#trouboole

“Though maybe it’s like the old bat said, you’re as soft as a marshmallow now!”

“Shut it.” King Boo growled, not amused by the jester’s tone. “Unlike you, I actually have empathy for others.”

“Cold,” Dimentio said, feigning a pout. “I just wanted to get the three of us together, like old times!”

“You mean you wanted the two of us to help you with whatever reckless scheme you’re concocting.” The ghost corrected, glaring at Dimentio.

“Well, why not?” The jester shot back. “We’ve all been bested by those brothers--you more than once, I should add--and the time is right for revenge! Why, with all three of us, they won’t see it coming!”

“No. Antasma is too weak, and I’m still trying to recover from my last defeat.” King Boo replied. “If you aren’t going to help us, then please leave, Dimentio.”

However, the ghost’s tone indicated that his polite words were merely a formality. The glare he shot Dimentio was enough to make even the bravest souls feel a chill.

And yet, the jester did not waver. He merely returned the look with another of his sinister smiles.

“Very well.” He finally said after the two stared at each other for a few minutes. “Though I’d like to speak to your little adviser before I go.”

“No, you will leave n--” King Boo started, but was interrupted by Booloney.

“It’s alright, sire. I’ll show him to the door. You keep an eye on Ribboon.” the smaller Boo insisted, floating out of the room, followed by a nonchalant Dimentio.

King Boo bit his lip, but decided to listen to Booloney. He didn’t trust Dimentio’s motives, but Booloney should be able to handle himself. He was much more level-headed than the king, after all.

“Boys, you don’t have to wait here.” He advised Trouboole and Douboole, who had not moved from beside the bed. “Go do something to take your mind off all this...”

“The heck are you doing here, anyway? Nobody goes down here, and--”

“Doub, the mirror...”

Douboole paused, surprised to hear Trouboole speak to him for the first time in a while. He then glanced at the mirror, realizing what his brother meant. 

Reflected in the polished surface were a pair of Yoshis--one taller and green, the other shorter and red. Surprisingly, Dimentio was not visible in the mirror despite everything else in the room being reflected as well.

“See what I mean?” The jester asked as he spread his hands out. “Now I’m wondering why that spectral fool wanted to keep me from it...”

“What--”

“Oh, I’m merely observing for the time being!” Dimentio interrupted, making Douboole scowl. “I like to gather information before anything else, so I don’t intend on causing trouble right now. Perhaps you can keep this a little secret?”

“No way!” Douboole barked, narrowing his eyes. “If KB didn’t want you here, then it was for a good reason! You’d better scram before--”

Once again, Douboole was cut off, this time by somebody not even in the room. 

A door slammed up above and echoed through the old mansion, soon followed by muffled shouts and panicked orders, hard to make out through the thunderstorm that had started up a while ago.

“That sounds like KB and Booloney!” Trouboole said, surprising his brother with his ability to hear so well. “We should go see what’s up.”

“Yes, yes, it sounds like they have their hands full up there, you should go do what you can to assist. Don’t mind me, I’m just about done here.” Dimentio said with a chuckle.

Douboole gave Dimentio a harsh look through narrowed eyes, which didn’t exactly make the jester quake in his boots. He definitely didn’t trust this guy alone.

“You’re coming with us.” He finally growled.

The jester, still smiling nonchalantly, tilted his head a bit, not reacting in any way Douboole had expected. It definitely unnerved him.

“Very well!” Dimentio finally said, clapping his hands together. “I know when I’m beat. I’ve been meaning to pay his majesty a visit, anyhow.”