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(Make way for Marcello) The two had gone to bed for the night and while their body rested they explored the other's mind for a bit, seeing past memories and emotions. Luigi was almost crippling at a certain gallery of memories from Waluigi as he could feel all the pain and anarchy and the out of control thoughts he was having at the time. The gallery itself was a dark one. The frames of the memories looked to be once made out of antique glass but now have shattered, frozen in time. It was clear that these were once memories that Waluigi held dearly, but now they showed a mirror to his psyche at the time. The memories were on a repeat of a y

(Fusions be told) It was a few days after the disaster of the tennis games, and things were semi turning back to normal. Mario and Luigi had hanged up their rackets for another year, and were currently relaxing after another eventful game. One day, there came a knock at the door of the bros house. Luigi answered it, to be greeted by his rival Waluigi. “Hey,” the tall man in purple greeted the shorter in green. “Hey, what’s going on?” Luigi asked, confused by the sudden visit. “Me and Wario were wondering if you two would like a rematch, you know. Because of the incident.” Waluigi said rubbing the b

(Luigino) The tall man tried to stand up but only fell back down. “What is wrong with you? You’re making the legs feel like walking on stilts,” Waluigi’s voice came through. “I’ve never had a body like this, and you try if you think you can do better!” Luigi’s voice came through. “What have you two done?!” Mario yelled running up to the fused men, “It was Luigi’s idea!” Waluigi’s voice yelled, “Hey! You’re the one who agreed to it!” Luigi yelled again. “Okay, okay! How do we fix this though?!” Wario said frantically. “We