Within

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Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, mentions of rape, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.

This chapter was a hard one to write, and you can probably tell why. It's kind of short, but I don't think I need to add anything on to it. Amazing, I managed to get it to do exactly what I wanted it to, which was difficult considering.

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11

It all felt like some kind of sick and twisted dream. That's all it had ever been.

"Thanks, bro..." Luigi murmured under his breath as the red-clad plumber departed with a backwards glance. He faced the jester before him, trying to keep the fire in his eyes.

"Ah ha ha ha. How tender. I just squeezed out a tear. Yes... Mario can run along. And if he somehow manages to defeat Count Bleck on his own... all the better! And so I strike, like an unseen dodgeball in an echoing gymnasium!" Dimentio monologued dramatically.

Luigi tensed, ready to fight, but as soon as Mario was gone, the jester straightened. His demeanor changed to a less threatening one in an instant.

Alone.

Gone.

Don't go.

Please.

After a moment, Luigi straightened as well. He couldn't keep a glare off his face, feeling again the all-too-fresh pain of what Dimentio had done to him.

Dimentio noticed. He saw it. "I had to..." he said quietly.

Luigi just shook his head, fists tightening.

"It's your fault, you know...man in green..."

"Yeah? How so?!" he snapped.

How long had he been lying there?

"Your fault... It's your fault. I was never made to feel!" the jester hissed disdainfully. "But you... You really do something to me."

"Stop it!"

"And perhaps maybe I do something to you..." He looked thoughtful for a moment, before a brief flicker of pain returned his expression to neutrality.

It hurts.

I'm sorry.

Luigi leapt at him, intent on making him feel everything he'd been feeling since he'd woken up in the Underwhere, alone. Dimentio easily caught his fist and threw him back onto the floor, wagging a finger at him. "Ah ah ah... I don't wish to fight you."

"Too bad." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the jester hovering menacingly above him.

Was he still breathing?

"It doesn't have to be this way..." Dimentio said sadly. "I really do like you." He carefully offered him a hand up. "I can ensure your safety... Come with me, Mr. L... No...Luigi. Come with me... Please."

Too late. It was too late.

Gone.

Luigi stared at him. Very briefly, the gray and yellow eyes flickered blue, so quickly that he wasn't sure he had truly seen it. He stared at the hand. For a moment, he was honestly tempted. Some days, he dreamed that he could just leave all his misery behind, and start anew. And here was someone offering that very thing.