CrocsandSocks

...Hey. I, uh, wanted to ask you something. I know you don't remember me, and I barely know you, but I gotta know something. Don't ask me why. Have you ever loved someone that you can never have? I mean, you're not much to look at, so surely there's some girl you fancy out there that doesn't want you back. I think everyone loves someone that way, whether they know it, or if they care to admit it. ...Yeah, I know, it's a ridiculous question, so don't remind me. But it's not like people can help it, right? Love isn't exactly something you can order around. It kinda does it's own thing, and it doesn't really give a shit about anyone's opinions.

Dimentio wasn't always the way he is. Long before he was hired by Count Bleck to end all worlds, he was known to be a very sociable and playful child. He had a mother. A father. A younger sister, too. And he loved them all very much. They were his entire world--his rock that his happiness was built upon. His birth name was Dimitri, and he lived a full and good life anyone would be envious of. Every morning he would play in the garden behind their home with his sister, catching bugs and picking flowers for Mother. His father would sit him upon his lap and read him stories of long-passed heroes while dinner was being prepared. Then, when the m

One summer night in a place humans roam, long before others settled in their home, a girl clad in red sat up in her bed. She just couldn't sleep with her thoughts in her head. Grabbing her lantern and stepping away from the other two girls, in rest as they laid, the tiny young girl snuck out of her tent and went somewhere she was sure the others hadn't went. It was an oasis in a desert of fear that no other girl had been even near. A mirror-like pond rippled as wings of nightingales swooped by, preparing to sing. Their voices pierced through the dark of the night. That and the starry sky made quite a sight. The girl was ecstatic! She now had

20 - Dancing The clock read 10:00 pm when the dance started. More people had shown up to the dance than anyone had expected, but they just went along with it; the more the merrier, and all that crap. There were people of all shapes and sizes attending the party--King Dedede was leading a crowd in doing the macarena, Falco was showing off (as per usual), and...was that Ganondorf over there...? Needless to say, everyone who was anyone was present. Jigglypuff spent most of the night atop the stage with Falcon and Olimar, performing for the crowd. The pink Pokemon usually reserved her voice for Brawls, as she could easy lull opponents to sleep

19 - In formal wear "Snake, where's my tie?" "It's on your dresser," Snake replied, rolling his eyes. "I thought I told you that." Luigi grunted and snatched the green tie off the black shelf, wrapping it around his neck. He walked over to the mirror, brushing a lock of brown hair out of his face. Fumbling with his tie, Luigi strapped the base around his neck and fiddled with the two ends. "These things are impossible to do," he grumbled, becoming frustrated. Snake looked over, obviously amused. The mercenary was already finished dressing; he wore a sleek black tuxedo over a white collared shirt, complete with shiny boots and a carnation i

18 - Doing something together Luigi always hated the dark. That fact repeated itself throughout his entire life. From childhood to adulthood, Luigi couldn't really bear being alone without any light. Granted, it wasn't too unusual for him to have a fear of the dark. But it was unusual for him to cling to that phobia for longer than a few years. That made Luigi the subject of teasing during his high school era, which was one of the many reasons the Italian turned reclusive and timid around others. He became rather shy, and his prior friendships started slipping away as a result. You could say the dark is what shaped his personality. Perhaps