MONSTER!! - A Tale Of Darkness

Sewn Up

Closing a seam, Luigi sets a needle aside and looks at the product of his creation. A plush toy in the image of Princess Peach. He looked around at the small number of other plushies he had made in that time, ones that resembled Mario, Daisy, Bowser, even Rosalina, but he had to fight the urge to tear it to shreds out of sheer grief stemming from his actions. Luigi sighed and tossed the plush in his hand aside. He began to tire, so he looked for an empty shelf to put them upon, and, not finding any, Luigi decided to leave them on the floor. As he turned to leave, Luigi heard whispers, each with a voice just like that of the people he created plush forms of, albeit distorted just enough to be noticed.
Luigi broke into a cold sweat. He turned to face them, breathing heavily with fear.
>What is going on?!
The whispers got louder. He's dealt with hearing a voice, but this felt like an entirely different ballpark. The whispers called him a monster, they did anything they could to make him feel less of a person. He had felt this way before, but their words still cut him. Luigi felt a tear welling up, and he backed up quickly, staring at the plushies wide-eyed. He put one hand on the doorknob and he escaped hastily, and he could have sworn that the Bowser plush moved as he ran. He shut the door, breathing heavily.
-"Now, now, what happened here? I didn't catch anything going on, did you?"-
Luigi heard the voice and its words, and his gut twisted like a thousand worms.  Did the voice really mean that, or was it just trying to mess with him, to make him more afraid? Luigi forced himself to calm down, but he still felt terrified. Maybe he could try that again, when he's in a better state if mind, perhaps. Until then, though, Luigi will have to find another way to keep himself in one piece, or at least try to. He sighed, not knowing what to do. He nervously walked to the living room, pacing rapidly. He didn't know what to do, and his best attempt to cope had become foul.
-"...Perhaps if you get rid if the body, you'll feel a bit better. I know how you feel, knowing that it's still there."- Luigi blinked. The voice was right. He always managed to feel worse about Rosalina's death when he remembered what's left of her was still in his house, locked away. He knew what he had to do. He had to get rid of the body.