There is a new "friend" here... She... is strange indeed... What does she plan to do...?
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WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SWEARING, BLOOD, AND GORE.
It was a normal day in the Showgrounds, everyone was partying and having fun. But all parties have to end, SMG3 was the first to leave, well, kinda.
SMG3: I think I'll be leaving now... I gotta go feed eggdog.
SMG4: Ok 3! Please stay safe! It is getting dark out!
SMG3: Yeah yeah whatever loser, goodby- wait...
SMG3 feels around his pockets, his remote was nowhere to be seen. It was his only way back to the Internet Graveyard, without it he can't go home
Mario: Looking for something SMG3?
SMG3: Sigh I should've known I can't go home without Mario causing fucking trouble! NOW WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU HIDE MY REMOTE!?
SMG3 Shook Mario aggressively, he really wanted to go home
Mario: Mama Miaaaaa! Fine! I'll tell you! I hid it in the forest! >:)
SMG3 drops Mario and bolts to the door to leave and find his remote
SMG4: Wait 3! You should really go with-
Before SMG4 could even finish his sentence, SMG3 already left while Mario in the background was giving SMG3 the middle finger
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In the forest, SMG3 was already looking for his remote, looking under rocks, looking in holes in the ground, basically everywhere. He knew Mario wasn't good at hiding stuff but looking in the dark made it almost impossible to find it
SMG3: Stupid... dumb... red guy...
SMG3 continued to walk deeper in the forest, looking in every nook and cranny
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3 continues to walk deeper and deeper, he heard crunching but ignored it, it was just the sound of him walking on the grass... right...?
He stopped to look in a branch from a tree, the crunching continued... SMG3 was starting to get worried
