First of all, a big thank you to everyone who voted in my poll! ^^
Write a story of 100 one-shots got the most votes, so that's what I'm doing.
Here's one-shot 1/100!
Dimentio lay on the ground hugging his stomach. He moaned loudly.
Mr. L smirked at his. "I told you it was impossible to win an eating contest against a Yoshi."
Dimentio looked up at him and glared. "Shut up."
"Hey, this was your idea, not mine."
It was true; what had started out as the two friends taking a walk through Dimble Woods turned into an eating contest between Dimentio and a green Yoshi.
Mr. L wasn't really sure how it happened, but the next he knew his friend and the Yoshi were trying to prove they could eat more than the other one could. He had to admit though; Dimentio gave it his best shot and did pretty well. But as almost everyone in the Mushroom Kingdom knows, a Yoshi is practically a bottomless pit that could eat for days straight.
Mr. L sighed. "I guess we should get you home. Think you can walk?"
"L, I don't think I can even sit up, let alone walk."
"That bad, huh?"
"Well….you could teleport yourself home," Mr. L suggested.
"I'm not sure I have the strength to…" Dimentio said quietly.
"Don't you worry, Dim. I'll figure something out."
"Don't worry about me; just go home."
Mr. L shook his head. "Not happening. I can't just leave you out here like this! I'm sure I could carry you or—"
"Don't bother trying. I'll make it home on my own time."
"Dim… Are you sure?"
Dimentio sighed. "Yes, just go."
So Mr. L did the only thing he could: he turned and walked home.
After walking only ten feet he bit his lip and turned around. He couldn't help but feel bad for Dimentio. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Not to mention he probably felt really sick.
What am I thinking? Mr. L jogged away. After all the bad stuff he's done to me and everyone else you'd think I'd be glad he's suffering.
He slowed down to a walk and bit his lip again, harder.
But…even after everything I guess he is still my friend. Sort of.
"That's it," he said out loud, "I have to get some help. There's no way in the Underwhere I can just leave him there all night alone!"
Dimentio quietly whimpered in pain.
It was starting to get dark and he still hadn't move an inch.
His stomach hurt so bad he was afraid it would hurt even more if he moved. If only that Yoshi was still around; he would have someone to talk with at least.
What in the worlds was I thinking telling L to just go on without me? he wondered.
Sighing, he knew he was in for a long night.
Might as well get some rest then. Dimentio closed his eyes and prayed sleep would come to take him away from the pain he was in.
He must have fallen asleep, because he awoke ten minutes later.
In the dark he could barely see someone knelling down in front of his.
"Yes, it's me," Count Bleck whispered in a comforting voice. "Let's get you home, alright?"
Dimentio nodded, eager for the warmth of his bed.
Count Bleck gently picked the boy up and teleported both of them to Castle Bleck.
Dimentio didn't mind too much when Count Bleck carried him up to his room. He felt safe in the count's arm.
"How did you find me?" he asked as Count Bleck put him in his bed.
"Mr. L told me what happened as he got home," the count explained. "I quickly went out to find you and bring you home. I started to panic when the sun set, but luckily I heard you moaning in your sleep; I might not have found you otherwise."
He removed Dimentio's mask and hat then set them aside.
"Now, get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."
Count Bleck left and Dimentio closed his eyes.
I hope the count's right, he thought drowsily. I hope I feel better in the morning. 'Cause I feel pretty freakin' sick right now!
His stomach let out a deep, painful rumble.
Ooooh… This is going to be a very long night…
The sun shone brightly through Mr. L's window the next morning, waking him up.
"I would have a room with a window that let's the sun shine in my face," he groaned for at least the hundredth time since he started living in Castle Bleck. Mr. L preferred sleeping in late.
Yawning, he got out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom.
He found Dimentio already in there, sitting on the floor by the toilet.
"You don't look so good this morning, Dim," he commented.
"Yes, good morning to you, too."
Mr. L sat down on the side of bathtub. "You feeling any better today?"
"Do you really think I would be in here like this if I was feeling better?" Dimentio snapped.
"I was just asking! You don't have to yell at me."
Upset, Mr. L stood up and turned to leave.
"No, wait!" Dimentio said quickly. "You're right; I didn't mean to snap at you."
Mr. L turned around to see Dimentio smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry, L. Being sick doesn't put me in the best moods."
Mr. L smiled back. "Yeah, I can tell. You want some help getting back your room?"
"No, I think I'll stay a little longer."
"How long have you been in here?" Mr. L asked as he sat down again.
"I don't even know. I woke up about five-thirty and still don't feel that good, so I came in here—you know, just in case—and haven't moved since."
"Geez, you've for about an hour then."
"Ahem. Are you two almost done?"
Startled, they both looked up the doorway and saw Nastasia standing there.
"I would like to take a shower and this is the only bathroom where I can do that, 'k?" she continued.
"Are you kidding?" Mr. L asked in disbelief. "You're up and ready to start the day at this hour?"
"Actually, I've been awake since six."
"Oh my Grambi. You're weird, Nassy."
She looked amused. "And I think you're weird because you like sleeping in."
"Whatever. Come on, Dim. I'll help back to bed." Mr. L helped the ill boy to his feet and slowly walked him to his room.
"The count told me you told him that I needed help last night." Dimentio crawled into his bed. "Thanks, L."
Mr. L smiled. "Well, I couldn't just leave you out there alone. Besides, even if I didn't say anything everyone would have noticed you were missing." He covered Dimentio up with his blanket. "Get some rest; you'll need it."
As Mr. L walked out of the room, he thought he heard his friend whisper, "Thank you."
Dimentio spent the day in bed resting.
When he wasn't sleeping, Mr. L stayed with him and kept him company.
The next morning Dimentio woke up a little earlier than he would have liked, but was pleased to notice his stomach no longer ached.
Thank you, L, he though as he lay back down and closed his eyes. If it weren't for you, I don't think I could have gotten through yesterday.
Please don't kill me if you're getting tired of me writing stories with Dimentio getting sick.
I can't help myself; it's just so fun! :3
Dimentio: Why don't you be mean to someone else for once?!