FOREVER LULLABY. (smg34)

♪the pressure♪

so sorry if it has bad grammar
or doesn't make
sense ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'ω'ﾟ)ﾟ｡!!
TW: attempted murder, swears,
                          smg3 going crazy.
-ENJOY!!!-
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The dim light of early morning seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting long shadows across the small, cluttered room that SMG3 called home. He lay on his bed, tossing and turning, struggling to find solace in sleep. The relentless whispers had kept him awake for days, their cold, empty tones gnawing at the edges of his sanity.

But tonight, exhaustion had finally won out. SMG3 was on the brink of sleep, his body and mind craving rest. His breaths came in slow, steady rhythms as he began to drift off. For a moment, he felt a glimmer of peace, a brief respite from the torment that had consumed him.

That fleeting calm was shattered when he felt a presence beside him. His eyes snapped open, heart racing, as he turned toward the source of the disturbance.

There, on the edge of his bed, was a twisted, nightmarish version of SMG4. The figure's eyes were hollow and black, its mouth twisted into a grotesque grin. The sight was enough to send a jolt of terror through SMG3's already frazzled mind.

SMG3's scream caught in his throat, stifled by the sheer shock of the moment. The figure's presence was suffocating, an oppressive weight that pressed down on him and made it hard to breathe. He tried to scramble away, but his body felt heavy, as though invisible hands were holding him down.

The twisted SMG4 reached out, his fingers cold and unyielding. They wrapped around SMG3's throat, tightening with a pressure that was both physical and psychological. SMG3 gasped, his hands clawing at the figure's grip, but it was no use. The grip was firm, relentless, as if it were trying to choke the very life out of him.

"Fuck...Please..." SMG3 managed to croak, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes were wide with fear, his vision blurring as the lack of oxygen took its toll. "Stop..."

The figure's grin widened, and SMG3 could feel a chilling breath on his skin. The pressure increased, making his vision darken around the edges. Panic surged through him, his limbs flailing weakly as he struggled against the invisible restraints. What the hell is happening..this can't be real.

In the dim light of his room, the twisted SMG4's features seemed to distort and shift, as though reality itself were warping around him. SMG3's mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Was this actually real? Was he dreaming? The boundaries between reality and nightmare had become indistinguishable.

Just as his consciousness began to slip away, the grip on his throat suddenly released. SMG3 collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath. The twisted SMG4 remained at the edge of the bed, his presence a constant, oppressive force that loomed over him.

SMG3 turned his head slowly, his eyes meeting those of the figure. The hollow, black eyes seemed to pierce through him, and the twisted grin never faltered. It was as if the very essence of SMG4 had been corrupted, twisted into something dark and malevolent.

"Why are you doing this?" SMG3 managed to ask, his voice shaking. "Why won't you leave me alone man?"

The figure didn't respond, its eyes never leaving SMG3's. The silence was deafening, a void that seemed to swallow any hope of understanding.

SMG3 tried to sit up, but the effort was met with a wave of dizziness. He could still feel the lingering pressure around his throat, the aftereffects of the suffocation. His mind was reeling, struggling to make sense of the encounter.

As he looked around the room, he noticed that the shadows seemed to dance and shift, as though the very walls were closing in on him. The oppressive atmosphere was stifling, and SMG3 could feel the weight of his own fear pressing down on him.

He looked back at the twisted SMG4, who remained motionless, watching him with that unblinking, empty gaze. The room felt colder, the air thick with a sense of dread that seemed to seep into every corner.

SMG3 attempted to push himself up, but the physical and psychological toll of the encounter left him weak. He managed to sit up, his eyes never leaving the figure at the edge of the bed. The twisted SMG4 continued to watch him, the grin never fading.

The minutes dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity. SMG3 could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. The figure's presence was a constant reminder of the darkness that had replaced the friend he once knew.

Finally, the figure began to recede, slowly fading into the shadows. The pressure in the room lifted, but the sense of dread remained. SMG3 watched as the twisted SMG4 disappeared, leaving him alone in the dimly lit room.

As the darkness began to lift, SMG3's mind continued to spin. He had barely escaped the suffocating grasp of the figure, but the encounter had left him shaken and disoriented. He could still feel the cold touch of SMG4's fingers around his throat, the lingering sense of danger that seemed to permeate the room.

SMG3 tried to steady himself, taking deep, shuddering breaths as he tried to calm his racing heart. He needed to make sense of what had happened, to understand why SMG4's presence had become so twisted and malevolent.

But the answers remained elusive, lost in the void of fear and confusion. SMG3 was left with a deep, gnawing dread, a sense that something far darker was lurking just out of reach. The twisted version of SMG4 was only a glimpse of the horror that lay ahead, a harbinger of the nightmare that was yet to come.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, his mind reeling, SMG3 knew that he had to confront the darkness that had taken SMG4's place. The twisted figure, the suffocating grip—these were just the beginning. The true horror was yet to be revealed, and SMG3 was trapped in a waking nightmare with no clear escape.

He took one last, deep breath, trying to calm himself as he prepared to face the darkness. The twisted SMG4 had left him shaken and terrified, but he knew that he had to find a way to confront the nightmare that had taken over his life.

———CHAPTER FIVE: DONE! ———

WORD COUNT: 1086

guys they are such a good and healthy dynamic am I right?? 😂😂
anyways yeah its gonna get better guys don't worry! 🥰