Disclaimer: I don't own Super Smash Bros Melee or anything mentioned in this fic.
Here's chapter 2! Now it's time for me to work on Mario's Video Cam 2. I promised chapter 7 would be posted before christmas and I intend on keeping that promise. Although I'm still kinda stuck. I'll give a go at it anyway. But yes, I do have an idea for the next chapter. So if you read Mario's Video Cam 2, look for the next chapter soon. Oh yeah, Mario's Video Cam Revised will soon be updated as well. =D
Warning! If you like or absolutely love Mario, then don't read this! There is extreme Mario bashing in this!
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I Killed Mario...
By: Zorra Lombardi
Chapter 2: 12:51 a.m.
Luigi tip-toed as silently as he could through the dark corridors that were the narrow hallways of SSBM HQ, dragging his brother behind him by the shirt collar. Luigi had a look of determination on his face. He quietly went over his plan to himself. "Okay, all I have to do is sit Mario's heavy ass on the floor in front of Dr. Mario's door, knock three times, run back to my room, lock the door, get in bed, and go to sleep to make it seem like I had absolutely nothing to do with this." He smiled. "Yeah, that sounds good enough." He thought out loud to himself. At that moment, the stupid smile had once again returned to Luigi's face, over-running his previous smile. "Yeah... No one can blame me. Dr. Mario will be held personally responsible for his counterpart's death. My freedom will be safe and I will get the respect I've longed for."
Luigi knew that his plan would work. Dr. Mario had also seemed liked the perfect person to do such a thing to Mario. For he too had a grudge against Mario. Even though it may have seemed like they were the same person, they weren't. Both were very much different from each other.
Born from the part of Mario that had actually wanted to do something with his life besides taking advise from the people who had always thought he was funny when he bent over when he wasn't wearing overalls, Dr. Mario, intentively, wanted to become a doctor. A famous doctor. Although, no matter how hard he seemed to try and study, his dream would just never come true. Sure, he got his game at one time, but it wasn't the kind of fame the he had always wanted. He actually wanted to become a registered M.D., but he always kept a part of the real Mario with him, keeping him from achieving his dream due to the lack of intelligence (Mario wanted to go to plumber school). Because of Mario, Dr. Mario wasn't able to become as famous as he dreamed. He did, however, become an unregistered doctor and practiced medicine without a license. All because he was forced to share the ame intelligence as his other half.
Luigi smirked. He remembered when he had first heard about this story. Dr. Mario had hated Mario ever since he could remember. All the reason why Luigi had chosen the doctor to leave the dead Mario with. He stopped in front of a door and glanced over his shoulder at his dead brother. "Don't worry Mario, I'm going to be leaving you in the best of hands."
Luigi placed Mario's body in front of the door and raised his fist to pound on the door, but stopped. "Hold on, I have to make this look like an accident. But how?" He placed a finger on his lips and began to pace back and forth for a few seconds, stepping on Mario every chance he got. He suddenly paused and snapped his fingers. "I've got it!"
Luigi grabbed Mario's body and quietly placed it against the door, his head on the floor. Then Luigi glaced down at his brother. "I guess I'll see you in hell some day. Oh, wait! What am I saying? I'm not going to hell!" He smirked. "HAHA! So long sucker!" Luigi then roughly kicked the door and ran away down the hall to where he couldn't be seen.
The door had loudly creaked open when Dr. Mario had opened it. He instantly jumped back in surprise when the dead plumber had fallen back into his room. Unaware of the current situation, Dr. Mario had began to assume the this was merely just one of Mario's nightly routines.
Dr. Mario crossed his arms and glared down at the plumber. "Well well, look who it is." The doctor said angrily and not surprised in the least. "What the hell do you want?! Do you have any idea what time it is?" He began to walk around Mario's lifeless body. "I see now. Your drunk again, aren't you? Well, you can go and take your damned business elsewhere! Because I'm not giving you free morphine injections like I did last time." Dr. Mario started gritting his teeth. "I got my ass sued off because you went and told the cops and you laughed at me when I got the letter of the lawsuit!" He then stopped walking and yelled, "YOU ASSHOLE! YOU FUCKING RUINED MY LIFE!"
Dr. Mario suddenly kicked Mario's neck and sent him flying face first into the wall. Mario's body had slumped to the floor at an odd angle. Dr. Mario sighed and then approached Mario and knelt next to him. "I swear, your so damn weak when your drunk."
