Alone, alone, alone

hewalksfunny:

He narrowed his eyes. “You ‘ain’t the only one tryin’ to survive. Don’t worry, I’ll be stayin’ outta your way as much as possible.” After all, she wasn’t going to be getting in his way. …Actually, he’d probably have been fine with it if she did. It would help more than hinder.

He decided to keep watch- might as well help her out while he was annoying her. Even if he sucked at playing the role of a hero he could at least manage annoying, but semi-helpful sidekick. Moving towards one of the walls and hopping up, he managed to reach the edge of the roof. He climbed up.

Good thing, too. Though the roof wasn’t very high, his own height allowed an impressive view if he stood up straight. Then again, it wouldn’t be the smartest idea to do so and probably quickly gain the enemy’s attention, considering the only other well-known figure in the Mushroom Kingdom as tall as Waluigi was probably Bowser. Still, if necessary he could hide in the chimney.

Damn, if only he could find a block in the kingdom that wasn’t empty. He could’ve used a Fire Flower- probably one of the few power-ups he could control well.

When he was out of her sight, she went back to collecting canned goods and stuffing them in her bag. Most of them didn’t need to be cooked, but she knew that she could find some twigs and start a fire with her lighter if she was hungry while on foot. Feeling pleased with her find, she walked back into another room of the cabin, scrounging around.

Was this a… Living room? There was a couch that was torn up, a television smashed on the floor, and various pieces of furniture that Daisy couldn’t make out because of the poor condition. She cautiously made her way about the room, until she felt her foot press into something and a small cracking nose was heard. Lifting her shoe, she noticed that she had stepped on a picture frame and broke it. Bending down to retrieve it, she frowned. “Oh.”

Bringing it close to her face didn’t help — you could barely see anything in this lighting. Getting her lighter out, she flicked the switch and the flame came alive, giving her a perfect view of the picture. It was a man and a woman — no, scratch that. A mother and a father holding an infant. They looked pretty happy, to say the least. Yeah, they probably were until they were killed or enslaved by King Koopa. Daisy also noted that she had cracked the picture right on the infant; drat.

Placing the frame down on a nearby table — which had only suffered a few burns — Daisy sat down on the better side of the couch, curling up against the arm rest. She was planning on smoking, but she couldn’t, she was too tired. And now seemed like the perfect time to sleep. However, she couldn’t. That picture… Where she had stepped…

“D-Daiz, look, we haven’t been going out for long, but…”

“Oh, c’mon, Weegee, out with it! Just tell me!”

“Oh, this is going to sound corny, but… Ah, uhm…”

“C’mon! Please?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about raising a family.”

“A family?”

“Yeah! I think that we would make great parents.”

“… I do too.”

Memories hurt, memories were stupid. Why did we even have them? All Daisy knew was that she had them to torment her. All her memories were with him! All of them! It wasn’t fair! Why did he have to die!? He was the hero! The heroes don’t die! THEY CAN’T! THEY WON’T!

Hitting her head against the side of the arm rest, Daisy hadn’t realized that her breathing was raising. She soon began to calm down and then began to quietly sob into the couch, not caring that the hot tears were burning the cuts on her cheeks. As long as no one saw her like this; no one.

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

At first, Waluigi wasn’t going to follow her. Why humiliate himself any further? However, he thought he heard something again- similar to the first sound- and reconsidered. It was probably better and safer to stick around someone else. So he followed suit, keeping what he hoped was a comfortable distance between them, keeping his loud mouth shut once again.

Though it was nighttime and he couldn’t see much, he didn’t bother taking out his flashlight. It would’ve just have been a waste of battery. Plus, it would’ve made it easier for the Koopa Troop to spot them. His hands stuffed in his pockets and keeping his ears focused on their environment, he was easily more occupied by his own fear than he was by her. Although…

Despite everything, he still thought she was pretty. Despite her hair being a rat’s nest, her torn and unsalvageable dress, and her clear lack of peace, she was still a good-looking young woman. She’d also proven a number of things he’d always thought about her right- about her ability to take care of herself, for instance. Not to mention being tough as nails. And her obvious distain for him. That detail kind of felt like a minor one- if only because Waluigi was much too used to the world being against him.

