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cythieus · 3 years

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Mario/Peach Fic Rough Draft

Tasteful flower arrangements and buffets flanked by smaller round tables had transformed the palace courtyard from a spot for solitary reflection into somewhere guests were entertained. Clustered people engaged in conversation wherever room permitted, though no one had taken a seat yet. A semicircular bar guarded the southern side of the fountain, staffed by three Mushroom people. Servers used the bar as a kind of base, but spent most of their time flitting between guests and tables.

Most in attendance were Mushroom people or humans. There were a trio of Tostarenans noticeable because of their neon colored skull-like heads and short stature and a single Pianta with blue skin, his long nose jutting out from under the tree that grew from the top of his domed head. The ease with which Mario had become used to creatures that had no parallel on Earth was amazing, but everything on this side of the warp pipe was bit jarring.

If only he could get used to the reverent splendor of the Mushroom Kingdom and its Princess.

The kind of parties that Mario knew typically took place in cramped rent controlled apartments or the darkened spaces of Brooklyn bars that might have been built in repurposed alleyways. He never would have dreamed he would attend something hosted by royalty just a few short years ago.

You also didn’t think you would be breathing the same air as or get a kiss from an honest to God Princess, yet here we are.

His suit sleeves felt rigid and unnatural because of how he was holding his drink up near his chest. It had been some time since he last wore a suit and he felt the need to get a new one for this occasion. He considered letting his arm down to his side and pinching his fingers around the rim of the glass, but years of rooting around in muck as a plumber still made him cautious about the idea of touching a drink with his fingers right where he would be putting his mouth. It was different for food, he didn’t understand the strange quirk, but it was something that he didn’t think he would be able to alter anytime soon.

A chime of laughter broke through the monotony of the distant conversation and clanking dishes. Princess Peach stood on the middle landing of the wide grand staircase that led back into the castle with her head tossed back in enthused laugh. While most of the women in attendance styled their hair up in buns pinned in roll at the back of their head Peach wore her blonde hair down. It cascaded off her bare shoulders and down to the middle of her back.

The crown that she usually wore was accented by a ring of pastel flowers that stayed firmly in place even as she looked down at a pair of children. One of them was tugging on her dress and she turned to the side, her laughing turning into a smile as she addressed them. Mario couldn’t tell if she knew these children otherwise. It was hard to judge with Princess Peach—she had a way of making everyone feel welcome.

Peach stepped in close to the kids and sank down into a squat, presumable so she was at eye level with them. The dress she wore today wasn’t something Mario had seen before; a pink off the shoulder dress that has a much flatter, more ruffled skirt than usual and fell to the midway point between her knee and ankle. She rested her slender, pale arms over her lap (no gloves today) as she spoke to the children.

Though she was across the courtyard he could tell by her smile and the way she squinted her eyes until the skin at the sides of her nose crinkled that she was sharing some irreverent, endearing tidbit with the kids.

Mario lifted the cap off of his head, smoothed his hair back, and placed the hat soundly back into place. It would have felt wrong without something up there. The gray newsboy cap wasn’t quite the same, but it offered a kind of comfort.

Better not stare, someone might notice.

He glanced at a waiter passing with a tray propped up on the bulbous pileus of its head. Mario had come to learn that the Mushroom people’s heads and the patterns and spots on them had all kinds of meanings to them both superstitious and founded in hard fact.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caused Mario to glance in the direction that the waiter had headed. Daisy’s orange dress seemed like a flare in the middle of the pastel and floral print of the worn by everyone else at the party. The big floppy orange hat perched atop her hair bounced as she wove her way around obstacles and people in her bid to get to Mario.

Without slowing her pace, she spun, plucked a pair of champagnes from the tray and used the back of hand to push the sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “I guess it’s sad boy hour over here,” Daisy said before downing one of the champagne flutes.

“Those white trays are for non alcoholic beverages.” Mario kept his eyes forward, not looking at her as he spoke.

Daisy tilted her head down over the glass, letting the liquid empty back into the glass. “This is the worst thing to ever happen to me. And I was kidnapped by fucking aliens once. Is Peaches tying to poison me?” She said as she poured the contents of both flutes into a bush just behind the raised dais where they stood.

“Maybe you could slow down? I can smell vodka on you from here,” Mario said.

“Oh, a bird shit on my dress and I used the vodka to clean it off. I wouldn’t drink that cheap bilge-water they’re serving over there.”

Daisy glanced around as if expecting to see someone. Mario already knew what the next thing out of her mouth was going to be”

“Where’s your sexy brother?”

That hadn’t been how he had thought she would phrase it. “You know how Luigi is about crowds.”

“Right. He’ll eventually turn up.”

Mario nodded.

“Why don’t you stop moping in the corner and go talk to her?”

“And say what?” Mario asked.

“Whatever you normal-types say to each other. She likes you. She claims you’re dating now and here you are hiding from her like one of those little fat ghosts with the nub hands,” Daisy said.

“They’re called Boos. You’ve spent time with several of them over the years; you’ve got one’s number in your cellphone.”

“Know what your problem is?” Daisy asked.

Mario didn’t have time to answer before she leaned in closer to him, the smell of alcohol mixed with floral perfume dominating the air around her.

“You’re hung up in the minutiae of every situation. Go try to put your arm around her while she chats with those children, maybe grab a drink and try to have a little fun? Who knows, maybe she’ll let you turn her guts inside out.“ She said the last part very quickly and before he could cut in or correct her she waved a hand at him.

“—I need to go find something to drink before I have to suck this vodka out of my dress. There is too many boring people out here for me to remain sober.” Daisy rushed off toward the bar in a frantic pace, leaving the glasses resting on the railing behind where she had been standing.

Mario lifted the glass to his lips and drank; the after being clutched in his hand for so long the liquid had warmed considerably, but he found it was often better to have something to take the edge off the things Daisy said.

She wasn’t wrong though.

It was rare that Daisy lied. He wasn’t sure that she had enough shame to know that she should really omit things in most cases. The lies she had told might have just been out of some sense of needing to conceal something for someone else or honest mistakes.

Daisy believed deep down that Mario was right for Peach and that her efforts in talking to him would help. Mario finished his drink and wandered near enough to the bar to exchange his glass for another. For a moment his reflection was visible in one of the decorations on the bar and he noticed his mustache looked a little frazzled. He reached inside of the breast pocket of his coat and plucked out a comb. Careful to tilt it just right to go with the grain of the hair he brushed down and away from his nose in clean, even strokes.

Peach leaned in beside him trying to rest her butt against the bar, but it was obvious that she connected to it with a bit more force than she intended and cause the whole thing to rock. One of the Mushroom People behind the bar grasped it to steady things.

“Oops! My apologies! Sorry, sorry!” Peach went to grab one of the glasses in a bid to keep it from falling over, but she bumped it onto its side instead. “Oh no, I am so sorry—this is my fault.”

