Dimentia (2014-08-31 00:06:13)

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Author's note: This story of mine is, as you guessed it, about Dimentio. But, this time I gave him a real name, far more deep personality, and backstory. This will not feature Mario, Luigi, or any other hero, other than an O.C. (The minions do not count.) Enjoy.




She sat there. Wondering of how she could've ended it any other way than now. He was dead. Blood was already oozing from the cut. Zlyth would've called for help, but when a demented clown was hunting her down? Pch, She would alert him. And who would want that? Well, besides Dimentio. But he was a psychopath. "Ah, there you are, you silly little girl! I was merely about to give up, and torture Bluimere for a change." And with a snap of a finger, she was de-



Dimentio woke with a start, probably from Mimi's stupid hair dryer again. Ugh. The jester grudgly put on his mask, covering up his silk black hair, and got dressed in his two colored poncho. Which he loved. But, you know what else he loved? Dimensions. Bend 'em, shift 'em, destroy 'em.. Or destroy 'em, there was always a way to have fun. You just need to- "Oh, Dimmy!~~" A sickly green teenager cooed. Dimentio, along with a sigh, opened his door. "What?" "Oh, I was just wantin' to see your cute lil' face, that's all!" Dimentio rolled his eyes. "Mimi, for the last time. I do not like you. Stop. Plus, you're flat-chested. Ew." Mimi pouted, crossing her arms, and walked away with a scowl. Thank Grambi. Dimentio watched the green teen walk away through the holes of his mask as he bit on his lips The jester, too tired to use his magic, walked to the kitchen. Dimentio watched as Mr.L tried to work the broken coffee machine, and decided to have a little fun of his own. Figuring he had enough energy to play his little games, our antagonist turned invisible. With a swoop of a motion, Dimentio reached into the Mechanic's overalls, and gave him a particularly painful wedgie. "What the hell- AH!" Mr.L cried, as he crouched down to the hard tile, giving Dimentio a chance to drag him by his underwear. Which he did, of course. He had to inflict the most pain possible. "Oh my Grambi- Dimentio! Stop! Ow!" Mr.L said, as he was dragged by his white underwear. Finally, after being dragged to his room, the mechanic was given an atomic, and so the jester left, leaving Mr.L writhing in agony. "Ahaha. That was a workout." Dimentio said to himself.

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2014-09-05 09:14:26

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spadeguy (2014-08-31 00:15:24)

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...bro, wtf? Biggest cliffhanger in history.

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MeNobody14 (2014-08-31 02:43:00)

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OhMyGaawwwwsshhhh. Will she blow dry his hair? Or will he snap her neck? TUNE IN NEXT TIME, CHILDREN. FOR THE EPIC CONCLUSION!

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Dimentia (2014-09-05 02:18:09)

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mr.l is in painnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

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MeNobody14 (2014-09-05 02:46:55)

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You know, I was actually interested for a little while, but now? This story could be so much better.

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Dimentia (2014-09-05 03:28:44)

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Wait what why?

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