Okay, after a week, I finally updated. Yay! This one is a little more bloody, but I hope you all like it.

Beta'd by Papersak

Disclaimer: I do not own Super smash, only the plot.

Mario couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned trying to find a perfect spot in which he could relax. It wasn't even a hot night; in fact it was 67 degrees in Mario and Luigi's room. Suddenly, the room lit up, and the light was quickly followed by a loud explosion of sound. "Strange," Mario said to himself, "a thunderstorm wasn't mentioned on the Today show. Stupid weatherman, he always gets it wrong." The plumber got out of bed and walked over to the window. A sudden downpour of rain pelted his window. The rain was accompanied by another flash of light and a boom of thunder.

Mario closed his eyes and started rubbing them with his fingers. "So much for a good night's sleep," the short man said. "Oh well, maybe I can finish that pizza I was eating this evening." He stopped massaging his eyes and looked up.

What he saw would frighten even Ganondorf. A face was looking at him from the other side of the glass. Its mouth was wide open as if it were screaming. Its skin was ghostly white as if it had been locked up in a dungeon for fifty years without ever seeing the sun.

"Luigi!" Mario screamed as he ran over to his brother's bed. "Luigi, you need to get up! Come on, get up!" Then Mario heard something strange: gurgling, from Luigi. Why would Luigi be gurgling? Mario rolled his brother over, and what he saw horrified him. Luigi's neck was wide open; blood was squirting from the wound. His eyes were wide from the pain as he looked at Mario for help. Mario looked for anything to save his brother, and then he saw a gun with a note on it.

"Do the right thing," the note said. Mario grabbed the gun and pointed it at Luigi's head. Luigi's eyes widened further and more gurgling could be heard from him. "I have to Luigi, I'm so sorry." Without another word, he pulled the trigger, leaving the remains of Luigi's head blown on the pillow and the wall.

Mario collapsed on the floor, too stunned to do anything. He just killed his own brother. No, he helped kill his own brother. The real killer slit Luigi's throat, while he was in bed. He needed to get out of this room. He needed to find any of the Smashers, preferably Marth.

Mario was about to pick himself up when his closet door started to shake. When Mario was a kid, he was always afraid of the closet at night. He would ask his mom or dad to check his closet for him. Now, his fear was coming true. "This has to be a dream. Nothing like this could ever happen. Monsters don't live in closets." Mario got up, shaking but still able to walk. He moved to the door, staying as far away from the closet as he could.

The plumber looked back at his brother's body, or what was left of it. Luigi was almost gone; maggots were all over his body, eating away to their hearts' content. Mario looked away, sickened. He reached for the door knob, opened the door and ran out into the hallway. But just as he was about to call for help, Mario felt a horrible pain in his back. A weapon was then taken out and reinserted into his fresh wound. The plumber fell down; the pain was so intense that he couldn't even scream. Then, a voice whispered into his ear, "Don't worry Mario, you will wake up soon." And with that, everything went black.

Mario woke up in a cold sweat. "Just a dream." he said to himself. But Mario did not want to go back to sleep. He was still too afraid, everything felt so real. He looked at his clock. 2:27 am, "It's going to be a long night," he muttered. He headed downstairs, carefully avoiding the closet on his way out.

Yeah, even longer then the last one. Please review!