A/N: sadness is sad? You know? But this one has a happy ending! I swear!

I worship the Almighty Mario and his tribunal of Gods and Goddesses by sacrificing my corndogs and lemonade every two weeks, but I sadly do not own them. You can't own someone or something who clearly owns your soul…. I swear… Mario owns my soul…I don't know how but I must had done something really stupid...

JUST TO NOTE: some crudness, and a naughty word, maybe sexual if your mind is in the gutter. But I am not going to point out what because it is no big deal. Rated T, remember? Nothing in here is too bad though, I am not going to randomly throw in something nasty without giving a warning. I would never do that to any of you. You all deserve the best from me, and that is all I am going to give to you. The best.

With that said, enjoy. :)

Consequences?

Chapter five: a lesson in life: Never let Mario eat before anything important.

-Pauline's Apartment-

She had been crying for hours strait until her eyes were too sore to cry any longer, her stomach was clenching because she couldn't eat, she hadn't let go of Mr. L's cap all day.

People were celebrating in the streets. That Mr. L was gone. How dare they, how dare they celebrate her love's death?

But they soon began to panic when the void began go grow bigger and the outline of the masquerade mask seem to grow even more demonic. Pauline smiled to herself at their panic and fear, knowing that Mr. L would have been pointing and laughing at the fools below her.

She looked down at the hat again; his scent was still on it- motor oil and his favorite shampoo, the only thing that she could almost pretend he was still with her, Pauline felt like a widow although they never married. It made her feel sick.

He had a life ahead of him, a life with her.

…

To make things worse, Luigi bursts in wearing black. A smudge of grease was on his face and a green bandana was loose around his neck. Just lovely, if this was a way to make her feel better, it was a stupid idea.

Then Mario barged in wearing black and green too, but this time a mask was loose around his neck.

"Pauline!"

She felt a sudden anger fill herself and she threw the hat in the rage "why the hell you're dressing like that? I just lost the love of my life and you two morons decide to dress like him!"

There was a pause and Mario began to feel a little stupid from not changing out of the outfit. Luigi felt completely comfortable, seeing that he was Mr. L at one point. So he didn't understand the problem she was having… oh wait…

Mario took a step back "we had a good reason…"

-Earlier that morning- Thirty minutes before Mr. L's execution-

He had watched the sunrise outside of his cell window. The pain had dwindled to an ache and Mr. L was thankful for it. But then again, he rather had been in so much pain that his heart would stop, inside this cell. So those stupid mushroom people would never get the satisfaction that they actually caught a real bad guy and actually execute them, (because it must be their first execution in about three hundred years. They are that bad.)

Trigger happy toads are the worst kind of toads you can imagine.

He overheard that he was going to have to stand in front of some sorry looking soldiers while they all shoot at him. They chose this kind of death for him because they are most likely want to play with their toys, because the sorry excuse of Peach's army don't know defense if it bit them, so their shiny new guns were just sitting in a corner collection dust.

So he waits, his hands cuffed behind him, his body slammed, curled up in a corner of this large cold cell.

There was a click and his cell door slid open, revealing Peach in black. She carefully stepped towards him "I'm so sorry…"

Mr. L looked up at her, a look of defeat crossed his face "…you tried your best…" Peach kneeled down and hugged him "I should have tried harder… but the court was established to outrank me on certain subjects…" she sat on the dirty floor across from him, her hand on his lap.

He stared into her eyes "tell Pauline that she meant the world to me…" she gave a weak smile "I will." Who knew final wishes could be the most promising wishes.

He closed his eyes and sighed "I never wanted this to happen. I thought that we would have been free from any of this crap. I was planning to... marry her, you know? Some time in the future. We really could have had a life together…"

Mr. L swallowed "wow, you really care for her." She cut in with a small, sad smile "you know, about four years ago, you would had laughed at the idea of marriage and settling down."

He gave her an odd look "who said about settling down? Can't we say our I dos and go blow up something? With missiles preferably…" Peach couldn't help but chuckle at his comment "you will never change."

Mr. L smirked "what? Does romance usually make a villain all mushy or something?" He paused "although a partner in crime would be awesome, so have at you."