A bushy eyebrowed Mushroom Person gave her a deep, close-lipped grin. “It’s fine Your Highness, we’re all used to your little accidents by now.”

Redness crept across the space on either side of Peach’s nose. While he had been admiring her with a kind of starstruck awe from across the room, being this close to her was like staring into the sun. Peach seemed to glow with more than just embarrassment as she pressed a slender hand to one cheek, the blue jeweled ring on her index finger catching the sunlight.

Right, the spill.

Mario tore his eyes away from her and spun to grab for a bar cloth. He pushed in close to Peach where the spill was and mopped it up. “Excuse me, Your Highness. I’ve got that,” he said hurriedly brushing the ice into his hand and depositing it into the glass.

The color in her cheeks faded as she turned to help. She took the glass and sat it behind the bar on the lower shelf before letting out a truncated giggle. Her blonde bangs had were pressed to one side, she seemed to notice at that same moment and used her fingers to fan them back out. She moved a tendril of hair away from her cheek, tucking it back over her ear.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” She brought the hand that had been up by her ear down to rest against the side of her neck and her bright, blue eyes searched his face before nerves or something else got the best of her and she averted her gaze.

Somehow Peach was both graceful and awkward; he guessed that she fought to compose herself most of the time, but he had seen the woman trip over literally nothing while simply walking around. The only person he could think of less prone to accidents was Luigi.

“Very smooth, Your Highness,” Mario said with a smile. He left bar rag and took the time to remove his hat.

“You’re actually not allowed to call me that,” she said.

“Princess?”

“Uh-uh. It’s Peach, just Peach.” She shook closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Peaches?”

“Daisy only calls me that because when she was a little she had a speech impediment and couldn’t seem to say my name without messing it up. But I will be sure to let her know you’re making fun of her.”

“Don’t put me back in Daisy’s crosshairs…”

“Ha, you’re actually so scared of her! I won’t tell if you do me a favor and walk me around the back gardens.” Peach offered her elbow out to him as she often did when she wanted her to loop his arm through hers.

So he did.

“We hardly got to talk today so I’d—well I think I’d like that,” Mario said. Peach smelled like perfume, some scent that they didn’t seem to have on earth or if they did not one he could place, and sugar and flour from baking earlier.

“We haven’t had time together because you always seem to be as far from as this garden will allow.”

Now Mario was sure that there was some redness in his face. He moved to put his hat back on, hoping it would hide some of the color.

“Toadsworth!” Peach called to her steward.

Toadsworth was an older looked Mushroom Person with brown spots on the cap of his head, unlike most of the others of his race that part of his head was beige. He had a bushy mustache that concealed the bottom half of his face and when he spoke his words were always slightly muffled.

“Yes, Princess?” He said turning, his weight rested partially on a cane at his side.

“Can you watch things here for me? Mario is taking me on a romantic stroll.”

Mario swallowed. How even she shade from his cap’s brim wouldn’t hide the redness in his face. He could feel the heat bubbling up and a shiver shot through him.

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formalmess · 4 years

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For Your Entertainment ~ Chapter Ten

Summary: Luigi and Peasley face a nightmarish loss.

Warnings: Gore, Character Death, Murder

”Where is she?!”

Toadsworth’s face was a deep crimson as he huffily addressed the two men standing before him. He fumed, tapping his foot impatiently as they attempted to obtain a satisfactory answer. And yet whenever they spoke up to try explaining themselves, the advisor would cut them off by going on yet another lengthy tangent to ask questions and scream about their inaction and aloof nature regarding the issue at hand.

”-As we’ve said multiple times, Toadsworth, we don’t know where she is.” Peasley explained, holding up his hands. “Believe me, we want nothing more than to know exactly what’s happening here too.”

Luigi was pacing behind them anxiously, wringing out his sweaty gloves and cupping his clammy hands together. He trembled, tying to occupy himself while Peasley dealt with Toadsworth’s constant nagging and probing for answers.

“All we know is that she was told by you, or someone posing as you, to come back to the Mushroom Kingdom.”

“As if I believe such hogwash!” Toadsworth persisted. “You have to know something more!”

“We don’t, Toadsworth.” Peasley tried to maintain his polite and leveled composure, but he still tensed. “That’s all Princess Daisy told us.”

“You two were with her the whole time, were you not? How could you NOT know about what has befallen upon my Princess?!” The old advisor scoffed.

“We have no idea where she is,” Peasley repeated for possibly the tenth time in the span of a few minutes. “And should we be thinking logically, much to my dismay, her Highness may be in great danger. Lest we banter here any longer, her condition will only worsen. So, I suggest you calm down.”

Toadsworth went to object, red in the face with his cane raised, but drew back. He exhaled, furrowing his brow.

“I suppose you’re right.” Toadsworth fixed his vest. “Apologies. I just get rather defensive over the Princess’s wellbeing...”

”I understand, Toadsworth.”

“I’ll need to gather the troops, I’ll have the entire Kingdom looking for her...” Toadsworth excused himself quickly, taking action even before his statement was entirely finished.

He acted fast, immediately rounding up and sending off guards in search of the royal monarch at once. The mass of panicked soldiers quickly gathered themselves to attention to search for their beloved princess, their hasty actions jumbled and un-orderly.

Toadsworth watched as they went, his concerned expression unchanging. He tightened his hold on his cane, shivering.

“Toadsworth." Peasley spoke up as he approached the advisor from behind, helping Luigi forward. "Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Well, if you know or think of anything further…” Toadsworth sighed. “Then, don’t spare any details. I need to know of my Princess's fate."

“We told you everything, Toadsworth. Daisy informed us Peach went home under your request, which we’ve come to understand was a trick.” Peasley lifted a hand to his cheek. “And though I’d normally suggest against jumping to conclusions… I believe Dimentio has a role in this whole situation.”

“So, the Princess’s tale was true then… Dimentio has indeed returned...” Toadsworth glanced down. “I still mourn the loss of young master Toad and his sister. Grambi bless their lost souls…”

Toadsworth lowered his head before gazing back up.

“Master Luigi, the Princess informed me of your role in all this. Why do you think that deranged jester is targeting you?”

Luigi shook his head, shivering as he hugged his sides. “I-I…”

He trailed off, unsure of what to say. He didn’t know what reality was at this point, and what was a nightmare that had managed to escape into his waking life.

“I… he…”

”It’s a bit complicated,” Peasley explained for Luigi, patting his shoulder.

”He… He’s already hurt s-so many… T-Toad and Toadette, a-and Bowser… and Tayce. T, and Prince Dreambert-! They’re… they’re all gone…!” Luigi found himself raising his voice before he could stop himself, breaking down into sobs. Peasley rushed over to support Luigi’s shoulders as he swayed and his breathing hitched.