Being the "kind" doctor that he was, Dr. Mario reached out and grabbed Mario's wrist and took Mario's pulse. After a couple of seconds of trying to find one, Dr. Mario raised an eyebrow. He then looked at his watch while taking Mario's pulse, his eyebrow still raised. "Hmm...."
Completely bewildered and puzzled, Dr. Mario got up and walked over to his desk, which was covered in empty potato chip bags, porno magazines, and dust covered medical books. He picked up a book that was titled "Medical Conditions For Dummies." He flipped through the pages until he finally found what he was looking for. "So you can't find a pulse. Well, your diagnosis is simple, you dummy." Dr. Mario glared at the book as he read out loud. "Your patient is dead. You idiot!" Dr. Mario scowled at the book as he stopped reading out loud. Then it had suddenly dawned on him. Dr. Mario relized the situation. His eyes went wide as he read the last few lines over again. He finally relized why the book had called him an idiot. "Oh my god! I killed Mario!" He gasped as he saw "You bastard!" at the bottom of the page.
Dr. Mario instantly sought for another page. He began to read out loud again. "So your patient is dead and you want to bring him back." He continued to read as it came to a list of possible recessitations, which made his eyes brighten. He ran over to Mario and grabbed his leg and dragged him over to one of the operating tables. "Don't worry Mario. I'll have you alive and drunk again in no time." With that, Dr. Mario heaved Mario onto the table.
Dr. Mario put the book on the counter and reached for a plastic cup. He ran to the sink and proceeded to fill the cup with cold water. After filling the cup to the top, Dr. Mario ran back to Mario and quickly doused his face with the cold water. He waited for a few minutes, but got no results from this attempt of recessitation. Dr. Mario ran back to the sink and, this time, filled the cup with hot water. He quickly tested it with his finger. The result of a red burn mark on his finger was enough to satisfy him. He ran back to Mario and threw the hot water at Mario's face. He waited. Minutes had passed and still no results. "Damn!"
Dr. Mario dropped the cup and ran back to the book. He looked at the next recessitation possibility. He immediately ran over to his TV and dragged it to where it was facing Mario. Dr. Mario ran over to his video library and grabbed a video from his educational shelf. He put it in the VCR and turned on the TV and pressed play. As scenes of topless women appear on the screen, Dr. Mario waits patiently for any possible movement in his other half. Time had passed. Still nothing. Dr. Mario raised an eyebrow as he looked at the TV. "I don't get it. This always get's my heart going."
The doctor turned the TV off and ran back to his book and checked the next thing on the list. He then rant into the bathroom and flipped on the light switch. He rushed over to the bathtub and began to fill it with what seemed like scalding hot water. He stopped the running water when the tub seemed to filled enough. He then ran into the closet and grabbed a towel and a rubber ducky. Dr. Mario ran back to the tub and put the rubber ducky in it. He dropped the towel and then removed his white lab coat and started undoing his overalls. The doctor froze and relized something. "Wait a minute! I'm not taking a bath!"
Dr. Mario re-fastened his overalls and put his white lab coat back on and ran to the operating table and grabbed Mario's arm and dragged him into the bathroom and threw him into the tub. The result of this was a completely drenched floor and Dr. Mario. He ran back to his room and went through a cabinet that had the words "For Emergency Only" written on it. He pulled out a toaster and a couple pieces of bread. Dr. Mario ran back into the bathroom and plugged in the toaster and put the pieces of bread in it. He pulled down the lever to start the process of making toast. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Dr. Mario then picked up the toaster and took a few steps back, but froze as he relized something. "Mr. Bubble-ubbles!"
Dr. Mario dropped the toaster and rushed back to the bathtub and plucked his rubber ducky from the water. He hugged and kissed the rubber duck before he pocketed it. Dr. Mario stepped back and picked up the toaster. He hesitated for a minute, but eventually tossed the toaster into the bathtub.
Electrical sparks began to spread all over the bathtub and the outlet that the toaster was plugged into. As the electricution process continued, the lights in Dr. Mario's entire room began to flicker off and on. Dr. Mario remained standing in his place watching his other half's dead body char in the water. After a few minutes of watching (entertainment in Dr. Mario's eyes), the sparks had ceased and the electricity was out in Dr. Mario's room.
