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Snapshot #1 (Yellow, Purple, Red, Green Short Stories Series)

Small moments collected together to share more of their story.

(Short stories involving all the characters that are just here to add more to the series.)

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Waluigi & Wario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: Short stories involving more day to day lives, trying not to make anything to serious, if you have ideas you can message me!

1. The Sleepover (Anonymous)

Mario choked on his breath as he was ripped from his dreams. The dark images he’d just seen still dancing around in his head. His throat felt swollen, the scream stuck in there as fear held a tight grip around his heart. He felt like he was going to throw up.

Mind clearing up, Mario’s wide eyes darted around the darkened ceiling. Slowly releasing the death grip he had on his sheets. Trying to steady his breathing as he sat up. Still trying to peer into the darkness, swearing there was something hiding there.

But it was quiet.

Which somehow made everything so much worse.

Because his mind filled the void with shimmering, shifting forms moving through the darkness. A chilling laugh that echoed through his head.

He was up before he could really think about what he was doing or where he was supposed to be going. Feet moving toward the bedroom door, which was opened forcefully the next moment. Mario wincing as it bounced off the wall. The bang sounded louder in the quiet night.

The next sound came from Luigi’s room. A familiar yelp of surprise sprung Mario further into action. Only taking a few more steps until he was entering into his brother’s room.

The younger twin was rubbing sleep from his eyes quickly. Clearly trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. Bleary eyes eventually landed on Mario, who was frozen in the doorway.

“Mario? …Bro, what’s wro-” Luigi flinched when his brother suddenly stalked forward. Letting out a muffled ‘Oomph!’ as Mario collided into him. Arms wrapped tight around him. “B-Bro? What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“Bad dream.” Mario mumbled back weakly.

“...Do you want to talk about it?” Luigi frowned softly, feeling his brother shake his head, “Okay…do you want to stay?”

“Please.”

“Okay…”

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there, on the edge of his bed. Mario desperately clinging to Luigi, who could only raise his own arms up to wrap about his brother. But he eventually felt Mario slowly fall limp. Breathing evening out.

Luigi let out a slow sigh as he moved them around. Both laying down as comfortably as he could get them. Feeling far more awake than before. Unable to fall back asleep for the rest of the night, listening to Mario’s breathing.

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Wario grumbled hearing the kitchen phone ringing, pulling him from his rather deep sleep. He knew it wasn’t a client, he’d caught up with all of his side jobs. It couldn’t be something with Waluigi. His brother would at least have the decency to tell him if something was going to be happening. And the idiot was still in his bed…at least he should be. Wario’s ears twitched hearing the familiar snoring when the phone wasn’t ringing.

So that meant…

“Who’s possibly dying this time.” Wario grumbled out as he pressed the receiver to his ear.

“Mario’s lying to me again. I mean, kind of? But, he’s not talking to me at the moment and it’s freaking me out.”

Well, at least no one was dying. But hearing how close Luigi was to breaking down woke Wario up immediately. “Okay, take a deep breath. Explain to me what’s happening.”

“Mario’s not had a full night's sleep in a week! He just tells me he’s having nightmares but won’t say anything else! I try talking to him during the day. But he just pushed it off. I think…I think it’s about King Boo.”

Wario felt his insides turn to ice. He really shouldn’t be so surprised everyone was still negatively affected. He didn’t even feel that he was that deep into the situation. He didn’t see King Boo. But that name still made him freeze. Waluigi had even commented how pale he had looked the following days.

(Which, Waluigi had not been pleased with hearing about what had happened when he was back in New Donk City. Showing his worry by sooking Wario some of his favorite meals.)

“I don’t want to push because I don’t want to make everything worse. But I want to help. But I don’t think talking will help because I know what’s wrong and I don’t know what could be said to make this better. Wario, I’m panicking, I don’t know what to do!”

On his part, Wario moved away from the receiver to let out a heavy sigh.

It was way too early for this.

“Okay, Luigi… Luigi?”

“Mhm…”

Alright, Luigi sounded even closer to his breakdown.

“Hey, we’re going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay. What are you two doing today?”

“N-Nothing, I m-mean, we’re going to be home all day.”

“Okay, listen to me. You two…just relax this morning, alright? Don’t worry about this, don’t think about it, I’m already working on some kind of solution. Okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Luigi, take another deep breath, okay? Don’t worry, we’ll be over soon.”

“W-We? Over?”

