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Independent Mr. L RP Blog POST Super Paper Mario

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Penned by Torrey

Years Experience: Roughly between 7 and 10

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It wasn’t particularly often that the mechanic left his place of residence. It was also even less often that he decided to venture towards the Mushroom Kingdom, particularly because there were a certain few people he preferred to avoid around there. However, there happened to be some materials he could only get at the Mushroom Kingdom that didn’t reach Flipside as frequently. Begrudgingly, he was left without many choices if he wanted to be able to continue with his projects.

The journey took longer, then again, it’s also been so long since he’s made the trip, perhaps he miscalculated, and half the day was gone. At the least, it did mean that the stores he needed to visit would certainly be open. Now to only hope that they were stocked with the items he needed.

Walking towards one of the shops, he ran into someone almost instantly while rounding the corner. Momentarily startled, he shakes his head before throwing a glare their way.

"Mun, you fucked up writing my own line. Seriously? Seriously?!"

(( I KNOOOOW. I wasn't thinking, and it's 11-- ))

"I can't trust you to type anything correctly... This stupid, watching the hero become the hero bull. He became the villain!"

"... Do I see Mario being all dark and all that?"

secretaryofthevoid

The first thing that came to the mechanic's mind was this... 'Why isn't my laptop beeping obnoxiously, like it's suppose to?' Slowly, his eyes began to open and he rubbed a bit at them. As he slowly started to wake up, he looked down and noticed as well.... This wasn't his bed. He knew for a fact he fell asleep at his house. Then, he looks a bit further down, and sees... 'his' hand? Wait. That isn't his hand. He definitely didn't have blue skin. And now, he was panicking. He practically jumped out of bed, rushing to a nearby mirror and gasping, moving back immediately.

Nastasia. That was her face. But why?! He was practically trembling as he looked over himself, noticing she was, of course, in sleepwear. And taking another look around, he saw her phone. Well, thank God he knew his own number... He was sure the once secretary was just as panicked a he was.