Actually, that was probably why he was doing so well, paranoia aside. He knew what it was like to be hated by absolutely everyone already. The only thing that had really changed was that people were actively trying to kill him now. Hell, Daisy could’ve been walking him right into Bowser’s castle and, in the end, he wouldn’t have been too surprised.

Speaking of which, where was she going?

Daisy wasn’t aware of Waluigi following her. She just kept walking with her head hung low. Occasionally, she would begin to wobble off to the left or the right from how tired she was, just to catch herself and balance her body weight. She was tempted to just stop there and pull out another cigarette, but she knew better. If she wanted to stay safe for the night, she needed to find shelter, and then she could smoke.

After venturing over a small hill, her pace quickened. She could’ve sworn that she had seen a small house in the distance and was determined to stay there for awhile. Though, she was slightly disappointed when she found out that it was only a small cabin and it didn’t offer much.

Poking her head inside, she glanced around for anyone. It was only a story high, so there was no need to check the other floors, because there were none. She stomped her foot down a few times and when no one responded, she dropped the sack on the floor. Walking in, she headed right for what seemed to be a kitchen. All of the walls were gone and the cupboards were smashed. When she opened one door, it began creaking before it finally snapped off of its hinges and fell to the floor. She growled, but it was soon silenced when she noticed that these cupboards still held food. Daisy began stuffing all of the food into her sack, not wanting to leave anything behind.

Looking back to the door, she realized that she had felt it open. Getting up, she stumbled over to the door and was about to slam it shut when she noticed the skinny man outside, causing her to gasp and stumble backwards. With her rear on the ground and a hand over her fast-paced heart, she finally got back up and sneered. Great.

“You followed me.”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

Feeling kind of stupid, he relaxed his shoulders. He’d been sure… so he was just going crazy. Wonderful- and Daisy was right there to witness it. Uuugh, he HAD to turn into a coward in front of her, of all people! Embarrassing.

He scratched the back of his head, moving his hands away from the hammer. “Gah… It was-a probably nothing. Ignore me.”

‘After all, that’s pretty easy for you to do’. Waluigi couldn’t count the number of times he’d tried to impress her when things were still normal and cheery, only for her to only pay attention to Luigi. Or was the green plumber the only thing keeping her attention away from him? It wasn’t long now before Waluigi legitimately started to miss Luigi. For all the celebrating he’d initally done on the day of the green plumber’s funeral, he was starting to regret it.

Her head lifted up, “Will do.” And then it went back down.

The night sky was dawning on them and they needed to move — or at least, Daisy did. Waluigi could stay behind and defend himself all he wanted, she honestly didn’t care. As long as she was safe, she was fine. But she stayed against the cold rock for a little while. She needed sleep, badly. Daisy hadn’t slept in days, mainly because she knew that Bowser’s men were everywhere, but part of it might’ve been that sometimes she would still cry over Luigi’s death — not that she would tell anyone about it, oh no. That would make her look even more weak.

Taking in a small breath, she pushed against the rock, getting herself situated on her feet once more. She took a few pieces of her dress that were practically torn apart and tied them around her waist, making the dress a lot shorter than it used to be. Daisy could only hope that Waluigi didn’t see the many scars that were left on her legs, but she assumed that he wouldn’t because of how dark it was. And then she began walking away, making sure that her small rucksack was tightly gripping her back.

He could’ve came, she really wouldn’t have cared. It was his choice, after all. As long as he just followed behind her and made little sound, she would be fine with it. But if he wanted to come, she wasn’t going to wait up for him. She just kept walking, in hopes that she would be able to find some sort of place that she could stay in for the night — preferably an abandoned cabin of some sort.

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

Waluigi on the other hand, probably couldn’t fight them off. He’d probably try just to act macho in front of Daisy, but ultimately he’d just be dead weight. He wasn’t much good at anything aside from running away and he really was getting to hate that about himself. He at least wasn’t gonna get caught unaware- his jumpiness was a virtue to avoid sneak attacks.

