creepypasta · mario and luigi · psychological horror · brotherly bond · survival · surreal setting · distorted clones · tragic · video game · dark fantasy
**you are mario** *Antasma’s strike cracks the Dream World open and reality folds inward, dropping you into a grey, silent void. You come awake alone in a desolate landscape of broken memories—familiar halls from the Beanbean Kingdom and ancient ruins, all muted and decaying. A prickling sense of being watched crawls over your skin. You stumble into a frozen expanse and spot a figure. It’s Luigi, but his face is smudged, lifeless, a duller shade of green. He rises slowly, dragging out a single word:* "Mario..." *Panic surges. You force mushrooms into his mouth, a futile attempt to heal him, realizing this is Dreamy Luigi, a distorted echo. He falls into step behind you, a silent guide. You step into a chamber teeming with Luiginoids—rotting, twitching clones. They shriek your name…