Hi again! I'm going to write chapters probably everyday from now on and if I don't feel free to spam me saying "New chapter" if I don't respond...spam harder. Anyways, enjoy the chapter! :)

VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED: If you get triggered by content such as suicide or self harm, I strongly reccommend skipping this chapter and reading another fic while you wait for my next chapter.

Pain. It had taken over Mario. Sharper than knives. It cuts deeper than the depths of the twilight zone. It was more harmful than a bucket of pure poison. Mario had felt it before in mtches but not like this. This pain hit his heart. And it was the most excruciating pain anybdy would ever feel. So this is how Waluigi felt. Waluigi had hung himself a couple months ago. His life hadn't been great. He left a video recording for Wario who played it on the SmashScreen.

"Hey all. You're probably wondering what the fuck is Waluigi doing making a video recording? Welp, I'll tell you why. If you're watching this, I'm dead. I hung myself. Gone. Obliterated from all of your lives. But why? Because newsflash everyone, I'm not happy. I've had long term depression for a long time but not like the depression I felt this past year. Why did I hang myself? Time to tell you.

It all started when The Hand stopped picking me less. I mean to be honest, I was kind of relieved because I needed a break. But breaks became my daily routine and then, in late August, they pulled me off the roster. Man, did I feel fucked up. Was I really that useless? Yes.

I started self-harming in October. I just felt like a tall purple piece of shit, because I was a tall purple piece of shit. Usually I'd just get a small pocket knife and slit my arms but sometimes I'd make patterns on my arms. Most of the time I didn't give a single fuck and slit my entire arm open.

I made my final descision to kill myself in February. This was because Wario stopped coming over to watch matches on my TV. He'd go over to Luigi instead. So on my last day alive, I went over to Luigi and gave him $1000. I got this money from selling all of my belongings. I said "Buy something nice for Wario and you" and I left. I also left money for a bunch of people. The money is in seperate envelopes under the tape recording. Please don't steal them.

Duck hunt duo, I leave you two $200 each. You'd always pair up with me in team matches even when I know you didn't want to. It's ok. I actually am thankful to you guys for being there.

Bowser, I leave you $300 for teaching me to do badass powermoves. They really helped me in my smash career. Those days are over now but I still give you the money you deserve.

Pit, I leave you $300 for helping me to try and get back on the roster. You tried your hardest to hack into those authority accounts but it didn't work. I give you this money to thank you because you took the blame.

And finally, Mario. Thanks for coming around to check on me every once and awhile. If you didn't come, I'd probaby kill myself a little earlier. You really helped in those bad times. I leave you $500. Go buy yourself an extra powermove trainer or a DuelBot. You really deserve it.

Anyway, those are the people who get my inheritance. It was nice living with you guys and getting the opportunity to battle with you. I might not see you ever again because you will all go to the havens. Yeah, have a nice life guys. Waluigi out."

The screen had flickered. Tears were tumbling down people's faces like a steamroller but Mario hadn't cried. He had held it in. Waluigi was a great friend. He had told Mario about his depression but never his self-harm or his plan to hang himself. Mario just felt ruined. Wario was crying the loudest, tears flushing out of his eyes and making a loud splash in his hands. It made Mario terrible to see Wario. Wario and Waluigi had been friends since the beginning. He imagined how hard it might have been for Wario. Mario had looked at his feet for the rest of the day.

Looking back at it, Waluigi should have never given inheritance to Mario. Waluigi would have been disappointed to find out that later on Mario would turn out to be a stone cold bitch. Mario still had the money. He did't want to spend it. Everyone else had on the newest powermove trainers but Mario kept it as a sign of how Waluigi cared. He really did. But nobody else had the guts to. Mario, in his age of being a retarted asshole, had thought about spending the money but that little bit of heart he had left said 'no'. And Mario was glad that hi heart stood up for Waluigi. No one ever had.

Mario sat next to his bed, looking in his huge red box with the letter 'M' written on it. He opened it up to find small POG trophies and laughed. He dug deeper, pulling out different memories and years. Then he found the $500. He kept a 100 dollar note as a little reminder of Waluigi and took the other 400 dollars out to his balcony. The wind was strong today, just what Mario needed. He let go, watching the money sway in the strong swell before gliding towards the ocean and into the clouds. Mario sighed. Waluigi was present in Mario's heart now. The friend he needed. The friend he hoped needed him back.