“Go have your breakfast.”

Waluigi was rudely pulled from his sleep when his bedroom door was kicked open. Letting out a yelp as he fell off his bed. Tangled in the worn bed sheet. Once he’d freed his head from said sheet, wide eyes turned to glare at his brother, who was standing in the doorway. Hands on his hip with a wide smile on his face.

“Do you have a death wish.” Waluigi growled out.

“We’re not going to look to far into that comment,” Wario said, “Pack a bag! We’ve got a job to do!”

The twins were the next victims of getting their door kicked in. Both had been dozing on the couch, clearly exhausted. Not really taking anything in on the flashing television screen.

Only broken from their stupor when their front door was violently opened. Frantically scrambled to get back up, thinking Bowser had sent minions to take them down. Only to find Wario, beaming from the doorway, while Waluigi was behind carrying some heavy looking bags.

“Who… What are you two doing here?” Mario asked weakly, hands still up in defense.

“We’re having a sleepover! Whether you like it or not! Plus, we’ve never been to your house and you’ve seen ours at least twice now.”

Mario was clearly confused and only broke from it when Wario walked further in. “W-Wait, don’t we get a say in this?”

“Well sure. You get to decide where we’re going to order dinner from.”

“Wario-”

“Calm down Mini-Me.”

As the two fell into a familiar bickering, Luigi turned to Waluigi. Who had finally walked in to drop the bags onto the floor.

“This was his idea?”

Waluigi huffed, “I suppose so. Took me forever to stop him from saying this was a ‘Slumber Party’.”

“And you’re just…going along with this?” Luigi let out an annoyed grunt as his hair was ruffled.

“Is it still sinking into your brain that you’re stuck with us?”

Wario’s version of a sleepover consisted of a parade of different foods, drinks and forms of entertainment. With the beginning being numerous board games the older brothers had brought over. Then, when it was clear the twins weren’t able to properly focus, all moved to the surprisingly large couch. The television turned back on and turned into a channel that showed nothing but movies.

While Luigi was enjoying himself, he was also slightly confused. What was the point of it? Normally for this situation, there would be some kind of discussion. A breakdown of what was happening. All of this was somehow…worrying, but oddly comforting. Because it was nice to just relax. Leaning against Mario as they all watched the movies.

But Luigi was just waiting for something to happen

Was there something deeper behind this?

Weren’t they supposed to talk about this?

Mario woke with a quick start. Slightly disoriented as he knew this wasn’t his bedroom, but it was his house. Was he in the living room? Why was he there? Why was he so warm?

Something shifted on his chest, causing Mario to jerk once more in surprise. Only to relax when he realized it was just Luigi. The younger brother using him as a pillow, arms weakly wrapped around Mario.

The television was still on, the volume low. Offering the only light and steady noise for the room. Curtains were slightly pulled back, showing the darkened sky and the easily seen moon hanging high in it.

A loud snore sounding startled Mario. Turning back as best he could, finding Wario and Waluigi also resting on the couch. Waluigi’s head was tilted back, mouth agape, snoring loudly. Wario was sandwiched between everyone, seeming uncaring that he was squished, sleeping soundly as well.

Mario rubbed his eyes before lying back down against Wario, letting out a slow sigh. The feeling of the nightmare was still hanging around. But it didn't seem to be as heavy as it had been the previous nights. Somehow, even with how nervous he felt, Mario seemed to feel better immediately seeing everyone there.

The numb stupor he’d fallen into was broken when a heavy arm was wrapped around him. The area where Luigi wasn’t taking up. Mario was a little startled when he was basically hugged.

“You need to relax.” Wario grumbled softly.

“...I’m trying.”

“M’kay… How are you feeling?”

Mario shifted weakly as he settled closer. “...I don’t know. I know that I’m tired, that I keep having nightmares and why.”

“King Boo?” Wario didn’t miss the way Mario shivered.

“Yeah…”

“I think we’re all going to be recovering from this for a while.”

“I wasn’t even awake for it,” Mario weakly argued back.

“I didn’t even see the Boo, but I’m freaked out too. It’s okay to feel like this. I think your brain’s just scrambled from what happened to you. I figured waking up in a room with everyone already here would help.”

“...Was this entire thing an excuse to check on how bad I was doing?”

“More of Luigi didn’t know how to help and called me.”

“Lu…”

“Do you think you want to talk about it?”

