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SUICIDE ALERT
(( @butterfly-sam is planning to buy a gun in a few weeks. She is in an extremely horrible financial crisis as of right now and her mother is kicking her out in a few soon. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.
Please. Give her any and all support, get her some help. She desperately needs it! ): ))
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caring | merciful | brave | determined | forward | flexible | cheerful | wise | clever | humorous | spirited | lighthearted | mature | strong | sentient | generous | loving | calm | calculative | rational | unselfish | controlled | tactful | nurturing | protective | independent
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(( Can someone please tell me who Neko5enpai is? I don’t recall giving out my Skype information up until recently. They’ve been contacting me in a language I don’t speak, I believe its french. Does anyone have details? ))
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[ＰＬＡＹＥＲ ２ ＳＴＡＲＴ]
Oh, not these two...
He hadn’t seen them in a while, lately it had just been Mario running these missions to save the Princess (and on occasion the world), so Luigi wasn’t particularly involved. Not that he was complaining about this, the last thing the Italian desired would be dealing with these turtle, lizard brats. All of them were spoiled, mean and weird. Most of them were, at any rate..
Then again some were worse than others, Bowser Jr. being the ring leader of the Koopalings- the son of the Koopa King himself had to be the nastiest out of all of them. Luigi was semi-grateful for not being forced to handle all of them at once, especially the pollution-spreading, identity-stealing little monster.
Iggy and Lemmy certainly weren’t the scum of the group though, Luigi could tolerate them. Many bless his endless patience, but it’d run out someday. He was sure of it.
❝ What are you both doing here..?❞
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He hadn’t actually meant to kick her that hard.
Super Smash Brothers was one of Luigi’s many ‘hobbies’ as it were. Characters from all around would gather just to pulverize one another. Originally, there had been only twelve members in total, the plumber himself included. However, over the course of several years more newbies joined. The list continued to grow with each new setting. Some would retire, and some would continue diving head-first into the onslaught. It was an honor to fight among them. The best of the best, doing battle against their opponents. It was inspired.
Except...Luigi didn’t feel as though he belonged in their ranks..
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the younger Mario brother could fight, and Luigi did pretty well for himself. The green-clad Italian even managed to snag a couple victories. Though...there were plenty of cases in which he wondered how he managed to make the cut.
Not only that, but it was a rather dangerous group. A smasher could easily get seriously injured, and that wasn’t the point of it all. Or...at least if you do it for fun..
❝ M-Mamma Miaaa! A-Are you okay?!❞
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A smile of recognition lit up the younger brother’s face. ❝The Sonic team?…. Well we all used to be rivals in consoles back in the day, Sonic and Mario constantly fought. Now everything is nice and dandy! Its really just good sportsmanship, we try not to take the Olympic’s too seriously. I have to say they’ve beaten us more than once, definitely an honor to compete against them.❞
“Um..Iggy, why are there three Luigis?”
“Alternate universes, Lemmy, alternate universes,”
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Isaac shook in fear as he heard footsteps, gloved hands going through the bushes. He covered his face, large eyes staring at Luigi with a mixture of fear and shock. Someone… Had actually acknowledged him. Most just looked down at him with a sympathetic or disgusted look, before going on their merry way.
He winced slightly as Luigi reached out for him, before looking at him with a confused look. He hadn’t been given love or attention for seemingly so long… Tears still streamed down his face, eyes wet as he gave another whimper, mind flashing to all of the monsters he had seen.
“P-Please… Don’t hurt me… I don’t want… to die… I-I… I don’t want to go home…”
The small boy’s fingers twitched slightly as he covered his face in fear. Even though Luigi was one of the most normal, surprisingly kind things he had seen in a while, he was still terrified that he might hurt him or something.
“W…Why are you being so nice to me?”
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What did he just say?
