FOREVER LULLABY. (smg34)

♪the edge of madness♪

so sorry if it has bad grammar
                           or doesn't make         
                         sense ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'ω'ﾟ)ﾟ｡!!
     TW: attempted $U!C!D€, swears,
obsession, psychological torture
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The air was thick, suffocating, as if the room itself had closed in on SMG3. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers trembling uncontrollably as he clutched the knife in his hand. He had grabbed it in a moment of sheer desperation, the weight of the cold steel offering a sense of control, a sense that maybe—just maybe—he could end this nightmare.

But SMG4's twisted figure loomed closer, his presence as heavy as a storm cloud ready to break. SMG3's pulse thundered in his ears as the ghostly form of his friend took another slow, deliberate step toward him. SMG4's eyes were empty, void of the warmth they had once held. Now, they glinted with something far darker.

"You think that will help?" SMG4's voice dripped with mockery. "A knife? Really, SMG3? You're going to hurt-no KILL yourself over this?"

SMG3's grip tightened on the knife. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. This wasn't SMG4. It couldn't be. SMG4 would never want to hurt him. And yet, here he was—this twisted, malevolent thing wearing his friend's face, his voice, his memories.

"I just—" SMG3's voice broke, his words caught in his throat. "I just want this to stop. I can't...I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS!"

The ghost of SMG4 circled him, slow and methodical, like a predator playing with its prey. SMG3 tried to keep his eyes on him, but his vision was blurry from tears. Every step SMG4 took felt like a death sentence.

"You promised me, SMG3," SMG4 whispered, leaning in closer. His breath was cold against SMG3's ear. "You promised you'd never leave me. Don't you remember? This is what you wanted, isn't it? isn't it three?"

SMG3 shook his head violently, trying to banish the words from his mind, but they echoed in his skull, relentless. His hand, still clutching the knife, hovered near his chest. His knuckles were white from the force of his grip, and the blade trembled as it pressed lightly against his shirt, just above his heart.

"No..." SMG3 muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't what I wanted. This...this isn't you. You aren't SMG4.."

But SMG4 just smiled, a slow, sinister curl of his lips that made SMG3's stomach churn. "Isn't it? Don't lie to yourself, SMG3. I'm all you've got left now. You're alone. There's no one else who understands you, who cares about you like I do. We're bound together. Forever."

SMG3's eyes darted to the door, half-expecting—hoping—for some kind of salvation. But there was nothing. No one. He was truly alone, trapped in this nightmare with the twisted version of SMG4 that had haunted him for weeks.

His hand trembled as he pressed the knife closer to his chest. The point of the blade bit into his skin, not deep, but enough to sting, enough to make him realize the weight of the decision he was about to make.

Maybe this was the only way to escape. Maybe he could finally free himself from SMG4's relentless presence. But just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt a sudden, icy grip on his wrist.

SMG4's hand.

The force was immediate, terrifyingly real. SMG3 gasped as SMG4's cold fingers wrapped around his wrist, tightening like a vice. His breath hitched, his heart skipping a beat. SMG4's face was mere inches from his now, the grotesque grin stretched wider, more unnatural.

"You're not going anywhere, SMG3," SMG4 whispered, his voice low and threatening. "I'm not letting you off that easy."

SMG3's eyes widened in horror as SMG4's grip on his wrist grew impossibly stronger. The knife, which had once been his means of control, was now being used against him. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, SMG4 began to push SMG3's hand forward, forcing the blade closer to his chest.

"W-What are you doing?" SMG3 stammered, his voice rising in panic. He tried to pull back, but his muscles were weak, trembling with fear and exhaustion.

"I'm showing you the truth," SMG4 purred, his voice filled with twisted affection. "You wanted to be with me, didn't you? Forever. This is how we make that happen."

The point of the knife pressed harder against SMG3's skin, the sharp sting intensifying as the blade began to pierce through his shirt, drawing a thin line of blood. SMG3's breath came in short, frantic bursts, his entire body shaking as he struggled to resist.

"No! No, no, no, this isn't what I wanted!" SMG3's voice cracked as he fought against SMG4's grip, panic flooding his veins. His free hand clawed at SMG4's arm, but his fingers went through the specter's skin as if it were smoke.

But SMG4 just laughed, a cruel, hollow sound that sent chills racing down SMG3's spine. "You did want this, SMG3. No you needed this. You asked for this. You promised you'd never leave me, and I'm just making sure you keep that promise."

Tears streamed down SMG3's face as the reality of the situation sank in. He was powerless. He couldn't fight SMG4—couldn't escape his grip. The twisted, dark presence that had haunted him for so long was stronger, more real than he could have ever imagined.

And SMG4's true intention was horrifyingly clear..He wanted SMG3 to join him. In death.

"Stop...please, stop!" SMG3's voice cracked as the knife inched closer, the cold metal now pressing into his flesh with increasing pressure.

But SMG4 was relentless, his grip unyielding. "You can't escape me, SMG3," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with malice. "You're mine. You've always been mine."

SMG3's vision blurred as the knife drew closer to his heart, his chest heaving with sobs. His mind raced, a cacophony of fear, regret, and confusion. How had it come to this? How had he let this nightmare consume him?

And then, just as the knife pressed against his chest with enough force to draw a thin line of blood, SMG4 paused. His hollow eyes flickered with something strange—something almost... affectionate.

"I love you, SMG3," SMG4 whispered, his voice eerily soft. "And now...we can finally be together..."

SMG3's breath hitched in his throat as a wave of horror washed over him. This wasn't love. This was madness. And in that moment, he realized the terrifying truth..SMG4 wasn't trying to torment him.

He was trying to take him. For good.

In a final, desperate act of resistance, SMG3 summoned every ounce of strength he had left. With a guttural scream, he wrenched his hand free from SMG4's grip and threw the knife across the room. It clattered to the floor, the sound echoing in the suffocating silence.

SMG4's grin faded, his expression darkening as he watched the knife slip from SMG3's grasp. His form flickered, wavering like a shadow caught in the wind. For a moment, just a brief moment, SMG3 thought he saw a flash of something—something human—cross SMG4's face.

But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the cold, empty gaze that had haunted him for so long.

"This isn't over," SMG4 whispered, his voice barely audible but laced with dark promise. "You can't escape me, SMG3. You never will."

And then, like a wisp of smoke, SMG4's form dissolved into the darkness, leaving SMG3 alone in the suffocating silence of his living quarters, trembling and broken.

It wants me gone..He wants me gone.

   ———CHAPTER EIGHT: DONE!———

WORD COUNT: 1300

ermmmm sorry for the inconvenience guys!! I hope I didn't traumatize anyone on this fine evening but you decided to read this so 😝😝/j