The doctor removed his sunglasses and slowly approached the bathrub. He peered into the water to see Mario, who was floating face up in the tub with the toaster sitting on his stomach. Dr. Mario grabbed Mario's wrist again. He groaned in annoyance when he couldn't find a pulse again and shoved Mario's arm back into the water. Just then, two pieces of toast had emerged from the toaster. Dr. Mario growled. "Well, at least the damn toast survived!"
Dr. Mario grabbed the toast, which surprisingly wasn't soggy, and rushed back into his room and grabbed a butter knife and some jelly from his other emergency cabinet. He rushed back over to his book and looked at what was next on the list as he began to put jelly on his toast. After he read the next thing, Dr. Mario took a bit of his toast and dropped it on the counter and rushed back to Mario in the bathroom. He grabbed Mario by his shirt collar and dragged him back into his room and threw his wet body back onto the table. Dr. Mario ran back to his emergency cabinet and grabbed a very large skillet and went back to Mario. He smirked. "I've always wanted to do this."
It was then that Dr. Mario began pounding Mario upside the head with the skillet several times for ten minutes. When he was finished, he made a move to sit the skillet on the counter, but stopped and hit Mario's head once more. He happily sighed. "Aw man, I feel so much better."
Dr. Mario grabbed Mario's wrist again, but ended up rolling his eyes in the end. Suddenly, his eyes went wide as he let go of Mario's wrist. "Oh no! That was the last thing on the list!"
The doctor dropped the frying pan and rushed back to his book and began to frantically read through the recessitation page. He began to read outloud again. "If all else fails, perform CPR on your patient." Dr. Mario's eyebrows had now disappeared into his hairline. "WHAT THE HELL IS CPR?!"
Dr. Mario turned away from his book and began to pace back and forth, deep in thought. "Think Dr. Mario! Think! What could CPR possibly mean?" He continued to pace for a good while. He suddenly froze and piped up excitedly. "Hey! I remember what that is! I saw it on TV once. Although, I can't remember where I saw it from. But still... That's easy!"
Dr. Mario ran back to Mario and jumped on the table and prepared to perform CPR on his counter part. Dr. Mario began to punch Mario in the chest three times and grabbed his face and pressed his lips to Mario's and kissed him.
It was then that Dr. Mario remembered what happened on that TV show that had showed the performance of CPR. It was a porno movie where a guy on the beach was pretending to be dead so the female (or at least Dr. Mario thought it was female) life-guard would give him CPR. It then turned into a huge makeout scene that eventually led to-
Dr. Mario's eyes became as wide as dinner plates as he quickly pulled away from Mario and rushed to the sink and began to wash his mouth out. After he had finished, he went over to where he had dropped the skillet and picked it up and hit himself with it.
After torturing himself for his actions, Dr. Mario went back to his book and looked at the last thing on the page. He stared at it in horror. The words "Your screwed" were at the bottom of the page.
The doctor walked back over to his other half and stared at him in horror. "This can't be. What have I done? Why did I have go and kick his neck when I could prevented this and gave him the morphine that he wanted?" He asked himself. It was almost as if at that very moment, he snapped and hit himself with the skillet again. "This can't be happening to me!" He hit himself again. "No, I'm ruined!" Another hit. "I'm the one who killed Mario." Another hit. "I'm going to get blamed for all this." Another hit. "I'll never become a registered M.D." There was one more hit before he gasped. "No... I'll be known as Mad Doc for the rest of my life."
Dr. Mario screamed and was near having a nervous breakdown. He fell to his knees and continued to hit himself with the skillet until there was a huge bruise on his forhead. He suddenly stopped and stared off into nothing. "No! I can't let this happen! I won't take being called Mad Doc for the rest of my life!"
The doctor stood up and dropped the skillet. "I'm not going to let Mario ruin my life again!" Dr. Mario looked at the dead body on the operating table. "I have to get rid of you! But no one is going to know that I did this!" He smirked. "I'll just make it look like someone else did this to you."
To Be Continued....
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Chapter 3: 1:47 a.m.
-Three pokemon; Pikachu, Pichu, and Jigglypuff. All three share the same bedroom. During this dark, almost sleepless, and eerily quiet night, Pichu wakes up to find that there is someone joining him next to his tiny bed.