”Gone… as in? Both King Bowser and Prince Dreambert are...?” Toadsworth’s face paled. “A-And that baker from down the road? That was... all Dimentio’s doing?”

Luigi nodded, trying to hide his tears and reddened cheeks. “It’s a-all my… my… fault…”

Peasley shushed Luigi’s woes. “Darling, it isn’t your fault…”

”But, if that is the case… then, is Princess Peach-?” Toadsworth panicked tone lowered, his inquiry a horrified hush.

”No, no. Not all hope is lost.” Peasley spoke quickly, his tone confident.

”What do you mean?”

”You see, Dimentio is usually more... expressive once he does something horrible. He likes to let us know exactly what he's done through the use of recordings that exhibit his heinous crimes. He enjoys illustrating it all as though it were all apart of some sort of... twisted show...”

Peasley explained with a grimace before he paused, shivering. After a fleeting moment to compose himself, he continued.

“...But, Peach’s disappearance has been, if my memory is accurate, over the course of weeks! There’s a fine possibility Dimentio has nothing to do with this at all, due to our lack of knowledge over his act.”

“There’s a chance she’s alive, then?”

“Certainly. I would like to think so.��

Peasley turned to Luigi, hoping for a positive reaction, but Luigi didn't offer any such response. He clutched a hand over his mouth whilst fighting back sobs, keeping his gaze away.

”Luigi...?”

Luigi wanted to believe in Peasley’s logic, but he knew it was impossible.

Peach was…

She had to be gone… didn’t she...?

Luigi shook his head as Peasley tried to calm him, quivering as harsh guttural sobs escaped his lips.

”I believe you both need some time to reflect on this whole debacle... and I do as well.” Toadsworth sighed and sank back, rubbing at his creased cheeks. “Please, allow me time. Return soon so we can further discuss this situation, and any other findings you may come across. Stay close by. Perhaps at Luigi’s abode until further notice.”

Luigi wanted to refute, but knew he couldn’t. Toadsworth was determined to find his Princess and figure out what had happened, and he needed his two witnesses to stay put. He was going to try and get in contact with Daisy, but the thought of the Sarasan Princess just made Luigi’s stomach twist.

They’d left her alone.

What if she was already gone too...?

He wanted to believe in miracles, but all he could believe in now was the imminent threat of death and tragedy lurking around every corner.

After a few moments, Peasley and Luigi left the Mushroom Kingdom’s castle in silence. A lingering feeling of guilt and sadness accompanied them as they went off without a word. Polterpup whined gently from their sides, rubbing up against Luigi’s leg with a whimper.

Toadsworth saw them off, not offering any words of wisdom or encouragement as they went. He shut the doors to the castle with a heave, leaving them to wander home. Silence consumed the streets of Toad Town as they made their way back to Luigi’s manor.

What was once the warm and humble abode of the younger Mario brother was now a reminder of when innocence was tainted and all hope was lost. Every since that first parcel arrived, Luigi’s world had crumbled in front of his eyes, just as Dimentio had promised him.

This was exactly what he wanted, ever since the beginning.

Luigi didn’t know how much longer he could last like this.

He didn’t know if he wanted to.

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Polterpup was the only one who seemed to have any energy left by the time the three reached the manor. Luigi and Peasley trailed behind as they fought back the urge to collapse and fall asleep on the dirt road leading up to their house. They yawned almost in unison, rubbing at their eyes exhaustedly.

”...Luigi, darling?”

”Hm?”

”Are you going to be okay, dear?” Peasley didn’t make eye contact as he kicked at the gravel beneath his feet. “I don’t want to make you stay here if you don’t feel comfortable. Maybe we could go back to the Beanbean Kingdom for a while… there’s plenty of places to hide, and I know my Kingdom like the back of my hand-“

”And let everyone else there get put in danger too?!” Luigi retorted before Peasley could finish, his words emerging as a snarl. “Peasley, you know that’s a terrible idea-!”

”I-I was just suggesting…!”

”It isn’t safe.” Luigi fought back tears, already exhausted from his earlier sobbing. He inhaled shakily. “Everywhere I go, all I do is mess everything up. And now, whoever I hang around gets a death sentence. Do you REALLY think it’s a great idea for us to go anywhere else right now, Peasley? And your homeland, of all places?”

Peasley glanced away. “I... I suppose you’re right. I just… I want to make sure you’re safe, Luigi, you understand that, don’t you?”

”Peasley, I-“

Without warning, Polterpup stopped in the middle of the road, catching the two quarreling men off-guard. They stopped to avoid tripping over the ghastly pup, quieting as Polterpup barked. The two peered up at the small hill leading to the manor Luigi had spent years residing in.

It was only when Polterpup’s yips turned to growls that the boys knew something was very wrong. They squinted through exhausted eyes, freezing as they realized what Polterpup was so riled up about.

The front door of the manor was wide open, the wooden door having been broken and torn off its hinges. It weakly creaked over the gusts of winds enveloping the foyer within.

Peasley immediately grasped Luigi’s hand out of instinct, glancing around as he moved to protect his husband should there be any signs of danger.

”L-Luigi?”

Luigi stood still, emotionless.

“Luigi…” Peasley tried again, gulping down his nervousness as he tugged at his cape anxiously. “W-What exactly do you suggest we do...?”

Luigi still didn't respond.

”Either we,” Peasley cleared his throat as his words hitched. “w-we could go hide out in Toad Town for a bit until further notice, or we can stay put and investigate… t-that.” Peasley pointed at the broken door swaying from the wind.

Peasley was already moving backward, but Luigi didn’t budge. And without answering, Luigi moved forward to the front stoop of the house. Peasley yelped, gasping as he scrambled to follow Luigi.

“Luigi, stop, wait! It could be dangerous-! I thought we were against running into danger blindly!”

Luigi reached forward without hesitation, his shaking having ceased, pushing the door back completely.

Peasley approached him from behind, holding a protective arm up as the two entered. They breathed quietly, glancing around pointedly as they walked into the familiar home.

The foyer was the first indication of the nature of the rest of the manor.

It was completely destroyed, side tables pushed over, shattered vases full of wilting yellow roses covering the ground. Streams of dirty water coated the wooden boards beneath their feet as they stepped around glass shards, picture frames having fallen to the ground. Fingernails had clawed at the walls, the marks having torn away most of the green wallpaper.

“A rather destructive brute, isn’t he?” Peasley cringed, pointing out a few hidden shards of glass for Luigi to avoid. “...How unsightly.”

'This isn’t like Dimentio’, was all Luigi could think.

The thought haunted him as he examined the halls, lights flickering as more damage to the walls and floorboards became clear. Dimentio wasn’t violent by nature. He was sly and, as he put in his own words, a form of “charming”. This didn’t look like an act of vandalization, but something more.

