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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.

Hello everyone! This is another short chapter, but again it turned out how I wanted it to. Better, actually. (Christ, I have never used so many line breaks in my life.)

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"...Why do you smile like that?" Mr. L asked, turning to look at him critically.

"Like what?" he answered.

L shrugged. "Like that. Is something wrong?"

He laughed and said no. There was no need to tell him all the things the smile hid. But why had he asked if something was the matter?

"It's...kinda creepy, you know..." L said, rubbing the back of his head.

This was the first time they'd been alone in a room together, to Mr. L's knowledge. He was clearly nervous, especially when the other minions seemed to steer clear of the apparently psychotic jester. Now was the time to start planting the first seeds of loyalty and trust.

"Yes, I'm aware. People annoy me."

"Well, geez..."

"You, however, I find to be quite interesting. Where did you say you came from?"

"I-I don't really know... I woke up here, I guess. I've got a serious case of amnesia."

Yes, and a very forced one. "Oh, really? So you have no idea who you are?"

Mr. L blinked and looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "Yes. No?"

He put a hand on his shoulder; a friendly gesture. "Well, how about we stick together?"

L looked confused and pulled away. "What? Why?" He thought this guy didn't like people, and he didn't look like the sort who kept friends.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "The other minions don't like me, and I don't think they like you either."

"What makes you say that?"

"Insulting them right off the bat isn't a good way to make friends."

"Oh, right..." He still wasn't sure what had inspired his earlier confidence and cocky charisma. It hadn't felt quite right to say those things. "So... You're saying you wanna be friends or something."

L failed to notice the way he flinched slightly. "...Sure, why not."

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"Why must you always smile like that? Stop it!" Luigi pleaded, cast into a dark corner of the monstrosity's mind.

Dimentio turned to him, shaking. "Why...? Why?! Tell me what you know of suffering!"

"Please... Please stop! You don't need to do this!"

"Yes... Yes I do... There is nothing else for me..."

"Dimentio..."

He focused on the battle in front of him, reveling in his invincibility. Nothing could stop him now. He would have his own perfect world, or die trying. He started to laugh and couldn't stop.

Luigi cringed away, the insane sounds ringing in his ears. He could barely think. The plant whose roots had embedded themselves into his very brain compelled him to obey, to cease fighting. But he couldn't. That was his brother down there! His brother, whom he'd so unjustly been made to hate! He screamed, body collapsing into a seizure.