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❝ O H ! --- Mr. Whirlinda! What a pleasure seeing you in the halls. I was actually on my way to go speak to you and your wife. And I was planning on doing it whilst you two were together; so you best be thankful. Do you happen to know where she’s hiding? I must speak with the two of you immediately, preferably where we always do -- in the ballroom! ❞
[ @bxllroom ]
Was Wario afraid of a deserted mansion, rumored to still be wandering with spirits from beyond the grave? Heck no! If there was valuable treasure locked away within its ancient walls, he would be present to nab them all for himself! Of course, his excess greediness could potentially turn the whole situation back on his head -- he’s no friend to karma, after all.
While the prospect of ghosts haunting the place didn’t faze him, all these darn cobwebs getting caught on his nose were beginning to get on Wario’s lost nerves (and by that, he barely has any to begin with).
“STUPID SPIDERS! Wario has no time for this!” Cue an ill-tempered man flailing about with a thunderous voice echoing down the halls...
❝ O H --- Mr. Whirlinda, I think it’s plenty high time that I had a word with you. And since I’m feeling extra sincere today, I thought I’d travel down here. I’m sure it has to be much better than being shoved by a Boo, ha! I know how much you absolutely despise my kind. Anyway, there’s something extremely important you and I need to discuss, Mister.
❝ I T ‘ S --- been boggling about in my mind lately and for some unknown reason, I can’t figure out why. And that’s why I’m here! Tell me, husband of the group -- do you have any idea of this rumor of r e b e l l i o n going around? ❞
bxllroom has entered the mansion!
"Perhaps a lovely couple like yourselves would enjoy a stay in our lovely, decaying ballroom, hmm?"
❝ S E E --- those Boo’s over there, hanging in those paintings? It’s such a shame that I say this; even to this day I wonder why they choose to disobey me. Those are the idiots who think they can get away with defy my rules; they deserve to be up there! But, Missus...
❝ I T W O U L D --- break your husband’s heart to see you be put up in that painting. I know a few of you portaits that would be absolutely melancholic to see your pretty face in a frame. Do you see why now, I try to keep you from such a fate? ❞
bxllroom
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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!!!❞
