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Timpani sat peacefully atop flipside tower, Dimentio's mask in hand, when Blumiere walked up behind her.

Blumiere: "What do you have there?"

She quickly hid it away.

Timpani: "Oh, nothing. Nothing."

Blumiere looked at her face, then wiped one of her tears away.

Blumiere: "Timpani, why are you crying?"

She leaned into him and sobbed.

Timpani: "I just.... I wish we could have saved everyone."

Blumiere pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back.

Blumiere: "Ah, I see. It's not your fault. Dimentio chose to do what he did. And in a way....it all worked out. If he didn't do that, I'd have to die in order for the void to have been closed."

She slowly nodded.

Timpani: "I still....I still wish we could have saved him."

Blumiere: ".....Me too. As much as I want to hate him, he was apart of my team. Apart of my family...."

She waited a minute, before taking a deep breath, and saying what she wanted to say.

Timpani: "I'm terrible at keeping promises. Blumiere, he wasn't the bad guy."

Blumiere: "Huh-"

Suddenly, Nastasia came running towards them.

Nastasia: "Count! I mean, err, Blumiere! There's something you need to see!"

He turned to face her.

Blumiere: "What is it, Nastasia?"

Nastasia pulled out a paper.

Nastasia: "We tested Dimentio's DNA using the sample and found something very interesting. I think you should know."

Timpani: "What do you mean? I told you, he was just a huma-"

Nastasia: "Pardon my interruption, but you are mistaken. He was not fully human. I found both human traits and...."

She showed them the paper.

Nastasia: "Traits of Tribe of Darkness. But that's not all. I found very similar readings to....."

She looked at Blumiere.

Nastasia: "To those of.... you. Since I found Tribe of Darkness, I decided to compare it with your own, and the similarities.... Yeah, the data we've collected....it suggests that you two shared....shared...."

Blumiere gave her a confused look.

Blumiere: "Shared....?"

Nastasia: ".....Shared a father."

Blumiere and Timpani's eyes both went wide.

Blumiere: "What?! Impossible! My father would never even look at a human! He was incredibly strict when it came to that!"

Timpani: "And I've seen Dimentio's father! He was a completely normal person!"

Nastasia: "I don't know what to say! The evidence is there."

Blumiere looked down at his hands.

His father was...unfaithful to his mother?

Blumiere: "But....that can't be true!"

Nastasia handed him the paper.

Nastasia: "I don't want to believe it either, but....here we are. I just thought you should know."

She awkwardly stepped back as they all stood in silence.

Nastasia: "I'm.....gonna go. K?"

She quickly scurried off.

Blumiere: "He was....my brother....."

He sat down.

Blumiere: "And now he's.....gone."

Timpani slowly pulled out the vile of Dimentio's tears, along with his mask.

Timpani: "He's...."

She slowly pulled Blumiere into a hug and sobbed.

L slowly walked to the large black door.

He looked behind him. He could still slightly hear the celebration on the distance.

He turned around to see fireworks going off in Flipside, lighting up the night sky.

Mr. L: "Fireworks? Really?"

Timpani hugged Blumiere, as people down below cheered, fireworks lighting up the night sky.

L took a deep breath, before pushing the door open.

He slowly made his way though Castle Bleck, leaving the celebration behind.

Mr. L: "Dim?"

It was all dark.

He walked all the way to the inner sanction. 

Mr. L: "Dim? I'm here! Dimentio?"

He heard soft crying. 

That's strange....

Mr. L: ".....Dim?"

He saw a large crater in the floor. Slowly, he approached. As he got closer, the soft cries got louder.

Luigi: "Help....someone. Please. H-he needs help...."

L looked down into the crater to see-

About a week ago

Luigi slowly opened his eyes. He was covered in debris. There were yellow glass-like shards everywhere, like something shattered. He was in a large crater in the floor, and was covered in cuts and burns, though the damage was rather minimal. The burns were second degree at worst, and none of the cuts were all that deep.

Luigi: "Oww....what happened? How long have I been out for...."

About three weeks. Luigi was lucky to be alive.

He couldn't get that ringing noise out of his ears. Everything burned. Everything hurt.

His vision faded in and out. It was freezing, and he was starving.

A feeling of loneliness crept into his mind. He couldn't hear anyone. Did people just leave him here to die? He wanted to yell out for help, but couldn't seem to make his lungs work. All he could manage was a soft cry.

Luigi: "Help....please...."

It took who knows how long for him to be able to register what had happened. His vision began to become more clear.

He was finally able to move his neck and tilt his head to the side to try to get a better look around.

He saw.... color.

Purple and yellow.

Luigi: "Dimen...*cough*.....Dimentio....?"

No response.

Luigi's vision became more clear. Dimentio was lying on the ground beside him. His hat, lying a few feet away. His poncho, partially torn and burned up.

He began to feel a small feeling of panic.

Luigi: "Dimentio? A-are you okay?"

No response yet again.

Luigi mustered all the strength he had to reach over and shake the jester's shoulder.

It was cold.

