PS. I would've put other characters on the list under the summary, but I didn't want to reveal or foreshadow anything before ya read the story. Anyways, enjoy! Also, this is exclusively set in the world of Super Paper Mario.
"A-are you ok?" asked a young woman. "Ugh..." groaned the fallen male. His eyes slowly fluttered open to see a slightly tan-skinned female with long, wavy hair and radioactive green eyes. Her expression was one of concern as she looked into his bright yellow eyes. She sat next to him, on his left, her right hand under his head and her left hand brushing the dirt and dust from his face. She helped him slowly sit up. "W-what happened? Where am I?" He then looked at the girl again. "And who are you?" The girl seemed relieved. "Oh good, I thought you were dead or something. Anyways, to answer your questions in order: You took quite a fall and now you're at the bottom of a slightly high cliff. And my name is Violet, which refers to my hair of course. But, I'm not important right now, you are. Now tell me, does it feel like you have any broken bones?" She continued to ask him several questions, making sure he was alright. She also used magic to conjure up an x-ray. He had two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and a broken leg. A tear rolled down Violet's cheek as she saw how badly he was hurt. He was also covered with numerous cuts, scrapes, and bruises. Most of the scrapes and cuts were bleeding, though, not severely. "Well, I can either heal your numerous cuts, scrapes, and bruises, as well as both ribs or your fractured wrist. Or I could heal just your wrist and leg. Or I can heal both ribs and your wrist. Which would you rather have happen?" she asked. "Well, my minor injuries are of no problem, but as of my broken bones, I'd say,..." He thought for a moment. "Both my ribs and my fractured wrist." he answered. "Ok, hold on. This won't hurt, but it might take a while." Violet told him. She placed one hand on his chest and the other, gently, around his fractured wrist. Even though she didn't put too much pressure on his wrist or chest, he still grimaced in pain. Violet closed her eyes as a dim light eminated from her hands. He could feel the pain in chest and on his wrist fade away until there wasn't any. She opened her eyes and asked, "Do you feel anymore pain in you wrist or chest?" He then replied, "Well, I know my ribs aren't broken anymore, but I can't tell if my wrist is ok because you're still holding it." Violet bushed as she quickly removed her hands from his wrist and chest. "Sorry. Anyways, you know my name, so tell me yours." As he tested his wrist, he gave his answer, "I'm Dontellano. I'm a..." Dontellano paused, not wanting to finish his sentence. "You're a what?" Violet asked. Dontellano said in a whisper voice, "I'm a member of the Darkness Tribe." Violet looked as if she didn't believe him. "But the people of the Darkness Tribe are cruel, and evil, and, um, they don't have skin that's pale. At least, I've never been told that they do. Heck, far as I know they have dark blue skin, black hair, and their eyes can be red, orange, or yellow. Are you sure you didn't just hit your head hard and now you think that?" Dontellano shook his head. "I'm sure. I know the pale skin is strange for a member of the Darkness Tribe. In fact, some thought I was a fluke, and that I wasn't even a member of the tribe. But after a few tests, it was concluded that I was the child of two tribe members, and my pale skin was just a rare occurance." Violet's smile widened. "People said the same thing about my eyes. They said it was like my irises were made of radioactive ooze. I told those people they were crazy, which they were." Violet said. Dontellano and Violet continued to talk for the next couple of hours. Dontellano found himself quite taken with Violet's personality.
