Maybe it's from the requests of a few authors, but I feel compelled to create a trilogy starting from the events of Demented, called the Cycle of Disorder; which is about Dimentio's hidden, hidden agenda during the events of Super Paper Mario. Aside from manipulating the movement of the Heroes of Light, he has strangely become a perfume vender, joined by Doopliss and Fawful. I don't know why, but I'll create two more stories to continue the individual stories of Doopliss and Fawful, what they where up to before giving their freedom to the coercing jester, whether the tasks include selling Dimentio's perfume or helping him overthrow Count Bleck and his organization.
As the title of this second story implies, this will star Doopliss the Duplighost because his catch word is "slick," that is what I think anyway. Unlike the first, which was Dimentio orchestrating the entire turn of events in a one-shot, this will be a two shot. And as for the final story coming later, it will be a three-shot about Fawful and his last dedication to his late mistress, Cackletta.
So now, please enjoy…
Geez, what a life I've lived, a white Duplighost thought, packing his last extra body sheet inside his second suitcase. The suitcase was nearing to burst out and undo all of his hard work packing, splattering all of his special articles of clothing around the room of the Creepy Steeple. As a co-actor to Madame Flurrie, or ex-co-actor now because of recent and new obligations, he had to make sure everything in the Steeple was the same as he first found it years ago, decrepit and haunted by Boos.
This Duplighost would not have much of a reason packing extra white sheets to make up his invisible form, but considering his new demented employer, he had to take extra safety precautions. He was threatened, yet sweet-talked into becoming a follower for his new master, Dimentio. The Charming Magician was strangely merciful, despite the threats of game over… by magic.
"Oh Doopliss! Are you packed and ready t start game anew yet?" that haunting, lighthearted voice sang. Doopliss shuddered; a large wet spot appeared around the stomach region, underneath his red bow tie.
"… And I just had this one washed too!" Doopliss grumbled, immediately discarding his current sheet and wearing a spare, not caring about the visitor appearing right behind him, bearing that playful, psychotic grin on that comedy mask face of his.
"And I arrive, like a bird of prey hunting its next meal!" Dimentio proclaimed. Doopliss turned around to face his new master, holding a miniature figure of the jester himself. "Come, Doopliss. We must make haste and sell out these bottles of precious Demented." Dimentio only received a blank glare from the white Duplighost; he casually examined the room, out of place in the gloomy, tedious dusk of the Twilight Town area.
"Give me a break, Dimentio," Doopliss said, irritated by his unannounced visit.
"That's Master Dimentio to you, incompetent ghoul," Dimentio interrupted, holding a finger up in glee. "You wouldn't want another accident now, would you?"
Doopliss scowled, blankly staring at the seemingly innocent jester with piercing red pupils from his crafted eyeholes. Dimentio's power was real, real enough to incinerate him into the Underwhere if he ever actually angered Dimentio.
"Sorry, Master Dimentio," Doopliss spat reluctantly. His pain was Dimentio's pleasure, after all, which was another reason he forced him to pledge his alliance to him. "I still got a life too, you know!"
"Ahem, had a life," Dimentio corrected again, "You are now in my power like a marionette operated by its old, wise puppet master."
"… Other than violating the privacy of my home by showing up and making me wet myself, you ought to find a hobby other than ending people's games, slick," Doopliss advised cautiously. "You're a clown, right? How's about juggling?" Dimentio raised a brow, pretending that he does have one.
"Ah, yes," Dimentio mused, placing a cold, black-gloved under the chin of his mask, "Juggling… with magic!"
He twirled his right index finger in the air, accompanied by the high-pitched ringing of his bells. A hollow hum announced the arrival of a magical energy blast that took the form of his five-pointed cap, purple spikes with a golden star flash at the center. Without warning, Dimentio pointed the magic bolt at Doopliss, who began shuffling his ted shoes in apprehension.
"W-Wait! Not with me!!" Doopliss retorted, attempting to flee.
"Can you pierce… this illusion?" Dimentio asked in a playfully twisted tone. He flung the magical bolt; it slowly descended upon the Duplighost.
"No-No-No-No-No-N-No!! Uwah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah!" Doopliss cried; his desperation caused him to fumble on his feet, unable to leave his spot as Dimentio's idea for amusement approached him as though time had slowed for the moment to be savored by the jester.
"Ciao!" Dimentio exclaimed, snapping the fingers on his right hand.
A square suddenly erupted in the space around Doopliss, announced by a strange hum. The square shrunk around Doopliss as quickly as it appeared, removing him from the spot he was. A psychic wave emanated from the disappearance of the square. The magical blast disassembled upon colliding with the empty wooden floor of Doopliss' room.
Over Doopliss' television, the Duplighost reappeared by the same square field that captured him. Dimentio's unique teleportation had caused him to fall upon the television, causing it to fall.
"That was a wild ride," Doopliss commented, dazed from being exposed to Dimentio's mode of traveling worlds. He stood back up, discovering a crack on the television screen. "Aah! What the Underwhere?! My only way to spend 'Me Time'! How could you, slick?!"
"Daytime, or nighttime television in this case, is the last of your list of growing worries, my friend," Dimentio said, floating nonchalantly in the air on his back. "You and the Beanish inventor, Fawful, must pick up the pace if my plans are to remain clandestine like a diary that doesn't belong to Mimi."
"Slick! I told you! I've got other last obligations to fulfill!" Doopliss shouted, placing his television near his comfy chair, exhaling softly. "I have to say good bye to Madame Flurrie, if that's fine by you, Master Dimentio."
He stared at a picture frame of the cast of characters of Flurrie's play, which was mainly a recollection of Mario's hunt for the Crystal Stars and defeat of the thousand-year old Shadow Queen. It featured mainly him and Madame Flurrie, the wind spirit, at the front. They were the main stars of the play due to Flurrie being the great actress that she always was and with Doopliss playing the majority of the characters, especially the role of the red-clad plumber himself. Behind them were guest stars in the forms of Mario's other partners from the adventure of the Thousand Year Door themselves. On the bottom right corner, a signature by the actress herself was written with much love.
Doopliss felt happy and satisfied being part of such a gig, becoming famous and well-respected in his own right. In his other hand, he held a perfume bottle of Dimentio's Demented. He tried it out himself; Dimentio was not lying. It truly was an enchanting fragrance that even Flurrie would enjoy as his last gift. To think, he worked with her long enough to fall for her charms before falling into Dimentio's grasp.
"She is quite a charmer, but is out of your league," Dimentio said, commenting on the picture frame. Doopliss recoiled, hiding the picture underneath his white sheet.
"Can't I get some bit of privacy before I leave with you?" Doopliss asked.
"You want to give your regards to this Madame Flurrie, don't you?" Dimentio surmised, hovering around the room casually. "As the big-time villain, I must grant you your last wish before pledging your eternal servitude to me. Go to her, Doopliss, and free yourself upon her like an unstable shut-in conversing with a psychiatrist."
"Thanks, slick," Doopliss said, making way to the hole on the ground that led to the main floor and exit of the Steeple. "Take my bags for me. I don't know when I'll come back."
"I'll find you… with magic," Dimentio said, waving his hands for emphasis. Doopliss grimaced.
"Aside from your strange similes, I'll have to get used to that," Doopliss mumbled.
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Ciao!