“I mean…I don’t know. There’s really nothing much to tell. I don’t really remember anything about my dreams. Just bad feelings. Bad memories. Purple eyes…”

“Will you at least work out a plan with Luigi about this? We’re not going to be over here every night, we can’t.”

“...I just don’t want to put more on him. He had to face so much,” Mario let out a slow sigh, “It’s unfair.”

“You’re an idiot,” Waluigi’s groggy voice sounded from the other side of the couch, “Your brother can handle a lot more than you think. You’re still babying him.”

“Though, I suppose Luigi is the baby of the group.” Wario stated.

Mario tried to hold back his laughter so as to not wake Luigi, “He will not be happy if he hears that. What are you even doing awake Waluigi? You sounded dead asleep a few seconds ago.”

“Could be asking you two the same thing.”

“Nightmare.”

“I gathered.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“To annoy you.”

“Alright you two, enough. How about we try getting some more sleep.”

“Who died and made you the big brother?”

“No one. I’m just older than all of you, that simple.”

“So it’s a listen to your elders moment.”

“Waluigi, I will throttle you.”

Mario laughed softly as he listened to the interaction between the other brothers. Slowly moving Luigi up so Wario’s arm could wrap around the both of them easily. Mario tucked his brother’s head under his chin as he held Luigi closer.

The issue wasn’t resolved. Not even close.

But at least Mario could fall back asleep. Without fear gripping at him. Listening to Wario and Waluigi whisper argue at each other.

+_+_+_+_+_+

2. Royal Duties

While Peach loved her kingdom, loved her people, there were times when she wished she could just sleep for days on end. A full day of blissful unconsciousness. She was a princess though, she had her daily expectations.

That didn’t mean she didn’t let out a sigh of relief when the meeting was finally dismissed. Already waving her guards and Toadsworth away. Knowing her personal entourage was already waiting for her.

Peach wasn’t sure when it started happening. But in more recent months her days ended with one of the brother’s staying with her. Either all together or just a single brother. Each setting offering a different experience.

The first time Peach was met by them in the Great Hall, it was an eruption of laughter when the doors opened. She was a little surprised to see Wario and Mario ‘fighting’.

Or as Toadsworth gruffly mumbled, “Unnecessary rough housing.”

Waluigi and Luigi were nearby, just in case. But were relaxed as they watched their respected brother. Luigi was the one to notice Peach entering first. Still very shy around the princess, the twin in green had turned to poke at Waluigi’s arm. Jerking his head to Peach instead of verbally telling that she had arrived. This in turn caused Waluigi to walk forward and pull at the other two’s ears. Wario and Mario immediately crying out in pain.

“You’re ripping my ear off, you ass!” Wario called out. While Mario was rescued when Luigi broke the grip around his ear.

“Then stop being an idiot. Peach is here.”

With that announcement, all focus was put onto the princess. All asking if she would be interested in joining them. Acting as escort away from the castle and to enjoy some time in the city the twins were still getting used to.

Even with Toadsworth’s vocal apprehension, Peach was absolutely thrilled. Eagerly agreeing. Asking for a few minutes to change into something more comfortable before they all left.

It was quickly established that when it was all five of them together, it was quite an affair. A homemade meal out by the large lake, underneath a large tree that brought Peach back to her childhood. Or enjoying a stroll through the small shopping district. The brother’s (mainly Mario and Wario) offered the most commentary over what they found.

No doubt the citizens would think this was a rather dull outing. Something relatively simple. But Peach found it charming and overall calming. Being away from the castle walls and expectations melting away as she could just be around some of her favorite people. The first time this happened, she was unaware of how much she really needed it until she was in the midst of it.

It was honestly her first outing since her parents had passed…

After a while, the group outings were spread out. Dotted between the individual meetings she would eventually start having with each brother.

Wario was the first to offer time to, as he casually put it, ‘hang out’.

“You know, like when we were kids.”

Their time together was hiding away in the areas, both in the castle and in the town below, that they’d discovered when they were much younger. There wasn’t as much room for them to share as before. Both haven grown a little since then.

But it didn’t dampen Peach’s mood. Who was just thrilled to be able to swap childhood stories with someone she’d been so close to once before. About the mischief they’d gotten into. How wonderful her parents were. Making sure to give a wide berth on discussing Wario’s parents. Instead, eagerly chatting about current affairs, not royal focused, but about things that just made them happy.

