. "Why would I go outside and waste time when there's work to be done in here?"

Dimentio floated to his side, doing cartwheels in the air. "Have you forgotten the childish joy of frolicking around in the sun? Where's your sense of adventure? Where's the imagination? How can you forget that?"

The man in green went to continue working. He didn't have time for this. "Look, Mr. Houdini, if you wanna frolic outside like a three year old, you see if I care," He said bluntly.

The magician thought for a moment. How would he convince Mr. L to play with him for awhile? Sitting around the castle doing nothing got boring fast. However, almost as soon as he asked himself this question, he knew the answer. "How about I show you into another memory, L? Maybe then you'll remember what it's like to be young and carefree. Besides, I don't want my boyfriend to be uptight to the point where he can't even experience joy anymore."

Mr. L sighed and put down his tools. He turned back around to face Dimentio. He could never refuse to learn more about himself. "Let me guess. You want something in return again? Well, this is all you're getting for now." He went up to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Now, what kind of memory did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking one from far back. How did you put it...'Frolicking about like a three year old?' How about that's where I take you?"

The mechanic furrowed his brows. "Huh? What do you mean by-?"

Without any further explanation, Dimentio snapped his fingers. A white, blinding flash came by and Mr. L covered his eyes. As soon as he did so, he felt a weird tingling sensation in his body with strong gusts of wind. "Let's see..." The jester pondered. "How about we explore right...Here?"

Just then, the tingling stopped. As far as he could tell, Mr. L was still in one piece, but something felt...Different. He opened his eyes only to see Dimentio looming over him. He gasped and stepped back, shaking. But Dimentio wasn't afraid. He only smiled. "I think Little Bits is much more fitting now."

Mr. L looked down at himself. He was now wearing a green shirt, blue overalls, and...Was he feeling a diaper!? "What?" He whispered. As soon as he spoke, he covered his mouth. His voice was so small now. "D-Dihmm-Dimmy?"

Dimentio couldn't help but relish the moment as he stared at the tiny, frightened, toddler version of the Mr. L that he knew. Hearing him speak in a lisping child's voice, though, was the icing on the cake. Dimentio scooped up Mr. L, who couldn't weigh more than one of the wrenches he used to work on Brobot with. "Yes, my darling?" Dimentio asked, grinning as he stared into the soft frightened silver eyes.

Those eyes quickly solidified into anger. "WHA DID YOU DO TO MY BODY? THIS WASN PAWT OF THE DEAL! NOW I'M A MIDGET WITH A HIGH PITCHED PWE-PUBESCENT VOICE!"

Dimentio gave a demented laugh. "But we're only getting started, my dear L!"

Mr. L held out a tiny arm and looked at it. All traces of muscle were gone. "But wook at my hands!" He shouted, showing both of them to Dimentio. " I can't wirk wike this! My muscle is gone! What did you do to me? Why!?"

Dimentio could hear tiny footsteps coming down a nearby hall. They were in Mr. L's childhood home, after all, which at this point in time meant another red toddler being around.

"But Mr. L, don't you want to see your brother?"

Mr. L's anger halted for a moment. "M-my bwotha? You'd weawwy-"

Dimentio nodded, a small smile plastered on his face.

The boy narrowed his eyes. "But you stirr haven't answad my questin. Wha did you do to me?"

"As it stands right now, you're only three years old. Sometimes when you enter your own memories, your body changes to match your proper form for the time. Now can a little boy understand such big words?" Dimentio asked as he booped Mr. L on the nose.

He glared. "Don't be an asshole."

"Now, now. Don't talk like that," Dimentio tutted. "You're three and profanity no longer suits you!"

"Hey, Wuh-wee-gee!" A sudden new voice butted in.

Mr. L jumped and quickly pressed against Dimentio for cover. "Who's dat?" He asked.

"Little Bits, meet your twin brother!"