But, what it was, he didn’t know.

The thought only serving to further terrify him, Luigi continued into the living room, glancing around the dimly lit space.

He froze, the vision of his nightmares greeting him. The television was on. The darkness of the living room was only illuminated by the rickety machine’s screen.

And greeting him among the static, staring with an equally horrified gaze, was a flickering image of Princess Peach. But, unlike in the other tapes, this one wasn’t just a recording. It was a set of images and shortened clips, dates in each of the corners, in a video loop. The dates started from the day Peach “returned home” from Sarasaland, and they moved forward in time from there. As each section of the video passed, a day did as well.

The pictures and clips revealed Peach crying, clawing at the walls of an unfamiliar darkened room while screaming, curled up on the floor, plucking at her dress, scratching and hugging herself, and simply… waiting.

She limped around in a crawl, sometimes approaching the camera and other times wanting to be as far away from it as possible. She looked broken, as though all pieces of her mind and body were shattered.

She had nothing to eat or drink, and the staggering effects clearly showed themselves as the images continued. As every day passed, she only looked more helpless and pained, clutching her sides and coughing up blood and saliva to the ground, groaning for help from within the dark room.

She got skinnier and her face grew more pale, her movements going from feverish and desperate to weak and unmoving. As every day went by in the corner of the screen, Peach’s gaze grew more wild and her face more flustered, glancing down at her hands to ensure she was still alive. She was starving and dying of thirst, her eyes savagely searching for any signs of sustenance just as the eighth day flickered by.

One clip started with her sleeping on the ground, her bones visible against her chest as she heaved and exhaled slowly, breathing irregular. Her face was down on the ground, blonde hair lying in damp and cluttered strands in front of her closed eyes.

She didn’t even flinch when footsteps sounded outside of the camera’s view.

Dimentio entered casually, his appearance rather cleaned up since his last. His poncho and cape practically glittered in the crackly recording’s image, his smug grin twisted up as he crouched down into the view of the camera.

He reached to his side, producing a small porcelain plate and setting it down on the ground, along with a fancifully-made piece of strawberry cake. He left it there with a hum to accompany his exit, snapping his fingers and disappearing from view.

Another day passed, and Peach was now awake and alert, looming over the cake slice Dimentio had left her. Hunger overtook logical thinking as she devoured pieces of the cake, ravenous. She’d lost all traces of her fair and dainty persona, only caring for her survival.

She abruptly paused halfway through eating, her eyes going wide.

The next images and recording passed by in a flash, Peach’s hands moving to claw at her throat, screaming and sputtering as her face flushed and turned a dark purple color.

She shot one last glance at the camera lens before she fell limp, leaving the half-eaten cake slice on the ground. She foamed at the mouth, saliva trickling down her chin. She twitched once, then twice.

And then she was gone.

Days passed from there, images passing by quickly as the lights eventually returned to the room and revealed Peach’s body beginning to rot. But, the setting exhibited, now clear in the light, wasn’t the familiar dark room Dimentio usually recorded his “shows” in.

That was...

Luigi froze, his breathing hitching. He turned to Peasley, who lowered his head, discrete tears snaking down his cheeks. The video begin to repeat on it's loop.

”Peasley... that’s...”

”What..?” Peasley glanced up, words hushed.

”T-That’s... n-no... no, no, no...”

He knew where Peach was.

Luigi bolted out of the living room, throwing open the door that led to the basement. He bounded down the stairs hastily, almost missing several steps as he went, trying to grab at the rail. He paused upon reaching the bottom, huffing for air before running toward another doorway. The door ahead was open just a crack.

He pushed open the heavy door leading into the back room, whispering quick prayers to some higher being that this could all be a nightmare.

His prayers went unanswered.

”Luigi! What are you-?” Peasley froze, realizing what Luigi had stumbled upon. He held his hands up to his face, holding back tears.

Crumbs and shards of glass lined the floor beneath their feet and, much to their horror, a body lied above it all.

Princess Peach’s rotting corpse greeted them, lying in the same spot she had been in the tape’s recording. She had a skeletal hand reaching forward, a piece of parchment placed delicately under her unmoving fingers.

Luigi bent down, carefully removing the paper. He could barely read it through his tear-filled eyes.

’It’s been ever so long since our last show... So, how was that? Enjoyable? Amusing?

Oh, and I do hope you like the re-decorating as well. The fair lady herself helped me with that. Such a fight she put up. I must say I’m impressed!

But, I believe this performance is worthy of an encore. Be sure to stay alert and keep an eye out for what I have in store, like a spoiled toddler waiting eagerly for a toy on a holiday.

My performance is far from over, Luigi... Ciao!’

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”Luigi, we don’t have to do this.” Peasley was almost silent, his voice having lost it’s once chipper and level-headed quality.

The two were walking through the woods just outside the Mushroom Kingdom, the winding paths leading into a darker stretch of land, only illuminated by the sliver of moonlight above.

”Toadsworth said he never wanted to see my face again.” Luigi spoke without emotion. “We have to go.”

”He’s stricken with grief, my love...” Peasley explained gently. “He’ll realize how irrational he’s being soon. You did nothing wrong.”

”Finding the Princess dead in my house is still going to make everyone think I’m some kind of monster, Peasley, no matter how much time passes!” Luigi’s sharp words slurred slightly, his exhaustion getting the better of him. He wiped at his eyes. “Maybe that’s what Dimentio wants. To see me be viewed as a monster. A worthless monster that needs to be hidden away from the rest of civilization-!”

Peasley stopped, dropping his bags. “Then why are we running? Do you want to fall right into his trap and do exactly as he expects us to?!”

”I just want time alone.” Luigi exhaled, running a hand over Polterpup’s back. The spectral dog whimpered. “This will be good for Polterpup too. He’ll be happy to be back with the others.”

Peasley frowned, but still obliged with Luigi’s reasoning. “If you say so, my darling. And you say E. Gadd won’t mind, right?”

Luigi nodded. “I don’t think so. He’s usually happy to see me.”

Evershade Valley garnered both negative and positive memories in Luigi’s mind, but he hadn’t imagined he’d be back this soon. It seemed like just yesterday he’d been rescuing Mario from the clutches of the malevolent King Boo here. And now, he was facing yet another villain hellbent on destroying him. In all certainty, he kinda missed King Boo’s antics in comparison…

As soon as the two entered the clearing of the valley, they were greeted by friendly ghosts roaming around the property. They cheered and spun in the air, Polterpup yipping as his ghostly buddies approached.

”Luigi!”

Professor Elvin Gadd looked about the same as ever as he approached, swirling glasses pushed up atop his nose with a smile plastered on his face.

“What brings you here, my boy?” E. Gadd exclaimed, fixing his lab coat as he examined both his old friend and Peasley, who waved awkwardly. “I see you’ve brought guests as well, hello!”

