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: talk about smg4s death, swears, smg3 going crazy. -ENJOY!!!- —————————-❼-—————————
The room was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of a wall clock, its sound feeling oddly disconnected from SMG3's reality. He sat in the corner of his living quarters, knees pulled up to his chest, hands gripping his head as though to hold together the last pieces of sanity he had left. His eyes darted around the dimly lit space, half-expecting to see SMG4's twisted form lurking in the shadows. Every creak, every subtle shift in the air, sent chills down his spine.
He wasn't alone. He hadn't been alone for days.
The SMG4 he saw now was a grotesque parody of his friend—pale, long-necked, and gaunt, with skin stretched tightly over his bones, his once lively blue eyes now dull and sunken. His form never strayed far from SMG3, always close but never touching—at least, not yet. It had been SMG4's eyes that haunted him the most hollow, but still watching, still waiting. His voice, once playful and full of warmth, had turned cold, empty, and mocking. Yet, disturbingly, there were moments when that same voice would shift into something almost loving. It was terrifying, the way SMG4's presence could switch between tender and terrifying in the span of a breath.
"You miss me, don't you, SMG3?" SMG4's voice slithered into SMG3's mind, wrapping around his thoughts like a vice.
SMG3 flinched, the words reverberating through his skull. He didn't answer. Not at first. His throat was tight, his pulse hammering in his ears. SMG4 wasn't real. He couldn't be. He had to remind himself of that.
But he was so tired—so tired of fighting, so tired of trying to rationalize what was happening. He wasn't sleeping. He wasn't eating. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see SMG4's form hovering just outside his reach. And every time he thought he had a moment of peace, that voice would seep into his mind, beckoning him, coaxing him closer to something dark and unspeakable.
"I see you, SMG3," SMG4 whispered, his voice gentle yet filled with malice. "I know what you're thinking. I know what you want to believe. But you can't lie to me, can you? I'm still here."
SMG3 shook his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as if he could somehow drive the voice out. "You're not real," he mumbled, voice trembling. "You're dead. You're gone."
A soft, mocking chuckle echoed through the room. SMG4's twisted form emerged from the shadows, standing in the doorway, his body leaning lazily against the frame. His lips curled into a chilling grin.
"Dead? Gone?" SMG4's voice took on a singsong quality. "Oh, SMG3...I'm more real than you'll ever know."
SMG3 stared at him, heart pounding. Despite the grotesque appearance, despite the malice in his voice, there was still a hint of familiarity—a sliver of the SMG4 he had once known, once... cared for. The SMG4 he had promised he'd never leave. And now...now this thing had taken his place, and SMG3 didn't know how much longer he could resist.
SMG4's form drifted closer, his head tilting in that unsettling, unnatural way. His cold, dead eyes bore into SMG3's soul. "Do you want to know the truth, SMG3? The real truth? I know it's been gnawing at you...keeping you awake, making you question everything. I could tell you...I could show you."
SMG3 squeezed his eyes shut, rocking back and forth. "No," he whispered. "I don't want to know. I don't want to hear it."
A low growl of frustration came from SMG4. The room seemed to darken, as if his presence was swallowing the very light. "You can't ignore me forever," he hissed, stepping closer. "I'm always here. Always watching. You'll never be rid of me."
The next thing SMG3 felt was cold fingers on his shoulder...SMG4's touch. It was so real, so cold, that SMG3s entire body froze. His eyes shot open, and he found himself face to face with the twisted, smiling version of his friend. The proximity made SMG3's breath hitch in his throat, his pulse racing uncontrollably.
The thing that looked like SMG4 leaned in closer, his breath brushing against SMG3's ear. "You'll see," he whispered, his voice now almost affectionate. "You'll understand everything soon."
SMG3 wanted to pull away, wanted to scream, but his body wouldn't move. He was paralyzed by the twisted presence of SMG4, trapped by the overwhelming sense of dread that consumed him. Slowly, the creature's hand slid from SMG3's shoulder down to his arm, lingering in a way that sent shivers down his spine.
"I miss you, too," SMG4 said softly, mockingly. His other hand came up, gently brushing the side of SMG3's face. "Don't you miss me? Don't you want things to go back to the way they were?"
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SMG3's chest tightened as a flood of emotions threatened to choke him. The words felt like a twisted echo of something real, something familar but it was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He did miss SMG4, but this...this wasn't SMG4.
And yet...part of him wanted to believe it. Part of him wanted to give in, to accept that this twisted version of his friend was all that remained.
"I...I promised you," SMG3 whispered, his voice weak, broken. His mind flashed back to the moments before SMG4's death, when he had sworn he would never leave SMG4's side. It had been such an innocent promise, one made out of loyalty and love. But now it felt like a curse, binding him to this twisted specter that wouldn't let him go.
"That's right," SMG4 purred, his voice dark and soothing. "You promised, SMG3. You promised you'd never leave me. And now...I'm never leaving you...!"
SMG3's breath came out in ragged gasps. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the walls themselves were closing in. SMG4's presence was suffocating, his touch freezing, but there was a part of SMG3 that couldn't help but lean into it, couldn't help but crave the connection even if it was tainted, even if it was terrifying.
"I'll show you the truth," SMG4 whispered again, his tone more seductive now, as if drawing SMG3 closer to something unspeakable. "You'll see. You'll understand why this had to happen."
SMG3's head spun. Reality itself seemed to fracture around him as SMG4's cold, twisted fingers lingered on his skin. The ghostly form was so close now, so real, that SMG3 could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on him like a nightmare come to life.
And deep down, in the pit of his soul, SMG3 knew there was no escaping this. SMG4 was right he had promised, and now that promise had come back to claim him.
———CHAPTER SEVEN: DONE! ———
WORD COUNT: 1172
EEEEE IM SO HAPPY THIS CHAPTER IS FINISHED! BASICALLY NOW SINCE WHATEVER THAT CREATURE SMG4 THING IS NOW TALKING TO SMG3 MEANS I CAN HAVE BONUSES! BONUSES ARE USUALLY FUNNIER AS A BREAK FROM THE OVERWHELMING OF THIS STORY AND INSTEAD SOMETHING TO SOOTH YOUR NERVES!! ALSO SOMETIMES MIGHT HAVE OTHER SIDES OF THE STORY LIKE BEEG AND EGGDOG AS THEY ARE VISIBLY NOT IN THE STORY AND LIKE THE SMG4 CREW! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND SORRY FOR THE YAP!
p.s. the bonuses will have 「text here」instead of ♪text here again!!♪ so you can spot the difference between them like if you don't wanna read the bonuses despite it getting better perspectives on the story!
