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...
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SMG3 sat alone in his dimly lit living quarters, the flickering light of a single lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of papers or the distant hum of machinery from the nearby café. The tranquility was deceptive, masking the storm of unsettling thoughts that raged within SMG3's mind.
Ever since SMG4's death, SMG3 had been haunted by the specter of his friend. Yet, lately, his torment had taken a new, darker turn. The small, innocuous moments of that fateful day were beginning to coalesce into a disturbing mosaic. Bits and pieces of memory, once dismissed as trivial or forgotten, now resurfaced with a chilling clarity.
SMG3 sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze fixed on the floor as he tried to piece together the fragments of his recollections. He could almost hear SMG4's voice, though it was faint and distorted, a memory echoing through the corridors of his mind.
He recalled the day vividly: the bright sun filtering through the castle windows, the laughter and banter of the crew, and the seemingly mundane tasks that had filled the hours. But now, those mundane moments seemed to take on a more sinister undertone.
One memory in particular stood out. It was a seemingly innocent conversation between him and SMG4 in the main room of the castle. SMG4 had been animated, his usual vibrant self, discussing plans for a new meme. But there had been a fleeting moment—an offhand comment from SMG4 about "not being able to stay here forever." At the time, SMG3 had brushed it off as a joke or a sign of fatigue. Now, it echoed with a more ominous significance.
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Another fragment of memory was the scene just before SMG4's death. SMG3 had been in the castle's kitchen, preparing a late-night snack. He had heard a commotion outside but had been too focused on his task to investigate. The sound of a muffled crash, followed by a peculiar silence, was something he had dismissed as a minor mishap.
Yet, as he sat in the dim room, the reality of that silence began to haunt him. The details were coming together, but they painted a picture of something far darker than a mere accident. SMG4's death had been abrupt, violent, and inexplicable. The more SMG3 dwelled on it, the more he questioned whether there had been something he missed, something he should have noticed.
The turning point came when SMG3's eyes fell upon a small, hidden compartment in his desk. Inside were various personal items and mementos, including a notebook that had once belonged to SMG4. SMG3 had kept it after SMG4's death, a bittersweet reminder of their friendship. He pulled it out and began to flip through the pages.
The notebook was filled with SMG4's sketches, ideas, and random notes. It was a glimpse into his friend's mind, a repository of his creativity and humor. But one page caught SMG3's attention—a list of cryptic phrases and incomplete thoughts. Among them were references to "danger," "leaving soon," and "truth hidden." SMG3's heart raced as he read the disjointed phrases. They seemed like scattered warnings, clues to something SMG4 had known or suspected.
As SMG3 continued to read, he began to piece together a troubling narrative. SMG4 had been aware of something sinister, something that might have led to his death. The more SMG3 thought about it, the more he realized that the "accident" that had claimed SMG4's life might have been orchestrated. It was as if SMG4 had been trying to communicate something important in his final moments.
The realization was a heavy burden, one that left SMG3 grappling with guilt and confusion. Had he missed the signs? Had he been too absorbed in his own concerns to notice the dangers surrounding SMG4? The sense of responsibility weighed on him, a torment that was compounded by the spectral presence of SMG4.
In his agitation, SMG3 stood up abruptly, pacing the small room. The notebook fell to the floor, its pages splayed out like a chaotic map of SMG4's final thoughts. The spectral presence of SMG4 seemed to grow more oppressive, his ghostly form manifesting with an increased intensity.
SMG3's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the puzzle. What had really happened that day? Why did SMG4's death feel so eerily orchestrated? His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden chill, a cold draft that seemed to seep into his very bones. The room's temperature dropped, and SMG4's twisted, ghostly form materialized in the corner, its presence more menacing than ever.
The figure remained silent, its hollow eyes fixed on SMG3. The malevolent aura that surrounded it was palpable, a dark reminder of the truth that SMG3 was struggling to uncover. SMG3's breath quickened as he confronted the apparition, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Why?" SMG3 choked out, his voice trembling. "Why are you here? What...the fuck happened to you?"
The figure did not respond, its silence more terrifying than any words. SMG3 felt a wave of despair wash over him, the weight of his realization pressing down with unbearable force. The truth was slipping through his fingers, and the more he tried to grasp it, the more elusive it became.
As the night wore on, SMG3's sense of dread only deepened. The fragmented memories and cryptic notes painted a picture of a dark conspiracy, one that had led to SMG4's death. The more SMG3 thought about it, the more he felt the oppressive weight of a truth he was barely beginning to understand.
The spectral presence of SMG4 loomed larger than ever, a constant reminder of the darkness that had taken root in SMG3's life. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, SMG3 was left with a haunting sense of foreboding. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together, but the full picture remained obscured by shadows, a chilling prelude to the horrors that lay ahead.
———CHAPTER SIX: DONE! ———
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