“I’d hate to say it,” Wario said, “but I don’t think we’d be here if not for Mini-Me.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Peach teased. Laughing softly as she was playfully shoved. “What do you mean?”

“I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t go out of our way to talk to each other if there wasn’t something to make us talk.”

“You kicked down my door when you found out I had been captured.”

“True, but I only stuck around because we decided to take care of our new friend.”

“...Suppose you’re right…”

Waluigi was a rare visit. On days when he didn’t have business and his garden was well cared for, he would appear at the castle. Peach would greet him with a warm smile, to which he would merely offer a small nod back.

Their time was spent in the library. Sharing a pot of tea while reading from the wide offering of novels. Occasionally discussing what they’d read about. But more often than not, they would just sit and enjoy the silence.

Peach believed Waluigi arrived here specifically for that quiet. For a break away from everyone.

When the group outings slowed down, it was mostly replaced with time being around Mario. Especially after he’d asked to allow him to take Peach out. Peach could tell he was nervous every time they were together. Even now, after so many outings, Mario seemed to tiptoe around her. As if fearful he could do or say something wrong. But that didn’t stop him from being a gentleman around her.

In full honesty, Peach had been smitten with the red-dressed human for a while. Long before Mario first asked her out. Because even if Mario didn’t fall for her right away, Peach found him charming and sincere. Peach had had plenty of royal suitors before, trying to win her hand and heart. Believing their title would be enough.

There were numerous times where Peach had to keep Daisy back.

Mario was very different. Soft spoken, focused on making sure Peach was comfortable around him, that she was enjoying herself when they were together. He was quick witted, able to carry a conversion if needed. But the quiet calm between them was a comfort Peach wasn’t aware that it was something she needed.

Even with how long they would spend time together, Peach could tell that Mario still felt nervous around her. If any contact was initiated, it was Peach who took the lead. Kisses placed on the human’s forehead and cheeks. Peach pretty sure any further would cause Mario to fully combust.

Toadsworth was already unhappy with how many burnt marks the castle now held.

But Peach didn’t mind. She merely saw them as reminders. Mario’s non-verbal confirmation for his full emotion towards her.

Luigi was the last person who visited Peach on his own. She wasn’t offended with how long it had taken. If anything, she was more surprised when he did arrive at the castle on his own. She’d always seen the younger twin as a very quiet and very nervous individual.

She was wrong, to a point.

When Luigi first arrived, he wasn’t able to explain what he was there for. Looking like he’d accidentally appeared. Eyes darting around, unable to stay focused on one area for more than a few seconds.

Peach broke the silence by offering Luigi a seat in the quiet library with a pot of her favorite tea to share between them. To which he quietly nodded in agreement. It took a few minutes of Peach discussing every topic she could think of before Luigi spoke.

A quiet voice asking about the royal gardens. About the variety of flowers and vegetation that grew near the castle. Peach was absolutely thrilled to discuss this. Even asking if the green dressed twin wanted to take a walk around said garden. To which the answer was another nod. A more exciting one.

It was as they entered said area that Luigi began to fully open up. Cheerfully commenting as he discussed what was growing, specifically the colors that they were seeing. Asking as many questions as he could think of with Peach providing her best answers.

“I’m sorry,” Luigi suddenly said, laughing weakly. They’d just started their third walk around.

“What for?”

“I’m sure you have more important things to do than answer my questions. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.”

“No no, I’m enjoying myself,” Peach comforted, “This has been fun, promise.”

Luigi looked…stunned by this. Wide eyes seeming to shine as he weakly voiced a, “Really?”

“Of course. I hope you can stop by more often to talk.”

While she felt a quiet worry about Luigi’s reactions, Peach didn’t comment on it. Because no one should be that happy to just be heard. To be listened to. So what could have possibly happened to make the human act like this?

She couldn’t worry about that now. Instead, doubling down on focusing on Luigi’s words once more. Locking arms together and giving a gentle squeeze, smiling as the human looked back at her in surprise.

Luigi became the most frequent visitor to the castle behind Mario. The more he dropped by, the further he relaxed around Peach. Who in turn learned that Luigi allowed himself to open up more when he felt relaxed. When he felt safe.

More than a few brief moments hitting Peach in wondering if this is how Luigi was around Mario. When it was just the two of them. Something about that made her heart warm in happiness, in hoping that the human felt that comfortable around the princess.

She wondered if Mario would be too upset if she could also call Luigi her ‘younger brother’.

