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Things couldn't be better for the green-clad ghost fighter. His first two encounters with the paranormal have built him up into a stronger person. He has frie...
[Content Warning: King Boo is a creep. Need I say more?]
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Hysterical screaming echoed throughout the hotel hallway.
If you were confronted with a malevolent being who wanted nothing more than to see you dead or worse—a being who was your own personal nightmare—a being who was supposed to be languishing in an underground vault—then you'd probably be hysterical, too.
King Boo's eyes shone with devilish delight, and he cackled as Luigi screamed. Surely, the Fates favored him this time around. His old buddy was currently unarmed, screaming his lungs out—and shirtless. And the Master of Illusions had no problem with that.
And Luigi—he couldn't move. He couldn't—run. He was rooted in his spot, staring hugely at the leering King. Ohgodohdeargodthisisnthappening!
"Oh, it's happening, all right!" laughed King Boo. "This is definitely happening!"
Luigi's breath came in fast, high-pitched bursts. "But—you—how...?"
"Why, it's nice to see you again, too, Luigi," smirked King Boo. "I've thought about you—every day—over the last six years. I take it you've thought about me, as well?"
"Oh, J—s—oh, sweet J—s..."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. I must say, Luigi—I'm touched." King Boo licked his lips as he looked his nemesis over. "These last six years have been kind to you, I see. You've taken very good care of your body. I guess I should thank you for that." He closed his eyes and slowly licked Luigi's bare torso, eliciting a choked sob from the poor fellow as his eyes squeezed shut. "But the appreciation will have to wait. We've got things to talk about."
"Wh—what things?" Luigi managed to splutter.
"Have I mentioned that you're so cute when you try to play innocent?" hissed King Boo. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. That f—ing geezer had me locked up tight in his lab—but guess what? I got out! Ms. G was just dying to meet me, so she helped me escape. And not only does she own this hotel, she's also the president of the only King Boo fan club in existence! Pretty lucky, huh?"
My God. King Boo has a fan club?!
"I used my smarts and her wiles to implement my master plan. It was high-risk, but now, my finest hour is here. It will always be. I am—inevitable."
"That's the truth of it!" Hellen chimed in.
"Anyway," King Boo went on, circling his unnerved nemesis. "I didn't think you'd actually show up here. I was ready, though, just in case. In fact, my vengeance is nearly complete!"