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There's this chapter. Hope you liked it. That is, if your really into sick humor like this. An update will come soon. Just keep checking for chapter 3 within the next... uh.... few weeks? -_- I dunno. Just check back later on. Oh, and leave a review before you go back to hunting for other cool fanfiction. ^_^
-Zorra
Here's chapter 2! Now it's time for me to work on Mario's Video Cam 2. I promised chapter 7 would be posted before christmas and I intend on keeping that promise. Although I'm still kinda stuck. I'll give a go at it anyway. But yes, I do have an idea for the next chapter. So if you read Mario's Video Cam 2, look for the next chapter soon. Oh yeah, Mario's Video Cam Revised will soon be updated as well. =D
Warning! If you like or absolutely love Mario, then don't read this! There is extreme Mario bashing in this!
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I Killed Mario...
By: Zorra Lombardi
Chapter 2: 12:51 a.m.
Luigi tip-toed as silently as he could through the dark corridors that were the narrow hallways of SSBM HQ, dragging his brother behind him by the shirt collar. Luigi had a look of determination on his face. He quietly went over his plan to himself. "Okay, all I have to do is sit Mario's heavy ass on the floor in front of Dr. Mario's door, knock three times, run back to my room, lock the door, get in bed, and go to sleep to make it seem like I had absolutely nothing to do with this." He smiled. "Yeah, that sounds good enough." He thought out loud to himself. At that moment, the stupid smile had once again returned to Luigi's face, over-running his previous smile. "Yeah... No one can blame me. Dr. Mario will be held personally responsible for his counterpart's death. My freedom will be safe and I will get the respect I've longed for."
Luigi knew that his plan would work. Dr. Mario had also seemed liked the perfect person to do such a thing to Mario. For he too had a grudge against Mario. Even though it may have seemed like they were the same person, they weren't. Both were very much different from each other.
Born from the part of Mario that had actually wanted to do something with his life besides taking advise from the people who had always thought he was funny when he bent over when he wasn't wearing overalls, Dr. Mario, intentively, wanted to become a doctor. A famous doctor. Although, no matter how hard he seemed to try and study, his dream would just never come true. Sure, he got his game at one time, but it wasn't the kind of fame the he had always wanted. He actually wanted to become a registered M.D., but he always kept a part of the real Mario with him, keeping him from achieving his dream due to the lack of intelligence (Mario wanted to go to plumber school). Because of Mario, Dr. Mario wasn't able to become as famous as he dreamed. He did, however, become an unregistered doctor and practiced medicine without a license. All because he was forced to share the ame intelligence as his other half.
Luigi smirked. He remembered when he had first heard about this story. Dr. Mario had hated Mario ever since he could remember. All the reason why Luigi had chosen the doctor to leave the dead Mario with. He stopped in front of a door and glanced over his shoulder at his dead brother. "Don't worry Mario, I'm going to be leaving you in the best of hands."
Luigi placed Mario's body in front of the door and raised his fist to pound on the door, but stopped. "Hold on, I have to make this look like an accident. But how?" He placed a finger on his lips and began to pace back and forth for a few seconds, stepping on Mario every chance he got. He suddenly paused and snapped his fingers. "I've got it!"
Luigi grabbed Mario's body and quietly placed it against the door, his head on the floor. Then Luigi glaced down at his brother. "I guess I'll see you in hell some day. Oh, wait! What am I saying? I'm not going to hell!" He smirked. "HAHA! So long sucker!" Luigi then roughly kicked the door and ran away down the hall to where he couldn't be seen.
The door had loudly creaked open when Dr. Mario had opened it. He instantly jumped back in surprise when the dead plumber had fallen back into his room. Unaware of the current situation, Dr. Mario had began to assume the this was merely just one of Mario's nightly routines.
Dr. Mario crossed his arms and glared down at the plumber. "Well well, look who it is." The doctor said angrily and not surprised in the least. "What the hell do you want?! Do you have any idea what time it is?" He began to walk around Mario's lifeless body. "I see now. Your drunk again, aren't you? Well, you can go and take your damned business elsewhere! Because I'm not giving you free morphine injections like I did last time." Dr. Mario started gritting his teeth. "I got my ass sued off because you went and told the cops and you laughed at me when I got the letter of the lawsuit!" He then stopped walking and yelled, "YOU ASSHOLE! YOU FUCKING RUINED MY LIFE!"
Dr. Mario suddenly kicked Mario's neck and sent him flying face first into the wall. Mario's body had slumped to the floor at an odd angle. Dr. Mario sighed and then approached Mario and knelt next to him. "I swear, your so damn weak when your drunk."
