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Chapter 3

Luigi can't say he was too happy about going to this person's house. She was loud and rude over the phone, Luigi can't imagine how she is in person. He knew Mario didn't quite understand what she was saying too well, but Luigi understood every single thing she said. And they weren't too nice. But his brother was driving, so Luigi couldn't complain too much. His eyes lulled to the outside window. His mind began to wonder, daydreaming about the future. Brooklyn, what a loud, bustling city. Luigi wonders if there's more out there. Sure, there's a ton out there, but what is there really? What does Tennessee have that Brooklyn doesn't? One might say a Cracker Barrel, but that is besides the point. He glanced back at his brother. Despite the previous encounter, Mario still seems in high spirits. Luigi wishes he could feel the same way his brother did. Mario made a quick turn into a large apartment building, causing Luigi to cling to the door. Mario didn't say a word as he parked the van into driveway.

"Mario," Luigi squealed. "Please, please, be more careful. You know I don't like sharp turns like that."

Mario didn't even look at Luigi as he climbed out of the vehicle. His eyes stared at the empty driver's seat. Geez, what was that about? He scrambled out of his seat, gripping his toolbox with a vengeance, trotting up towards his brother.

"I didn't mean to be rude," Luigi mumbled. "I'm–"

Before he could continue, a large woman barreled out of the house. She waltz over to Mario and began to talk to one another, though Luigi couldn't understand the language. What were they saying? Luigi lifted his hand up, trying to get someone's attention, but to no avail. Why was everyone being so weird? Whatever, he wasn't going to let it bother him. They had a plumbing call, they were going to deal with it. The woman began to lead the two of them to the bathroom, giggling and laughing with Mario. She opened the bathroom door and Luigi glanced around, his eyes widening. Her bathroom was pristine! There wasn't any water leaking anywhere, the bathroom wasn't dirty. He spun around to ask about it, but nobody would pay him the right of mind.

"Hey." Luigi waved his arm. "Excuse me."

It felt like the laughter got louder. Luigi groaned, meandering back into the bathroom. He glanced around, approaching the glittering white sink. He bent down, eyeing the dripping faucet. Maybe that was the issue? Well, that would be a silly reason to shriek over the phone about. Luigi lowered his hand on the sink, turning the faucet on. Water immediately began to spew from the faucet, smacking Luigi right in the forward. He shrieked, stumbling backward into the bathtub. The loud bang echoed in the shower, shaking the bottles of shampoo and conditioner all over his lap. He swung his arm around his eyes, shielding them from the spewing water. Trying to get up proved fruitless, as he stumbled around and continued to fall over. It suddenly felt as if the bathtub underneath him had vanished, and he was kicking around nothing. He opened his eyes the best he could, only to be greeted with the fogginess of water and the blurriness of the environment around him. It felt like he was drowning. Luigi began heaving, inhaling nothing but more and more water. He could feel everything going dark. He swung his hands forward, trying to grasp on to anything, anyone. Calling out to people was impossible, as more water entered. With a final swing of the arm, the water completely disappeared. His eyes snapped open, being greeted by a dirt-brown floor. He scrambled to his knees, putting his hands on the floor. The floor was completely dry, minus his location. The ground was also not a dirty brown floor, it was just plain dirt. The dirt was greeted with scorched plants. Luigi tried to climb to his feet, but the sharp, sudden pain that was greeted in his ankle proved otherwise. He collapsed back down on the ground.

"Well that's a load of crap," Luigi grumbled to himself. "And also, OW!"

He gently rolled back his pantleg and examined his ankle, wincing when he saw the beginnings of a nasty bruise. He could feel his heartrate speeding up. What on Earth was he going to do? And where on Earth was he? Luigi's eyes widened. Where on Earth was he? He glanced around frantically, only being greeted by more and more black, red, scortched earth, and the miracle of some kind of trees growing, though they are definitely lacking in the leaf department. A drop of hot liquid landed on Luigi's nose, causing him to recoil. His eyes trailed above him, only to be greeted with some kind of green pipe. Another drop fell, this time causing Luigi roll out of the way.

"That really stung," Luigi muttered. "It felt like cooking oil. Or some kind of boiling water. Or some kind of…"

"Hey!"

