"What do you mean?"
Luigi said softly.
Mayday was quick to respond in that tone, that tone that reminded him of a court jester who lost his mind.
"Well, I can see a canister over there! Looking at it, I know what's inside! Just go get that, if you would!"
Luigi winced, but still, he walked toward the square, plastic canister. A little rubber nozzle was at one side. Now he knew what was going on.
"Perfect!"
Luigi blinked, picked it up as if on autopilot, but for just that instant, he felt nothing at all.
"Now what I need from you is to spray the stuff all 'round! Just in this room, maybe a little outside. Don't overdo it though! I don't want you to get hurt!"
Luigi tilted his head a little. It didn't occur to him that Mayday would care that much. He shook it off, though, and let the liquid inside spill onto the ground, walls, pretty much anywhere he could. Judging by the godawful stench alone, it was most likely gasoline. Once he was done with that, he was gagging on the fumes.
"Don't worry, we're nearly done! While you were going around, I noticed a matchbox! Take it, get a bit out of the way from all the gas, light one, throw it in, then run. Don't even think about it! Just run!"
Luigi was startled, but he took the matches, rushing out into the hall. He turned around, losing feeling in his mind and body as he took the match, and in one swipe, he set it aflame.
He snapped back into it, realised he was grinning. Why was he grinned? He heard a child crying. His mother must have died from her wounds.
He blinked back tears and threw the match, which caused the basement to explode into a roaring ball of fire, and it was spreading fast. He gulped, and broke into a run, moving faster than he anticipated, causing him to nearly fall, but he stayed up, knowing he'd die if he hit the floor.
He body slammed the door, and it came off its hinges. He breathed heavily, looking up. Oleander was still there. He smiled at him as the house continued to burn.
"Well, well, well. It looks like you went above and beyond with your task."
The doctor said, walking in a semicircular arc around him, stopping just in front of the doorframe.
He began talking, but Luigi wasn't listening.
"Don't let him get to you!" Mayday said rather loudly, "He just wants to get you down, to put you back in the lab until he needs something from you again."
Luigi gasps quietly, stunned.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Mayday exploded into laughter, and called,
"BON BON, GO GET HIM!"
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Experimental - A Tale Of Mutilation
FanfictionHe has what he wants, and intends to sew together a being unlike any other, and he'll use even the most horrific methods he knows to achieve his goal. Yes, this is another fic that's essentially just me putting Luigi through hell shhhh- [TW: GORE, M...