Being the "kind" doctor that he was, Dr. Mario reached out and grabbed Mario's wrist and took Mario's pulse. After a couple of seconds of trying to find one, Dr. Mario raised an eyebrow. He then looked at his watch while taking Mario's pulse, his eyebrow still raised. "Hmm...."
Completely bewildered and puzzled, Dr. Mario got up and walked over to his desk, which was covered in empty potato chip bags, porno magazines, and dust covered medical books. He picked up a book that was titled "Medical Conditions For Dummies." He flipped through the pages until he finally found what he was looking for. "So you can't find a pulse. Well, your diagnosis is simple, you dummy." Dr. Mario glared at the book as he read out loud. "Your patient is dead. You idiot!" Dr. Mario scowled at the book as he stopped reading out loud. Then it had suddenly dawned on him. Dr. Mario relized the situation. His eyes went wide as he read the last few lines over again. He finally relized why the book had called him an idiot. "Oh my god! I killed Mario!" He gasped as he saw "You bastard!" at the bottom of the page.
Dr. Mario instantly sought for another page. He began to read out loud again. "So your patient is dead and you want to bring him back." He continued to read as it came to a list of possible recessitations, which made his eyes brighten. He ran over to Mario and grabbed his leg and dragged him over to one of the operating tables. "Don't worry Mario. I'll have you alive and drunk again in no time." With that, Dr. Mario heaved Mario onto the table.
Dr. Mario put the book on the counter and reached for a plastic cup. He ran to the sink and proceeded to fill the cup with cold water. After filling the cup to the top, Dr. Mario ran back to Mario and quickly doused his face with the cold water. He waited for a few minutes, but got no results from this attempt of recessitation. Dr. Mario ran back to the sink and, this time, filled the cup with hot water. He quickly tested it with his finger. The result of a red burn mark on his finger was enough to satisfy him. He ran back to Mario and threw the hot water at Mario's face. He waited. Minutes had passed and still no results. "Damn!"
Dr. Mario dropped the cup and ran back to the book. He looked at the next recessitation possibility. He immediately ran over to his TV and dragged it to where it was facing Mario. Dr. Mario ran over to his video library and grabbed a video from his educational shelf. He put it in the VCR and turned on the TV and pressed play. As scenes of topless women appear on the screen, Dr. Mario waits patiently for any possible movement in his other half. Time had passed. Still nothing. Dr. Mario raised an eyebrow as he looked at the TV. "I don't get it. This always get's my heart going."
The doctor turned the TV off and ran back to his book and checked the next thing on the list. He then rant into the bathroom and flipped on the light switch. He rushed over to the bathtub and began to fill it with what seemed like scalding hot water. He stopped the running water when the tub seemed to filled enough. He then ran into the closet and grabbed a towel and a rubber ducky. Dr. Mario ran back to the tub and put the rubber ducky in it. He dropped the towel and then removed his white lab coat and started undoing his overalls. The doctor froze and relized something. "Wait a minute! I'm not taking a bath!"
Dr. Mario re-fastened his overalls and put his white lab coat back on and ran to the operating table and grabbed Mario's arm and dragged him into the bathroom and threw him into the tub. The result of this was a completely drenched floor and Dr. Mario. He ran back to his room and went through a cabinet that had the words "For Emergency Only" written on it. He pulled out a toaster and a couple pieces of bread. Dr. Mario ran back into the bathroom and plugged in the toaster and put the pieces of bread in it. He pulled down the lever to start the process of making toast. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Dr. Mario then picked up the toaster and took a few steps back, but froze as he relized something. "Mr. Bubble-ubbles!"
Dr. Mario dropped the toaster and rushed back to the bathtub and plucked his rubber ducky from the water. He hugged and kissed the rubber duck before he pocketed it. Dr. Mario stepped back and picked up the toaster. He hesitated for a minute, but eventually tossed the toaster into the bathtub.
Electrical sparks began to spread all over the bathtub and the outlet that the toaster was plugged into. As the electricution process continued, the lights in Dr. Mario's entire room began to flicker off and on. Dr. Mario remained standing in his place watching his other half's dead body char in the water. After a few minutes of watching (entertainment in Dr. Mario's eyes), the sparks had ceased and the electricity was out in Dr. Mario's room.