”E. Gadd, this is my husband, Prince Peasley.”

”Ah! I remember you, young whippersnapper. I was at the wedding, Luigi! Pleasure to meet you personally, Prince! I’m Professor Elvin Gadd, researcher of the paranormal and a world-class inventor!” E. Gadd continued, shaking Peasley’s hand eagerly.

”The pleasure’s all mine! I believe I recognize your work from Starbeans Cafe in the Beanbean Kingdom…?”

”Ah yes, my other business venture… I hope my influence has remained there, even with my moving.” His eccentric behavior softened for a moment, waving a hand as he spoke. “Never the matter, what brings you two here to the humble Evershade Valley?”

”We need to stay here for awhile, Professor.” Luigi murmured out, wringing his gloves together. “Is there any way we could-?”

”Of course! I’d be happy to house the two of you here for awhile. All the mansions are free for you two to stay in, but I would caution you with occupying some…” He pointed over his shoulder. “Those are where the mischievous ones hang around.”

He paused, fixing his glasses as he examined the heavily-tired expressions of the two men standing before him.

”But, why exactly are you staying out here, Luigi...? I wouldn’t take you for the type to want to.”

”Well, it’s…” Luigi rubbed his arm, gazing down. He tried to block the haunting images out of his mind. “I-It’s hard to explain.”

”Ah, I understand, young feller. I was just thinking-”

The gathered group of humans and ghosts jolted in shock as an impossibly loud crash suddenly sounded from somewhere in the distance.

E. Gadd furrowed his brow, turning. ”That sounded like it came from the lab...” He mused aloud, rubbing his chin. “But, I thought I hadn’t left any inventions running in there...”

Luigi and Peasley exchanged an uneasy glance.

”Hang on, boys, I’ll go fix this up. You wait here.”

”Let us come with.” Luigi insisted, glancing back at Peasley. “W-We can help... j-just in case.”

E. Gadd looked skeptical, but still nodded. “Sureee. Just be careful, you two. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you two young fellers, or for any of my inventions to get ruined…”

Leaving Polterpup with the other ghosts, E. Gadd led Peasley and Luigi to his personal lab, taking note of their exhausted expressions. He wanted to ask what the matter was, but assumed better judgement as he walked forward.

Luigi nodded shakily as he went, trying to steady his breathing. It would be okay. They’d be okay.

To their surprise, by the time they ultimately reached the lab, it was empty. The screens surrounding E. Gadd’s workstation were off, papers were still neatly stacked on the desk, and all the inventions and blueprints throughout the room were untouched. Nothing seemed out of place, E. Gadd noted, telling the boys to avoid acknowledging the clutter. The only thing out of place seemed to be a beaker shattered on the floor, which E. Gadd promptly swept up.

”A-Are you sure?” Luigi questioned, trying to mask his trembling voice. “N-Nothing else is out of the ordinary...?”

”Can’t say there is. Sorry for that quick bout of excitement, ghost-hunters, but it’s nothing.” E. Gadd snickered, switching off the light in the lab as he led them toward the exit. “Must have just been a ghost playing around or-“

Simultaneously, each of the screens in the lab flickered to life with a harsh clunk.

”W-What?” E. Gadd gasped out, glancing around. He walked toward his desk, raising a brow. “That doesn’t usually happen… what’s going on?”

”We need to get out of here, n-now!” Peasley avoided screaming, but his voice still raised as he reached to grab E. Gadd, before freezing up.

”Ah, ah, ah! If our show’s only beginning, why would you want to leave?”

Luigi nearly collapsed upon seeing Dimentio’s gaze surrounding him on each of the screens in the small dim space, his curled smile widening. No matter where he looked, Dimentio was grinning back at him. He was inescapable.

”Good evening, one and all! Welcome to the encore of our last performance!”

”Luigi, my boy, what’s happening?” E. Gadd glanced back, his face pale. “Who is that?”

”Why, I’m your host, Dimentio!” Dimentio clapped his hands together, grinning. “The master of dimensions, pleaser of crowds, and the ringmaster of tonight’s show!” He laughed. “And tonight, we’re joined by my lovely assistant… one of royal descent and hot-blooded to her very core…!”

Dimentio moved out of the camera’s view, gesturing to a figure lying unconscious on the floor.

“The Sarasaland Princess, Daisy! She’ll be acting as my assistant this evening!”

Luigi’s voice was hushed. “N-No...”

”I believe she’ll be waking up very soon… and then our production can truly begin!” Dimentio laughed, clapping his hands.

”Dimentio…?”

Daisy’s voice was familiar as ever, grunting as she stood up, standing tall in the camera’s view.

Dimentio turned his back, his smile unchanging. “Ah, so you’ve finally awakened, like a-“

Without warning, Daisy punched Dimentio directly in the face, a hard cracking sound ringing out into the empty silence.

He staggered back momentarily, clutching his wounded face as pieces of porcelain chipped off his mask and fell to the ground.

“...How rude.” Dimentio scoffed finally, wiping away dusted pieces of glass as Daisy huffed. “I was just starting to fix that up too…”

“Well, I think you look better like that!” Daisy retorted sharply. “A broken face really suits you!”

“Aha...ahahaha...!” Dimentio abruptly burst into maddened laughter, his eager tone shaking Daisy to her core. “I certainly like your sense of humor, dear! Maybe, just maybe, if I didn’t have a show to run, then you and I would be able to have a nice conversation over tea…”

“I can’t imagine anyone ever being your acquaintance, let alone your friend.” Daisy growled. “I’d rather die than ever have a civilized conversation with you.”

“Well, that can be arranged.” Dimentio smiled, snapping his fingers and lowering himself to the ground. “I’ve had friends. But, friendship is truly only good for using and leeching off of those whom you establish bonds with. Once they outlive their usefulness, they are of no worth to me.”

Luigi grimaced, the quick motion going unnoticed by Peasley and E. Gadd.

“But,” Dimentio continued, lifting a finger. “because I like you, dear flower dame, I believe we can set up something much more show-worthy to start off our performance, hm?”

He clapped his hands together, his crooked smile widening.

“You’re a competitive spirit, aren’t you?” Dimentio inquired with a subdued grin on his face. “A spunky flame. So young and feisty, just begging for a fight wherever you go.”

Daisy inhaled. “What are you playing at?”

“If you can manage to defeat me in combat, or even neutralize my attempts at harming you, I’d be more than willing to let you go.” Dimentio smiled. “It’d certainly be a feat unlike any ever seen, if you could possibly best me in the state I am now.”

Daisy’s glare deepened, her teeth grinding as she smiled, standing up.

“So, what’ll it be, flower? Is that a yes?”

Silence crackled momentarily in the recording’s audio.

“Yes.”

