BrainWashed Chapter 4
Chapter 4:- Why do you always say hey...
"Hmm..." Mario mumbled as he stood looking around Where would Bowser's castle be? He kept questioning himself over and over as he searched the horizon "I don't see anything in that direction... So it must be this way." Mario turned and stared; the cloud's were a mixture of red, grey and purple, they swirled around the very tip's of the dead tree branches in an eerie silence, a blanket of mist clinged on to the rough surface of the ground and all you could you could hear was the sound of you're own heartbeat. Chill's ran down Mario's spine as he entered the dark forest with caution, step by step the feeling of evil became greater and stronger "M-Mama Mia it's cold!" Mario shivered as he cupped his hand's together and rubbed them to try and stop the cold from making them numb I guess this is the way... Mario looked around for any sign of a castle or life itself but nothing caught his eye, the only thing you could s
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The harsh words work their way into my dreamless sleep. I open my eyes immediately, sitting up as well as I can. I am tired, so tired...but no time for rest now. I know better than to stay in my slumber. I know I have to obey him. Obey him and keep him happy.
Obey him and be a good little boy for him.
"Such a good boy you are~," he purrs affectionately as he wraps his possessive arm around me. His hand closes around my waist, as if I would run away.
No, I can't run away. I would never do that.
He leans in and gives me a quick kiss on my forehead. "I love you, you know that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
I nod. I am not allowed to speak until given permission to do so. That's one of his rules that I have to follow. If I don't follow, then he believes I am a bad boy and he punishes me. I don't want punishment, it hurts very bad and I can't take it. Better to do whatever he says, so he keeps thinking I'm a good boy.
-Old- Mario Brothers Forever ch. 1-13Chapter One:
"C'mon, Mario!" Luigi yelled across the cold, dark room. Walls made of stone towered over him while the polished floors lay beneath him. The room was badly lit and flooded with darkness, aside from an occasional flame. Luigi was being held down by an odd, colorful jester whose robe and hat were alternating patterns of purple and yellow. The tips of the jester's hat, yellow squares, got in Luigi's face and annoyed him to a great extent.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Mario hollered back to his brother. He had his own situation going on, avoiding blasts of fire from several of the jester's minions. He gripped his crimson red cap as he jumped over the flaming hurdles. The heels of his leather shoes were scorched from just barely making the landings.
The masked jester laughed maniacally. He and Luigi had been struggling for a great deal of time, the jester slowly advancing. He was able to grab hold of the plumber and lift him up by the neck of his green sweater. Luigi, h