As Mr. L gaped in awe, a chubby toddler waddled into the room. He looked a lot like the latter in appearance. The toddler had a big grin on his face with excited blue eyes to match. There was also banana smooshed onto the front of his red overalls. "Hey, Wee-gee! Come look at da new choo choo I made!"

After recovering from his shock, Mr. L turned to Dimentio with a frown. "Out of all the memowies to meet my bwotha, why dis one?"

Dimentio chuckled. "Careful now!~ He can't see or hear me!"

Mr. L turned to his brother. The toddler stared back, confused. "Who awe you tawkin to, Wee-gee?"

"Uhhh...Nobody! I'm coming." The chubby toddler in red giggled before getting a vice grip on Mr. L's wrist and dragging him off.

Though the man in green, or rather boy in green, was still a bit shocked over all this, he managed to clear his mind enough to scan his surroundings. He knew that he must be in his childhood home and Chubby Red was his brother. But what truly irked him was that he was extremely short, making him too small to see the pictures lining the wall. As he tried and failed to make out the pictures, Mr. L restrained himself from growling in frustration. He decided to listen to the hum of the traffic outside. He must have lived in a city in his former life.

Finally, Chubby Red stopped in what the living room. Having short legs definitely made the journey seem a lot longer. He pointed at a random pile of wood blocks. "Wha do you think of my choo choo?"

Mr. L was here for information. Now wasn't the time to be an art critic. "Uh...It's cool."

He was nearly killed when Chubby Red locked him in a hug. "I knew you'd like it, fwatello!"

Fwatello. Fratello! Italian for brother! Mr. L's eyes widened as he looked down at his feet. "He speaks Itawian... Just wike me."

"Well, of course he does! He's your brother." Dimentio said right next to him, causing Mr. L to jump and yelp a little.

Chubby Red looked at Mr. L funny. "Awe you tawkin to youw imaginawy fwend again, Wuh-wee-gee?"

Ignoring Dimentio's snickers, Mr. L answered. "Uh, yeah...What's youw name again?"

Chubby Red giggled. "You'we silly, Wee-gee! If we're pwaying, you be Vada and I'll be Wuke Skywalka!"

Mr. L pouted. "I don't wanna be Vadah!"

Chubby Red giggled again. "But I was Vada last time, siwwy! Now, it's youw tuwn!" The boy in red waddled over to what a bin of toys and grabbed two short wooden rods, smooth to the touch and free of slivers. Chubby Red handed Mr. L one of the rods. "This is youw wight saba! Now we fite!"

Chubby Red began tapping him lightly with his rod, as the mechanic stared, unsure what he should do. Deciding to play along, he swung his rod. A healthy SMACK rang through the apartment. Chubby Red fell to the ground, crying. While Mr. L had no muscle, he was still used to playing rough and didn't think of being gentle.

"Well, now you've done it!" Piped in Dimentio.

Chubby Red continued crying, throwing a mild fit in the process. "I want Mama! MAMA!"

Just then, a woman marched into the room. She had long, curly brown hair and sky blue eyes with freckles spread across her cheeks. She would've looked really sweet if it weren't for the glare on her face. Hands on her hips, she cried, "Luigi Galvani Mario! What did you do?" She picked up Chubby Red and murmured to him, "It's alright, sweetie..." She shot a disapproving look at the boy in green.

However, he was too shocked by what he just heard. "Wuh-wee-gee Mario?"

"We were pwaying wight sabers and he hit me!" Chubby Red blurted out, pointing towards him.

Suddenly, he felt as if the Count was glaring at him and not a woman he just met. Damn brat. Mr. L's eyes widened. "I, uh...I'm..."

Thankfully, Mama sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" She looked towards the door, then back towards him. "Well...Papa's coming home for his lunch break in a bit. If you sit in time out for a few minutes, I'll tell him you were good when he comes home. Deal?"

He couldn't help but start fidgeting, but he nodded. "Deal..." With that, the boy in green went to the corner of the room and stood there.

Mama set the boy in red down and crying began to subside. The woman beamed. "That's my strong Mario Mario!"

