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King Boo dropped him. Hard. On a cold-freezing!-stone floor. Luigi stood up, hugging himself for both warmth and comfort. The dastardly king grinned down at him, teeth showing.
The plumber suppressed a panged whimper. He made a deal. Mario was safe and E. Gadd would help him. The professor owed Mario for that mess in Delfino. Luigi stopped that line of thinking for what caused the mess.
"Bwahahhaaha! Nothing!" The king's outburst made the plumber flinch. "I've ferried you away from your brother and you don't beg or plead for more. Pathetic. I'm not much into the martyr type, but as I said." He floated closer, ghostly breath hitting Luigi. Suddenly, a pale man stood in front of him.
Luigi flailed back at the sudden stranger.
"You're far too entertaining," the man said in King Boo's voice. It was not as boisterous as before in this new form.
Luigi shakily, stood up, mouth agape. The man before him had no pigment. His suit he wore was white too with a blue collared shirt, matching vest, and a yellow cravat. Other features from the Boo form were there besides the deathly pale skin. Magenta eyes sunken in, sharp teeth in a cheshire grin, and the same giant jewel atop a head of snowy hair in a pompadour with pointy ears, reminiscent of the Wario Brothers. Luigi stared at the being before, finally taking in what he had done.
"Mamma-mia...I never...I never said-" He choked on the sob.
Abruptly, two clawed hands pulled him forward.
"Save it till we get to the studio, greenie," said King Boo. "I have to hear from my subjects first."
Luigi froze. Not from the chill of the wherever he was, but the old nickname. No one called him 'greenie' anymore. Not even his poor father who passed away two years ago.
A white haze enveloped Luigi's mind as he struggled to get out of those clawed hands-scaled and clawed-and started to scream when met with resistance.
"no.no.no. no. please stop," Luigi begged.
His vision did not clear up at the king's demands to follow him-follow him down the hall, down the hall, to that room-that room where-where-where-where-
Luigi shrieked.
"BOWSER PLEASE! LET ME GO! I can't take it anymore, it hurts, you're hurting me...this isn't love..." in a better, well-rested state, Luigi would have escaped the fugue alone.
He had gotten better at it without Mario over the years. Had no choice while avoiding his brother in Sarasaland. But in the stressed environment, old, buried memories shot to the forefront of his mind.
The castle in chaos. Guards yelling about the empty bird cage. A large paw covering his mouth. Heat, so mu-
Hitting the icy floor once again, Luigi gasped for air, going into fetal position. Electricity sparked at his fingertips weakly.
He felt his body being moved. A door opened. A large opulent bed in the center of the room. Tears fell as he was arranged on the bed. Luigi faced away from the monster...the monster he lost to. That last bit of thought made the plumber close his eyes. This time, he would keep them closed.
The man jolts awake, kicking his legs out. Why won't they cooperate? Was he drugged? Did the awful king take away his legs?
He tumbles and rolls in the bed, eyes closed, brain foggy.
A weight presses on him. Luigi's eyes shoot open.
"Hold still you-" King Boo starts then growls as he takes the quilt away.
The man realizes he is still clothed. Even his shoes remain on.
The ghostly king mutters about 'more of a hassle' as Luigi takes stop of where he is. Still on a bed in an opulent room. With the king, sans his suit jacket, and unbuttoned shirt. Luigi gulped. He did not like this. He did not want this.
An echo of how ever long ago enters his mind. "Reside at my palace and entertain me...will not leave until I say so...."
Briefly, he wonders why the king did not take him in his fugue. Perhaps the monster wanted a... conscious partner.
With shuddering breaths, as Boo turns away to-Luigi's not sure what he's doing, whispering to the walls-Luigi starts to undress. It takes too long to remove his boots, and his fingers shake at the buttons to his overalls. He takes off his gloves to stall. Trembling, hiccupping, he manages to unbutton the latches feeling the old demin slide down.
He can't. He can't go further. Luigi clutches his shirt biting his lip. He doesn't want this. Not again.
"Mario..." he whispers. "For Mario."
As he goes to pull his overalls down, King Boo turns to him, shock on the man's face.