But that was a discussion for another time.

For that day, as Peach arrived at the Great Hall, she was greeted by all four of her boys. All beaming back as she offered her own smile. Happy to know she was going to spend this warm and pleasant afternoon with her growing family.

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3. The Brief Parent Discussion (vine-should-comeback)

“...What were your parents like?” Luigi’s question seemed to echo loudly through the large hall. Walls lined with the portraits of past royals. The green-dressed human’s focused on the one depicting Peach’s parents. A human and a differently built, tall Toad.

Wario was closest to Luigi to address him first, “What do you want to know?”

“Hold up,” Waluigi frowned, “How much are we spilling here?”

Luigi shrugged weakly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“We could share too, if that makes you feel better.” Mario offered.

“Our mom looked a little like Peach,” Wario started off slowly, “Or, well, a bit more like us. I mean, duh, she was our mom. Pointed ears, pale skin, looks relatively human, but she had some red patches on her jawline and neck. We think that was part of her Toad heritage. She didn’t have a cap, but she had small spots. She was…kind…”

“She was easily swayed,” Waluigi sighed as he sat on the other end of the bench, “She fell in love with our dad very quickly, had us, then was heartbroken when he just…left us. Gave up on life.”

“She passed away a few months after he disappeared…”

“Do you…know what happened to him?” Mario asked.

Wario shook his head. “We don’t know. We really don’t know a lot about him. He was human-”

“Wait, really?” Luigi leaned forward with interest at that.

“Yes, annoyingly so.” Waluigi huffed.

“Was the reason our mom fell in love with him, by her own admission. He claimed he was an explorer, a ‘treasure hunter’. Said he found amazing things when he was on Earth. Like some golden chest that he called an Ark and a special cup belonging to this other guy that walked on water,” Wario shrugged, “Don’t know, said a lot of weird words. But he was excited to be here. Claimed he was going to discover so much here.”

“All he did was sit on the couch and drink,” Waluigi leaned slightly onto Mario to look at Luigi, “When he disappeared, I thought he’d gone back home. Back to Earth.”

Luigi’s eyes widened at the comment. “Is that why you thought Mario and I had been able to finish business on Earth? That we had a way back?”

“Don’t know where else he would have gone. Thought he’d found a way back and out of the ‘horrid relationship’ as he called it when mom was asleep. He never left the couch unless he absolutely had to.”

“Maybe he was doing a job?” Luigi asked with a sheepish smile.

“Doubt it. We never saw him work a day in our lives when he was around. We don’t know what happened to him and we don’t care.”

Mario, with the tallest brother leaning on him, peered over to Wario. Who held a tight lip and downcasted eyes. He wasn’t given long to question that look before he was gently shaken by Waluigi.

“So, what about you two? Greenie said you didn’t have any family relations back on Earth.”

“Well, he’s right,” Mario answered, “We’re…what, third-generation of our family? Grandma and Grandpa moved from Italy to the States. They wanted a really big family, but…it didn’t really work. Dad was the only surviving family member when we were born.”

“How many were there supposed to be?”

“Our dad and two uncles. Grandparents died of old age and health complications. Dad had just graduated from trade school when they passed. One uncle died on the job. Dad wouldn’t really talk about it, just said his brother was an adrenaline person and his job reflected it. The other uncle hung out with the wrong people. Passed when he was in college.”

“Well damn, these ‘states’ didn’t treat your family well.” Wario commented. Earning a flick to the ear from his own brother.

Waluigi in turn continued the conversation by asking, “What was your dad like?”

“Very hard working,” said Luigi, “He claimed his best days were during power outages. We wouldn’t see him for days. Arriving back with a huge smile and some kind of treat.”

“He was…very much a man who made his way,” Mario continued, “He was tough but fair. He expected you to work your issues out and if you couldn’t, you find another soulution.”

“Wait, he was an electrician, but you two went into plumbing?”

“Mom says it was because we liked what they got to work with. Loved to tell this story of when we were babies and a plumber stopped by to fix the bathroom sink. She found us right outside, each holding a pipe. Giggling as we held them up to look through them. She swore we were looking for something specific.” Luigi smiled fondly at the memories.

“It's just something that stuck with us. We liked how everything worked, how the inner workings functioned and how to fix them. It was…strange. But yeah, we were more interested in plumbing than wiring.”

“Well, we’ve heard plenty about your dad,” Waluigi said, “What about your mom?”

