''Waluigi? Please, wake up! What happened?''

Shawn?

My vision was still completely black, but my hearing started to get better again. I still felt the dizziness and the nausea, it was horrible. What was happening to me? Why was this happening? 

''Waluigi!'' Shawn cried out. I tried to find him but black spots blocked my view, it was like someone had painted my eyes with ink. But soon the black spots started to fade and my vision turned back to normal once again. I could see the clear sky above me and Shawn staring at me with a concerned look. ''Waluigi! Thank god, you're awake!'' He said.

''What... happened?'' I asked confused as I turned my head to the left, Mario and Peach was standing beside me looking very worried.

''I-I don't know. You fell to the ground so suddenly and then... you started to scream. You sounded like you were in great pain, and you tried to crawl away but didn't get very far until you went completely limp.''

''What?'' I said. ''I don't remember trying to crawl anywhere, or screaming for that matter.''

''You should go home and get some rest, you're not in shape to work today.'' Shawn said strictly and crossed his arms.

''No, no I'm fine.'' I said and tried to get up, only to feel a pain in the wound on my neck. ''Nonsense!'' Shawn said angrily. ''Go home, I'll take it from here until you get better!''

''You'll be fine without me?'' I asked and stared at him in a sarcastic way. He smiled patiently as he nodded his head rapidly. ''Go home and get some rest.''

This day was so weird. I almost couldn't process what had happened. I got home and as soon as I got close to the door I could hear Chompy inside barking. Great, now I had to deal with this loudmouth too. Can my day get any worse?

I unlocked the door and Chompy jumped right into me. I tried to pet him but he growled and ran back inside again. Was he still mad at me from yesterday? Come on, give up!

I collapsed onto the sofa in the living room and didn't bother to even change from my working uniform. I just lied there and let my head rest a bit. I tried to puzzle together what was happening, it HAD to do with those fucking cultists! There's no other explanation!

''What will I do?'' I sighed and put my hands on my face to wipe off a little sweat.

The day went on as I didn't move a single inch from my sofa. I didn't even bother eating, I was used to not eat very much anyway so it didn't bother me anyway. Chompy calmed down after a while but still didn't let his guard down. It was like he didn't know me anymore, like I was a wild beast to him. I felt so tired, and warm, and dizzy, pretty much like shit altogether. And Rosalina were coming home in a few days, if she found out that I was sick then she would be very worried about me and never stop treating me like a baby, which I didn't like at all, even if it was sweet of her to care so much about me.

I fell asleep on the couch tonight. I just wanted to get rid of this nausea. I'd probably have to stay home tomorrow too if it kept going like this.

*The next day*

I woke up covered in sweat, more peculiar was the fact that I felt like I didn't get any sleep at all. I rushed to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. The mysterious burn on my neck was still there, so it wasn't a dream after all...

*Bark, bark!*

''Chompy, please. I'm not in the mood to even get angry anymore.'' I said as I examined my face even more, I had gotten bags under my eyes, my mustache was not combed, my hair was messy and somewhat wet and my eyes were a little red. I basically looked like a drug dealer right now. How could I look like this over just one night? And how could I be so tired? It had to be at least 12:00 right now.

My telephone suddenly rang, I picked up immediately and Shawn was panting on the other side of the line. ''Wah... *huff* Waluigi? *Pant* Are you awake?'' He asked me as he gasped for air.

''Yeah, what's with you? You sound like you've been running in a marathon.''

''I've... *hahh* I've been all over the office this morning. When I'm doing your job I realize how good it is to have such long legs as you do. I never knew that your paperwork contained so much walking.'' He panted. ''How are you feeling?''

''I'm feeling like shit, just like yesterday. Something bad is going on with my body but I don't know what.''

''Just stay home and... *huff* relax, Waluigi. I'll keep you updated over the phone... speaking of updates: there's been a... *puff* new attack by the cultists ''monster'' last night. A Goomba got injured pretty badly.''

''Did he say anything that can be of any help to our investigation?'' I asked.

''No... *hah* He's just like the Toadette... He didn't see much of the attacker himself. But he did say that he could see its hand... *huff* it had a white glove with claws sticking out of its fingertips.''

''White gloves ey? Some very recognizable persons in the mushroom kingdom have white gloves. Mario, Luigi, Wario-''

''Yeah, but they *hahhh* couldn't have done it... maybe Wario, but he doesn't have any claws, right?''

''True.'' I agreed. ''Okay, I'll let you go back to work, now. Call me if something happens.''

''Sure can do!'' Shawn said and cancelled the call. I went to my kitchen and slid down against the wall until I was sitting down with my knees against my chest. Chompy looked at me angrily. ''Go away if you don't like me Chompy. Don't just stare.'' I said tiredly. Chompy did as I said and he bounced away quietly, it suprised me that he did what I told him at this point.

I decided to go out into my backyard. It was sunny so why not? I opened the backdoor and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, the birds were chirping happily but other than that, it was quiet. I walked in and out, in and out. Thinking about everything that was happening to me. I decided to change into my everyday clothes. My ''vanilla'' look, as Wario likes to call it. Black overalls, long sleeved purple shirt, genie shoes and my trusty hat that I would never not wear... well, maybe not at nice occurrences. But during my change of clothes I noticed that my leg hurt, I rolled up my pants and saw a long red burn mark streching between my ankle and knee. Where did theese burn marks come from?!

Just as I finished changing, somebody knocked on the door. I opened it carefully but saw that nobody was there. Weird. Then I noticed something lying on my doormat. A small package saying ''to Waluigi Wario''. I grabbed it and brought it inside and put it on the kitchen counter. It was a brown package tied very loosely together with black string. I didn't have time to open it though, since as soon as I put it down, I got a message on my phone. I took it out of my pocket, hoping that it was Shawn who had something to say about our case, but no... it was Wario of all people.

*Hey Wall-Luigi! I heard you were escaping work today, can I come over for a while?*

Wall-Luigi? That's the name of one of my soccer moves! How dare he call me that? Although it IS a clever name. And ''escaping''? I don't know what kind of jobs he has worked on but on my job we don't ''escape'' from work. Why did he want to meet me anyway? Wasn't he just going to watch TV while the money from his casino rolled in? Although it would maybe be a bit calming to hang out with him for a change, like old times (although it often resulted in me getting injured). I sighed as I messaged him back.

*Sure, come whenever you want.*

What has he planned now? I knew that he wouldn't want to meet me just for chatting.

So that was it for this time. I kind of felt a little bored while writing this so excuse me if it came out boring! D: The thing is that I've just been completely occupied by watching lazytown episodes and reading Sportarobbie fanfiction for several days and I can't stop. I've turned into complete lazytown trash! Please vote and comment, and I'll make sure to make the next chapter more funny or something... I don't know anymore...