"What! What are you doing?" he asks incredulous. His face turns blue as Luigi slightly lifts the shirt.
The man waits. And waits. He will not play to the monster's appetite. He will not pretend to like it or beg wantonly. Anger simmering beneath the fear, Luigi tears off his shirt. He starts to shimmy out of the overalls when again, those clawed fingers grasp him. Softer this time stopping his progress and extinguishing the humiliation.
"Don't...don't..."
"Don't what! Beelzebub-dammit, speak up!" Fire flashes in his eyes.
Luigi cries out, vision blurring with another.
"Don't make me like it...just use me and entertain yourself, bastardo. Please, I beg you, non costringermi ad amarlo."
"What in the Eight Worlds are you blathering on about?"
Luigi stares, heart lurching. The king appears genuinely confused.
"You...you don't want me to..." he swallows dry again. "I'm not here to entertain you."
The king stares at him. He looks down at his disheveled state. A look of pure horror enters his face, possibly at the realization what is implied. King Boo lets go of his hands and floats across the room to the far wall. Luigi takes notice of the many paintings hanging up. He also finally realizes there's warmth. Not overheated. He sees the fireplace alive. He stays his eyes to the fire, a gnawing in his stomach.
"I..." King Boo begins. He coughs. "I am not some....I do not a bedfellow like that. This...many souls have been through here, grateful to leave their flesh behind. Believing it to be tainted by..."
A long pause. Luigi finally turns to the Boo. He looks at him, dawning horror anew.
"The Koopa King. He made you..."
The question dies. Luigi nods.
"He did more," he says. "Worse."
King Boo changes to his first form. In a flash, he teleports out of the room.
Luigi puts his clothes on. Relief hits him like a Thwomp as he falls on the bed, happy to be spared for now.
Until the king decides...
The green man once again huddled on the floor. Electricity, the start of a magic power pulse, at the cusps of his fingers. King Boo-Terrence-growled at the small human cowering once more. With willpower beyond the mortal realm, he took a deep breath.
"Boonsuela!" he summoned.
A Boo dressed in an apron with a pair of yellow cleaning gloves and glasses appeared. She held a bottle of Lemon Pledge.
"Yes, Mr. King Boo," she addressed in a small voice.
"Take this," he gestured to the human. "To a...clean room. One fit for humans," he specified.
Boonsuela nodded and lifted the man away.
Terrence watched him go. Trepidation entered his spirit at...whatever the fuck just happened. He would table it for now and return to addressing the Boos of their new captive.
A few hours later, King Terrence sat in the room Boonsuela assigned Luigi. It was on the grander side, meant more for visiting dignitaries of the living or other beings of power such as him. He supposed she chose it because it was the only room she cleaned with a working fireplace.
Terrence removes his suit jacket and unbuttons his vest underneath. He hears a sound from the bed and turns to see the human literally.Stuggling.TO. REMOVE. A. QUILT.
He sighs floating to help the poor creature.
"Hold still you..." he growls out as the man won't cooperate with him.
Terro fills the human's eyes along with a tang of...Terrence is unsure what emotions the man has tangled in his mind. He lets go and leaves Luigi to his own devices.
"More hassle than this deal is worth," he mutters.
Terrence addresses his generals and the house Boos in Booish. He relays the plans for the next mansion and the expansion in the forest. He also makes sure to send a counselor to the family in Evershade Valley for a wellness check.
"What about this, boss?" says Boolossus. In the psychelink, Terrence sees his fiercest minion holding up the broken vacuum as if it'll attack him.
"We'll have to get our science team on it," Terrence addresses.
Boolussus 'stares' behind King Terrence Boo with an odd expression. They are one of the few the king trusts enough to have a two-way sight. Terrence ends the link with the others.
"Uh, sir, you better look behind you. Don't freak out," Boolossus ends his link.
Terrence turns back to Luigi-and immediately swallows his long prehensile tongue. The man is clutching his shirt, nervous, hesitant fear and humiliation radiating from his body.
"What! What are you doing?" he asks, feeling a blush on his face.
He stares, biting the inside of his cheek. It doesn't work, but the motion distracts him from the sudden bareness as the man practically rips his shirt away. With otherworldly speed, Terrence stops Luigi from removing his overalls, ignoring the hindbrain that wants the beautiful man to be naked on a bed.
