Well…believe it or not, I'm back! It's been so long! Trust me, I would NEVER let this fic die! Now, before I rant, please enjoy…bwa ha ha…
I have had a change of heart about this story. There will be what you could call a happy ending, but Dr. Mario with have to fight for it, you know.
Stories without happy endings are really tough to read. I can handle reading them, but writing a hopeless story is something completely different.
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It was just the next morning.
I woke up with a groan, and rolled over on my bed.
I faintly noticed my covers tossed all over the floor around my bed, and I moaned again and I sat up, and attempted to rub the sleepiness from my eyes.
I remember now.
I threw myself on the bed last night, and cried myself to sleep. That would explain the slightly damp pillow, and my ruffled clothes.
Turning, I dangled my legs over the side of the bed, before pushing off, and stretching. I yawned loudly, then tried straightening my clothes a little before walking out of my room.
The hallway was quiet, so I assumed I missed the morning breakfast rush.
That's great. I was just down the hall from Kirby and Yoshi, who were bunked together. It was natural custom for them to run me over as I got ready for work.
I couldn't help but smile at the two clowns. I felt a little better about myself…I thought about it at length, and there really was nothing I could have done about those poor people I failed to save. I used every single possible precaution. It probably WAS my fault that Uncle Rex died, though. I used an untested substance on him, when I shouldn't have. Well, it wasn't ENTIRELY untested. I just hadn't tested it on a living person, though…
I walked down the stairs, and into the lobby, which was empty. From there, I continued into the dining hall, which, as I expected, was full of smashers.
As usual, Kirby and Yoshi were pigging out at their end of the table, and already they had pork bellies.
I laughed heartily, and walked over to my chair, which I sat down in.
I was between Roy, and Fox.
"It's about time you got up." Roy commented, stuffing his face full of food, to the point he looked like a chipmunk.
"I decided to take the day off." I replied as I ordered pancakes and eggs with bacon from a wire frame chef.
"Really, now?" He asked. "…You're acting a whole lot merrier than last night."
"…I had a change of mind." I said pensively. "…If you keep stuffing your face like that, your cheeks will burst, and I'll have to stitch them back on your face." I smiled.
Roy retorted, but his mouth was so full of food, all I heard was a lot.
"I can't understand you." I replied mildly as the wire chef brought my food. I hadn't realized how hungry I really was, until my eyes looked upon the food. My stomach growled loudly, and before long, I was attacking the food the same way Roy was.
"Ha ha ha!" He laughed. "It's all just a show! You can posture all ya like, but deep down, you have as many table manners as me!"
I silently agreed, and continued mauling my food. Mmm mm! It was good.
After finishing, I grasped my napkin firmly, and wiped my mouth clean, and once again, I had a respectable look.
Roy, however, had quite a mess on his face. Syrup was stuck on his face like you would find honey on a bear's muzzle.
"So…what do you have planned today?" I asked him casually.
"Me? Nothing that I can think of…why?" He asked, his mouth miraculously empty.
"I was thinking of watching TV a little. Would you care to join me?" I explained to him as I cleaned up my table space. We all were, after all, responsible for our table space.
"Sure!" He accepted, but I barely understood him, as his mouth was stuffed with pancakes again.
"Alright then, see you in the living room." I said as I finally pushed my chair back, and stood up to leave.
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A few minutes later, I had changed into some more comfortable clothes, and situated myself on the end of the couch, my favorite spot.
Roy strode into the room, with a grin plastered on his face like Christmas came early, and stayed for a week.
It must have been another one of his sugar highs.
"Hello, Roy!" I called out to him. "Want to watch that 'Case Closed?" show?" I asked him.
"That cool show where they try to solve real mysteries?" Roy asked excitedly. "I LOVE that show! Count me in! WHOOOOOOOO!!!"
He jumped into the air, and landed on the couch with a huge thud that made me shoot up into the air with the force. I landed with a thunk on my spot, and I quickly made myself comfortable again.
