Out of Place

I Understand That Stains are Difficult to Remove

(TW)

"Your name?!" Luigi questioned, less afraid and more generally confused. 

Wait, was this, or was this not Dimentio? He didn't look the part, though his strange personality seemed to fit the role.

Maybe Luigi was dreaming. This didn't seem like a very real scenario to him, to be honest. How often does a random young adult show up and just so happen to have the same voice and name as Dimentio, the person who scarred and traumatized him for life?

"Yes. My name. How did you know it? H-have we met before?" Dimentio(?) asked, sounding confused and lost as well. Luigi was glad he wasn't the only one unsure of what was going on.

"I'm honestly not sure..." Luigi trailed off. "I... who are you?"

"Dimentio!" The boy chimed, standing up and holding his hand out with a goofy smile that did not resemble Dimentio's wicked and sinister grin in the slightest. "Remember the name well!"

He even sounded exactly the same. Just ever so slightly younger and WAY more upbeat. Different eyes, different smile, but same voice and name. How odd.

"Uh, Charming..." Luigi muttered, carefully shaking his hand. He wasn't exactly afraid, but still, he felt the need to be cautious and alert. "D-Do you have amnesia or something? What happened to your eye?"

"My eye?!" Dimentio asked, furrowing his eyebrows, thrown off by the randomness of the question. What was wrong with his eye? Did it look funny? "W-What's wrong with my eye? I mean... It was itchy the other day, but I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I-I don't have pink eye, do I?! BACK UP! PINK EYE IS HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS, AND I DON'T WANT TO INFECT-"

"No, no. You don't have pink eye," Luigi lightly laughed, no longer feeling afraid. Dimentio's reaction right there pretty much told the man in green that he no longer needed to be afraid, allowing him to be put at ease. Which was good, because it was easier to think and problem solve when his mind wasn't racing in fear. "Umm... can you explain to me where you came from...?"

"Oh! Well, I used that knife to teleport here!" Dimentio happily chimed. "I'm... not very good at magic... So the knife helps me actually bring forth and use my powers! I had to use the magic in my blood to get here."

"Oh... OH! That's YOUR blood?!" Luigi asked, his eyes widening with realization. He then let out a sigh of relief. Not that he was happy about this kid having to use his own blood to get here, but he couldn't help but be grateful that he wasn't in the presence of a murderer. "Oh thank Grambi. I was worried you killed someone or something."

"Killed someone?!" Dimentio exclaimed, taken aback. It was as if he found the claim completely and utterly extreme. "That was the first conclusion you jumped to?"

"Well... you had a bloody knife..." Luigi pointed out. 

Dimentio paused, looking down at the knife. He then smiled and shook his head, immediately putting Luigi at ease. "Oh, no, no. I would never do anything of the sort. I'm not a particularly violent person!" 

Luigi carefully nodded, trying to put together what was going on in his mind. So here was this person, who claimed his name was Dimentio and who sounded EXACTLY like Dimentio... but he wasn't Dimentio. At least not the one he knew. He couldn't be. The eyes, smile, and personality simply didn't match. Dimentio may have been a good actor, but there was something genuine and real about this kid. Luigi could tell he wasn't lying or acting.

"Well... what did you say you were doing?" Luigi questioned much less afraid and more curious.

"Trying to go home!" Dimentio chimed happily, getting right to the topic. "Do you know anyone by the name of Oitnemid? That's my little brother! I've been trying to find him for years. He's got pale skin and white hair. He has electricity powers too. And he's about yae big," Dimentio stated, holding his hand out to gesture to how tall his brother was the last time he had seen him, even though realistically with all the years that had passed, it was unlikely that his brother would still be that height.