This kid was more miserable than Luigi himself could get, which was definitely saying something considering the circumstances. The weak, choked-up voice uttering those word’s made the plumber feel uneasy, perplexed, depressed and frightened for this boy’s sanity. The Mario Brother was hardly threatening without his Poltergust 5,000. Even then he was a sniveling cry-baby. What could scare this young child so badly they’d be afraid of the likes of him?
What came after that, although- was much worse.
Why didn’t he want to go home? Was there something in his house that made him to afraid? Perhaps someone broke into this kid’s house, some kind of monster or criminal? The last question completely threw Luigi off, it was human to be nice. Was it really so foreign to this little boy?
He leaned downward slightly, trying to be level with the child so he wouldn’t feel so threatened. Luigi placed one hand on his knee, the other held out towards the other. Being as gentle and patient as possible, the plumber attempted to coax the boy out of the foliage.
❝ Its alright...I’m nice, I’m a good guy... Y-...❞ Luigi paused, theorizing that if he wasn’t such a stranger the kid might open up more.
❝ I’m Luigi, whats your name..?❞
THIS ᴡᴀs ʜɪᴍ–ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜɪᴍ. There was no mistaking it at this point–this wasn’t another specter projecting a mocking illusion to trick the Whirlindas (though why another would do that in the first place, if one ever did, they had no idea as to what could motivate them to do so) this was Luigi, now another phantom who was destined to roam the dark hallways for the rest of his afterlife, crowded around the previous spirits that were once slaves of the opposing team–and now Luigi was the newcomer. He was the perfect example of irony; the small, timid ghoul that was afraid of his own tail that propelled him across the mansion floors–and that contributed to the initial shock that overtook the Whirlindas. If he couldn’t handle the sight of a ghost, then how would he be able to muster the courage to live as one?
And the other half of their shock was from the fact that he was, simply, dead. Though perhaps the concept of death was always a surprising–if not, morbid and saddening–one. The thoughts of human beings varied–do you believe in ghosts? does life exist after death? when will we die?–and the Whirlindas couldn’t assume that everyone had desired to live a long life of prosperity, only to pass peacefully through the night or to die under the influence of a lethal disease–not to die under uncontrollable circumstances, by surprise. Both of the Whirlindas had always thought that they would go in their own control and furthermore found themselves in alarmed, confuse states when they were reunited as apparitions. It took them time to learn of their death–an earthquake had caused the chandelier above them to crush their bodies–but it took them more time to actually step back and view the entire situation from a third perspective, to accept their fate. Luigi was most likely going through said phase as were they for his sake.
Mr. Whirlinda turned slightly to meet his wife’s longing gaze from the side. By now, the Shy Guy ghosts behind her had dissipated and where now hiding in the cracks and crevices of the decaying walls, their yellow eyes blinking in curiosity as they stared down Luigi’s ghost. The Missus shrugged and glanced off, almost as if she had wanted to find something else to focus on other than the fact that there was a new resident of the mansion (they were dead–yes–but still humane enough to recognize how morbid the idea of death really was). As he turned back to Luigi, his expression was still grave, although the confusion that clouded his mind was slowly beginning to break.
❝It–it is you.❞ Mr. Whirlinda was beginning to find himself to be at a loss for words–a rarity. ❝Hm.❞ It was common conduct that most didn’t inquire how another had passed, but the Mister was beginning to observe his power in this situation–no longer did they need to cower beneath the suction that the vacuum cleaner offered Luigi. Now, the plumber was just another pawn, tossed underneath the social status of the Whirlindas–and if King Boo had sent him this way (which began to creep up on Mr. Whirlinda as an inkling) then he [Boo] was trying to send a message to the other ghosts. Assuming his dominance, he began; ❝How did you pass, then?❞
From behind, Mrs. Whirlinda began to say something but was silently stopped by the gloved hand of her husband, perhaps giving Luigi a clue in believing that the other’s [Mr. Whirlinda’s] question wasn’t a very nice one to begin with.
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He didn’t really expect them to be so civil.
