Chapter One: Noeone's Ever Really Gone

Darkness and Fear consumed Mr. L in the ensuing explosion sparked by Mario, Bowser, and Peach. His soul was twisted into a black vortex of nothingness as he desperately clinged to the mortal realm. Binding himself to the nearest living thing: Luigi.

It has been two weeks since the events to stop the chaos heart. The heroes of the prophecy now have the worrying task on finding their way back home to the Mushroom Kingdom. Of course Merlin believes he can find the way to send them back by consulting the Light Prognostics.

The issue of going home didn't worry Luigi's mind, now one thinks of it, nothing does. It seems that the journey affected Luigi far more then the rest of the gang. Unknown to Mario he had began resenting his brother, resorting to hate even.

Something had happened to him after the battle in Bleck's castle. His mind was fuzzy on the events, but Mario and the gang filled in the blanks for him when they returned to Flipside. Even about Mr. L.

Luigi would never forget about his alter-ego, he still has no idea what he did or could've done as Mr. L. it puts a shiver down his spine just thinking if it. The worst part, despite his possible heinous misdeeds, was the fact Mario didn't recognize that it was him under the blindfold. It was inconceivable to him that his own brother, the brother that has never left his side for over 20 years, couldn't recognize that he was Mr. L. Of course there were the little differences like the black eyefold, opposite L hat, and Black costume. Mario, for some unbelievable reason couldn't even recognize his voice.

When Luigi awoke in the morning he saw Mario lazily eating breakfast. Just as Mario attempted to speak, Luigi said, "I'll be back in an hour." Sweeping outside into the streets of Flipside.

The streets of Flipside in the early morning, unlike home, was blindingly bright day and night. There was children rushing through the streets joyfully, smiling and joyful people going about their day.

Luigi felt like going down to a restaurant but quickly rejected the idea as Mario was in charge of the funds and he didn't feel like being near him until he was calmed down. His mind was convoluted with stressful thoughts and feelings.

It was a dull morning as usual. Of course he received the occasional thanks and compliments. However, it wouldn't satiate his ever growing hunger for appreciation. It was the same scenario in the Mushroom Kingdom after he and Mario saved Princess Peach. Mario was always given credit for his deeds while Luigi was pushed into the shadows. He felt jealousy, but Mario's popularity bothered him more and more after each adventure they shared. Each time it was Mario who received statues and monuments in his name.

Luigi knew he was getting more hateful and Depressed by every passing day. He didn't care or want to confront that fact. Mario once noticing his brothers change of mood, always tries to cheer him up. Getting him shroom shakes and other immaterial items for him whenever he came home from town. Luigi knew he had been lieing to himself when he thought that fame didn't matter to him. He knew that deep down inside he yearned and begged for the love and attention his brother got. In both the Mushroom Kingdom and the dimension between dimensions Mario was loved by all.

He just wanted his deeds to be acknowledged not just by mere passerby's. It was his turn to go on interviews, have monuments and statues, and have fan-clubs made in his honor.

I never thought I would hate Mario like this.Luigi thought strolling to the town square. He spotted Peach and Bowser coming out of Merlin's home. It still shocks him to see them so friendly. He decided to head off to the third floor and relax before they spotted him. He began walking but stopped as he was hit with an egregious ear-splitting headache.

His head wrenched and screeched in pain, Luigi clutched his head in agony. His hands falling to the stone cold floor. His chest-heaved, he heard people screaming for a doctor. Am I having a heart-attack? A migraine?

He felt someone touch his shoulder. Is it Peach? It doesn't matter. he couldn't think properly as he slowly passed out from pain and exhaustion. Darkness overtook him, and he fell into a relaxing sleep.

Am I dead? Mr. L wondered what death was like, especially during his first failure when battling Mario. Somehow he just couldn't stop him and that green thing from destroying Brobot.

Speaking of green things, what was he? A green speck floating in the blackness. If this is what death is, he wanted no further part in it. He felt that he had been endlessly wandering this cold lifeless place for years, even though in reality it has only been over a week. He wondered how long it would take for him to go mad. All he wanted was anyone, someone to talk to.

"Oh Mr. L do you break so easily?" A voice said into the darkness.

In a Shakey nervous yet congident voice Mr. L said, or really thought. "Dimentio."

To Be Continued