“She stayed at home. School days ended with her giving us some kind of treat with a hushed promise to not tell dad. She was really nice, always talking to the neighbors, giving out food and help to whoever needed it. Said she was building her own family…”

“Mom wouldn’t really talk about her family a lot,” Mario took over, “We don’t know what happened, just she’s been on her own for awhile before meeting dad.”

Luigi laughed softly at that, “They literally ran into each other at the store.”

“Oh yeah, and they were surprised that they were looking for the same thing!”

“They then had an argument as mom liked the name brand and dad swore the generic was just as good.”

“If not better since he could save a few bucks.”

“He was such a penny pincher.”

“Oh, remember when we tried to help mom in the kitchen and just ended up making a huge mess?”

“And dad came home, clearly exhausted, and was met with two screaming kids drenched in butter and seasoning. While mom was just staring at the tower of dirty dishes with nothing actually made.”

“Because we put the temperature on the wrong setting! Ugh, I thought dad was going to burst with rage when he took everything in. But he just laughed and said ‘Now would be a good time for pizza’.”

“Was that the first time we had Punch Out Pizza?”

“...You know what, I think you’re right. We didn’t eat out a lot, did we?”

“Well, that’s because dad wanted to save money if possible.”

“True. But that pizza place did become a second home.”

“I think Ms. Miranda would have some words for you if she heard you say that.”

The twins dissolved into light laughter, leaning against each other as they no doubt thought back on their childhood. Wario and Waluigi allowed them the time to reminisce before they fell silent. Neither missing when the emotions turned sour. Luigi pressed his forehead against Mario’s as their smiles slipped to small frowns.

“What happened to them?” Waroi asked gently.

Mario immediately wrapped an arm around Luigi, who moved his head to lay it on Mario’s shoulder. “It was a car accident, head on collision… The other person was drunk. They got out just fine somehow. We were told dad was gone first, was…was hit first. Mom…she passed being transported to the hospital.”

The twins didn’t complain when they were suddenly squished on the bench. Wario and Waluigi wrapped an arm around the other two as best they could.

“How old were you two?”

“A few months shy of 18,” Mario replied, “It was a bit of a fight to make sure we weren’t separated.”

“Mario yelled at a judge.” Luigi whispered with a small smile.

“We were able to rent out a small apartment and enter trade school. Got our degree and busted our butts to keep ourselves afloat… But we were able to stay together, and that’s all that mattered.”

Wario and Waluigi shared a quiet look of worry.

Unsaid concern, each no doubt flashing back to their own broken relationship. The silent conversation ended when they turned their attention to the numerous paintings before them.

“Yeah… That’s all that matters.”

+_+_+_+_+_+

4. Training (fishtale88)

The kingdom barely began to stir as the morning arrived. Citizens took their time as they dressed and ate their breakfast. Even the sun seemed sluggish as it rose into the sky. It was an all around calm and quiet morning as the Toads started their day.

Businesses opening first, their patrons arriving soon enough. Mainly those who didn’t want to make their own breakfast at home.

One bakery was unaware of the upcoming destruction. Customers enjoy their drink and pastries while enjoying the cool morning. Owners stocking their displays while also preparing their next order. Quiet conversations being held as they all began to wake…

It was all broken by a round of loud barking. A few screams followed this as tables on the outer edge were suddenly knocked over. Patrons and cafe items scattering on the ground as a spectral pup jumped onto one table still standing. Clear eyes darting around from treat to treat, seeming unbothered by the disturbance they were causing. Instead, chopping down on one of the closest pastries before rushing off once more.

There was only a few seconds to try and collect their thoughts over what happened when a voice desperately called out.

“Polterpup, no! Bad puppy, bet back here!”

Luigi paused by the same toppled over tables. Hands on his knees, one even holding a Golden Bone, as he gasped for air. Looking up to give a weak wave and sheepish grin to the numerous Toads watching him.

“S-Sorry, I’m really sorry! I-I’ll come back to h-help clean up, promise!”

All just watched in quiet fascination as Luigi raced off. Calling out the pup’s name once more.

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Toadsworth hummed softly as he left the castle to begin his afternoon stroll through the gardens. The warm sun felt wonderful on his old bones. Heading straight for his favorite spot first. The numerous colors no doubt going to lighten his mood. The fragrance a wonderful change after-

“Polterpup, no! No, get out of there!”

