La li la li la. . . I don't own a friggin' thing. . . do dee do dee do.
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Luigi yawned, sitting up in his bed. The room was still shrouded in the darkness of early morning. Groaning, he stretched his sleep-worn limbs, then glanced over at his brother's bed. There he lay, covers drawn snugly over his head, still deep in peaceful slumber. The green-clothed plumber smiled slightly at his dozing brother, then swung his feet over the side of the bed, yawning again.
He paused, mid-yawn. Something wasn't right. He felt somewhat. . . heavier.
Luigi shrugged it off. "Probably nothing serious," he started to say, but froze after uttering the first syllable. His voice had deepened dramatically. Instead of its usual medium pitch, it seemed to have dropped down into an absurdly low rumble. No, something wasn't right at all.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hardly daring to breathe, then lifted his shaking hands to his face. The rough, sandpapery stubble of a beard that hadn't been shaved recently scratched at his fingertips. Leathery skin covered his now sharply angled face, one of which was so hard and unyielding, it could've been chiseled out of stone.
This wasn't his face. Usually, he had a smooth, soft face, cleanly shaved, with the small exception of his neatly-kept mustache.
Luigi stumbled to his bedside dresser, shoving aside various objects as he clumsily felt around for a mirror. Finally, his tough-skinned fingertips settled on the cool, smooth surface of a mirror.
Shaking violently, he brought the little mirror up with a quivering hand. Peeking out of the corner of his tightly squinted eye, he glanced through the dimness of the room into the silvery surface of the mirror. Once he'd laid his eyes on the reflection glaring back at him, he screamed. Loudly. Then, the little trinket slipping from his hand, he toppled over backwards, and passed out.
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A scream tore through the peaceful tranquility of the morning. Roy whipped around, tangled blonde locks spreading gracefully around him as he did so. Marth bounced to his feet.
"W-what was that?" he squeaked, zipping over to Roy's side and wrapping his little arms timidly around Roy's slender leg. Roy glanced down at the little Altean prince, then shrugged.
"Dunno. Think we should go check it out?" His gaze rose to the direction he assumed the scream had come from. "Probably, huh?"
"N-no, Roy, I think we should-" Marth started, but Roy had already bounded off. He stubbornly thrust out his chin. "Fine! Do what you like! I'm staying right here, where it's safe!"
Defiantly crossing his tiny arms over his chest, he stood.
Everything plunged into silence, the only living thing visible in the entire room being a little yellow mouse, standing in a stubborn pose on the plush carpet.
A cricket chirped an eerie morning greeting outside the living room's huge picture window. Marth paused, glancing uncertainly out the window into the deep blue morning. It was so . . . quiet.
He shifted his weight slightly, leaning a bit to the right. His gaze slowly slid around the dead stillness of the room. He uncomfortably tugged at his high, noble collar, awkwardly clearing his throat.
The clock's ticks resounded noisily throughout the silence, seemingly magnified to loud, echoing thunks.
For a few more moments that felt like an eternity, Marth stood. Finally, he snapped.
"Roy! Oi, Roy-chan! Wait up!" he cried, dashing up the stairs and waving his little paws desperately.
"Roy, wait -- mmph!"
Marth's cry was cut off as he ran, face first, into Roy's legs. Whimpering, he backed away, a tiny paw pressed to his nose.
"Why don't you watch where your going next time?!" Marth whined, rubbing his throbbing little nose. "Anyone with half his mind wouldn't stand in the middle of the walkway like that! I think you broke my little nose! R-o-o-o- o-o-o-y! Aren't you going to at least apologize?! ROY!"
Marth sprang forward, scampering up Roy's slender frame and up to his shoulder. He began insistently tugging at a section of the swordsman princess's thick blonde hair.
"Roy! Hey! Yo! Are you even listening to me?!?! ROOOOOY!!!"
"I-is that. . . Ganondorf?"
"Huh?"
"There."
Marth turned and gazed in the direction of Roy's long, girlish finger. There, slumped in the darkness of the Mario Brothers' bedroom, lay the huge bulk of the Gerudo king.
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Sorry this chapter is so friggin' short. I've got so much to do today, I can't find much time for writing. But, I wanted to get this up before my computer died again, so. . . yeah.
