Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, mentions of rape, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.

Hello everyone! This is another short chapter, but again it turned out how I wanted it to. Better, actually.

Praise be unto the lovelies!

sparklespepper: Hey, good to hear from ya. Yeah, the last chapter was definitely a mess (intenionally, though). This one's kind of a mess as well (god I have never used so many line breaks ever), but it's one of my favorites and I'm proud of it.


12

"…Why do you smile like that?" Mr. L asked, turning to look at him critically.

"Like what?" he answered.

L shrugged. "Like that. Is something wrong?"

He laughed and said no. There was no need to tell him all the things the smile hid. But why had he asked if something was the matter?

"It's…kinda creepy, you know…" L said, rubbing the back of his head.

This was the first time they'd been alone in a room together, to Mr. L's knowledge. He was clearly nervous, especially when the other minions seemed to steer clear of the apparently psychotic jester. Now was the time to start planting the first seeds of loyalty and trust.

"Yes, I'm aware. People annoy me."

"Well, geez…"

"You, however, I find to be quite interesting. Where did you say you came from?"

"I-I don't really know… I woke up here, I guess. I've got a serious case of amnesia."

Yes, and a very forced one. "Oh, really? So you have no idea who you are?"

Mr. L blinked and looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "Yes. No?"

He put a hand on his shoulder; a friendly gesture. "Well, how about we stick together?"

L looked confused and pulled away. "What? Why?" He thought this guy didn't like people, and he didn't look like the sort who kept friends.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "The other minions don't like me, and I don't think they like you either."

"What makes you say that?"

"Insulting them right off the bat isn't a good way to make friends."

"Oh, right…" He still wasn't sure what had inspired his earlier confidence and cocky charisma. It hadn't felt quite right to say those things. "So… You're saying you wanna be friends or something."

L failed to notice the way he flinched slightly. "…Sure, why not."


"Why must you always smile like that? Stop it!" Luigi pleaded, cast into a dark corner of the monstrosity's mind.

Dimentio turned to him, shaking. "Why…? Why?! Tell me what you know of suffering!"

"Please… Please stop! You don't need to do this!"

"Yes… Yes I do… There is nothing else for me…"

"Dimentio…"

He focused on the battle in front of him, reveling in his invincibility. Nothing could stop him now. He would have his own perfect world, or die trying. He started to laugh and couldn't stop.

Luigi cringed away, the insane sounds ringing in his ears. He could barely think. The plant whose roots had embedded themselves into his very brain compelled him to obey, to cease fighting. But he couldn't. That was his brother down there! His brother, whom he'd so unjustly been made to hate! He screamed, body collapsing into a seizure.

Dimentio spared him a glance. He saw how much pain Luigi was in… He more than saw it, he felt it, all his reasons for continuing to fight even if it tore his sanity apart. He shook his head sadly and returned to the task at hand. Forgiveness would be a long time coming.


Luigi didn't gasp like the others when Dimentio made his appearance. He hadn't died, so neither had Dimentio. It had been a setup for something. The pain had been so real, but it wasn't. Neither was anything else that jester had ever done. It had all been a setup to gain his trust, to try and twist his loyalty away from the people who deserved it. It hurt, and he hated it.

Suddenly though, he felt that rage wither away. Dimentio beckoned to him, and everything else was gone too. That bastard! He was controlling him somehow, taking away his free will! He was helpless to stop himself from flailing his arms around like an idiot. Soon after, he was sucked into a void and was unable to scream.

He woke slowly, finding himself in a dark place.


Dimentio heard an agonized cry and turned around just in time to see the roots pull free of the skin. He gasped as Luigi laid prone, bleeding and panting, the Floro Sprout clenched in a tense fist. "I-Impossible…" he whispered in complete disbelief.

Luigi found him, eyes dulled with pain. "I'm not…your slave…"

"No! H-How did you-"

He was cut off when their dark little world shook. He almost lost his balance. What was that…?!


Luigi saw what was happening, felt the jester's mad intentions. Why was his heart filled to the brim with suffering? Then he realized…it wasn't his own anguish he felt.

He began to scream inside, and couldn't stop. He pushed at it, pushed away from the numbness and the torment and the broken heart even as he pulled, accepting the physical pain, the fire that ignited each and every nerve ending. It built until everything was finally released, and he fell to the floor. He was empty.

Empty but for the way each heartbeat hurt.

And he met the jester's eyes, and saw all the fear in them.

He knew he would win.


Luigi started to crawl towards him, and he backed away, trembling. A surge of force from outside made him fall to his knees, empty. The invincibility…the certainty, it was all gone. Impossible. This shouldn't be happening…

The blows came. He couldn't move even as Luigi drew ever nearer. The body was fighting without a pilot now. It was losing.

Oh Grambi…

This couldn't be it!

He was going to die.


Luigi pushed himself to his knees and crept towards the jester, struggling to breathe past the tightness in his chest. Dimentio moved away from him, terrified of him. He couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his face. Yes, that's right. He was strong. He wouldn't stand for this.

He felt it when the power of their body decreased dramatically, and the smile widened. Mario…

He was the one laughing now.


Weak. Worthless. Weak. Worthless. It was all he could think, the mantra of his life. He didn't know if he said anything. He might even be screaming.

