Bowser Is A Jerk, Part 2014239891b

[ihateplumbers]

Several months ago, Itchymarbles had gotten underneath Bowser's skin. He'd taken to the occasional bomb-throwing into the annoying student's room since then, but that was losing its luster. It no longer had that fresh feeling of antagonism, the high of pure, unadulterated opposition.

So, he went trolling on the internet to see if he could dig up anything about Indiemango; what he found was surprising. So surprising that their contents cannot be revealed here, dear reader.

However, he learned enough to formulate a beautiful plan.

There is an invisible magikoopa trailing Kibbletango. Whenever Kittytaco is in a hallway alone, or in the bathroom alone, a certain someone will appear at the end of the hallway. Or peeking in over the stall. And that beautiful laughter (they've been practicing, so that their ancient, dust-covered magikoopa throats can manage it with a bit of magic to help).

It always disappears around a corner or after looking down in the stall (not creepy at all, guys) for a moment, too quickly to be caught up with. Invisiblity + teleportation is fun.

Also, because Bowser saw how poorly Krinkletable took Mondo's... well, you know... Bowser used his teleportation to pop himself into Mondo and Kindertrumpet's room during class hours to smear a couple of pounds worth of butter in Mondo's sheets, and tossed a couple of pancakes in cornhead's sock drawer, just to help create a feeling of goodwill and care. Wait, no. Paranoia and fear. That's it. Paranoia and fear.

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[forgetbeam]

[He does have a point... The last thing he needs right now is more reminders of that place.]

...You're certain that you haven't seen anything suspicious? Something that shouldn't be here?

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Mondo gives the room a once-over with his eyes, as though to jog his memory or double-check.]

...Can't say I have. Besides the butter and pancakes.

[Though opening his mind to thinking back on things guides him in another direction. He glances over to his roommate, who looks tense. Sure, he had a reason to right now, but he'd seen that look on his face a lot lately. It was never anything big enough to mention, though when the incidents added up, now might be a good time.]

What about you? Somethin'... buggin' you? [He looks squarely in his eyes, like he's silently commanding him to answer honestly.]

[forgetbeam]

[He meets Mondo's gaze for a long moment in that intense, unblinking, often uncomfortable way of his. Then he actually looks away, because he can't deal with the scrutiny when he feels like he actually has something to hide, which isn't a situation he's familiar with. He may not be in the habit of publicly announcing his more personal thoughts and feelings, but it's even rarer that he's trying to cover something up.

He's a bad liar, and he knows he can't do it. If there's anybody he can confide in about what's plaguing him, it's Naegi Mondo. Maybe it will put his mind at ease.

Except for the part about Hifumi. No point in bringing that up.]

...Am I going mad? I keep seeing Monokuma... and hearing that laughter... But surely, even this prank happening so shortly is only a coincidence! It's only the result of an overactive imagination!

[Yeah if anyone is super imaginative it's Kiyotaka, sure.]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

[Just hearing his problem's details was enough to make his skin prickle coldly. No matter how you look at it, seeing and hearing that bear from hell was never good, even if it was just a figment of a disturbed imagination. Mondo winces a little, a visible sign that he sympathizes with him and understands how scary that would be.]

Well, I didn't hear or see anything like that. Maybe it's just stress bearin' down on you?

[forgetbeam]

Of course! That's all it is.

[Feels kinda good to have someone else say that, too.]

In fact, after a good night's sleep, I'll be back at one hundred percent and none of that will be a problem anymore!

[Good luck getting a restful night's sleep though...]

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

You'd better be! [DON'T LOOK NOW BRO but there's an arm around your shoulder.] I'll be here to hold you to that!

[...He really, really hopes he's just hallucinating.]