| ON HAITUS | Translation (Luigi x Reader)

This Sort of Purple Is Nasty..

~~{Any art I use isn't mine unless I mention otherwise}~~

What both (Y/N) and the younger of the two world famous brothers see is the rotten, bruise purple landscape, water and sky sharing a same shade on that side of the horizon. Luigi was instantly tense, clearly worrying about what has happened and if this means new unnamed horrors for their group while our hero inspired teacher, equally concerned and actually a bit frightened began to think that getting into this was a bit of a bad idea.

"Yeaaaaah.. this is bad." Said the red plumber, scowling as he trudged to where the purple met the fresh, live green.. "But OBVIOUSLY a work of Kamek. Honestly after all these years them koopas would try something a little different."

(Y/N) blinked as (he/she) followed Mario, "You mean that.. What? I thought you said this was.."

"Well it is. But purple is like Kamek's calling card, or just evil in general. Really basic stuff really." From Mario's almost bored tone it's like he's been through this a hundred times. In a way he has. "So, the way this is going to go probably is that I just beat the life out of Kamek, then this all goes away. Most likely he's with Bowser-"

"Wait just a minute there, big red!" (Y/N) interjected. "We came to help! You aren't doing this alone!"

Mario looks between you, and a very nervous Luigi as he scratched his belly. He just snorts with an ever growing, extremely knowing smirk. However, on the inside he was really concerned. This  was his mission, not theirs. "Uh huh, sure."

"It's true!"

"Right.."

"Luigi, tell him."

Luigi only gave some sort of soft whimper along with some scared muttering in the brothers' mother tongue. This only intensified Mario's reluctance and internal paranoia. "Sure. I bet either of you couldn't handle five minutes let alone seven miles into this trek."

(Y/N) only met this with defiance. "Wanna bet? If we make it past five miles into this purple mess, we come along the rest of the way."

"If not?"

"We go home."

A hum of thought as the elder brother looks at Luigi with a questioning look. Said younger brother, through his fear, says this. "We want to help." As much as he fears.. well, most things, the most terrifying thing in the world is the day that Mario goes on one of his missions and never  cones home. Luigi needs Mario, even if when it seems Mario doesn't need Luigi nearly as much.

And what is Mario to do but meet this bet? So, with a tilt of his head and a mischievous glint in his eye, he agrees to this bet.

"Besides," (Y/N) starts with the same glint, "the way there can't be that dangerous."

"Well, since you two are coming along," Mario takes out a large, black mallet and tosses it into (Y/N)'s hands like it was nothing. When the teacher caught it, (he/she) toppled backwards due to its weight. "you might need this."

"What?! You can't be serious! It can't be that dangerous for this heavy thing if you do something lime this every week."

"Oh trust me." Mario adjusts his cap, "It is."