He wasn't even aware he fell asleep until he woke up again, feeling as if the weight pushing him down had become so heavy that it was beginning to crush his bones. He could barely even see now, barely even open his eyes.
Where am I?! He wanted to ask. What time is it?! However, he couldn't find the strength to form the words.
The ground was soft beneath him, but it wasn't grass. It was squishy and it felt familiar.
Home.... home! He was home! But how-
Oh no... Luigi must have taken him back.
No, no, NO! He couldn't be there! He couldn't die there. Luigi would find him!
Dimentio used every ounce of energy left in his body, forcing his eyes open so he could look at the small clock which was located on his nightstand. 11:30. Thirty minutes.
"No," He squeaked, his voice hardly even audible.
He wasn't worried about the mass amount of pain he was in. He wasn't worried about the fact that he was dying. He wasn't worried about saying goodbye to this world. None of that mattered anymore.
He was worried about Luigi.
He was dying and he was worried about Luigi.
He had to get out of there.
Not even bothering to be careful, he quickly got up out of bed, trying to bolt for the door. He was able to get it open and take about two steps out into the hallway before collapsing from being so incredibly weak. He was worried the impact would kill him then and there, but thankfully it didn't.
He prayed that the sound of him falling wouldn't wake anyone. To him, it sounded so loud that it could shatter anyone's eardrums, but he hoped that was only because of his condition.
Thankfully, all was silent, meaning that no one heard, which meant Dimentio still had time to escape. He took a sharp breath in, then raised his chin, trying to find the strength to get up, when he saw a familiar ghost sitting in front of him.
Polterpup sat right in front of his face, however, it didn't look happy like it always did. There was almost a flash of worry in the dog's eyes.
"Shhh...." Dimentio hushed softly, hoping that the dog wouldn't bark and alert its owner.
The dog almost looked at him with pity, which was not all that helpful. It waited for a moment in pure silence, then let out a high-pitched yip, despite Dimentio's request.
If he thought the thud was loud, it was nothing compared to the sound of Polterpup's alarmed and distressed barking. Dimentio had to curl up into a small ball on the floor and cover his ears, only praying that the loud barking would stop. He never thought that even sound waves could hurt so bad. It was unbearably painful.
The dog continued barking for another minute, trying to alert its owner that there was something very wrong. It then finally shut up, curling up by Dimentio and softly whimpering. Dimentio could even feel it shiver, which was odd since it was a ghost.
He couldn't be too mad at it for ratting him out now. He wasn't pleased, of course, but it stayed silent for a long time before this, so he was thankful.
He knew the game was up. He was too weak to get up and go. He couldn't find the strength to move at all.
He was going to die, and Luigi was going to find him.
He couldn't help but be grateful for the silence Polterpup kept on this for these three months. He knew that if Luigi knew sooner, he would have wasted so much time being worried and upset. Dimentio was grateful for every moment that they filled just being happy.
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Three Months
Fanfiction"You can build me up, you can tear me down You can try but I'm unbreakable You can do your best, but I'll stand the test You'll find that I'm unshakeable When the fire's burnt When the wind has blown When the water's dried, you'll still find stone M...
