A/N: I'm bored… I feel random… RANDOMNESS RULES! Bwahahahahahaha! Muahahahaha! Bwamuahahaha! …That was weird… I feel like writing in L337. 3\/1L/\/355 R\/L35! (Policemen enter the house) ATTACK of the CABBAGE PEOPLE! RUN! …They've come to take me away, ha-ha!

Mental Hospital

YAY, I found a computer! Now I can spread my mental pain over the world with this fanfiction! Readers beware; I shall mind-control you all in my plan to rule the world! Muahahaha! AHHHHHH! NOOOOO! They've come to take my computer away! NEVER! MY PRECIOUS!

Later, Back at Home

And that's my explanation why it took so long to update this story. This time, I'll try to remain calm, if possible. Pink bunny rabbits are cool! Nooooo! The randomness is coming back! At least i sdil gud riter. nOO, mie riting iz bad to! aghhhhhh! help mee! i goin krasee(er)! …I'm done now… That was very weird… …Wow…

That was a very long author's note.

Disclaimer (finally): I own everything except for everything I don't own. I own this fanfic, but not Mario. (or do I? Muahaha! Soon I shall own the world!)

I think I should write the rest of the story later because I am too hyper. Since this is a sad part of the story, hyperness would make the story odd.

Okay, I'm in a fouler mood today…

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Mario wept and wept and wept, yelling now and then. Nothing could undo or reverse this unfortunate fate; Mario knew that. Because he knew that, he cried some more. He cried and wept for over an hour until he had dried his eyes. No more tears would come out.

As full realization that Peach had died hit him, he collapsed, unconscious. Fate had started a whole new kind of adventure, one that would change his life…forever!

8 Hours Later

Mario awoke at midnight. He was at his house, lying on his bed.

Mario was in an awkward mood. He felt like something was constantly hammering his head from the inside. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he realized why he felt so depressed.

Yesterday's horror returned to him slowly in vivid images. Mario tried with all the mental strength he could muster to yet again deny the fact that Peach was dead. He failed miserably in this task and soon gave up.

How could I have been so stupid? Mario thought. It's my fault for leaving her alone. Why hadn't I realized that the kidnapping had been a decoy?

Mario blamed himself for whatever had happened to Peach even though he didn't know what happened.

He got up off his bed and faced a wall. His anger and grief turned into strength. He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched the wall, hard. The wooden wall did nothing in response. With his now bruised fist, Mario punched the wall several times over.

Slowly the wall started to crack, and splinters dug into Mario's fist. Mario stopped to look at his swollen fist. Splinters stuck out in many places, and his whole hand was covered in blood.

Taking a deep breath, he gathered up a huge amount of strength and punched the wall. The wall gave a final loud snap as Mario's fist broke through the wall and sent wood pieces scattering.

Mario didn't care about the pain his hand now felt or the pain he had felt during the punching. That pain was nothing compared to what he felt inside.

Mario found a cast in one of his first aid drawers and wrapped his hand in it. As he exited the house, he noticed Luigi was not home.

There was no one outside at this time of day. Not a single person was in sight. Mario grabbed a nearby ladder (with his left hand), set the ladder up (again with his left hand but this time also using his foot), and climbed onto the top of his house.

As soon as Mario reached the rooftop, he saw Luigi.

"Figures. Let me guess, you're trying to suicide," Luigi said in an exhausted voice.

Mario said nothing as he turned around and prepared to jump off the roof.

"A fall from a 1-story house isn't going to kill you," commented Luigi.

Mario sighed.

"Anyways, you dying is not going to make anything better. Instead you should progress with life. Save people like you did before Peach…… the incident. Maybe you'll learn to live with it after a few months, or maybe even years."

Mario sat down on the edge. He looked up at the sky. It was a clear sky with lots of stars. After a few minutes of silence, Mario asked a very simple question. "What happened?"

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I'm so gloomy today. None of my friends are home, and everything is simply boring… Anyway, sorry about the short chapter. I'm working on the 3rd chapter as you read. Please R&R.