Dimentio’s sadistic smile only grew. “Excellent! Then let us duel, like-!”

Before Dimentio could even finish his next spiel, Daisy lunged for him, intent on tackling him to the ground. Dimentio reacted fast, snapping his fingers with a laugh. Before Daisy could make contact with him, he teleported out of sight.

Daisy huffed as she caught herself from falling, glancing over her shoulder hastily while gasping for breath. She whirled around, panting as she tried to locate her assailant.

Dimentio had disappeared.

”You look a bit lost, Princess.”

Daisy howled in pain as Dimentio suddenly appeared behind her, sending a projectile straight into her back. She was forced to the ground, releasing a scream as she curled her trembling hands into fists. Shakily, she tried to stand, biting her lip.

”Have I proven myself too much for her Royal Highness?”

Daisy growled, Dimentio’s casual taunts filling her with a newfound sense of rage. Her knuckles went white and her glare sharpened. Her sounds and movements were animalistic as she stood, pouncing toward Dimentio.

Her fingers shook and pulsed, as though she was ready to strangle every last ounce of life out of Dimentio as soon as her hands found their way to his neck.

Dimentio snapped his fingers.

Daisy yelped in pain as she rammed her head into an unseen barrier, falling backward. Hitting the ground with a thud, she rubbed at her reddened forehead, wincing as she glanced up to examine what had stopped her attempts.

A sheet of what looked to be yellow glass surrounded her on all four sides.

”I must admit, your attempts were... formidable.” Dimentio waved a hand casually, light sparks on his fingertips. “But, unfortunately, you simply can’t defeat me. I’ve conquered death, escaped it’s hold, and now I will never die again!”

Daisy banged against the barrier, screaming at Dimentio.

”And now I have you right where I want you, dear assistant of mine, like a butterfly caught in a jar by a curious scientist.” Dimentio snapped his fingers again. “I can guarantee everyone in the audience will be pleased with this next trick. And you are our star this evening, Daisy.”

Daisy flinched as she felt a cold shock run through her body, spine shivering. She glanced up, cringing as streams of cold water trickled down on her face from above.

Dimentio moved his hand to speed up the process, an antique watering can over Daisy’s head beginning to tip out its contents.

”Watering flowers is always such a relaxing activity...” Dimentio mused, delighting in Daisy’s expression going from angry to panicked, her screams from inside the golden execution box muffled. “But, do forgive me, I do sometimes overwater my daisies…”

He laughed joyfully, amused with himself as he watched Daisy shove her weight into the sides of the box prison, pounding against the barrier with white-knuckled fists.

”LET ME OUT OF HERE!” Daisy’s voice was barely audible from behind the sheet of glass, despite the veins in her neck visibly straining as she screeched at the top of her lungs.

”What’s that?” Dimentio cocked his head, pieces of porcelain still chipping off his mask to reveal a gaping blackness underneath. “I do love your enthusiasm, my dear. I’d be happy to speed this up…”

The thin streams of water soon grew in size and quantity, buckets of water joining the water can. Dimentio orchestrated the whole thing with a smile, humming an upbeat tune as he watched Daisy try to avoid the growing amounts of water, up to her thighs now.

”Luigi, what is this…” E. Gadd’s tone was horrified as he finally addressed Luigi, who had buried his eyes in his gloves, sobbing. Peasley wasn’t much help either, trying to avoid staring at the screen.

”The classic water escape has been performed by countless magicians in the past…” Dimentio offered a historical lesson to his victim as he circled around her. “But I don’t think any before have sent their inexperienced assistants to such a grisly demise… This will be a first! Isn’t that special?”

”YOU’RE INSANE!” Daisy screamed, lifting her face up as the water reached up to torso, pure terror in her eyes. “YOU’RE CRAZY!”

Dimentio scowled, pouting slightly as more water poured atop Daisy’s face, soaking her hair. Her annoyance and shrieking made a smile crack on his face once again, snapping his fingers as all the buckets and watering cans dissipated. The golden box closed off on the top, allowing no escape for the trapped Princess.

Daisy was soon treading water, floating up off the ground. She held her breath until she swam up to the small pocket of air left unfilled by water at the top of the box, gasping for air desperately.

Dimentio observed his assistant with a smile, not offering any more tauntings or words as he simply sat down, watching as Daisy fought to stay afloat. She kicked her legs futilely, gradually sinking down as she lost her energy. She clawed at the walls surrounding her, trying to hold herself up.

Her exhaustion from so many long sleepless nights eventually got the best of her, sinking down into the water below. She took a deep breath before she made contact, holding her breath as she held her hands over her face, cheeks swelling and going blue.

She glanced up, eyes opening underwater as she stared straight at Dimentio, her audience.

She screamed, pounding on the glass as bubbles floated up from her mouth, her shrieks growing louder from behind the muffling sheet of glass. Dimentio merely cheered on her performance, complimenting her amusing attempts.

She grasped at her neck, her kicking ceasing as her glossy gaze travelled upward, gasping as she finally breathed in. Water filled her lungs, her neck straining as she coughed and choked.

And finally, Daisy released one final breath, her unmoving body floating upward.

And from the recording, Dimentio only clapped, pleased with his performance.

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dangan-imagines · 6 years

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SDR2 girls finding their S/O asleep in the tub

I’m really sorry for not posting last week guys, and woohoo! Almost to 700 followers!

-Mod Rantaro

Sonia Nevermind

• You two had just finished watching a horror movie, and it was pretty late

• And you were already pretty tired, so I mean, what better way to unwind than a warm bath, though you didn’t tell the blonde-haired female

• But, you just didn’t have the energy, and passed out before you could even get undressed

• And after a short while, Sonia noticed, worriedly calling out your name and searching the whole house for you

• And after about a half hour of turning the house upside-down, she noticed the bathroom light on, quickly barging in

• Only to find her S/O on the floor, out cold

• She didn’t mind changing you into your pajamas, after all, it was her duty as your girlfriend to make sure you went to bed in the appropriate attire

• And afterwards, she just carried you back to bed

• The next morning though, you woke up confused as hell

Peko Pekoyama

• Peko being Peko, she was extremely overprotective when it came to you

• So of course she grew quite upset when you asked to use the bathroom during your pet-sitting lesson with her how else would she learn to become more approachable

• Only to disappear for what seemed to be a little over an hour

• Mother Mode Activated

• She searched everywhere for you, inside the house, outside the house

• She even had to visit Hanamura to make sure he didn’t kidnap you or something

• She had checked the bathroom beforehand but it was only a quick scan through it, so of course she went back to check it a bit

• And was very surprised to find a snoring S/O in the tub

• She tried to wake you, but eventually just gave up and gave you a piggy back ride back to bed

Chiaki Nanami

• You two were tying to pull an all-night Super Smash Bros. competition

• And after 30 rounds with a final score of 2:28 (I’m sure the outcome was obvious) with you only winning due to the two times she fell asleep during a match

• You decided to make some snacks for yourselves

• That is until you felt the 5 gallons of Sprite you drank earlier come back to haunt you

• Though it was difficult with how tired you were, you still somehow managed to make it

• Meanwhile Chiaki was dozing off again, trying to get some sleep before you came back and shook her awake, and almost peed herself when she heard a loud thud coming from the bathroom

• Getting up with a start, she cautiously tiptoed while trying to remember the Luigi’s Mansion tutorial just in case

• And carefully opened the door to see you slumped over in a heap, covered in the shower curtain

• Without question, she just casually slid in next to you, and before falling asleep, pumped her fist in the air

• “Another flawless victory.”