There she was, living what she would say was the best moment of her life. Violet was pinned against a tree, kissing Dontellano, her finger twirling a lock of his hair that matched her hair color. She had gotten a lock of her hair dyed to match the color of his hair too. She had known him for a few months, and she had just learned that he loved her. She loved him too. She had just carved into the tree she had her back to: V+D 4-Ever. And it was surrounded by a heart with an arrow through it. How could the day get any better? They pulled apart, and Violet rested the side of her head on his chest, beaming. Dontellano was smiling too, and both of them had their eyes closed. Violet's eyes shot open as she remembered something. "Dontellano, there's something you must know. Last night, at the dinner party my mother spoke of-" Dontellano placed a finger over her lips to silence her. "Don't worry, I'm sure it was nothing bad." he assured Violet. "No, it was bad. He spoke of a plan to end the Darkness Tribe; a plan to kill each and every one of its members." said Violet, fear in her voice. A serious look appeared on Dontellano's face, and a tear rolled down Violet's cheek. "Shhh, don't worry, it's ok." he cooed as he wiped the tear away. He pulled her in for hug, trying to console her. Then they heard a strange sound as something rushed past their ears. They opened their eyes to see an arrow imbedded in the tree about two inches from Violet's face. Violet turned pale, daring to look over Dontellano's shoulder. She was frightened by what she saw. There was a tall man with dark blue skin and black hair. His red eyes were burning with fury. He held a bow in his hand with a quiver of arrows over his shoulder. More men appeared behind him. A few dozen, at least. Then she heard leaves and twigs being crushed and snapped behind her. She saw many human and Light Tribe men. About the same number as the Darkness Tribe. Violet shivered in fear. Dontellano held her close, determined not to let anyone hurt her. The Light Tribe and the humans charged towards the Darkness Tribe. During the fight, Dontellano and Violet ran until they were at a cliff. They couldn't jump because if they did, they would die. They were cornered by humans and members of the Light Tribe. A woman with tan skin and long honey-colored hair stepped forward. "Violet, get away from that...that monster!" she ordered. "No mother! I...I...I love him! And I won't leave him!" Violet yelled at her mother. A look of digust crossed her mother's face. "So be it. Grab them and separate them!" she ordered. "No!" cried Violet. They were taken to the a human camp where, for being near her daughter, Violet's mother had Dontellano punished punished publicly. But as the whip went to hit his back once more, Violet ran through the crowd and stood in the way. The whip hit her face, leaving a deep, burning cut. A collective gasp arose from the crowd as they backed a few feet away. Violet held one hand on the right side of her face. Even though it hurt, she spoke, "You and my mother have gone out your way to punish him to such severity, and all because we are in love! Where has your sanity and humanity gone!? You people are nothing but hateful, heartless, evil beings. Especially you two!" Violet pointed to the lasher and her mother. She put her hands down and turned on her heel, then walked to Dontellano. "Violet, get away from that monster." her mother ordered. Violet acted as if she didn't hear her mom. She knelt down next to her beloved and removed a blanket that was tied around her waist. "Violet, get away from that Monster!" her mother yelled loudly. Violet placed the blanket over Dontellano's back muttering "Shut up, mother!"under her breath. She grabbed a knife and cut the rope tying Dontellano to the post. She helped Dontellano up, then gently wrapped her arms around him, tears streaming down her cheeks like two miniature rivers. "Violet! I won't tell you again! Get away from that MONSTER!" Violet's eyes burned with pain and fury. She turned and glared at her mother and yelled, "Shut up mother! He's not a monster! YOU ARE!" Just then, members of the Darkness Tribe ran up. The tallest of them grabbed Violet's mom by her neck and demanded to know where Dontellano was. She pointed in Violet's direction, and the man dropped her. He walked over to Dontellano and Violet, Dontellano stepping protectively in front of Violet. The man raised an eyebrow. "Why do you insist upon protecting this girl?" asked the man, in deep voice. "Because I love her." Dontellano answered. "Well then, come along, both of you."
"Happy 21st birthday!" Dontellano's father said to him. "It would be happier if Violet were here? Do you know where she is?" Dontellano's father grinned maliciously. "I got rid of that vixen. And now I will wipe your memory of every moment she was there, from the day you two met, up to now." Dontellano jumped up. "What?! No!" But it was too late. Men had grabbed his arms and legs, holding him down. "Now, now, don't squirm. In a minute, you won't even remember her." Little did he know, Dontellano had anticipated this. Just a day earlier, he had given Violet a bottle. One drink of the potion inside would restore his memory. But having his memory erased of Violet would mean she would have to find him. And that wouldn't be easy. But that day, she swore to search as long as she had to, to find him, to restore his memory, and never leave his side again. She also swore she wouldn't love anyone else. No one but Dontellano.
I have no words. And I wrote this for goodness sake! *Shrugs and leaves to go watch tv and drink soda*