Luigi shrieked, putting his arms closer to his chest. He glanced around, narrowing his vision towards the source of the noise. Out from the bushes came these mutant turtle looking humanoids, much different than the teenage mutant ninja turtles Luigi's seen on TV. They took the spears off their backs and aimed them right towards Luigi's face. His eyes widened and he yelped again, trying to retreat as far back as possible without getting on his swollen ankle. As if in a blink of an eye, more turtle humanoids arose from the brush, grabbing Luigi by the arms.

"Hey, hey, hey! Ow!" Luigi shrieked, trying to pry his arms out of their grasp. "Let go, let go!"

"Quiet you," one of the turtles hissed, poking a spear in Luigi's abdomen. Luigi yelped and glared at them.

"Ahaha, yeah, uh, you guys speak English? That's, that's so cool," Luigi stuttered. "I speak English too, so we can communicate. How odd is that? Hahaha, how odd is that?"

"Where am I going?" Luigi timidly asked.

"You'll see."

"Heh heh… Hey, I don't like that answer."

With another poke in the abdomen, Luigi yipped and huffed. Tough crowd… Trying to reason with them proved to be fruitless. Any resistance he gave was met with a poke in the side, or some kind of mean quip back. The pain in his ankle was excruciating, but any complaint would just be met with another poke. Luigi swung his head around the pathway, watching the burnt and desolate landscape morph into some kind of formation of civilization. It was like Luigi blinked and suddenly he was in front of a massive, boiling hot, castle surrounded by lava. But that would be ridiculous, right? Lava would obliterate human skin by just being near it. It was certainly getting hot, however. Luigi could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Though whether that was from lava or the fear clouding his vision, he wasn't too sure. Despite everything he's seen, nothing prepared him for the sight waiting for him. He watched as a couple of the straggling turtles manuevered around him, pushing a massive castle door open. He was pushed forward, and he timidly walked with everyone. He couldn't concentrate, his eyes flinging from one odd scene to another. He felt like he was dreaming. Or, rather, having a nightmare. Finally his eyes settled on what was in front of him, and he was greeted with another turtle creature, yet this time twice his size. They both stared at one another before the being on the throne began to speak.

"What the hell is that?"

"We found him," one of the turtles spoke. "He was lying near some of the transportation pipes."

"By which kingdom?" the beast bellowed.

"The Mushroom Kingdom, your repulsiveness."

"The Mushroom Kingdom, huh?"

The massive beast began to climb off his throne, stomping towards the cowering brother. His eyes examined him the best he could, trying to see if this was some kind of terrifying rouse attempt.

"Hey, hey, uh, so the Mushroom Kingdom, huh?"

The turtles jostled him around yet again. Luigi yelped and the beast rose a finger, which Luigi guessed was some kind of code word for 'knock it off', because despite them not pushing him anymore, he felt the grip around his wrists tighten, which he could confirm was not a good feeling. The beast approached Luigi and put his extremely pointed claw under his chin, lifting it up towards him.

"You're from the Mushroom Kingdom, huh?" the monster growled. Luigi could feel the massive wave of shivers run through his body. Fear wrapped around him like a noxious cloud.

"Ah ha ha," Luigi chuckled. "Well, uh, I don't really know what that is."

"You don't know the Mushroom Kingdom, huh?"

The monster cackled in laughter, and Luigi tittered along.

"You're a bad liar."

"Me?" Luigi asked, startled. "Wha– I'm not lying!"

"You're not lying, huh?"

"Nope."

"I doubt that."

"You doubt that?"

"I sure do. You got the same figure as the princess."

"Do I? Is that a compliment?"

Luigi could feel the sweat beads falling down his forehead. Jesus Chirst, could he be any more of an idiot? The beast laughed and took his claw out from underneath his chin.

"Maybe. But none the matter, what is your name?"

"Uh, Luigi, sir."

"Luigi, huh? I can hear the shakiness in your voice."

Luigi's eyes widened more, trying to avoid contact with anyone in the room.

"Uhuh… Yeah… Uhm, hello. What's your name?"

"They call me Bowser. King Bowser Koopa."

The sweat started feeling like a giant hose on his forehead. Great. As if life couldn't get worse, Luigi was currently in a random kingdom absolutely full of sharp objects and lava, and he was absolutely alone. He started thinking to himself, what would Mario do? He felt his heart stop.

"Have you seen another person here?" Luigi choked out. "Anyone, maybe someone who kind of looks like me?"

"Really? I give you a dramatic introduction, and you want to see someone else?"