Hiyoko Saionji

• You’ve spent the last few weeks helping Hiyoko practice for her upcoming performance

• And although it wasn’t easy, she seemed to be very grateful for your help, which was honestly the only thing keeping you going

• Of course you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep either, between her dance routines and struggling to find kimonos

• So the day of her performance came, and you were putting on her makeup

• “Tch, you should just stay home and sleep. You don’t have to go if you’re that tired!”

• “Haha, then who would be there to cheer you on? Plus you wouldn’t want Mahiru taking pictures of you with smudged make up, right~?“

• But after a few minutes of bickering, you agreed to take a nap before you left

• Honestly though, as soon as she left the room, you passed out in the tub

• And she returned minutes later, scoffing at your sleeping state

• With a little smile on her face

• Unfortunately though she had to haul you into the car via shopping cart to avoid being late

Mikan Tsumiki

• It was two in the morning

• And you were helping Mikan with her new nurse job

• Helping her with things like unloading medicine, and tending to the sick patients

• Luckily though she only tripped once, while walking into a patient’s room

• Apologizing profusely afterwards, hoping she hadn’t embarrassed you

• Though honestly you enjoyed the view

• As it grew later, you became more and more tired, unlike your timid girlfriend, having much experience with such late hours

• But seeing you so tired made her feel bad, so she apologized a few times before suggesting you rest in one of the empty rooms

• Of course you declined though, you couldn’t leave her by herself

• Eventually you gave in to your sleepiness, however you sorta kinda ended up mistaking the bathroom for a room, sliding into the bathtub, passing out immediately

• And after her shift ended, she came to wake you up

• Only you weren’t there, causing her to let out a small squeak, searching every room of every floor, until she saw the third floor’s bathroom light on, with the door wide open

• To reveal you inside, feet hanging out, drooling slightly

• “A-Ah, S/O? Y-You shouldn’t be sleeping in there, it’s full of germs!”

• Eventually though she got tired of trying to wake you up, and just dragged you out of the tub and onto a bed, occasionally coming back to check on you

Mahiru Koizumi

• The red-head was out for the day, at a photography job of some sort

• While you were at home, mindlessly scrolling through an app on your phone

• She would call every few hours, making sure you were okay

• Until at one point in the day, you had stopped answering

• At first she wasn’t too concerned

• You were probably watching TV or something, and your phone wasn’t within grabbing range, or it was on silent

• But after a few more hours, she grew worried

• Since number one, who the heck watches TV for that long, and two, if it was on silent, you should’ve seen that you’d missed calls from me right?

• So she impatiently waited for her shift to end before racing home, knocking on the door, but to no answer

• Eventually she became anxious, hurriedly unlocking the door, and yelling out your name

• And almost having a heart attack when she heard rustling coming from inside the bathroom

• Throwing the door open, she was relieved to find her S/O, angrily muttering due to the sudden harsh light

• She couldn’t even bring herself to scold you, though her overly-tight hugs were punishment enough along with the photos she took of you during your nap

Akane Owari

• She had challenged you to an eating contest earlier in the week at the local All-You-Can-Eat Buffet

• But honestly, you didn’t expect it to get this out of hand

• Ten minutes into the contest half of the food containers were empty, mainly because of Akane smh and the manager was begging you to stop your out of control girlfriend

• After aggressive pulling and shouting, you managed to get her away from the food

• And of course you had to pay for the ‘damage’ done before going back home

• Upon arriving however, you immediately grew tired due to the massive amount of food you consumed

• And of course nausea, resulting in Akane having to carry you inside, gently placing you down in the bathtub with ease

• Before leaving to get a bit of medicine to help with your nausea

• To her surprise though, when you came bavk you were fast asleep

• So, not wanting to disturb you, she kinda just left you there

Ibuki Mioda

• You were watching the young musician play, enthusiastically listening to her newest song, getting your ears blasted out before the noise complaints came in “Shovel Penetrates the Dirt”

• Clapping every time she sang a verse, earning a bow from her each time in turn

• Of course this went on for hours, seeing as the energetic girl never got tired

• So you excused yourself before you became deaf to the bathroom

• Before deciding to take a bath, because after all, you were sweating quite a bit in that garage

• So you turned the water on, and watched it fill up before getting in, dosing off a bit due to the warmth

• Before Ibuki’s music rang throughout the halls again

• Y'know what, you didn’t sleep at all

#sdr2 #sonia nevermind #peko pekoyama #chiaki namani #hiyoko saionji #mikan tsumiki #mahiru koizumi #akane owari #ibuki mioda #dangan-imagines #danganronpa imagines #mod rantaro #pekpek #pekopek #pekpeko #pekopeko #pekpeklemmesmash #ill stop now

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trippingwrites · 7 years

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For Starters

(For the VAA intro thread)

Holy shot, I Had this Account for four years??

Holy geebes louise, even I am surprised by how long I had this account lurking in VAA! Four years I have been missing in this site and the fun I didn't knew I was missing. It's a shame now thinking about it. Hopefully, may be this time around I'll hang around and meet cool new people and perhaps join some voice acting projects! I hope you guys will enjoy having me as I am excited to be with you!

I don't have a whole lot of experience with voice acting. I’ve record myself couple of times and even posted a short song on Youtube about a year back. I don't have a real feedback/criticism about my voice other than compliments from friends and family. I would love to hear some from folks and even their opinions to what kind of voice I have and kind of characters my voice may be best suited for. I have a feminine voice and I have a slight Asian accent that I am desperately trying to rid off for years!

Ah, I guess I can tell what I was doing in the last four years of absence and what I enjoy doing. So basically, I was in college studying various of subjects like animation and health. I worked a bit in between the studies. I have Tumblred my way from fandom to fandom. I enjoy drawing characters and have created my own to RPs. I'm pretty active in a RP forum called RPNation, and I have joined some incredibly fun groups and meet interesting friends. I would have liked trying voicing for my characters, but it is unfortunate that the majority of character I enjoy playing as are male. I know, weird : P

I would like to know more about VAA! Like how are you guys? I hope people have joined fun projects and met great people. I have yet to read all the stickied thread in this site, but where to people host(?) their voices?

