Nothing to lose.
Back to this thing. God, I need motivation... Oh, Hi Emma... You have spare motivation? GIMME! (Emma totally didn't help with description... No, she did.)
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Mario wandered near aimlessly through the streets of Toad Town, being led only by the dim glow of the street lights that would eventually lead him home. His hands were thrust deep into his pockets, his right hand playing with the Golden Key. The Mush-moon hung high in the sky as the Toad Town clock chimed the arrival of midnight.
One...
Two...
Three...
Fo... Yeah, it's midnight.
Mario sighed heavily, the sight of Bowser's horrifying corpse still strongly embedded in his memory. Then something else edged it's way to his frontal lobe... Luigi. Mario picked up the pace, changing his wandering saunter into a purposeful, brisk walk, which broke into a determined run.
"Shit, must get home," was all Mario could think. Luigi was home alone, and sick. No-one knew the cure, and he was being forced to suffer through it. The pills he had been given were keeping him alive, but Mario was sure they were only making the condition worse.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," Luigi needed his next dosage, and soon. They might not work, but better safe then sorry, right?
The door almost fell of it's hinges as the plumber slammed it inwards,
"Luigi!" Mario called to his bed-ridden brother, "Luigi! You okay"
"Never better," came the croaky reply from Luigi. So brave was his brother, highly uncharacteristic.
Mario ran into the kitchen, grabbed Luigi's pills and sprinted into the brothers' room. Luigi lay in the bed, foot to chin covered in a poofy green duvet, and still shivering. Mario placed two pills in his hand, and let Luigi pick them up. The duvet shifted slowly, Luigi's boney hand slide out from under the cover, it came over Mario's plump hand... and knocked the pills to the floor meekly.
"Luigi... What?" Mario looked into his younger brother's lifeless grey eyes, the illness had drained all of the colour out of him.
"I... I can't do his, Mario. I'm done."
Tears began to form in Mario's eyes at his dying brother's words. No, Not like this. "Don't cry, Mario. Please. Be strong for me."
Mario's voice came out as level as he could make it... not very. "You can't leave me, bro. Not now, not in bed. no." The salty tears rolled down Mario's cheek, wetting his moustache.
"Mario. You remember all the great times we had? Playing as kids, fighting Bowser, that unorthodox battle we had?" Mario had to giggle. "Remember those. Always keep adventuring, Mario."
Mario's tears dropped onto the duvet, Mario turned away. Luigi was right. He had to be strong. "Luigi... I love you."
Luigi gave his final smile. "I love you too, Mario."
The slow up and down motion of his duvet became even less noticeable. His eyes closed and his heartbeat came to a halt. The great second best... was dead. Mario spent the night crying.
The next dreary morning, Mario called everyone important who had to know and left the house, Key clutched tightly in his gloved fist. I there was a Key there had to be a door.
"Keep adventuring, Mario," He'd never stop, his brother believes in him.
And, hell, now Mario had nothing to lose.
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Cue crying and all caps fuck yous in the reviews :P Sorry guys, had to be done. See you next time :D