Peach stood up and kissed him on his forehead "they're going to bring you up to the range in a few minutes… I have to go now…"

Mr. L sighed "thanks for the company, before I die or something…"

She began to head towards the door, her eyes beginning to water "goodbye Mr. L…"

He was silent as she left, his head hung loose, his arms still tightly bonded and facing the wall. Peach gave him once last look and slid the door shut.

She was dressed for his funeral that was going to be held tonight.

Mr. L once again looked out the window, his girlfriend only on his mind now. "If only you were here right now… instead of that frilly Princess."

Several toad guards then entered the room and Mr. L finally gave up on hope and decided to entertain himself "it's such a lovely day for an execution, officers?"

They took him to a small room where they fitted him in a suit. This was to be made a public event. At least they let him keep his mask; maybe to ease the guilt that they were killing a "Mario Brother," mostly out of superstition and an old moldy prophet.

"You will hang today…"

Mr. L looked up at him as they button up his shirt "what? I thought I was going to get a firing squad?"

The Mushroom shook his head "no sir, we decided that we want to give our gallows some attention…"

At least he has the hope the gallows would collapse under his weight from sitting in the rain for Grambi knows how long. That and they are a bit squeamish about all the blood that would happen when you shoot a human, repeatedly, without missiles.

Once again his hands were bonded behind his back. Realizing how truly deep their heads were buried in the ass of old-aged tradition. Mr. L now felt like he was a man out of time.

If a noose won't work, they would burn him at the stake, and Mr. L can't come up with a plan B if they burn at the stake. They began to walk the long and narrow hallway to his demise.

…

Just his luck the gallows were too old to do the deed.

…

Who ever is coming up with all these ideas is either a moron, can't make up her mind, or is having too much fun with this subject.

So instead, the noose had been removed and they decide to tie him to a pole, surrounding him were hay and screaming, angry villagers. The princess watched in a distance in pure horror, and for some reasons, Pauline or the Mario brothers are nowhere in sight. Which broke the mechanic more than his own death sentence, if only he could see her face one last time…

As a taller toad read his rights, Mr. L watched on, making faces at the crowd who shank back in horror. All he had left is his entertainment, and he is going to abuse that.

The older toad closed his book, angry that this prisoner is not even paying attention to his last rights. "Do you, Mr. L, child of the Chaos Heart, do you have any last words?"

Mr. L paused, like he had something considerate to say… "Beh, forse dovresti chiedere a tua madre… aveva molto da dire come della notte scorsa…" he raised both eye and grinned suggestively, the priest gave him a blank stare, wondering if he should just ignore his loose Italian or should be deeply insulted.

Giving the masked man one last look he whispered "may Grambi be with you, you fiend" and tossed the lit torch that was in his hand on the hay.

The fire quickly began to circle Mr. L, who was still tied onto the pole and he began to realize that he was really going to die. But still he gave out a stone cold face. Not letting them win in the end is better than nothing.

...

Minutes had passed, and nobody came to save him. Mr. L's vision began to blur and his eyes were blood shot from the thick smoke around him, his lungs burned.

...

He was beginning to loose consciousness before his blurred vision could make out the outline of… Brobot…?

Before his senses began to give away he could feel himself being cut from the rope that held him to his stake. He felt his brothers laying him down and one of the pressing against his chest. And before he saw darkness he had the disgusting realization that Mario was giving him mouth-to-mouth.

Not one of his best moments…

He came to in the bottom level of his robotic brother and he forced himself to sit up, he was covered in soot and ashes, and was blanked by a thin sheet, he soon realized that he was in his old bed.

He had built Brobot with a small area sectioned off. Like a small mattress that those truck drivers had behind their seats. He built this for when he goes out on stake outs for his Count, and for the fact that Brobot was his home, seeing that the Count never exactly provided him with a bed to sleep on. Just a large chamber where he could build whatever he wants.

Just ahead of his bed sat two figures in Brobot's cockpit, both dressed in his likeness and arguing over directions and what button to press so they do not destroy the large machine. On one of their laps sat a manual that he wrote on how to pilot the robot.

