"Tell me who you are first!" I cried.
"You'll know soon enough."
At that, I heard footsteps rustle against the snow that froze about the ground. After that, a hand grabbed mine, and I was being pulled to a kneeling position. A gloved hand.
Gloved? That brought the cringe that came with a quick flashback. Wait… That voice did NOT belong to Mario. It was sinister. It almost buzzed, not like a robot, but almost like an eagle strumming a high and extremely varied guitar string. It dove into depths and soared back up, like the voice of someone evil.
Because it was.
"I may as well ask, my dear," it said. "…Are you alright?"
That's when I turned my head to finally see him. His mask rang a bell in my head. I just couldn't figure out what name that bell rested under.
His face was a mask. He had some sort of hat that almost fanned out like a… fan. It and his shawl were striped with the alternating colors of purple and yellow. He wore black pants and pointy black shoes.
…Were those eyes and a mouth? Or were they seriously just holes into a yellow, black, and red oblivion?
Whatever it was, it creeped me out. It sent shivers up my arms.
"Does anything hurt?" he asked. As kindly as he asked it, his voice still seemed to spell bad news.
But now that I was recovering a bit… I realized that my ankle did hurt a bit. It was a little more than usual as well. Not enough to convince me that I had seriously injured it at all… but enough for me to respond about it.
"Yeah," I nodded. "My ankle. Just a bit, though."
At that, the man raised his left hand up, shook his fingers in a magical manner, and produced sparks of a deep red color. My back tickled, as if they were landing on me.
My pain was gone. This dude was a magician.
He had to have been a magician. That shawl… that hat… They were colorful, even while decked out in only two separate colors. His shoes almost looked as if they were crafted by a wizard. His mask was almost… kinda cute. His voice… Every articulation it made was another different type of shiver for me.
All of a sudden, this mystery jester of a man… enchanted me.
"What is your name?" I asked, feeling the desperation to know well up inside me.
"Dimentio," he chuckled. "Master of dimensions and pleaser of crowds. Thank you for asking. You are without a single place to go, seeing as your previous home was just lifted into the sky by that blubbering turtle of an enemy, yes?"
"…Yes," I chuckled a bit. I liked this guy's way of putting things.
"Why, then, it is me you must follow!" Dimentio continued.
A bubble of skepticism tried to make its way through my mind's throat. However… Man, I didn't know what it was, but my mind didn't burp it. My mind was with Dimentio.
I found myself instantly in a new place. A new… dimension of sorts. How he did that, I still struggle to figure out. We were just… there. I was actually kinda scared for a second. Would I ever make it out of here?
Dimentio could be trusted, my mind chanted to me. Trust him. You'll be fine.
There's more to this than I've revealed, and it is a sudden burst of insane.