“I did. Either someone’s-a found us or I’m going crazy.” He kept his eyes focused around them, his ears trying to pick up some other kind of noise. “It might be the latter…”

As a precaution, he reached under his coat for his hammer.

Now, Daisy was getting just a bit concerned. She didn’t show any signs of it on her face, but she walked over to the area in which he was standing. After a few moments of looking around, Daisy shot daggers at him with her eyes. There was no one around. He had just wasted her time. Or maybe there was someone around and she just didn’t care.

Well, she didn’t care about a lot of things.

The woman was almost about to walk over to him and smack him on the back of his head. Shame on him! Making this a sick joke. She couldn’t hear it and what she thought was right; those were her rules. They were harsh, but in this kind of situation, you needed to be the piranha or else you would die. Though, instead of hitting him, she returned to her place back against the boulder, keeping her head down low.

“I didn’t see anything.”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

Waluigi shuddered. His imagination was a bit too good with that idea. Other than that, even if she was a lot more pessimistic and intolerant than she used to be, he kinda wished they did meet up again- preferably with both of them being alive. Who knows- maybe someday he could find it in him to impress her somehow. Survive a fight, maybe? Or, better yet, rescue her?

…Okay, that was going too close to the idea of fantasy. No. Bad Waluigi. This was no adventure- this was survival.

He couldn’t deny there were times he really just wanted to give up. Go up to Bowser and offer the rope to make his noose. Still, for as pessimistic, insecure and occasionally depressed as Waluigi felt, he didn’t have the guts to do any of that. He was scared to die. He had no problem relaying this to Daisy. “Probably. I’d-a rather delay it, though, as stupid as that so—”

Waluigi’s ear twitched at a small sound coming from nearby. He immediately jumped up, looking around- but he didn’t see anything but Daisy and the rocks around them. Still, his paranoia was sparked, and he had a feeling they were being watched.

It sounded like the snapping of a twig- like someone was sneaking up on them but accidentally stepped in the wrong place. Or maybe he was just going crazy.

“Did you hear that?”

Her mind was focused on other things to hear the rattling. She didn’t care much, either. If anyone were to come after them, she probably could fight them off, but she would be much better with a gun. Ever since she threw her hand gun in the river, she’s been mentally cursing herself ever since. That didn’t mean that she came unprepared, though.

She glanced up, not seeming very interested. “No?”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

Having his face on a wanted poster wasn’t new to Waluigi. He’d had his face on one numerous times in the past in the Mushroom Kingdom- but they’d give up and take them down eventually, and ultimately the people would just shake their heads and bad mouth him behind his back. But this time- this time, those posters weren’t coming down until he was six feet under. Or, more likely, naught but ashes.

“My bro an’ I have helped him out before,” he mentioned, “So you’d-a think he’d let us speak fer ourselves before trying to kill us. Or at least not bother with anyone else.”

It didn’t seem fair that Daisy had to go through all this- this wasn’t even her kingdom. She was a guest. Not a resident. Just because she’d been here a long time didn’t mean she should’ve been punished- any political matters were to do with her parents, right? But maybe that was just Waluigi’s stupid crush on her talking. God, he wished he could just shoo those feelings away- they’d just cause him more grief later like they already had.

He glanced over at Daisy as she was flicking her lighter, then flopped onto his back. The sky was so dull now. He guessed that it was because of that stupid Koopa’s influence. He really was sick of running and being scared of that brute. What he wouldn’t give for the courage and strength to just eradicate that tyrant from the face of the earth once and for all…

He looked at her again when she mentioned the Troop searching. “I know. They’d really oughta just-a give up.”

She knew they had helped him before. The faint memories of the woman who was once a princess following the green plumber around while the played golf. Those two were always behind them, plotting something. Or when they had ruined that tennis match by completely blowing the opposing team off in the final round. She knew, but it was the past. A past haunted by her future. Who knew that their future was destined to be a nightmare?

Forgetting about the lighter, she watched the lanky man. “They won’t. Bowser wants us dead. I wouldn’t be surprised if when the next time we meet up, your body is hanging from one of the flags on his empire.” She glanced off East. “If we ever meet up again.”