Toadsworth was pulled from his musing hearing a familiar frantic voice. Turning the corner to find the same flowers he’d been looking to see not torn to shreds. The ground nothing more than mounds of dirt, the grass torn away into clumps.

Among it all was Luigi who was frantically holding up a wiggling Polterpup. Who was covered with dirt and happily transferring it onto the human. Seeming absolutely pleased with themselves and the damage they’ve done.

Luigi, unaware that anyone else was around, jumped hearing Toadsworth’s cry of despair. “O-Oh, Toadsworth! H-How are you today?”

“What happened to the garden!” The old Toad asked in distress.

“Um, well, Polterpup was, um, very excited to s-see what was growing here.”

“Out! Leave!” Toadsworth shouted while pointing his cane, “You best start keeping that beast on a short leash until you can train them properly!”

Luigi didn’t answer as he ran off, Polterpup tucked under his arm.

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“No, no, don’t you dare-” Luigi let out a sputtering cry and Polterpup shook themselves off. Water and mud splattering everywhere in the bathroom. The human only able to cover their face with the towel meant to dry Polterpup. Letting out a sigh as the pup stopped. “Really? You couldn’t…just not?”

He looks up hearing a gentle knock on the bathroom door. Finding a clearly amused Mario standing in the doorway, eyes looking around the destroyed area. “So…did you two have fun today?”

“Sure, we’ll call it that.” Luigi huffed as he finally wrapped Polterpup in the towel. Drying off said pup even more. Trying to determine how long it was going to clean the bathroom, again. “I’m guessing Peach told you?”

“Mmm, more of we hear Toadswroth’s rantings over that happened. Sort of figured it out from there. Polterpup seemed to have had a full day.”

“They terrorized so many Toads, tore up more than just the castle’s garden, ate things that were and were not food, and now I have myself and my bathroom to clean.”

“How about you focus on the shower and yourself. I can handle the rest.”

Luigi looked over with wide eyes of relief, “Really?”

“Yeah, we’ll have this place cleaned in no time. Just let me get the supplies and this pup on the bed so they don’t bother us.”

In no time Luigi and the bathroom were completely clean. The younger twin dressed in his best sleep wear and he collapsed onto the bed. Just avoiding Polterpup. Who trotted over and laid happily across Luigi’s back. Who let out a whine. “Why can’t they just listen to me?”

Mario laughed softly, reaching out to pat Polterpup’s head. “Well, we didn’t ask how well they’d been trained by the professor before he left. Plus, they’re just excited! New people, new places, and they get to stay with us? It’s all so exciting.”

“Still…I feel like they’re taunting me in some way.”

“No, they like you.”

As if to prove the point, Polterpup let out a small yip before wiggling off Luigi’s back. Only to push their way into the human’s hold. Luigi laughed softly as Polterpup licked his face.

“We just need to get them used to everything.” Mario commented.

“Yeah, I guess…”

The brother’s swapped their ‘goodnights’ as Mario left, closing the bedroom door behind him. Luigi turned to properly lay on his side to hold Polterpup closer. Soon enough falling asleep, snoring softly as the late evening turned into proper night.

At some point, Polterpup had fallen asleep as well. More than content to be situated in Luigi’s arms. Happily listening to the human’s steady heartbeat as they slept on.

But as the clock rolled over to 3AM, their eyes snapped open.

Head lifting up as they sniffed the air. Nose twitching constantly, pulling out from Luigi’s hold, slowly circling the room as they searched for something. Eventually plopping themselves down under the desk. Panting softly as they waited, knowing what they were expecting to see.

Because they knew this game, they were used to this game.

Soon enough, the top portion of a Greenie Ecto-Ghost popped up from the floor. Right before Polterpup. Both staring at each other down the Ecto-Ghost became visibly tense.

When neither moved, Greenie huffed and floated further up. Blowing a raspberry before turning to Luigi and-

Polterpup suddenly arched their back, growling darkly with a dangerous aura enveloping him. The bravado the Greenie held before immediately disappeared as they inched away. Another low growl sent the Ecto-Ghost fleeing. A small shriek sounding as they phased through the floor.

Only when the scent completely disappeared did Polterpup relax. Happily panting as they made their way back to the bed. Wiggling into Luigi’s hold once more, who let out a yawn and tightened his hold around the spectral pup. Still sleeping soundly. Polterpup let out a contented hum as they relaxed further into the hold, eyes closing.

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