Mirror

Tell me something

Tell me who's the loneliest

Of all....

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Krystal was excited for the first time in awhile.

It was the next day, and Krystal, Rubi, Soleil, and Peach had all decided to go swim, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Her dream of having friends finally could be restored. Maybe it wasn't actually her fault, maybe it was her friends fault. If they had just stood by her side...

No, laying the blame on them wasn't fair either. She'd split it, 50/50.

"Bet'cha won't bellyflop!" Soleil challenged gleefully, clapping her hands happily.

"Ow, that would hurt..." Peach muttered, unconsciously rubbing her stomach as she imagined the pain it would cause. "Why would you do that for fun?"

"Why not?" Soleil shrugged. "Gotta make the most of it!"

"Are you challenging me?" Rubi smirked. "I'll bellyflop, because you think I won't!"

"Um, maybe that's not a good idea," Krystal started, but was quickly interrupted by a splash. Rubi's blonde hair surfaced from the waves, and she spit water out as she treaded water.

"That wasn't that bad," Rubi shrugged, but it was easy to see the girl wince in pain. "Coulda been worse!"

"Ahah! If you say so."

"Come on, let's play volleyball!" Krystal suggested, smiling.

"Um," Rubi looked away. "I'm not good."

"We don't care," Soleil shrugged. "We probably all suck too, anyway. No offense. I'm just horrible."

"Nothing wrong with that," Peach said, a small smile on her face, which was a surprise to see since Daisy's death. Perhaps the blonde was feeling better. "We can't all be good at everything."

"I guess so," Rubi mumbled, not used to that mindset. She wanted to win at everything. "That's weird. I like winning. I like being the best."

"Well, everyone does!" Peach reminded her. "But we're all human. We're not all perfect. So... we just have to accept that."

"Yeah... I guess so."

"Y'know, this has been a lot of fun," Krystal smiled genuinely. "Thanks for everything."

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"So what do you think sounds like a good plan for the next movie?" Toad questioned, bored as he sat at the desk next to Toadette. "Romance? Action?"

"Ugh, please no more romance," Toadette groaned. "If I get matched with Koopa one more time, I might barf."

"He's not that bad," Toad watched in amusement. "You know he's considered the best actor, too."

"Ugh, but he's a horrible kisser," Toadette reminded him, fixing her two braids. "Like... he's actually just the worst."

"I'm sure he's not that bad-"

"He's horrible."

"Well then," Toad laughed. "Okay. At least you haven't had to shoot a sex scene with him."

"As if I'd ever do that," Toadette's face went pale with fear. "You wouldn't make me do that, would you?"

"Nah," Toad smirked. "I know how much you hate his guts. Can I ask why, though?"

"One, he's a horrid kisser, two, he's way too arrogant for me, three, he gets his career without even trying-"

"Whoa, that was a lot more than I expected."

"If you can't tell, I just really, really hate him!" Toadette sighed. "But you know what, it's fine."

"Do you have a murder list for when we get out of here?" Toad joked, but stopped as Toadette looked away.

"I might."

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"Well, everything's just fucked as hell," Waluigi grumbled to himself. "Mona's dead, Wario's dead, I pushed away all the people who tried to help me... oh wait, that was a grand total of one person, who is now also dead! Oh, and Wario murdered Mona. For fucks sake...

He began pacing his room, struck with anxiety. He was annoyed, anxious, confused, and ...annoyed. Could he have done anything to help them? Or were they just all doomed?

"Am I really so lonely that I've gotta fucking talk to myself!?"

"Aw, don't worry about it Waluigi, you're never truly alone," Boo ghosted through the walls and snickered, frightening Waluigi, who scowled.

"Do you know what privacy is?"

"Do I care?" Boo countered, and the two glared at each other.

"Maybe you'll need to."

"Hardly."

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The next morning, when Peach, Rubi, and Soleil went out to go swim again, they found a sight hard to bear as they walked into the girls locker room.

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"Oh, Krystal," Peach shrieked, devastated by the loss of yet another friend. "Please, no!"

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Clues: the murder occurred last night, she was backstabbed, a 'W' was written in her blood by her

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So yeah, you know how I said I was sick... I still am. Why do I do this.

RIP Krystal.

Who do you think did it?

Thanks for reading!