"Now, before we injure ourselves, let's turn on the TV." I suggested.
Roy grabbed the remote, and flipped the power button.
The big plasma screen TV in front of us clicked on, and while it started up, Roy pressed the number buttons to make it go to the right channel.
Just in time, too. They had just finished the stupid show intro, and the case had already started.
The announcer on the screen had his microphone, and had already started speaking.
"This morning, officials discovered a body at intersection four, in Smash city." The man spoke while walking down a sidewalk, to a spot where there was a crowd, and police tape.
He cut through the crowd, and on camera, there could be seen a chalk line of where the body had lain.
"Reports say, the victim was covered in their own blood, as if some type of foreign substance had attacked their body and caused their pores to bleed, a venom, for example.
Now, what REALLY happened, folks? Today, that's what we're going to find out!" The announcer said. Then, some commercials appeared, and that gave us enough time to talk.
"…That's just in the city close by." Roy said. "…Cool. We've never had a show hosted near our house before!"
"Curious." I commented.
"That intersection four is in a nasty part of town, anyways." Roy said. "Who knows what happened there?"
"…I don't know of any compounds that anybody down there could have possibly possessed." I said, at length. "This is strange."
"I hope they can solve the mystery!" Roy said.
"They almost always do." I assured him.
By then, the show had started up again, and the announcer was once again on camera.
"The next step I decided to take, is go into the morgue where the body is currently being autopsied. Before I can take the next step, and begin searching for more clues, I must see what exactly happened to the victim." The announcer said.
"Here's the morgue owner now." He said, as an elderly man with a black suit, and grey moustache walked up.
"I take it you're here to see the body, now?" He asked.
"Exactly." The announcer said.
"…Hmm, follow me." The owner said.
They walked into some double doors, into a long, white hallway full of doors.
"…First, we'll put on some protective gear, in case this body has something contagious. We don't want it spreading, now, do we?"
"Oh, of course not!" The announcer said.
They proceeded to a supply closet, where they outfitted themselves with disposable doctor's scrubs, hair covers, and a facial mask to cover their noses and mouths.
"Now…now that we are ready to begin, let's go." The announcer said.
"Follow me, then." The owner said. They walked down the hall for a little while, before entering a door that lead to an autopsy room.
It looked just like a doctor's room, only it was for autopsying dead bodies.
My stomach squirmed uncomfortably as I looked at the room.
For some reason, I was very uneasy.
The show host, and the owner walked into the room, just as they started cutting open the body. Roy and I shared disgusted expressions, only mine was a lot less expressive than his.
To my interest, the body was only a day old, but the flesh was already far into the process of decaying, and the flesh looked a little purple, definitely something new to me.
It happened so suddenly, Roy and I hardly believed it.
The body's arm twitched, and the others in the morgue seemed to notice.
"Oh, we must have stimulated a nerve." The announcer laughed nervously.
Roy and I exchanged significant looks.
The announcer reached for his knife, which he had dropped in his haste.
The air was rent with a sickening sound, the sound of flesh ripping.
Sickly hued purple claws shot from the fingers of the body, and it sat up, and opened its eyes.
The eyes were slightly rotten, but, the whites of the eyes were purple, and the irises were red with blood. The pupils were still black.
The announcer screamed, as did everybody else. They bolted out of the room, and the person who had been carrying the camera dropped it.
The camera smashed on the ground, and the screen turned into static.
I didn't even wait for Roy's reply.
I tore out of the room, bolted through the house, and jumped down the last flight of steps in the foyer.
I dashed out of the mansion, and into my car, and I was starting it up, when, Roy bolted out, with his sword sheathed by his side.
"How do you expect to leave me behind, and get away with it?" He yelled. "We're in this together! We both saw it!"
"…Fine, get in." I said seriously.
He nodded, and ran around to the passenger side, while I finished switching gears.
He hopped in, and slammed the door shut just as I started revving the engine
I switched gears again, and then the car's engine screamed as Roy and I tore out of the driveway, and into the city.
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