The boy smiled, only giving small sniffles at this point. "Thank you, Mama Mama..." He hugged her legs. She laughed and bent down, hugging back. Mr. L stared in silence, not understanding the scene before him.

Mama laughed as she ruffled Chubby Re- Mario's hair. "I'm going to get lunch ready," stated Mama to Mario. "Would you like to help me?" Mario nodded before toddling after her, leaving Mr. L alone in the corner.

Mr. L was on the verge of crying, though his general personality and over-inflated ego usually wouldn't allow him to feel that way. However, this memory penetrated his core, filling him with a new insecure emotion as he pondered the new information he received. He didn't like this one bit.

"Wow. You're the worst toddler ever," Dimentio stated with a laugh embedded in his voice.

"Wuh-wee-gee Mario..." Murmured Mr. L, too lost in thought to make a sharp reply to the jester. Mr. L looked up at Dimentio with wide silver eyes. "Is that weally...my weal name?"

The jester gave the boy a mysterious look. "I don't know...Is it? That's for you to decide."

A lot of good he was.

Just then, Mario toddled back into the room with a small apple slice. "I fowgive you." With that, Mario left as quickly as he entered.

Mr. L continued to stand in the corner, nibbling on the pink lady apple for what seemed like an eternity. The worst of it was that Mr. L couldn't tell if it was because his attention span became like that of a child or if the memory was playing tricks on his mind. Soon, he felt pressure in his bladder. He gasped. "I have to go potty!"

Dimentio, who had been studying him the entire time as though he were Agassiz's fish sitting on a platter, let a smile come across his face. "You're so eloquent and mature, L, especially with how you state the awkward things!"

Mr. L didn't like this feeling of being younger again, especially if Dimentio kept admonishing him like he was legitimately some sort of goddamn brat. "Weave me awone."

"What was that, Luigi?" Mama called.

Mr. L sighed, trying to block out Dimentio. "I need to go potty!"

His supposed mother sighed. "Go potty, but then get right back into the corner!" She exclaimed before murmuring loud enough for Mr. L to hear, "I think he's finally coming around on potty training. And that's good because I'm tired of all the looks I get in the store when I have to keep getting diapers for my late blooming three year old."

The boy in green quickly waddled out of the corner and down the house hallway and guessed correctly where the bathroom was. Mr. L, after getting over the full humiliation that he was wearing a diaper, quickly did his business before walking outside the bathroom. Dimentio hovered outside the door with the seemingly permanent sick grin plastered on his face. At least Dimentio didn't follow him in. Either way, He was a more than ticked at Dimentio for making him endure all this humiliation.

"Dimmy, I swea... Wen we get back to the castle, youw not getting anything in wetun fow dis!" He snapped, internally wincing every time his voice lisped.

"Aw...That's not fair, Little Bits! I'm giving you a whole memory here!"

"A whole memowy of nonstop embawessment! I'm weawin an effin' diapa wight now! Dis isn't fun!"

Dimentio chortled. "You were trying to maim your brother."

"Well, dat's not my fau-"

The boy in green stopped short as the bathroom door creaked a bit, causing him to look at himself in the mirror. He reflected back, but his eyes...They were blue. So blue. The world around him started to blur, causing him to stumble a bit, yet his eyes couldn't leave his reflection's.

Dimentio felt the world of the suppressed memory around him waver. He'd taken this prank too far. He had to remove Mr. L from his own mind before he undid any of the hypnosis. Now wasn't the time to undo his brainwashing. Dimentio latched onto Mr. L's shoulders and forcefully yanked him out of the memory into an area of infinite blackness.

The magician sighed as he floated in this area, a dimension in between dimensions. Mr. L floated across from him, an adult once more, but unconscious. Dimentio could see a white orb from inside the man in green, his essence itself. "What have I done?" Dimentio asked, his voice echoing.

