He was not moving.
Not a smidge.
He was never going to move, ever, even it meant his life would be taken.
It was just fine with him, as long as he didn't lose sight of them.
Ah, perfect couple, perfect house, perfect family, perfect Luigi and Daisy. Always kissing when they the chance, Luigi always taking cookies his wife brought home, Daisy usually forcing her husband to watch some cheesy show with her -
Perfect.
Just, freaking, perfect.
Waluigi didn't mind though, there was always a window that never got covered up.
The bathroom window.
He would always look down and see who was in there at the time - and to see how the mood of the house was. He hated when Daisy was in the bathroom for nineteen years, but when Luigi was in there he wished he would stay there for a long time.
Luigi was perfect - his face couldn't be carved better, his body couldn't raise anymore erections, and his voice couldn't sound any more heavenly.
Daisy, on the other hand, was an obnoxious nuisance. She was a female, which didn't appease Waluigi at all; she was very loud and very demanding.
He wanted to save Luigi from that hell, but how could he without being labeled as a stalker?
From his room - which had a sheet covering the windows at all times so he wouldn't be seen - he had taken many notes and pictures of Luigi to the point where he carved a foot tall figure of the man out of wood. The pictures of him on the walls where disturbing, showing him stripping for the shower or walking down the street with a close up of his rear end.
He even had toys which he used for his fantasies of intercourse with Luigi, eyes closed and smiling like crazy with a picture of a flustered, scared, needy, willing Luigi flashing across his mind - causing the furious use of the toys.
A lot of time went by before Waluigi began a new project - one of getting his man to come into his house just to have the satisfaction of fucking him.
But how? How could he even go about introducing himself? "Hello, my name is Waluigi and I've been creeping about your life for a long time now, please may I invite you to my house for a round of harsh sex and alcohol one evening while your wife is out?"
Surely, some day, he'd figure out how to get Luigi in his grasp, in his bed, for his love.
But until then, he sat there with his countless photos, drawings, carvings, and poems, watching Luigi as he undressed in his bathroom daily.
** As of right now I have 69 stories :l So here's a chapter about Waluigi being a creep. **