Especially after all he had done to them, delivering them to E.Gadd whom shoved the couple into a machine and pounded into a decorative painting. Luigi knew he’d certainly be a lot angrier and less forgiving if he had his arch nemesis in his gloved palms.
The plumber was unsure how to go about this, should he stay? Should he leave? Should he try to dissuade any way he could possibly he harmed in the future? Frozen in his fear and uncertainty, Luigi remained still in his spot behind the table. It wouldn’t offer much in means of protection given that the Whirlinda’s could probably pass straight through it. But it gave him a level of comfort.
The other two ghosts seemed dumbfounded at first, which quickly transformed into an aloofness. Another question was fired towards the green-capped poltergeist, the very inquiry made his stomach churn and lurch. Pressing his teeth together tightly, Luigi scoured his head in search of a proper answer to return. It was so difficult to remember, the Italian’s mind had blocked out most of the incident. Most likely due to the immense fear that made him feel terribly ill. Though he did recall one thing- slowly slipping to what he thought was sleep on a cold floor, and a cold...high, cruel laugh in the background. The freshly-dead shuddered.
Luigi gulped, non-existent mouth feeling dry before he croaked out two simple words that spoke volumes. The phantom hunter knew his once-enemies were not in a friendly mood.
❝ I...I lost.❞
KING ʙᴏᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ɢʜᴏsᴛs ᴀɴʏ ɴᴇᴡs. They were quite used to this, watching as the smaller ghouls, the Boos, would cackle and murmur to one another right under the former’s noses, purely acquiescent to their ruler. And there were many things that the humanesque ghosts were oblivious about but this particular occasion was one that would really take the cake.
Luigi’s death.
Nights prior to the one in question–this night, to say–had been spent in oblivious peace; common mooks that roamed the foyer and pressed their cheeks up against the front window, creating large smudges of fog upon the window pane (that would later be turned into childish works of art when Henry and Orville grew tired of having to stay within the confinement their room) and made no cries of warning, no telltale shrieks that alerted the other ghosts that Luigi was drawing near, Poltergust hoisted upon his back. Instead of viewing this as suspicious–Luigi chose not to visit the mansion far too often, but it had been quite some time since his unwelcomed presence was noted–the specters reveled in their new-founded freedom–for once, their wishes were finally granted and they could now rest in peace.
But it wouldn’t last.
The night that marked the plumber’s death was the black sheep of the family; the week was packed with eerie nights upon calm waters–every night, the moon shone bright as crows cackled off in the distance, perched atop the dead tree branches that dotted the gardens of the mansion, but upon the evening where Luigi’s soul would ascend from his physical body, rain threw itself down to the earth in furious buckets, splashing against the wet muddy soup that its ancestors had already created. Most paid no attention to the sudden change in weather–some found amusement in watching it from the inside–but the deafening raindrops against every wall that cradled the deceased folk inside was able to drown out what had been going on upon the rooftops; the growl of the bombs; their monarch’s cackle; Luigi’s cries and screams. Needless to say, if one wasn’t a Boo, they were simply classified as an ignorant spirit.
And these particular spirits sought amusement at the moment in watching their prodigies dance, clapping and cheering as the younger ghouls linked arms and stumbled about one another, squeaking and squealing in delight. It didn’t take two waltz champions to know that these Shy Guys needed a lot of improvement in their art, but the Whirlindas didn’t care–just to find fellow phantoms that took enjoyment in the art of dance was pleasing enough. They hadn’t taken notice to the youngin that twirled off by himself until his loud shrieks of surprise began to drown out the broken notes of the music that poured from the phonograph’s mouth. Immediately, the chandelier dimmed and the music came to a screeching halt; the Shy Guy ghosts rounded together as a pack and fled back to Mrs. Whirlinda, hiding behind the billowing fabric of her dress that had now begun to increase tenfold to conceal each of the smaller spirits behind her. Mr. Whirlinda, however, approached the newcomer, his expression grave despite the fact that this stranger was visibly deceased.
