werewolf99: ... I see there's no way to deal with this tactfully... So, please, don't be upset, okay? I already made my FINAL decision on this matter years ago. I'm not going to write a fan character, because they're one of the things I just about can't stand. I'm not going to go around criticizing people's fan characters, because that's unkind. But I'm not going to write any, and that's not going to change in the foreseeable future. So, please... Just stop, okay?

Amethyst Specter


Purple is the hue of the current solar cycle. The value of the visible electromagnetic radiation suggests the chronological position to be in the whereabouts of the twelfth hour of the day.

The protagonist walks through the park, causing a hue shift from verdant to violet and a drop in value to all of the producers he cares to touch. Sharp protrusions are created by this strange and powerful being, as he continues on his way. He has a goal in mind on this day. It is his perpetual concern, of nothing more and nothing less than how to prove himself the superior of his thunderous rival with the gargantuan ocular receptors.

The fungi avoid him - He does not care. He is far too important to concern himself with their petty matters. The man child blazes through, chasing after some chestnut shaped beings carrying something pink and frilly. His shadow is not with him today. That suits the violaceous man quite well. His prey will be far simpler to predate that way.

He ignores the combustion around him - After all, what use is it to him? Unless it pertains to the neverending conflict between he and the man he calls his rival, it has no purpose. He jumps into the air, and makes his way around through his preferred method of movement. His arms go forward, and stroke back. Once again, repeating until he reaches the destination he seeks. The lack of dihydrogen monoxide is of no concern to a being such as he.

He reaches the building that houses his destination. An simple two-part building, with a roof or crimson and emerald, and an announcement of a name above the door. But that name is of no concern to the squirrely man. A snap of his fingers, and the door is gone, replaced by a perfect specimen of solanum melongena - such is his power that this is child's play to him.

No one greets him within the dwelling - As he had planned. He takes time out his his busy plans to separate a few green objects from themselves - For green, to him, is the color of the cozener, he who the man despises with every fiber of his being. Upon the time which the objects have been suitably ravaged to his liking, he gets into place. The next chamber of the simple cottage is his destination - His hiding spot, below a platform, covered in green fabric.

The door to the lavatory opens, as the man in green finishes his washing. The man in purple lies in wait for him to come close. As his footsteps draw near, he prepares to shout the name of the ghost he knows will strike fear into this man's heart. He is ready. He jumps out, shouting the name.


"BOO!" Waluigi yelled, jumping out from under Luigi's bed. "WAA HA HA!" He laughed, as he ran away without even bothering to look at Luigi's reaction.

Luigi sighed, moving over to put his clothes on. "You think he'd get tired of that every once in awhile..." He got his clothes on, and went out to find the Mushroom Kingdom in chaos.

"BOWSER'S KIDNAPPED THE PRINCESS AGAIN!" Toad yelled at Luigi as he ran past.

"... We just got her back TWENTY MINUTES AGO!" Luigi yelled, running off to help is brother once again.


So... All that drama, stupid purple prose, and buildup led to... Waluigi shouting 'BOO!' at Luigi from under the bed. If anyone figured out it was Waluigi before the POV shift, congrats! I know it's short, but I wanted to do some weird Waluigi thing, and it's HARD to write like that. I had to use a thesaurus,