Okay so I pulled this out from

For Starters 1. Okay, start with the classics: Pick a number. 4

2. Is that number your age? If not, what IS your age? Early 20s!

3. Are you more visual or audio-oriented?

I guess I am visually oriented. 4. You should have at least two chromosomes. Which two do you have?

One of each!

5. Wearing socks with sandals: stupid or sweet, bro?

Eh, I do it sometimes. 6. When you were five (assuming you are not, currently, five) what was your dream?

To be a teacher, then I realise how bad of a teacher I am. 7. If you could have a mythical beast as a pet, which beast would you choose?

I never thought of having a pet to be honest. I’ll just be very guilty of neglecting them, I think :/ 8. What would you name it?

Guildford. That was the name of my hamster. 9. Are you allergic to anything? If it's a food, do you want to eat it anyway?

I want a pet and I want to snuggle every cute creature on Earth! I just hate hives more than loving animals unfortu… 10. What was the last Halloween costume you wore?

A traditional Korean hanbok This Or That 1. Pancakes or waffles?

Waffles 2. Dogs or cats?

Cats 3. Light or dark?

Dark 4. AC or DC?

AC…? 5. Mamas or papas?

Mamas 6. Twist or shout?

Twist 7. Mario or Luigi?

Luigi 8. Tall or short?

Short 9. Cat poop or dog poop? Ew

10. Vampires or werewolves?

Vampire It's Random Time! 1. Okay, let's say you're a Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger. A putty patroller punches you in the face at the EXACT same time you're morphing. What happens? Does your helmet materialize and cut off his hand, does it form around the putty patroller, or does something else occur?

I think logically, the helmet servered the monster’s hand and now I am stuck with a hand inside my helmet! Rude! 2. Do you think the biggest threat to our world today are Dark Penguins (assuming you believe in Dark Penguins)?

Uhhh… no…? 3. A man on the street in New York offers to give you FREE COMEDY if you follow him into a dark basement. You do like comedy... do you go?

I think I would have planned out my trip in I'm in New York… It will depends on the summary of the comedy the man tells me. 4. Alright, take your SAT score (if you don't have that, estimate what you think you'd get). Multiply it by the number of the current month and then divide by how many posts are currently in this thread: do you think you could eat that many hot dogs?

Over time, no. Secretly, yes. 5. Okay, I'm gonna give you a pony for your birthday this year. It's a real rad pony, so I hope you like ponies. You're gonna need to take care of this pony: clean it, feed it, brush it's hair, make sure it gets plenty of exercise, clean it more. It's gonna be YOUR responsibility, young man/lady! So I hope you're ready. Also, favorite pizza topping?

Oh good lord, I'm going to kill the poor pony. This is a horrible choice of a gift, but thank you for your gift anyways. Hawaiian. 6. You stepped over the line and now SUPERMAN wants to beat you up! Who're you going to call to help you out with this fight?

MOM! Or the Batman will do. A relationship counselor will also do. We can sort out difference in a civilized manner. 7. You can be a walk-on role in any movie ever made. What movie do you walk-on in and what is the one line you deliver?

Titanic. I'll be that one Asian so out of place that I don't even need a line to be remembered. 8. Why would you want to ruin that movie like that?

Hahahaha, good question. I don't know. 9. Do you think I look good in this dress? Be honest. I can take it back if you don't.

Gurl, dresses are for everyone. Try this one, it'll bring out your shape! 10. Why can't I find a good henchman in this town? Are you interested?

Have you tried ebay? I heard they will be delivered within 24 hours. I would hate to be the one to recieve it though... Would You Rather... 1. Be able to fly or teleport?

Fly 2. Play as Ken or Ryu? Ryu?

3. Live on the moon or in Atlantis? The moon

4. Die in an explosion saving the President on live TV or die in a tsunami saving an orphanage, but no one will know?

Orphanage sounds more heroic, but drowning is a slower death than dying in an explosion… but then again who said dying in an explosion will be clean? I guess orphanage. 5. Win American Idol or Wheel of Fortune?

Wheel of Fortune. Give me the money! 6. Chicken nuggets, chicken strips, or soy chicken (you monster)?

Chicken Strips 7. Skim milk, whole milk, 2% milk, chocolate milk, strawberry milk, soy milk, or goat's milk?

There's too much option! I love milk! I'm also kinda lactose intolerance! 8. Live forever in the town you were born in but be given one year to see the world OR live forever in one city of your choosing but never be able to leave? Live forever in my hometown

9. Nintendo, Microsoft, or Sony? Nintendo

10. Skates, rollerblades, or GOLF CART? GOLD CART!

Are you... 1. Intelligent? Eh

2. Verbose?

In writing only 3. Deciduous? Yes

4. Monotonic?

Kinda 5. Swanky?

No 6. Semidictatorial?

True 7. Voluminous?

I guess 8. Bored? Often. Try not to though

9. Confused?

VERY 10. In love with me? Love is a scary thing.

If you could do the following and never get caught, would you... 1. Streak?

??? 2. Steal from the government?

Yes 3. Steal from the poor?

No 4. Punch a nun?

No!?? 5. Eat an old grandma's pie right off her windowsill? Yes…

6. Steal an old farmer's carrots?

May be... 7. Cheat in the Olympics in order to win a Gold Medal?

No 8. Yell "fire" in a crowded theater?

Yes. 9. Wear Crocs? Yes.

10. Rob a grave you know has tons of money in it?

Yes. Wrapping Up 1. Normally Celena would've asked if she was better than me. Since she's been gone, I'm obviously better. Is anyone better than me?

Not that I know of… So yes? 2. It's okay to admit I'm handsome and awesome. You do think that, right?

Oh shots I should have looked at the icon I stole this question air from! 3. If you answered "yes" to the first question or "no" to the second: what does it feel like to be wrong all the time?

All the time. 4. Are you kinda tired of answering all these questions?

It's 2 am when I'm filling this… Hopefully i am not when I post this. 5. Did the different sections do a good job of masquerading the fact that you have just answered SIXTY-FIVE questions?

I was not aware. Good job, but is there something significant about that number? 6. Are you glad you went through all of these horrendously stupid questions?

I like doing these question honestly, when I have the time. 7. Alright! This is the last question! I think I know the answer to this, but are you glad this is finally finishing up?

Hahaha yes and you lied to me. 8. Trap sprung. It's not over. How do you feel now that you've been TOTALLY had?

I already spoiled myself of the surprised by scrolling down. 9. Okay, the next question's the last one. Will you accept my totally weak apology? If not, WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU TO LOVE ME?

:V 10. How long have you been AVAing and how long do you plan to continue?

I hope longer than my current record!

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