The boldness evaporates from the man with Terrence's hands on his.
"Don't...don't..." he stammers out.
Growing frustrated for many valid reasons, Terrence says-yells-"Don't what! Beelzebub-dammit, speak up!"
Tears fall and with a shaky voice, Luigi says, "Don't make me like it...just use me and entertain yourself, bastardo. Please, I beg you, non, costringermi ad amarlo."
"What in the Eight Worlds are you blathering on about?" he asks, confused and frankly freaked out.
Luigi meets his eyes, and for the Eight Worlds, Terrence feels like a weak pathetic, living, man staring at those ocean blue eyes fill with broken hope.
"You...you don't want me to..." he swallows before continuing. "I'm not here to entertain you."
The way he says it, the stripping, the fact that he was expecting Terrence to...to touch him. To force his will upon the man and use him as if he's a toy.
The panic attacks earlier where he screamed..."it hurts, you're hurting me...this isn't love..."
As if the lightning from before hitting him, Terrence drops those soft hands and bolts to the other side of the room, severely disturbed at the dots and connections his mind conjures. He takes stock before speaking, needing his voice to keep steady.
"I..." he starts, his tongue wriggling in his mouth. He coughs. ""I am not some...." Monster. "I do not a bedfellow like that. This...many souls have been through here, grateful to leave their flesh behind. Believing it to be tainted by..." What you think I would take.
The room falls into reticence. In that moment, memories of a botched wedding appear in Terrence's mind. Yes, he was there at the sudden wedding of his unkempt ally, the current Koopa King, Bowser. The flighty man child pining over unrequited crush of the one of the few decent royals was entertaining to King Boo. He allowed for a treaty between them to see the epic crash and burn of what was to be a one-sided battle. Even when the egoist obtained the Super Star he did not panic for a status quo shift; King Boo was confident the Mushrooms and the Kongs, even Sarasaland, would fight to the death. His domain would remain as is.
His Boos who 'worked' for Bowser suddenly reported of two humans from a place called "Brook-Land" who not only the Super Star favored but had defeated Bowser in battle.
BORING!
King Terrence Boo nearly went to the Darklands to cause untoward havoc...and then he was suddenly invited to a wedding.
He was there, expecting Peach. What he saw...it was a man. Clearly drugged by the magikoopa's herbs by the dazed look in his eyes. King Boo stared at the man the whole ceremony. Including when that Mario stomped on his head and rescued his brother from stepping into lava.
Sometime later, a second invitation appeared, saying that Bowser would marry Greenie.
He did not attend. He did..not think of why the bride-to-be was drugged.
Swallowing, Terrence said, "The Koopa King. He made you..." his love slave? rape victim?
"He did more. Worse."
Terrence shifted into his Boo form and teleported away. He sent a quick message to Chef Boo-Guy to send fresh food to the new human.
In the safety of his throne room, King Boo let tension lift from him.
I've done the same. He's here against his will. Sober, and yet I still took advantage.
King Boo looked at his nubs, feeling the magic deal shimmer with purple energy.
Bowser's a brute. A selfish egomaniac who lusts for unattainable goals.
King Boo shook his nub. He turned to his throne, a giant Bonhams style chair, made of twisted oaks from Evershade with a violet plush pillow on the seat. He shifted to his human form to cross his legs and steeple his fingers.
I'm better. Way better. And...he's here. I'm not letting him go. He's breathtaking if I had breath.
The king groaned the plane of reality shifting with his emotions.
"I want him," he spoke to the empty room. "I want him with me. By my side. Hidden." Terrence slumped in the chair, deep frown on his face. "I'm not a good guy. I'm evil, angry, and selfish. But, I would never hurt him like-like that."
The thought, the implications, the further "Worse" of what Terrence had yet to discover made him gag.
"He's mine now, Bowser," he said to an empty. He stood, eyes a fire. "He'll stay. I will make sure of that...I will make it that he won't ever desire freedom from me!"
An evil beaming grin enveloped the king's face, sharp teeth gleaming and tongue sticking out.