Who are you? (SMG4 au) [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue

TWS: This story may contain swearing, mild violence, angst and blood. 

If one of those things make you uncomfortable, read at your own risk or don't read at all. I will include warnings at the start of a chapter if it is needed. I'm not sure if I will do any shipping in this story, so don't expect it.

*None of the characters belong to me, they all belong to SMG4/GLITCH PRODUCTIONS*

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"It's gotta be perfect" SMG4 kept repeating.

Those words were written on the walls, engraved in them.

Whispers echoed around the room, repeating those words. 

The piles of broken monitors, the victims of SMG4's blind rage, all reflected those words.

The keyboards, who had also met their end, now spelled out only those words.

They were everywhere. Those words. THOSE GOD FORSAKEN WORDS.

SMG4 had gone too far. They didn't know if they could save him. Could they? Were they strong enough? Did they even care about SMG4 enough to save him? Would they willingly, without second thought, put their lives on the line? 

Their minds were crawling with doubt. 

The air in the castle was heavy. It was like no one opened a window in there for ages. It was stuffy and the walls weren't looking happy, as they did before.

The paint was chipping off. The wallpaper was burnt and charred, like someone pressed a cigarette onto it and the paper never stopped burning.

The paintings on the walls. They were once bright and happy and they led to other worlds, who were also bright. Those worlds were once filled with sunshine, the grass was green and flowers were in bloom. Those worlds were filled with friendly faces and smiling souls.

The paintings on the walls. They were now falling off, dark and ruined. Many of them stopped being portals to worlds. And the ones that still did lead somewhere, didn't lead to stunning, awe-inspiring and cloudless worlds anymore. Now, they lead to dark, disfigured worlds where you couldn't find a living soul.  

It was no longer a place of dreams, but a place of nightmares. Where the smallest doubt would worm it's way into your mind and give you a panic attack.

The way you felt the moment you stepped a foot into the castle was in a word, inexplicable. They just hoped that they would be able to save SMG4. 

SMG4 was trapped in his room for weeks, before they finally realised that something was wrong. The closer they got to his room the more papers started to appear, taped to the walls. Each had their own menacing message. 

It seemed that those messages were written by SMG4 himself. He wrote on each one, his handwriting becoming worse and worse with every meter they walked further. They didn't dare to read the notes, but they already knew what was on there. 

With every step the doubts in their heads grew louder. With every step the hall seemed to get darker, the notes covered the walls completely. They carefully walked the rest of the way, coming to a halt in front of a door.

It once was a nice mahogany door, sure it did have a few scratches here and there, but each scratch told it's own story. Each one was infused with memories, with memories of mostly Mario's shenanigans and...

And the biggest and deepest dents were from the attempts of SMG4's friends to breakdown the door. To get him out of his room, to help him and have fun with him. It was obvious that they did not prevail.

Now, standing in front of the door, Meggy, Mario and SMG3 were trying to gather up the courage to go inside. They stood there in complete silence. Mario didn't even try to do something stupid, something silly or lively.

They were afraid of what lurked in the shadows behind that door. SMG3 was the first to gather up the courage to make a move. Or at least that's what he wanted the others to think.  

The door slowly opened. The fate of SMG4 and ultimately even the universe, was now in their hands.

What happens, only time will tell.

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