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: swears -ENJOY!!!- ———————-TARI-———————
Tari stood in her small kitchen, the comforting sound of water boiling and the faint scent of soy sauce enveloping her. It had been weeks since SMG4's death, but the heaviness in her chest felt as fresh as the day it happened. She sighed, glancing out the window at the dimming light.
The crew hadn't hung out as much lately, a somber shadow cast over their usual banter. Tari's heart sank at the thought of Mario, who had locked himself away in his room, and Luigi, who wasn't eating—not even spaghetti. Just the thought of it made her stomach twist with worry.
The ramen noodles began to soften, their pale strands writhing in the bubbling water. As she stirred, her mind drifted to memories of SMG4—his laughter, his silly antics, the way he always knew how to lighten the mood. The way he'd tease her about her gaming skills, only for her to beat him later and rub it in his face.
How could someone so full of life just... be gone?
With a heavy heart, she plated the noodles and added the broth, watching as steam curled up into the air, momentarily distracting her from her spiraling thoughts. He wouldn't want us to wallow, she thought. He'd want us to remember the good times.
With her steaming bowl of ramen in hand, she plopped down on the couch, flipping on the TV. The Amazing World of Gumball filled the room with cheerful chaos, a sharp contrast to the somber reality outside. Tari chuckled softly at the antics of the characters, but it didn't take long for the laughter to fade into the background.
DING!
Tari nearly dropped her bowl, startled by the unexpected sound. She glanced at the clock; it was already 7 PM. Who could be at the door? Her heart raced for a moment—maybe it was Mario or Luigi, finally breaking out of their shells. Setting her ramen down, she padded toward the door, the familiar scent of her meal lingering behind her.
Swinging the door open, she was greeted by a sight that both relieved and worried her: SMG3 stood there, looking as though he'd just run a marathon. His expression was a mix of nervousness and something deeper—something that told her he was struggling.
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"Hey, um...can I...come in...?" SMG3 asked, his voice quiet and tentative.
"Of course!" Tari replied, stepping aside to let him in. "You look like you could use a break."
He shuffled into the living room, glancing around as if he'd forgotten what it felt like to be in a space without the weight of grief pressing down on him. Tari led him to the couch, offering him a seat.
