SMG4 Short Arc: Broken Promises.

Broken Promises chapter 2 - Lost Sanity.

Week 4.

"UGH! COME ON!!" he groans, clawing at the walls of the caverns, he wasn't getting too far really, they were hard to tear apart, maybe he could dig up and make his way out! It makes sense shut up-

"Stupid...WALLS..." he grimaces, it's been a hard month, he's honestly in more pain than he was when he got here, his sore ribs didn't go away, actually, they feel worse, especially on the left side, in fact, the whole left side of his body hurt so much, he never felt anything like this before- though he didn't notice anything that was causing it, he had no clue in the slightest, but, one thing was strange, he was getting these wounds, he never scratched himself or anything, it's like his flesh is opening on its own and it was all purple, it was freaking him out, and it hurts a LOT to touch, there's nothing to treat them with, nor anything he could use to cover it. 

Maybe.. he's sick, who wouldn't? But it's fine! He can't let this stop him! He has to keep going, no excuses! 

SMG3 then resorted to throwing hunks of the castle at the spot he chose, "AUGHH!!!" he yells, hoping to cause more damage, clawing at the walls wasn't working, but when he threw them, they did absolutely nothing, these walls are indestructible!!

"UGH!!!" SMG3 yells in frustration and smashed the last piece on the ground with painful force as it shatters to bits, "WHERE ARE THOSE IDIOTS?!" he yells, stomping his foot in a small tantrum as he paces around to think of something else, brainstorming a bunch of ideas, which he had no problem taking, he was trying EVERYTHING that came to mind, even stupid things!

He kept grabbing a bunch of pieces of the castle once again, and stacked them onto the largest flat surface. He intended to grab the rope that was still dangling on the broken branch, it was hopeless, any sane mind would realize that, but he didn't care!! HE NEEDS OUT OF HERE ONE WAY OR ANOTHER NO MATTER THE ODDS!!

He leaped off and to his surprise, he grabbed it, he held on for dear life as he pathetically attempted to climb up, maybe... he can still make it work... yeah it has to- but...but even if it doesn't- he has other ideas that are sure to work...right?

Right.

SMG3 shockingly made it, though he barely was able to stay stable on the little part of the branch, he attempting to untie the rope, but he lost his balance, and he shrieked as he fell over, taking the rope down with him, he harshly lands on his ground, yowling as the sharp throbbing pain wracks his left side as he gasped for breath. Three sits up, looking at the rope and then back at the branch, he was NOT about to give up.

He scrambled to his feet and attempted to get it hooked on again, however, he failed, over, and over, and over again, eventually seething with rage when he failed once again, "AUGHH!!!" he screamed and threw it harshly on the floor, flopping down and broke down on the ground, he can't get out...he can't get out!

He rolled over and stared at the sky, he could barely see the top, just a light, he had tears welling up but he hastily shook them off, No- No... he's not giving up yet, he still has other ideas. SMG3 took a breath and looked around, however his gaze was brought to the rope, he could use it for other things, but then he grimaces more and held his arm, and looked at the open purple wounds, biting his lip, he grabbed the rope and untied a piece, using one of the garments to wrap it up, which hurt immensely, but he was hopeful it'd help a little...

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Week 8.

"Come on....PLEASE... Can anyone hear me?!" he shouts. He wasn't begging, he was bargaining, surely the goop that consumed the place had something to offer- maybe if he lures it out he can use it to climb upwards.