His head tilted backwards, eyes flickering downwards as his nose ascended into the air. Contemplation crossed his visage; his lips press themselves together in a thin line as gloved palms crossed his chest. His eyebrows knit themselves together as his lips parted slightly, ready to speak without rationality.
Was this–Luigi?
There was no mistaking the plumber’s iconic features; if his large nose and accompanying mustache weren’t already obvious signs that this was the same plumber that they had come to loathe, then the ironic trembling of the phantom certainly sealed the deal, despite the fact that Mr. Whirlinda refused to believe the situation at first. Wouldn’t King Boo tell them about this?–wouldn’t they hear it from some other ghoul first? Apparently not, for this was such an offhand surprise that it was unbelievable. The Whirlindas never contemplated Luigi’s death–honestly, in hindsight, they didn’t really care–but to see him present in a translucent state was almost as if one was in the midst of a lucid dream. But oh, how Mr. Whirlinda had wanted to grab the opposing ghost and shake him by his shoulders, shout in his face and ask him if he had liked being on their side now–but that notion quickly washed over him as he remembered how disoriented he was when King Boo had first resurrected him. Luigi was thrown into an unfamiliar and unnatural state, especially considering by the shriek he had shared with one of their own.
Behind him, Mrs. Whirlinda quietly murmured to the Shy Guy ghosts.
Mr. Whirlinda still looked upset. And even know he knew–he still couldn’t believe himself. He was blunt. ❝Who are you?❞
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Dropping near the ballroom floor (if he had tried to fall onto it, he’d have sailed straight through), Luigi picked his head up. Wondering about the music playing, and the giggles that bounced off the walls. Only to be confronted with a dizzy phantom Shy Guy. Whom must have waltzed out of balance. Not expecting to see such a thing, the plumber let out a yelp in surprise. The other copying his screech.
Without warning, the record scratched and the room appeared darker. All spirits in the around coming to a stand-still. Luigi finally noticed two familiar faces as the crowd of smaller ghosts hid.
Mr. and Mrs. W h i r l i n d a...
Two of the portrait ghosts the hunter had to face a number of times, they were once well known ballroom dancers. Content with that hobby for all of eternity. The Mario Brother could recall when he first encountered them in this very room. Neither of them wished to harm a hair on his head, but scaring the daylights out of Luigi suited the specters just fine.
However, instead of sneering and jabbing fun at the other. The professional dancers stared with a mixture of confusion and shock. The second player wasn’t sure why, did they really expect him to go on forever with this? Did they not suspect that maybe one day, he would fail?
Startled by the approaching husband of the duo, Luigi scrambled (levitated?) the rear of a close by table. Mr. Whirlinda’s face morphed and shifted into disbelief, while Mrs. Whirlinda sheltered the tiny apparitions. A question was shot in his direction. Luigi was unsure he wanted to answer. Part of him played around with the idea that if maybe he phased back through the wall- they wouldn’t follow him? No, that would be useless. Even if he managed to escape, the other portrait ghosts would find out- and then he’d be in for it.
❝ U-Uh...um...❞ He spoke in a feeble manner, echoing about due to his current state. Words spilled from his mouth with no filter.
❝ I-Its me....Y-You know w-who I am..!!❞
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Gameover. He died.
There were no 1-ups this time, no magical forces that could bring him back from beyond the grave.. Luigi was dead, permanently this time.
It was too much for him to handle, the fire- combined with the giant spiked bombs King Boo hurled at him was obviously not only dangerous but also deadly. There was no possible way he’d survive. The deceased Mario Brother could recall his final moments. Weak, pathetic, just like the ghosts all over the mansion had said time and time again... they were right.