Her thumb kept shaking, a result of partially her smoking, but mainly her fears about all of this. It had lit the lighter and caught her thumb in a small fire, which she growled a “French” word that so happened to begin with the letter ‘f’ and drop the lighter. Sucking in a breath, she brought her thumb to her mouth and let her tongue poke at the small burn it had created. It didn’t hurt compared to the pain that she was used to, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, either.

After a few seconds of making sure that her thumb would be alright, she bent down to the lighter. She was going to mutter something like: “Stupid lighter,” or, “You’re no use,” but she couldn’t. it might’ve sounded strange, but she actually liked a few things — inanimate things; like her lighter. Snatching it up, she placed it in the small sack on her back, returning her gaze to Waluigi. “We’re gonna die.”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

“No kiddin’. Why leave her stupid kingdom to everyone else?” God, how he’d love to just punch the pink princess right in the face. She was hopeful- too hopeful. Too trusting that he and Wario, along with her other friends, would get her out of another mess. Dammit, there had to come a time when that stupid broad knew that she couldn’t leave things up to someone else. Why couldn’t she take responsibility and get herself out for once? Everyone had suffered enough by now.

Waluigi had always been a grump. He’d always been untrusting and uncaring- and he’d embraced it wholeheartedly. It was easier for him that way. Really, the only one he could call his friend was Wario, and they were only on such good terms because they were twins. The other person he would’ve liked to have been able to call something nice for once was behind him- but, obviously, she didn’t feel the same. So he didn’t.

“Just had to be their cousins,” he half-muttered. “Just ‘cause we’re blood related, guess whose face is on at least half of-a the wanted posters all over the kingdom? Wah.”

Good thing it wasn’t her face up on those posters, or else she probably would’ve been out of the pipes by now.

“You make it sound like you’re some sort of criminal,” she smirked from the side of her mouth — the side that he could see. “But you know that Bowser only does that because he’s scared. He comes after us because he probably thinks we’ll rebel again. If he was okay with it, he’d let us go by now. Stupid, dumb turtle.”

Getting off of the rock that she was currently sitting on, Daisy glanced to the ground, to be welcomed by a family of rocks. Frowning and narrowing her eyes, she kicked them all, sending them flying in all directions, bouncing off of trees, bushes, and even other rocks. Her hand reached for the cigarettes and lighter again, but she stopped herself.

She had been smoking ever since Luigi’s death. It wasn’t long, but she didn’t want it to continue. Many times she’s attempted to quit, but they never worked. Bowser’s gangs would always be on her tail, and when she thought it was safe, she would light a cigarette to calm her nerves. No, she wasn’t being chased right now. But… But she knew that she couldn’t. It was causing her health to drop even more and she knew it. Sighing, her good side had finally won.

Leaning against a boulder that wasn’t too far away, Daisy stuck to flicking her lighter on and off. The very first lighter she bought — it was a baby blue color, with a frog in the middle of it. Said frog was wearing a crown. She didn’t know why she bought such a lighter, but it was better than the boring one-colored ones. And heck, it was a lighter. The flames illuminated her tired face in the nighttime. There were a few bags under her eyes and scratches on her cheeks. If Waluigi studied her face carefully, the big cheese of it all was probably her spilt lower lip. That was from one of the gangs, of course.

When flicking the lighter on and off got boring, Daisy looked back to the skinny, purple man, still on the rock. “Y’know they’re still after us.”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

He slightly turned his head back, enough to see her out of the corner of his eyes. His mustache twitched. “An’ risk you choppin’ my head off for whatever comes out of my mouth?” Eegh, just for that she’d probably get even more pissed at him than she already was- and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

Obviously, he hadn’t been doing much better. For all the glamour and great stories that came from the adventures the Mario Brothers and Wario had, Waluigi’s first wasn’t going half as well. If it hadn’t been for his brother while he was around, Waluigi would probably already be dead. If it weren’t for his ability to run he’d probably be dead now. As far as he knew, Mario, Luigi and Wario never went through anything like this- until the two out of three of them died, they were all considered practically invincible. Though he had no experience, Waluigi always thought that he was probably invincible, too.