"Oh, I- I didn't mean it like that, I just… well, uh, I'm just–"

"Looking for a travel buddy, mushroom man?"

"Mushroom– huh?"

Bowser snarled a chuckle, smoke billowing out of his nostrils. He cocked a brow towards him.

"Why do you play coy with me?"

"Coy?" Luigi stammered. "Coy? I'm not playing coy, I am super duper confused."

"You sound like a liar," Bowser teased.

"I'm not a liar!"

The resilience only got Bowser laughing more.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

"Whatever I say? What? I just want to know what's going on."

"You got caught. Plain and simple."

"What are you talking about?" Luigi cried. "I just want to go home."

"You know that isn't going to happen, right?" Bowser snarled, getting closer to his face. Luigi immediately stiffened up.

"I'm… sorry?"

"You should be. Guards."

"Wh-What?"

The turtle guards surrounding Luigi glanced towards Bowser, as Bowser pointed towards a massive archway. As the turtles began to push him around, Luigi fought against their grip, trying to look towards the king.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Luigi gasped. "Where am I going?"

"I don't have time for you right now."

Bowser waved his hand, and the turtles began moving faster. Luigi was barely able to keep up with them. For such small legs, they definitely were quick. Being swept away in a miniature turtle stampede, Luigi's eyes locked onto Bowser's; his riddled with fear, and the beast's, burning with the glare of a thousand flames. Flames that quickly burned Luigi's frail stick house.

—

Luigi could barely keep himself together as he was dragged along the beauty of the carpeted castle. How they kept wool in here without being completely lit was definitely interesting. And why turtles, normally associated with water, were currently carrying him through the barren wastelands. The creatures tugging him along were faster than him, and he kept tripping over his own shoes. The turtles leading the front slammed a door open and threw Luigi forward. He slammed into the ground, smacking his face onto the volcanic stone. He swung around, trying to get onto his feet. He tried to climb to his feet, immediately twisting on his ankle and falling back down on his butt. He glanced up towards the turtles.

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

"King Koopa will tell you later," one of the turtles sneered, causing the rest in the group to giggle as well. Luigi just glared, sensing the sting of tears forming in his eyes. Before he could say anything else, the group left, closing the door behind them. Luigi blankly stared at the door, his mouth agape. What on Earth was going on? Where was he? He glanced around in his environment. The walls were a dark black and red, and the floor was pitch black. The items in the room however, weren't that of a prison room. The bed was neatly made, and a wardrobe sat at the end of the bedframe, the door slightly cracked open. The nightstand was completely clean, dotted with a pastel red tablecloth and a dimly lit lamp. There was one window, which may beam sunlight, if it even shines here to begin with. There wasn't much else to see in this room, but that's mostly because there wasn't much space to begin with. It felt cozy, though more so if it weren't for the fact Luigi was in a completely different environment with people who didn't seem to like him, and he was alone. Alone. The golden word of the hour. Alone. He remembers trying to teach Mario some of the English he had learnt. Alone Luigi said, but Mario couldn't get the pronunciation right. Ah-loan, he would say, which was technically right, but would always make Luigi chuckle. Even now, with the tears escaping his eyes, he couldn't help but laugh. Ah-loan, oh, the way he emphasized it. A-loan, Luigi would snicker. Like, a loan from the bank. Which would only make Mario more confused, because Mario didn't learn the word for bank yet. And when Luigi tried to explain that's where you deal with money and pay your taxes, Mario only got food out of it somehow, like he always does. I know the word 'taste' he would say, in Italian. And no matter how many times Luigi argued that it was taxes not tastes, that was it. Mario left the paperwork for some homemade spaghetti sauce, and Luigi quickly joined him. And they would laugh and argue for the rest of the night over the correct pronunciation of the word. Luigi awkwardly climbed against any part of the warm wall he could, nursing his ankle until it sat just right on the bed. He collapsed backwards, trying to latch on to any article of clothing he had that he could find comfort in. His hands traveled to his waist, which somehow still had the hoodie he had packed prior. He peeled it off, hissing when he arched his back a little too high. After removing it, Luigi quickly rung it out, holding it in front of his face. The hoodie was plain maroon, but he could recognize who it belonged to immediately. He wrapped the hoodie in some makeshift ball, hugging it close to his chest.

"Alone," Luigi chuckled quietly to himself, crying into the hoodie. "Its pronounced a-loan, you big monkey."