Thanks for reading. More soon. . . I hope.
Luigi yawned, sitting up in his bed. The room was still shrouded in the darkness of early morning. Groaning, he stretched his sleep-worn limbs, then glanced over at his brother's bed. There he lay, covers drawn snugly over his head, still deep in peaceful slumber. The green-clothed plumber smiled slightly at his dozing brother, then swung his feet over the side of the bed, yawning again.
He paused, mid-yawn. Something wasn't right. He felt somewhat. . . heavier.
Luigi shrugged it off. "Probably nothing serious," he started to say, but froze after uttering the first syllable. His voice had deepened dramatically. Instead of its usual medium pitch, it seemed to have dropped down into an absurdly low rumble. No, something wasn't right at all.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hardly daring to breathe, then lifted his shaking hands to his face. The rough, sandpapery stubble of a beard that hadn't been shaved recently scratched at his fingertips. Leathery skin covered his now sharply angled face, one of which was so hard and unyielding, it could've been chiseled out of stone.
This wasn't his face. Usually, he had a smooth, soft face, cleanly shaved, with the small exception of his neatly-kept mustache.
Luigi stumbled to his bedside dresser, shoving aside various objects as he clumsily felt around for a mirror. Finally, his tough-skinned fingertips settled on the cool, smooth surface of a mirror.
Shaking violently, he brought the little mirror up with a quivering hand. Peeking out of the corner of his tightly squinted eye, he glanced through the dimness of the room into the silvery surface of the mirror. Once he'd laid his eyes on the reflection glaring back at him, he screamed. Loudly. Then, the little trinket slipping from his hand, he toppled over backwards, and passed out.
--~~*~~--
A scream tore through the peaceful tranquility of the morning. Roy whipped around, tangled blonde locks spreading gracefully around him as he did so. Marth bounced to his feet.
"W-what was that?" he squeaked, zipping over to Roy's side and wrapping his little arms timidly around Roy's slender leg. Roy glanced down at the little Altean prince, then shrugged.
"Dunno. Think we should go check it out?" His gaze rose to the direction he assumed the scream had come from. "Probably, huh?"
"N-no, Roy, I think we should-" Marth started, but Roy had already bounded off. He stubbornly thrust out his chin. "Fine! Do what you like! I'm staying right here, where it's safe!"
Defiantly crossing his tiny arms over his chest, he stood.
Everything plunged into silence, the only living thing visible in the entire room being a little yellow mouse, standing in a stubborn pose on the plush carpet.
A cricket chirped an eerie morning greeting outside the living room's huge picture window. Marth paused, glancing uncertainly out the window into the deep blue morning. It was so . . . quiet.
He shifted his weight slightly, leaning a bit to the right. His gaze slowly slid around the dead stillness of the room. He uncomfortably tugged at his high, noble collar, awkwardly clearing his throat.
The clock's ticks resounded noisily throughout the silence, seemingly magnified to loud, echoing thunks.
For a few more moments that felt like an eternity, Marth stood. Finally, he snapped.
"Roy! Oi, Roy-chan! Wait up!" he cried, dashing up the stairs and waving his little paws desperately.
"Roy, wait -- mmph!"
Marth's cry was cut off as he ran, face first, into Roy's legs. Whimpering, he backed away, a tiny paw pressed to his nose.
"Why don't you watch where your going next time?!" Marth whined, rubbing his throbbing little nose. "Anyone with half his mind wouldn't stand in the middle of the walkway like that! I think you broke my little nose! R-o-o-o- o-o-o-y! Aren't you going to at least apologize?! ROY!"
Marth sprang forward, scampering up Roy's slender frame and up to his shoulder. He began insistently tugging at a section of the swordsman princess's thick blonde hair.
"Roy! Hey! Yo! Are you even listening to me?!?! ROOOOOY!!!"
"I-is that. . . Ganondorf?"
"Huh?"
"There."
Marth turned and gazed in the direction of Roy's long, girlish finger. There, slumped in the darkness of the Mario Brothers' bedroom, lay the huge bulk of the Gerudo king.
--~~*~~--
Sorry this chapter is so friggin' short. I've got so much to do today, I can't find much time for writing. But, I wanted to get this up before my computer died again, so. . . yeah.
Thanks for reading. More soon. . . I hope.