Obviously, that wasn’t true. He was beat up, had little energy left and probably was ‘down on his last life’, so to speak. One more encounter could probably mean his demise, and the end of his game. If he’d just had more experience- if his first fights hadn’t been when the enemy wasn’t at their strongest and his brother hadn’t been doing most of the fighting for him, maybe Bowser’s reign would’ve ended by now. Maybe Waluigi would be more than a useless runt of a man who couldn’t defend himself, much less an entire kingdom.

Smart boy; he was right. Daisy was almost tempted to praise him like a dog.

“If anyone should be getting the head slicing,” she began, pushing the used-up cigarette into the ground and squishing it in further with her shoe, “it should be Peach. If she wasn’t so stupid, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. I’ve seen her fight in those tournaments, so why can’t she now? Dumb blonde.” She muttered that last part under her breath.

Being a grouch did things to you. For example, hating close friends. Maybe Daisy didn’t hate her — yet she would claim that she did — but she knew that Peach was smarter than that. She probably hated the fact that Peach just didn’t do the right thing. Along with hating close friends, she hated almost everyone now. And what made it worse was that the only person that she could actually call ‘friend’ was dead now.

Great, just great — no, wonderful. Bloody wonderful.

Daisy turned her head as well, only to see part of his beaten up face staring back at her. “You’re dying too, huh?”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny:

Smoking, huh? Didn’t seem like her type of thing to do. He waved a gloved hand in front of his face as it expanded, eventually dissapating. Afterwards he lowered his hand, focusing on Daisy again.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time. Not since before Luigi’s death. Kinda funny how much better his late rival made his life- at this point Waluigi was reevaluating his opinion of the man every time he realized something that had gone for the worse since he was gone. Now he was just a couple steps away from actually liking Luigi.

It was clear she didn’t want him there. Waluigi didn’t care. She probably hated him- it wouldn’t surprise him, most people hated him- but he didn’t hate her.

He turned his back to her as well. He didn’t know how to break the ice- he didn’t need her screaming at him or anything. So he just sat down, keeping an eye out. Might as well be nice and watch her back in case any of Bowser’s minions showed up.

Her eyes shut for a moment, hoping that would make him go away. But she had to face facts, he wouldn’t. Nothing ever went her way nowadays. Everything was for the worse for her. Perhaps that was because she always expected the worst possible outcome, but everyone had to face facts. Not everyone had that happy world where the sun is always shining. Not everyone had a lover to go home to every night and to spend the rest of their lives with. Not everyone was free and she hated it; because they didn’t understand. No one did.

Daisy’s breathing became a bit more heavy. With her eyes still shut, she began shaking from anger and was almost tempted to just scream and let everything out. Then, she stopped and remained silent. She remained silent for a long time. With her eyelids still covering her eyes, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and tapped it just a bit, puffing more smoke and letting the ashes fall to the ground.

Her eyes opened. If anything was still brand new on her, it was them. Everything else was either dirty or broken; her legs covered in scars (in which she hid), her arms with small scratches from twigs and trees, and her face, growing old and tired from all the nights she spent awake just thinking about her dead lover.

She put the cigarette back into her mouth, only to take it out a moment later and blow smoke again.

“Aren’t ‘cha gonna say something, string bean?”

(Source: msalone)

hewalksfunny started following you

… Dammit.

Daisy didn’t need him right now. He was only going to blow her cover overall. Besides, she hated company; company was stupid.

The former princess didn’t bother turning around. She sat with her back to him, knowing that he was probably near. Instead, she looked up to the sky and noticed how dark it was from the smoke. All that smoke. Blowing gently, she added some more to the collection from the cigarette that was currently resting in between her middle and index fingers.

Placing the cigarette back into the corner of her mouth, she held her arms with her opposite hands. He was still there, wasn’t he? She turned her head only slightly, but not far enough to actually see him. Peace and quiet was what she wanted. Not him.