Dimentio knew return to normal reality would mean the man in green would remember everything. The best case-scenario is that Mr. L would break his hypnosis. Obviously, that couldn't happen. He would simply be reset by Nastasia, meaning he wouldn't remember being with Dimentio at all. They'd go right back to square one. In fact, Nastasia could make it as though they never met. Though Dimentio believed his heart to be dark and twisted, unable to feel true emotion, he felt a spark in there that the man in green caused.

With a million questions, Dimentio simply floated there, trying to figure out what to do. Staying in the area of infinite blackness outside reality wasn't an option, but what could he do? Staring at Mr. L, Dimentio had an idea.

Snapping his fingers, he caused a giant spiderweb of Mr. L's memories to appear out of his head. The most recent memories were towards the center and the oldest memories on the borders. The memories from the other man, Luigi, were covered with sparking green electricity. Nastasia had blocked those off.

Staring at the infinite amount of scenes before him, Dimentio knew he couldn't find the specific memory he was looking for. It wouldn't be that easy. The solution would have to come with some sacrifice. There was a spell Dimentio knew to start erasing one's memories. With a sigh, the jester thought it was the only option this time. He would have to erase Mr. L's memories until he stopped remembering his name and his brother.

Dimentio snapped his fingers and saw some of the border memories disappear. Dimentio took Mr. L's hand in his before planting a kiss on his forehead. "My dear...I think it's time you start acting your age," Dimentio said softly, allowing magic energy to build up in Mr. L before the man's body began to shrink.

He would make L into a toddler so at least Nastashia would think she knew what was going on. It would appear because he was stuck in a younger body, his mind in order to deal with it, would revert back to what it was when he was three. Though it would be clear Dimentio did it, there's a chance Mr. L wouldn't be completely reset.

Feeling the mechanic's hand grow smaller in his, Dimentio let a single tear flow from behind his mask. It quickly got lost in the oblivion. Mr. L was only about eight years old now with his clothes far too big for him, but Dimentio kept a vice grip on his hand as it continued to shrink, until the man was only a toddler.

Staring at his handiwork, Dimentio knew it was time to reenter reality and snapped his fingers. Within a second, a new blast covered both of them and they appeared in the garage. Holding an empty shirt and pair of pants, Dimentio sat and waited.

Mr. L regained consciousness and sat up from his spot in the corner, moaning before rubbing his head. "What happened...?" He asked before hearing his voice and covering his mouth. Dimentio still towered above him. Shrieking, he cried, "DIMENTIO! CHANGE ME BACK!"

Smiling, Dimentio said, "Why? You're adorable just the way you are, Little Bits!" He bent down and picked up the clothing that the boy in green used to wear, which was now several sizes too large. "Though you're going to need new clothes..."

Mr. L glanced down, noticing he was now naked. He screeched and pulled his bandanna out of the pile, covering his now tiny private part.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" He clenched his fist, but when he noticed how small he was, he started tearing up.

To console him, Dimentio picked him up and rocked him in his arms. "Oh...Don't cry, Little Bits! Here, let me sing you a song." With that, he began to sing a strangely cheerful song. An apple pie, a bright blue sky, a breezy meadow in July...

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. "L? Are you in there?"

Oh no. It was Nastasia. "No!" He shouted, forgetting about his new high-pitched voice. He covered his mouth. "I mean...Go away!"

"Huh? L, do you have a kid in there?"

Mr. L tried to deepen his voice, but it ended up sounding even more suspicious. "I'm doing fine. Leave me alone!"

"I'm coming in there."

"No, don't! I'm, um...Sick!" He did some fake coughing.

Before he could say anything else, Nastasia opened the door. "Huh?" Her eyes widened. Dimentio held a mostly naked toddler with Mr. L's clothes on the floor in a pile. "W-What the?!"

"Oh, look! It's time for my vacation!" With that, Dimentio placed Mr. L on the ground and snapped his fingers. Now, he wore a bright yellow Hawaiian shirt and purple beach shorts. He held two brown suitcases that appeared out of nowhere. "Ciao!" He snapped his fingers again, disappearing this time, leaving the toddler with Nastasia. She eyed him suspiciously.

Things just went from bad to worse.