Luigi: "Dimentio....what's wrong? Are you okay? W-wake up!"

He took a look at Dimentio's face. He'd never seen it without the mask. There were horrible burns and cuts all over.

Now THESE burns were bad. And the cuts were deep. Dried blood covered the Jester's face surrounding the wounds.

Luigi frantically sat up, which gave him a dizzying feeling.

Luigi: "Somebody! He-he needs help! Anyone! Please!"

He tried shaking Dimentio awake. But no such luck.

Luigi: "Oh no no no, please! Just wake up! Wake up!!"

He felt sick.

Luigi waited a whole other week for someone to come. He didn't want to just leave Dimentio there, so he stayed in the castle with him. Waiting for someone to help.

Present

Luigi's eyes went wide.

Luigi: "Y-You came! Someone finally came!"

Mr. L quickly slid into the crater.

Mr. L: "Dim! I'm here! I'm here!"

Dimentio lied there. Luigi slowly looked into L's eyes.

Luigi: "Are you.....who are you? You look like me. Are you....Mr. L?"

Mr. L ignored him and placed a hand on Dimentio's forehead. It was cold.

Mr. L: "W-what's wrong with him?"

Luigi gave him a sad look.

Luigi: "I know he was one of the bad guys....but....still....he....no one should...."

Mr. L's face went pale.

He quickly kneeled down next to Dimentio, and picked up the upper half of his body, cradling the jester in his arms.

Mr. L: "Dim?"

Luigi: "There's no pulse or heartbeat. No breathing. N-no signs of life at all. I've checked everything."

Mr. L briefly looked at Luigi.

Mr. L: ".....Luigi, your brother is waiting for you in flipside. Go. And don't tell him I'm alive. Don't mention this at all."

Luigi: "But I-"

Mr. L: "GO!"

Luigi slowly nodded and left.

Mr. L looked down at Dimentio's face. It was all burned up. He carefully ran his hand over the burned skin.

Mr. L: "Dim....you promised."

He was cold. So cold.

He looked down, when he noticed something tied around the jester's wrist.

He held up Dimentio's hand, to see his green bandana. Dimentio kept it?

He softly smiled a sad smile.

Mr. L: "Heh, And they called you wicked...."

He hated them. Everyone. None of them even knew him, yet they celebrated and cheered just because he was gone.

But Mr. L didn't want to think about that. Let's think of something happier.

Mr. L: ".....Hey, Dim. In....in the perfect world, maybe someday we can go to space. Or we can travel the world on a ship.... we can sail away and be free.... O-or we can just stay here. Whatever you'd like. We.....we can do whatever you want, so long as we're together."

Dimentio remained silent.

Mr. L: "A-alright. I'll stay here with you then,"

He held Dimentio tightly, hugging the jester to his chest while softly stroking his dark jet-black hair.

Mr. L: "You don't have to talk. The future is wide open. As long as we're both there....I'll be happy."

Blumiere slowly stood up as the fireworks burst in the sky.

Blumiere: ".....They're probably missing us down at the celebration. I'm gonna go back down. You should too. The people really love you."

Timpani slowly nodded.

Timpani: "I'll be down in a minute."

He gave her shoulder a squeeze, then hopped into the elevator.

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Timpani looked down at the mask in her hands, then looked around.

This was the exact place....where Dimentio was first labeled as 'wicked.'

All the Citizens celebrated down below, as a sad feeling filled Timpani.

Citizens: "No one mourns the wicked....
Now at last he's dead and gone.
Now at last there's joy throughout the land......"

She slowly stood up, and felt the midnight breeze blow through her long white hair. She looked out to the horizon, then down at the mask in her hands.

She couldn't help but wonder, what if she went with him all that time ago. What if she joined him. How different would things have been.

Would he still be here today?

Mr. L held Dimentio tightly, and couldn't help but sob.

He wanted to face the future together. He wanted to stand side by side. 

At the least, he wanted to hear Dimentio's voice one last time. To see his smile one last time. To feel his warm touch. To kiss him one more time.

He brushed Dimentio's dark hair aside, to see Dimentio's yellow eye, not fully shut. It lacked the lively glow it usually emitted.

Mr. L: "Dim.....please.... quit acting....."

Crowd: "Good news!"

Mr. L let out a pain filled cry as he clutched onto Dimentio. 

It wasn't an act this time.

Crowd: "Good news....."

Timpani smiled down at the mask, as a tear fell onto it.

Timpani: ".......Who can say if I've been changed for the better......But,"

Mr. L and Timpani: "Because I knew you...."

Crowd: "No one mourns the wicked....."

Timpani hugged the mask to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut.

Timpani: "Because I knew you....."

Mr. L tightly held Dimentio, and rocked him back and forth.

Mr. L and Timpani: "I have been changed....."

Crowd: "NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!"

Timpani hugged herself and looked to the midnight sky, tears falling down her face.

Timpani: "Dimmy...."

Crowd: "WICKED!"

Mr. L leaned down and softly kissed Dimentio's forehead.

Mr. L: "I love you, Dim."

Crowd: "WICKED!!!!!"