The doctor removed his sunglasses and slowly approached the bathrub. He peered into the water to see Mario, who was floating face up in the tub with the toaster sitting on his stomach. Dr. Mario grabbed Mario's wrist again. He groaned in annoyance when he couldn't find a pulse again and shoved Mario's arm back into the water. Just then, two pieces of toast had emerged from the toaster. Dr. Mario growled. "Well, at least the damn toast survived!"
Dr. Mario grabbed the toast, which surprisingly wasn't soggy, and rushed back into his room and grabbed a butter knife and some jelly from his other emergency cabinet. He rushed back over to his book and looked at what was next on the list as he began to put jelly on his toast. After he read the next thing, Dr. Mario took a bit of his toast and dropped it on the counter and rushed back to Mario in the bathroom. He grabbed Mario by his shirt collar and dragged him back into his room and threw his wet body back onto the table. Dr. Mario ran back to his emergency cabinet and grabbed a very large skillet and went back to Mario. He smirked. "I've always wanted to do this."
It was then that Dr. Mario began pounding Mario upside the head with the skillet several times for ten minutes. When he was finished, he made a move to sit the skillet on the counter, but stopped and hit Mario's head once more. He happily sighed. "Aw man, I feel so much better."
Dr. Mario grabbed Mario's wrist again, but ended up rolling his eyes in the end. Suddenly, his eyes went wide as he let go of Mario's wrist. "Oh no! That was the last thing on the list!"
The doctor dropped the frying pan and rushed back to his book and began to frantically read through the recessitation page. He began to read outloud again. "If all else fails, perform CPR on your patient." Dr. Mario's eyebrows had now disappeared into his hairline. "WHAT THE HELL IS CPR?!"
Dr. Mario turned away from his book and began to pace back and forth, deep in thought. "Think Dr. Mario! Think! What could CPR possibly mean?" He continued to pace for a good while. He suddenly froze and piped up excitedly. "Hey! I remember what that is! I saw it on TV once. Although, I can't remember where I saw it from. But still... That's easy!"
Dr. Mario ran back to Mario and jumped on the table and prepared to perform CPR on his counter part. Dr. Mario began to punch Mario in the chest three times and grabbed his face and pressed his lips to Mario's and kissed him.
It was then that Dr. Mario remembered what happened on that TV show that had showed the performance of CPR. It was a porno movie where a guy on the beach was pretending to be dead so the female (or at least Dr. Mario thought it was female) life-guard would give him CPR. It then turned into a huge makeout scene that eventually led to-
Dr. Mario's eyes became as wide as dinner plates as he quickly pulled away from Mario and rushed to the sink and began to wash his mouth out. After he had finished, he went over to where he had dropped the skillet and picked it up and hit himself with it.
After torturing himself for his actions, Dr. Mario went back to his book and looked at the last thing on the page. He stared at it in horror. The words "Your screwed" were at the bottom of the page.
The doctor walked back over to his other half and stared at him in horror. "This can't be. What have I done? Why did I have go and kick his neck when I could prevented this and gave him the morphine that he wanted?" He asked himself. It was almost as if at that very moment, he snapped and hit himself with the skillet again. "This can't be happening to me!" He hit himself again. "No, I'm ruined!" Another hit. "I'm the one who killed Mario." Another hit. "I'm going to get blamed for all this." Another hit. "I'll never become a registered M.D." There was one more hit before he gasped. "No... I'll be known as Mad Doc for the rest of my life."
Dr. Mario screamed and was near having a nervous breakdown. He fell to his knees and continued to hit himself with the skillet until there was a huge bruise on his forhead. He suddenly stopped and stared off into nothing. "No! I can't let this happen! I won't take being called Mad Doc for the rest of my life!"
The doctor stood up and dropped the skillet. "I'm not going to let Mario ruin my life again!" Dr. Mario looked at the dead body on the operating table. "I have to get rid of you! But no one is going to know that I did this!" He smirked. "I'll just make it look like someone else did this to you."
To Be Continued....
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Chapter 3: 1:47 a.m.
-Three pokemon; Pikachu, Pichu, and Jigglypuff. All three share the same bedroom. During this dark, almost sleepless, and eerily quiet night, Pichu wakes up to find that there is someone joining him next to his tiny bed.
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There's this chapter. Hope you liked it. That is, if your really into sick humor like this. An update will come soon. Just keep checking for chapter 3 within the next... uh.... few weeks? -_- I dunno. Just check back later on. Oh, and leave a review before you go back to hunting for other cool fanfiction. ^_^
-Zorra