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ionlydatesassyelves · 4 years

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i got bullied into taking a stab at writing my mario darkfic again and wasted zero time handing Mr. L a gun and beating up Dimentio.

this is (believe it or not) the same fic those smooshy luigi/antasma healing fics came from. if ya’ll would be interested seeing more hit me up but for now here’s this snippet.

Dimentio rolled head over heels when he hit the ground, failing to dislodge his attacker with any amount of struggling. A firm hand around the collar of his cloak struck his head against the hard dirt. Dimentio grabbed for the offending arm, but his hands faltered when he looked up. “...Luigi?” he gasped out.

His question was answered with the barrel of a pistol pressed to the center of his forehead and a gruff “Guess again, fucker.”

Dimentio laughed, despite himself, and a grin inched across his face. “Mr. L...” he realized. “What a... lovely surprise.”

L seemed far from delighted to run into Dimentio, if the snarl on his face and burning rage in his eyes was any sort of indication. “The fuck are you doing here?” he snapped.

Dimentio’s mismatched eyes flicked over L - straddling his hips and holding him down on the ground. “...presently? I would wager being threatened.”

“You know what I mean!” L shouted. “Here, how did you get here?”

Dimentio laughed again, and he warily eyed the gun against his head. “L, I know you fancy me a mastermind - correctly, in most cases - but I am as clueless in this instance as you are.”

“You don’t know what’s going on,” L threatened, more than asked.

“That is another way to rephrase what I just said, yes,” Dimentio said.

L cocked the hammer and pushed the fun a little more firmly against Dimentio’s head. “Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you, then. Answers are usually all you’re good for.”

Dimentio let out a nervous chuckle, and he held up his hands to either side of his head in a peaceful sort of gesture. “L, I must request that - at least this once - you think before you act. We are dead, are we not? Would you even be able to kill me?”

“I can fuckin’ try,” he snarled.

“Fair enough,” Dimentio laughed. “And where would I go? Hell has been upended like an overturned fruit basket. Which is, I assume, how you ahve made your grand escape? Just the same as myself, and all the rest of these frantic, wayward souls.”

L frowned, and narrowed his eyes.

Dimentio glanced over him again, and his smile faltered a bit. “Ah... then, how, exactly, are you here? Surely you did not... survive our last encounter?”

“I’m not playing twenty questions with you!” L shouted.

“Ah, then, this is a regular, non-game variety of interrogation. Forgive my mistake - you have been so lenient with me thus far.” Dimentio grinned mischievously, and he reached up slowly to place a finger against the side of the gun and tilt it away from his face. “Is this toy even loaded?” he teased.

L leaned back a bit and fired into the ground. He missed Dimentio’s head by a solid foot, but the magician still yelped in surprise and flinched dramatically away from it, one arm flung over his head. L grabbed his arm to pull it out of the way and pointed the gun back between Dimentio’s eyes. “Those shadow freaks pouring out of Jaydes’ castle are lookin’ for you. You wanna start talking now?”

Dimentio grimaced and tried to rub his shoulder against his ear to soothe the loud ringing leftover from the gunshot. “Someone might have heard -”

“Oh, is that a problem?” L snapped. “Don’t want them after you? Who are they? What do they want? Start. Talking.”

Dimentio glanced between L and the dense forest brush around them. “I implore you, L, might we have this conversation somewhere more private? Perhaps with less hostile mobs swarming about?”

There was a distinct noise of shouting crowds drawing steadily closer still clamoring in the distance. They weren’t the only souls who had used the gates breaking open to escape the afterlife, but it had let the angry creatures from the castle out too. It wasn’t possible to tell if the voices belonged to refugees or rioters until it would be far too late.

“I might have answers,” Dimentio offered - the smallest hint of desperation in his voice. “And I do emphasize might. But, you will never know if they find us here and separate us, will you?”

L growled a little in frustration, but his shoulders slumped like he already felt defeated. He turned to survey the woods again, visibly grasping for an alternate option. Then, with an exasperated sigh, he gave in. “Don’t move,” he snapped, setting the gun down briefly.

Dimentio eyed the weapon warily, just out of his reach with the way L was holding him down. L yanked the green scarf off his neck and started to secure Dimentio’s right wrist to his own left. Before he could get it tightened, Dimentio swung upwards hard and knocked both their hands into L’s head, then used their momentum to throw L sideways and roll him off.

L’s knee met his stomach hard, and he managed to roll Dimetnio over again without terribly much effort, and a fistful of his hair shoved him face-first back on the ground. Dimentio let out a pained shout when L’s knee drove into his back to hold him there. “What’d I say?” L snapped in his ear. “Are you done now?”

“Yes, quite finished,” Dimentio grunted out, wheezing as L’s weight forced the air out of his lungs. “YOu cannot fault me for trying.”

“I can fault you for a lot of shit,” L corrected him. He snatched Dimentio’s arm back up, ignoring the pained grunt he got for bending his shoulder that way. He fixed the scarf around both their wrists again and pulled the knot a little tighter than was probably necessary.

L got up first, collected his weapon, then kicked Dimentio’s side and yanked him up by the arm. “Get up,” he demanded.

Dimentio managed, with some struggling, to push himself up off the ground. L practically dragged him by the arm when they struck off into the woods, but kept Dimentio close to his side so he could keep the gun pointed directly at him. They kept up a quick pace in the opposite direction of the quickly approaching commotion, and two or three times they had to duck under a bush or behind some trees to avoid someone, but each time it turned out to be panicked citizens fleeing from the chaos spilling aboveground.

L watched a small gathering of locals scramble noisily past their hiding place - likely fleeing for safety elsewhere. “Are those things dangerous?” he hissed.

Dimentio followed his gaze with a raised brow. “I think they are beanish, are they not? No more troublesome than toads.”

He got a hard elbow in the ribs for that comment. “The shadow things,” L specified.

“Ah, those. Individually, I would hazard they are not. But there are a great many of them, and I am concerned who or what has brought them here,” Dimentio responded carefully. He glanced at L’s hand and offered, “That gun won’t do much with them.”

“What are they?” L pressed as he got back to his feet.

Dimentio raised an eyebrow. “You expect such vast and infinite knowledge of me.”

L yanked him up by the arm and caught him by bumping their shoulders together. “You know shit,” was all he responded. He listened for the vanishing runaways and their original pursuers, then picked a direction away from both to drag Dimentio along. “They knew you by name, so I assume you know them.”

“You cannot reasonably expect I know the name and face of every enemy I have made in five thousand years,” Dimentio laughed.

L shot him a pointed glare. “You didn’t seem thrilled about them catching up to you.”

Dimentio grinned. “So you think, therefore, I am familiar with them?”

“I think you’re scared,” L said.

Dimentio’s smile twitched. “I see.”

“Am I wrong?” L pressed.

“Not entirely,” Dimentio agreed.

“Okay, we’re not doing this cryptic riddle dance you like to do, “ L said, raising his voice a little. “So, how’s this? I’ll shut up, and you rehearse what you’re gonna say. When we find somewhere to lay low, we're gonna sit down, and you’re gonna talk.”

“And if I decline your generous offer to hold me hostage and interrogate me?” Dimentio teased.

L shrugged. “Then, I’ll drag you outside to the fuckers and hand you over. How’s that?”

Dimentio’s gaze flicked warily over L, then he took a deep sigh to steady himself somewhat. “Very well, I suppose. Both our options do seem rather limited. Do, at least, take your time selecting a hiding spot for us, then.”

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suddenly-n-octopus · 6 years

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