**You wanted fluff? To bad, psycho Waluigi time.**
"My pretty, my beautiful..."
His voice echoed off of the walls, the effect making the room feel colder than it actually was. Dirty gloved fingers shook as they hovered over a smoothed picture, hitting against the surface before sliding down to the bottom. The action repeated, again, again, again.
"Why, why won't you love me back?"
The smiling man in the picture gave no answer. Nor did the same man in the pictures around him.
The one petting said photo did not allow their smile to falter; it only grew with the return of silence. Hungry eyes darted around to the various angles of the one he admired, taking in every curve of his body, every seam of his clothes, every strand of his mustache, every little bit of him.
"I've been to hell and back for you. Love me. Love me back..."
He stretched out his leg, kicking an empty bottle into the floor. Clanging against the wood, it slowly rolled over to join the small pile of similar bottles at the end of the bed, hitting against another one with a small clink.
The man pulled his hand from the picture he had been petting, using it to prop up his head. He batted his eyes, giggling while he squirmed, "I can't wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow is a very, very special day for us."
He rolled onto his back, the volume of his titters increasing, "You're gonna love me. Whether you want to or not."
oOo
This chair is uncomfortable...
He pulled against the ropes that securely held him to said piece of wooden furniture. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, daring to pull with all his might in hopes of snapping his binding in half.
The result was more pain and possibly new bruises on his arms. He let out an exasperated sigh, pressing his feet together as he whined.
I want to go home!
The moment the first sob escaped him, he quickly became a bawling mess. Tears blurred the walls he had been gawking at for the past star-haven-knows-how-many hours, carrying all the exhaustion and frustration he felt down his cheeks. Home, home, he wanted to be home!
His gasps, sobs, sniffles, and moans echoed around the dank room. The only light provided came by the rays of the morning sun peeking in from the window, illuminating the peeling lavender wallpaper and the stained plum carpet.
As he took note of these colors, the man's crying stopped as his mind began to race.
T-the colors...i-if I'm still in the Mushroom Kingdom, then they should help me figure out where I am! He bit his lip, squinching his eyes at the feeling of tears drying on his cheeks. I-I wouldn't dare to think this is Waluigi's house...but there's no one else who likes...gaudy purple décor.
A shiver ran down his spine, if this is Waluigi's house, then...what am I doing here?
The door to his left slowly opened with an ominous creak, an ever familiar tattered glove clutching to the door handle. The hinges squeaked as the newcomer resumed to push the door back, slowly revealing his wide eyes and his terrifyingly large smile from the doorframe.
The man's heart stopped. "W-Waluigi...?"
The taller stepped in, cocking his head and bringing his hands together at his chest, "My pretty, my beautiful..." he whispered.
"E-excuse me?" He began to push himself backwards with his feet, "W-Waluigi, what are you-?"
Waluigi took a sudden, large step forward, "Why, why won't you love me?"
"I-I-I-"
"I've been through hell and back for you."
"W-Waluigi! What's wrong with-!"
Waluigi grabbed him by the shoulders, nearing his face and growling through his teeth, "Love me back, Luigi."
Luigi's jaw shook as he tried to piece his next words together. His stutter alone was almost enough to make him faint from the fear he was currently experiencing.
"W-W-W-W-W-Wal-W-W-W-Walu-Walu-Wal-Walu-!"
Slender fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, Waluigi's breathing became heavier as he got even closer to Luigi's face.
He hoarsely whispered, "You're gonna love me. Whether you want to or not."
**That was actually very short I'm sorry I've lost my muse lately.**