"Can You Keep a Secret?" {Yandere!Dimigi ONE-SHOT}

"Can You Keep a Secret?"

TW: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SELF-HARM, & GORE!!!

I will have the specific parts with gore labeled with a "TW" before and after it, so you may skip those bits if it makes you uncomfortable. 😁

There is fluff in this, so it's not ALL bad.

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AN: The picture above is mine! ^w^ (Although I did use a drawing base from Google)

There are attempts to describe the disorder "dementia" at times, so if I mess that up pls don't yell at me. Also, keep in mind that dementia includes severe memory loss, so... -U-"

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Luigi smiled as the warm sun rose over the horizon and shone through the bedroom window, splashing his face with light to help him wake up and greet the day. He let out a soft yawn as he began to awaken, stretching his arms as he tossed the blanket off to the side of his bed. The man in green hummed cheerfully as he kicked his legs over the bed, standing up with an even bigger stretch towards the ceiling.

His eyes squinted open to the sun peeking over his windowsill, giving his blue eyes a nice sparkle in them. Luigi set to work putting on his clothes for the day, slipping out of his pajamas as he pondered what today had in store for him, trying to recall any plans. The man in green pursed his lip in thought for a moment before remembering.

"Mario was heading out on an adventure today!" Luigi quietly cheered, snapping his finger in realization.

Luigi recalled the other day, just before he and Mario went to bed when a Toadstool delivery person arrived at the house, giving Mario an urgent letter from out of the kingdom requesting his help.

The man in green hadn't gone on an adventure with his brother for almost two years now. Ever since the Ultimate Show, Mario didn't want Luigi to come along with him on anything remotely dangerous - he didn't even let Luigi help out E.Gadd with ghosts anymore!

Was Mario scared of Luigi getting hurt? Or worse, was he perhaps scared of Luigi hurting others? After Mario saw his brother's dark side, he just couldn't get it out of his head. Mr.L had almost killed him, he almost killed Mr.L, and Mario didn't even recognize that he was his own flesh and blood at the time.

"That's in the past now," Luigi sighed under his breath, thinking aloud as he stepped towards the door out of his room. "It's been a while since then, maybe this is my shot!"

Luigi nodded to himself with a wide smile as he gripped the doorknob, walking out into the hall with a cheery attitude.

"I have a good feeling about this!" Luigi thought to himself.

The man in green walked down the hall toward the living room only to see Mario practically rushing to get out of the door. Luigi arched an eyebrow as he watched Mario zoom from the kitchen to grab a piece of toast and stuff it in his mouth, to the closet to grab his hat and boots, and then back to the living room as he hopped on one foot to slip his shoe on.

"What's the sudden rush, bro? I thought that you weren't leaving until noon?" Luigi asked, leaning with his hand on the wall.

Mario huffed as he got his second boot on, straightening his cap when he did.

"Well, a second letter came earlier today saying that it's now URGENT," Mario said. "So, now I'm technically running LATE."

Luigi could tell by his brother's body language that this stressed him out. Being woken up early AND finding out that you weren't doing your job well tended to make one on the irritable side.