His bleeding body had sheltered behind a pillar. The Ghostly Monarch laughing chaotically about him. Knowing he had the plumber pinned. The last explosion had ended his life. Blowing him into two pieces, and bleeding out on the platform shortly after. The King grinning with malice and pure hatred all the while. However, not all was lost. Luigi’s spirit manifested some time after dying. He was still terrified. Questions racing around in his head. Having not the slightest clue as to what would be the best decision to make.
While Boo was preoccupied with his triumph, the green-clad ghost burst from the portrait where the fight had begun. Fleeing into the mansion that he would soon find out will be his eternal resting place.
See, Luigi had been so caught up in his fear, anger and pain- that he hadn’t fully realized the events taken place. Denying, refusing to believe he...
‘Don’t think about it...’ He hissed to himself mentally.
Ironically, it didn’t take him long to become aware - at least partially. This fact didn’t make him feel any better about it. Luigi didn’t want to be here, all he desired was to be home with his sibling. Away from all this. To be living!
It had only been a day, the green poltergeist was sure that King Boo was most likely gloating to his subjects on the fall of the cry-baby Italian. Just for safety measures, Luigi attempted to conceal himself and avoid any and all contact with other ghosts. Most likely due to his shy, meek personality- it wouldn’t be surprising it didn’t take long for him to figure out how to melt into invisibility. He’d also hide in closets and chests whenever those dreaded candles floated on by.
Now? The plumber roamed the halls, tired, lost, a number of conditions along those lines. Sadness along with shame and guilt chewed away at his soul.
Failure, you are a FAILURE. YOU LET YOUR BROTHER TURN INTO A PORTRAIT, BAWLING IDIOT.
Making a foolish and fruitless try at calming down. Luigi tried to lean against the wall, to just sit for a moment. Except, he kept forgetting that he was nothing but a manifestation- he hadn’t yet learned of how to solidify himself to the point of touching other objects including walls and floors. So he just fell right through. Into the Ballroom..
Of all places..
❝ What?-AGGHH!!!❞
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This place… Was certainly calmer than most of society. But where was he? Blocks with question marks floated in the air, and flying turtles surveyed the area. Only having his D6 dice and a couple of pennies on him, he decided to look for civilization. It was dusk, so naturally, it was cold, and certainly not exactly good for a young child with a slight fear of the dark. Isaac began to run, tiny legs nearly tripping several times, until his legs finally gave out, and he tripped into a bunch of bushes.
Tears rolled down from his eyes as he pressed his knees to his chest for warmth. One part of him told him to go home, but that was no longer a choice, if he valued his life. Isaac was alone, too young to truly fend for himself. His body shook in the cold as he began to sob loudly, hopefully gaining the attention of someone kind enough to possibly shelter him. Kinder than his mother at the moment, anyways.
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Luigi hated the sound of crying, it reminded him too much of himself.
Er....his younger self anyways. It was like any other day in the Mushroom Kingdom, nothing had really changed. One of the few weeks where the Princess’s very life wasn’t threatened was considered a satisfactory one in his book. Not having to catch terrifying ghosts was a bonus. Yep, a quiet and peaceful day to kick back and relax....or so he hoped.
But no, he couldn’t even have the bare minimum of what he was secretly praying for. He’d been walking down a dirt path, on his way back from a visit to another noble. Daisy.
That was the exact moment where he froze, pausing in his stride as he hesitantly glanced towards the shrubbery off to the side. The green-clad man swore he heard a sob. Tiny, fragile, whimpering noises erupted and Luigi was instantly concerned. Who was it? Why were they crying?
I’d do his curiosity or the person in those bushes no good unless he found out. Crossing the grass, he moved the leaves and twigs aside. Discovering a horrific sight.
It was a child..
A little boy, very small. Curled up on the chilling ground, tears sliding down the innocent face and being absorbed into the earth. The worst part however, was that the kid was practically naked. Looking defeated, scared of the world- of everything... It broke the Italian’s heart..
❝ H....Hello?.....A-Are you alright...?❞ With a stunned look still firmly glued to the plumbers face. He instinctively reached out towards the other.
