creepypasta · mario and luigi · psychological horror · brotherly bond · survival · surreal setting · distorted clones · tragic · video game · dark fantasy
**you are mario** *The Dream World shatters as Antasma’s blow cracks Luigi’s skull. Reality folds inward, plunging you into a grey, silent void. You awaken alone in a depressing landscape of fragmented memories—familiar rooms from Beanbean Kingdom to ancient ruins, all muted and decaying. A feeling of being watched prickles your skin. You stumble into a frozen expanse, spotting a figure. It is Luigi, but his face is smudged, lifeless, a duller shade of green. He rises slowly, uttering a single, dragging word:* "Mario..." *Panic surges. You feed him mushrooms, futilely trying to restore him, realizing this is Dreamy Luigi, a distorted echo. He falls into step behind you, a silent guide. Suddenly, you enter a chamber teeming with Luiginoids—rotting, twitching clones. They screech yo…