#dimimi week

"Do you swear?" Mimi asked Dimentio one day.

"What do you mean?" he replied. "Like keeping promises? You should know by now that I am not good at that-"

"No, no, I meant cussing." she told him. "Like shit, damn, ass, the f word..."

"You can't even say the f word?" Mr. L commented, happening to be in the room.

"You aren't saying it either, Mr. L." Dimentio pointed out.

"Neither have you." the Green Thunder retaliaited.

"I'll say it when you say it." Dimentio told him.

"Okay, here goes nothing..." the mechanic announced, getting ready.

The room was silent for about thirty seconds.

"I'm gonna say it any second now..." he said. Another minute went by.

"Any day now." Mimi muttered.

"You asked for it, I'm gonna say it now..." Mr. L responded.

"Why don't you just do it?" she asked.

"Because-"

"Because you're a wimp, that's why." she said, rolling her eyes.

"Then you do it." Dimentio told her.

She turned to him in an uptight manner. "Alright fine, I will." The green girl stood up, and took a deep breath. Just then, O'Chunks walked in.

"Have any of ya seen-"

"FRICK!"

Everyone went silent, especially O'Chunks, who gasped.

"Ay, what is the meaning of this? You lil shits should know that kind of goddamn language is not acceptable! There'll be hell to pay for you sorry asses when the count finds out!" he yelled and slammed the door shut.

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Princess Mimi walked through the walls of her beloved castle. It was a relatively boring day. That is, until her parents, the king and queen called her over.

It was a bit of an inconvenience. She was currently busy getting some well needed beauty sleep. But she would rather sit through whatever they had planned for her than try to argue with them. Even though she could have anything she wanted, there were some rules that had to be followed. Still, she couldn't complain.

The doors opened and she saw them. King Blumiere and Queen Timpani. However, this time there was a third person with them.

It was... a jester? How odd. Their family wasn't the type to get one. He was donned purple and gold, and had a black and white mask.

"Hello, dearest Mimi." Queen Timpani greeted.

"Who the heck is this?" the princess asked.

"We have a new member of the castle." King Blumiere explained. "This is Dimentio. We have decided that we needed some... entertainment... in our lives."

"Is it my greatest pleasure to be of assistance, princess." Dimentio told her, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. He had a smooth sounding voice, but Mimi felt as something was off.

Mimi took her hand back, blushing a little but trying to hide it. "Okay." she rolled her eyes. This was probably just another servant.

"Don't mind her, she's just not good at communicating with her servants." the queen said.

"Um, excuse me, I am very good at communicating, hmph!" the spoiled princess remarked back.

"Fiesty as a hot pepper, I see." Dimentio commented.

Mimi turned to him and growled. Not saying another word, she stormed out of the room.

"You'll have to excuse her." the king stated.

"Ah, she is excused then." the jester simply replied.

It was 8:50 at Mushroom Kingdom College. Ten minutes before Drama Class, taught by Professor Timpani, was supposed to start.

Nastasia, ever the good student she was, had already arrived twenty minutes earlier. It was a mystery why someone with a personality like hers would choose to be in a drama class, but she needed a few more art credits in order to graduate, and she wanted to try new things.

Other students shortly followed. The next was Mr. L. That wasn't his real name, obviously, but he insisted that everyone call him either that or "The Green Thunder", and let's face it, no one was gonna call him that.

Next was Mimi. She was quite passionate about the theater, and she was popular in high school, recieving the coveted title of Prom Queen. The latter didn't matter in college, but it didn't stop her from bragging all about it.

O'Chunks, a burly student from Scotland made his way into the room. Like Nastasia, some people didn't understand why he chose to attend a drama class. But college was a time to try new things.

Before the class could start, another student arrived, one that they have never seen before. He has dressed rather oddly, wearing purple and yellow, a strange combination. He had black hair with some silver streaks, and tan skin.

"And, um, who are you supposed to be?" Nastasia asked.

"Ah, I see Professor Timpani forgot to tell you." the new student said. "My name is Dimentio. I'm a transfer student. I'll be joining your class from here on out."

"That guy is joining our class?" Mr. L commented rudely.

"Yes. I love the theater and would like to be a part of it." he replied.

"In that outfit? Please." he told him. "What are you even going for with that?"

"Ay, you're also kinda creepy, too." O'Chunks added. "How do we know yer not some sort of serial killer? Ya sure talk like one."

"Oh please." Nastasia chimed in, adjusting her glasses. "He seems more like the kind of guy that does a lot of drugs."

"Or a serial killer on drugs!" Mr. L laughed, and the others joined in.

"WILL YOU THREE SHUT THE HELL UP?" Mimi yelled. Everyone went quiet and turned to her. "What the hell is wrong with you people? We're in college for crying out loud, but here you are acting like a bunch of eighth graders!"

"Well-"

"No, listen. Just a few weeks ago you were saying that this class needed more members! And when we do get a new member, the first thing you do is alienate him. No wonder no one wants to join this class, it's because you three push them out!"

The whole room felt silent. Sure, Mimi had little outbursts now and again, but they were never important.

"I... I guess you're right." Nastasia admitted.

"We're sorry, Dim." O'Chunks apologized.

"Dim... I like that nickname." Dimentio mused.

Mr. L just rolled his eyes. Pretty soon Professor Timpani arrived.

"Sorry, students! I had trouble finding a parking spot." she explained. Everyone went and sat down to prepare for class.

"Looks like someone has a crush." Mr. L teased.