the night was like no other. mario being a dumbass, meggy and Luigi trying to hold him down, melony and kaizo arguing, what else do you think would happen in a sleepover? smg3 and smg4 talk at night time and smg3 decides to make a promise to smg4 a...
so sorry if it has bad grammar or doesn't make sense ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'ω'ﾟ)ﾟ｡!! TW:death, smg3 going crazy, sad sad, and swears. (also music you can listen to at the top!) -ENJOY!!!-
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The days blurred together into a fog of exhaustion and unease. SMG3 sat alone in his cafe, eyes heavy with sleep deprivation, the flickering lights overhead casting long shadows across the empty tables. The clink of a spoon against a coffee mug broke the silence, but otherwise, the place was still. Too still.
SMG3 ran a hand through his disheveled hair, staring out the window at the dark streets. It was well past midnight, but sleep wouldn't come. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw SMG4 sometimes twisted, sometimes just standing there, always silent, always watching. It was happening more frequently, and every time, SMG4 was just a little bit closer.
"Stop thinking about it," SMG3 muttered, shaking his head as if that could shake the thoughts loose.
But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, the truth gnawed at the edges of his mind: he wasn't imagining it. He couldn't be.
The first time SMG4 appeared, it was just a fleeting glimpse something easily explained away as a trick of the light or an stress-induced hallucination. SMG3 had written it off, as much as he could, but then it happened again.
And again.
Each time, SMG4 was just a little clearer, a little more...there.
SMG3 took a shaky breath and sipped his coffee, the liquid burning his throat, but it did nothing to quell the icy dread settling deep in his chest.
He glanced out the window again.
There.
SMG3's heart skipped a beat. Just for a second, in the distance, at the showgrounds. SMG4. His familiar blue cap, the unmistakable silhouette though distorted in the dim streetlight stood motionless.
SMG3 blinked, his pulse quickening. He stood up from his seat, coffee forgotten as he stepped closer to the window, eyes fixed on the figure.
It was too far away to be real. It had to be his mind playing tricks on him again.
Right?
But as he squinted through the glass, something was different this time. SMG4 wasn't just standing there, like a harmless memory. No. His neck was too long bent at an unnatural angle, tilting toward SMG3 as if watching him.
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SMG3's blood ran cold. He froze, unable to tear his gaze away.
