Author's Note: Yes. Just a little one-shot because I felt like writing a Luigi's Mansion fic and plus, I have to make y'all familiar with my character! Enjoy:3
The Closet Incident
Luigi, shaking worse than a leaf in the middle of a typhoon, crept through the hallways of the mansion. The Poltergust 3000 hung from his back, and his flashlight (equipped with a lightbulb twice the intended size, just in case) was held in his hand with a tense grip. It shone brightly in the dusty, old-but-not-really hallways.
"M-m-mario?" Luigi's quivering voice rang through the silent hallways, echoing off into nothingness. Luigi winced slightly, the spookiness of the place striking him again. Ghostly bats hung from the rafters, squeaking and fleeing into the walls as he vindictively shone his flashlight at them.
A door appeared before him. He eyed it suspiciously, seeing as more than one door in this mansion had given him an unfortunate nose-ache in the past.
Then, suddenly, his flashlight went out. With a high-pitched, girly shriek of terror, Luigi looked around jerkily, afraid of the dark. He decided that maybe, perhaps, with luck, there would be somewhere to hide beyond the door. He rushed up to it and opened it – it didn't seem to be one of the faux-doors at least – and hurriedly ran into the room. It seemed to be nothing more than a janitor's storage closet. He hit the light switch before he realized there was no bulb screwed into the lamp.
Nevertheless, he ventured into the storage, eyes wide with terror and his entire body tense, ready to leg it at the slightest sign of paranormal activity. He found a chair in the corner – the thought that a chair inside a storage closet might be a bit odd didn't cross his mind – and sat down, and feverishly began to examine his flashlight. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the bulb – better safe than sorry, he thought, and changed it, but the flashlight still didn't work – so he checked the batteries.
Or he would have, if they'd been there.
His eyes went even wider, if possible, and they rolled back in his head in mind-numbing horror as a ghostly chuckle echoed inside the walls. Suddenly, a ghost appeared before him, hovering in midair. It was the ghost of a Shy Guy, it seemed, and even though the mask was mouthless and had red streaks on the cheeks, it bore a striking resemblance to the more-dumb-than-not minions of the Koopa King. The suit was red and ended both on the back of the head and where the legs should've been with curling, reddish-pink bits of cloth. In the eyeholes of the mask there were two small, orange pinpoints of light, and although these eyes where nowhere near human there was a distinct look of amusement in them.
Luigi, acting in sheer panic, frantically reached for his ghost vacuum. He tried pulling it loose but something held it in place. When he realized he was defenseless he gave up, and in a moment of sheer irritation overcoming his fear he sighed, rolled his eyes and fainted.
'Creepy' Zacharias B. Wolfgang had no intention of harming Luigi. He simply loved playing pranks on people tresspassing on the mansion grounds, and frequently his fellow ghosts too. This earned him some notority among the ghosts who, for example, rather used the walls than the doors on days he was seen with a bucket of any given fluid. He cackled giddily as he regarded the unconscious form of Luigi before putting the batteries back into the flashlight and disappearing into the walls, still chuckling...
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Author's Note: Well then, there you have it! I know, not much in the way of a plot, but then again my character LIKES pointlessly annoying people, so it fits! xD