He closed his eyes and leaned away as Luigi reached him, an insane grin painting his face with wild colors. He felt hands tearing at his chest, scratching through his colorful garb and drawing red.

He was shaking. He couldn't think.


Luigi watched the jester bleed, desiring more. Dimentio did nothing, completely overwhelmed by his fear. Just like he used to be. It was pathetic, those tears running from his curved eyes.

He felt the body's pain. It didn't matter. He could prevent Dimentio from escaping, and that's what he was going to do. He didn't care if he went down with him.

He channeled the hurt, the betrayal, and felt stronger. He loomed over the frightened man, feeling nothing but raw anger as he started to punch and kick and tear.


The pain was coming from three sources now. It was all too much. He curled into a ball, trying to protect himself, to no avail. He discovered he was crying, and not for any reason anyone expected.

The most dangerous pain, the pain inside, increased.

He made no effort to make it stop. He deserved this.

Fire licked around them, and he finally opened his eyes. Luigi was there. It didn't look like he intended to escape.

Now he wasn't just afraid for himself.


Dimentio tackled him suddenly, pinning him to the ground with his own body. He struggled, failing to notice the rising heat of the tiny black world.

Then he was falling, an unknown force expelling him. He crashed into the ground, everything he'd just been experiencing faded away to nothing.

He opened his eyes. It was still black, but there were spots of color nearby. "Bro!" someone shouted, and a man in red hurried over, carefully cradling him in his arms.

Yes, he was Luigi, and that was Mario, and Princess Peach, and Bowser, and Tippi. He watched the last remnants of their body explode and turn to dust, Dimentio's voice wailing in anger and fear as he died.

He would never know that his enemy's last action was to save him.


It was dark, and he was falling. There was so much pain, inside and out. He hit the cold ground with a sickening jolt. He couldn't move, couldn't escape, and soon enough he heard footsteps coming towards him.

He was again consumed by terror as a powerful voice began to read off the charges. The man known as Dimentio…for your crimes against humanity and all worlds, I sentence you to an eternity of suffering in the darkest pits of The Underwhere, where your soul will lay forgotten. Never again will you see the light.

The words rang in his soul as everything disappeared. He didn't know where he was or what was happening.

Suddenly, a line of fire burned itself into his back, and he cried out. The fire built, never stopping, unceasing. He tried to run away from it, but couldn't move.

No escape.

It isn't fair! he tried to scream.

Why!

No escape.

Why!

No escape.

Why!

All his life.

He had done nothing.

Contributed nothing.

Only took away.

He was truly worthless.


Somewhere, there was a flash of light, and two brave souls were whisked away as purity and despair destroyed each other.

Somewhere, there was a tiny spark of hate left over, a small piece of agony attached to an immortal book. It lingered in the dark castle, forgotten and lost.



Hate.

Hate.

Hate.

Hate you.

Hate me.

Hate the world.

You hate me.

The world hates me.

I hate everything.

Kill.


He remembered the pain that wasn't his own, and the hurt that was. How could there be so many kinds of fire?

The dark bothered him now more than ever. He never consciously remembered it.

There was a big empty space in his soul. He thought about friendship, and people who shouldn't be alive.

It was so hard to fall asleep.

It had been months. He still waited.

He didn't know what he wanted.

He didn't know what he felt.

There were too many questions.

Everything seemed so murky and dull now, even more than before. He was more alone than ever. Even though he'd been missing for some time, his brother still left him. Still smothered him. He was sick.

It was hard to believe so much time had gone by. The days seemed like nothing. What was he longing for?

It was like nothing had even happened. Some part of him wished for it back. That part was insane.

It was unconscious, the worst nightmare. He never remembered it, but his heart did. The time when their agonies had bled into each other and they lost themselves. A part of him had always lingered.

He wondered what was broken.

He wondered what made the other scream into the abyss.

He wondered what real darkness was like.

He wondered a lot of things. Too many things. It was unhealthy to be trapped in an endless cycle.

He opened his eyes. The bedroom was dark. His brother was gone.

He blinked, and ice stabbed at his heart. He was there, with his cold, cruel smile.

A black-gloved hand pressed one finger against his lips. He couldn't breathe.

The hand crept up his cheek to the back of his head, where fingers tangled into his hair and held tight.

They pulled. His head tilted back, exposing his throat. The smile came forward as something frigid pressed into the tender flesh.

The other's lips gently brushed against his. With a smooth motion, red came pouring out.

Everything ebbed away.

Everything except laughter.


He pushed against the dark, scrambling, drowning. He sprang upright, hands clutching at his neck.

It was ok. He was fine. He wasn't dying.

He wasn't here.

The first rays of dawn shone through the window. He was the only one in the room.

He laid back down, breathing heavily.

It wasn't the first time he'd dreamt of being murdered by Dimentio.

It terrified him.

It was a very real possibility.

He was surprised to still be alive.

Because if Dimentio wanted him to suffer, he would.

He stayed in bed well into the day, trembling.


Heh, literally all I had when I went into this chapter was "Super Dimentio stuff here go". Then everything went more to hell than I thought it could. I finished it and looked back over it and was like "Jesus where the heck did all this come from?"

I promise there will be real action next week, this stuff was important to establish. See you all later! (love ya!)