A/N: 'ello. This fic is from Luigi's Mansion, so don't read if you don't want any spoilers. This is after the game. Everything is different. The mansion is still there, but the ghosts aren't. I'm ignoring the factual background stories of the portrait ghosts and making up my own. Maybe some OOC ness. Flames are not welcome but opinions are.
Disclamer: I don't own Luigi's Mansion or Mario. And I have no money. I will…TURNINTOABEGGER!! MUAHAHAHAHA! *ahem*
The small professor looked every please with the pieces of art back in place. Luigi wandered around, glanced at a couple of them with a questioning face. E.Gadd shuffled towards Luigi to view what the green-capped hero was looking at.
"That's Neville," he answered the unspoken question. He pointed his tiny finger at another portrait. "And that's Melody and over there is Miss Petunia."
"You know so much about them. Do you know who they really were or how they died?" Luigi asked. He was very interested in the ghosts. They did nothing to him, but scare him. Well, except Chaucey, Spooky and Bogmire. The little man smiled.
"Of course. Sometimes, the ghosts repeat scenes in their lives and people wanted to know why. It's part of the study too." Luigi traced the dusty frame that held the picture of the twins with his fingers. The young Italian was deep in thought. They were people before…he thought.
"You wouldn't mind tell me about them, would you?" These weren't the mindless Boos or the brightly colored ghost he's encountered. They have to hold some kind of history.
"Do you want your brother to join in on the storytelling?" he swooped his hand toward the golden door down the hall. Luigi walked towards the door and opened it. He was embarrassed at what he saw.
"…and you stupid little King Boo can have a beard. And Bowser will be bald. Nyahahaha…" Mario was having fun doodling on the large painting.
"Mario!"
"Ack! Luigi! Don't scare me like that!" he sloppily juggled the magic marker that was released from his grip. Luigi rolled his eyes. And he was supposed to be the older brother.
"Do you want to hear the stories about the ghosts or continue your scribbling?" Mario almost turned as red as his hat.
"I-I'll go and listen," he knew that he was caught; the tone of his voice showed it. They re-grouped near the stone angels and waited for the scientist to speak.
"Now, the tales have different tones and different reasons on why or how they died. Some is jealously, love, hate, for the youth or the elderly. Whom should I tell about first?" he cupped his hands together. Mario wasn't very familiar with the ghosts, so Luigi selected.
"How about Neville?"
A/N: Short chapter! Wahh….oh well. I'll try to make the next ones longer. Please review. Please?