•The Fear Of Courage• (Luigi X Reader)

•Packing Packing Packing•

Your P.O.V:

I woke up at the same time, the sun glistening on my face from the same window from the same house as I lay in the same position on the same bed.

My alarm screeched at my face at the same time in the same place on my desk.

I grabbed my phone to shut off the stupid alarm and sat up. I looked around in my austere room and groaned. Every day felt the same. There wasn't any surprise or unknown to feel anymore. That is, until today.

Today I was invited to join the Mario brothers in a hotel vacation hangout with friends and family. Honestly it sounds boring but apparently it was high class and I'm searching for another job other than working at the animal shelter. I obviously can't afford much, and of course that's okay with me. I prefer a humble simple life but more money would be nice.

I really couldn't think of what to pack or how long the intent of staying there was gonna be.
Without the information I needed, I packed an extra outfit along with a set of pajamas, a book, an old IPodNano with my dollar store earbuds.

I also packed some bathroom essentials along with my trusty sketchbook cause you never know sometimes.

I warmed up a hot pocket for breakfast in the old microwave and ate it in silence which got me thinking,

Why did the family invite me anyway?  I only helped Mario save Peach like, once, out of the millions of other times. And I never even got to meet his brother, Luigi.

I suppose it's because I'm a human unlike the thousands of other creatures who share the Mushroom Kingdom with me.

I moved here like two years ago and of course they were welcoming, but sometimes it feels hard to fit in. I volunteer for tons of things around here so I won't get bored out of my skull, and also because I like to help towards a good cause.

I wonder if it's so I can meet Luigi? I mean how bad can a guy be, since he's so famous around here it can't be that bad.

Although I'm pretty sure he's with Daisy so I can't say much.

I throw away the box and the cardboard handle of my hot pocket and grab my backpack that carries everything. It's a F/C backpack but the color is being replaced with dirt and patches.

I go to the bathroom and get ready.

I come out in a F/C sweater and some jean overalls. They were losing their color a bit and had a few rips but hey, when I'm devoted to something, I'm devoted till I die, or can't use it anymore. 

I brushed out my long (AN:sorry I made it long it will come in handy later) H/C hair and left it like that. It was wavy but there was nothing I could do about it.

I got a text from the Jumpman himself so I went to my room and unlocked the phone, it read,

"Sorry we're a little late, on our way!"

I replied with,

"Oh it's okay, no need to rush!"

Shoot, my charger. I stuffed my charger in my backpack and went for my shoes.

The laces lost their aglets and the shoes had a rip or two but once again, they're comfortable and I'm a devoted girl.

I brought a key to my house and locked all the doors, not like there's anything important in there anyway.

I waited on the porch and they arrived in a big city RV that really wasn't necessary. We could all fit inside a family car but I am certainly not complaining.