"Uh…"

The two people dressed up like himself turned to face Mr. L, revealing none other than the Mario brothers themselves. Luigi gasped and tacked him with a hug "you're alive! We thought that we were too late!" He cried and Mr. L realized that he now owe the Mario brothers a favor… that and Luigi was hugging him too tight "get off..."

Luigi backed away and laughed sheepishly, Mario landed Brobot somewhere deep in a forest and went to hand him a bottle of water "sorry for the mouth thing bro, you were going to suffocate if we didn't do anything…"

Mr. L then noticed a stale pasta taste in his mouth with a grimace "did you eat before you saved me?" Mario shrugged his shoulders "what? I was hungry…"

The mechanic shivered and drank the water greedily "thanks, but I don't like pasta very much…" Mario let out a small laugh and Luigi helped him stand up, giving him a quick hug "we need to get back to Crystal City, Pauline didn't know of our plans and she is thinking that you are dead…"

That comment caught him off guard and he ended up spitting some water out because of it "what are you waiting for!" Mr. L jumped back to his control seat, where he rightfully belonged "my girl is in need of her bad guy!"

Luigi and Mario sat on the mattress, watching Mr. L go straight at work, barking commands to the robot and finally pressing the right buttons, making the robot pilot a lot better than they could ever dream of.

It is a known fact that Mr. L can almost pilot anything…

He stood outside of their apartment, what if she was mad at him? He could hear Mario try to explain why they are dressed like him but her shouts of anger drowned him out, she sounded like she was in so much pain.

Mr. L then decided that enough was enough; this pain of hers will go away. He straightens himself off and dusted most of the soot and ashes off of himself. Taking a deep breath Mr. L then began a cool stride into his own home.

Suddenly the atmosphere seem to shift and he could feel Mario and Luigi physically began to relax, but not he gives a crap about them now, his eyes were all on his girl.

Mascara was running down her face and she tried so hard to wipe that away, almost embarrassed about the way she appears. Mr. L took a step closer; it was like their first date again. Tense and a sense of longing, Pauline quickly removed the space between them and pulled him in an iron grip "don't ever- ever do that again you idiot!"

Mr. L held her tighter, covering her face with kisses "no, I think I wouldn't, burning at the stake like a witch is not much of a fun adventure." She gave him a small but incredibly happy smile, fixing the hair on his head and returning the cap "much better."

They stood there for a few more moments, just being in each others embrace again. Luigi cleared his throat "we don't have much time with the void over this city. So I suggest you two rests for the day and get your bags packed in the morning. We need to take Brobot and go to E. Gadds shack…"

Pauline, who was resting her head on her man's shoulder, nodded lazily "sounds like a plan." Mr. L gave Luigi an odd look "why do we need to go back to that old creep's house again?" Mario sighed "because he said that he found a way to get to the Underwhere, because if that void is there, Dimentio could be back…"

The sound of his name made chills go up his spine. Luigi continued "he could be looking for you because you have the Chaos Heart's power. If that void is what collective energy he had…" he swallowed "imagine what he would do if he got a hold of you…"

Pauline looked up at Mr. L "that really sounds like a plan now…" he stared at her, his hand on her cheek. Mario and Luigi made their leave, Parking Brobot on the roof and heading back, knowing that the mushroom people still seeing them as heroes, so nobody will go after them, because they now think there is more than one Mr. L.

Pauline and Mr. L stood there for several minutes, his forehead pressing against hers "so this really might be the last day we can be together…" his voice whispered.

So you could imagine that they did everything but rest for the nightmare that is happening tomorrow.

End of Chapter

A/N: What Mr. L said in Italian was "Well, maybe you should ask your mother... she had a lot to say as of last night..." I wanted to add something cheeky knowing that Mr. L would abuse another language as much as his brobotics. I don't know if it was correct or not, I took Italian and defiantly was not the top of my class, so there I used Google translate. Don't hunt me down and try to kill me.

Also, this story is going to be a bit longer than the last one. So the next chapter or the chapter after that is not going to be the final chapter, so get that thought out of your head you silly person. We have quite a ways to go. :)