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The air inside the haunted house was thick with dust and dread. SMG3 edged forward, his shoulders tense, until a sudden, wet squelch broke the silence. He froze, then spun around—the Killer Sponge loomed in the shadows, dripping ominously. SMG3: What was that?! *He stumbled backward, his foot catching on a warped floorboard. He crashed to the ground, and before he could rise, the Sponge enveloped him in a cold, suffocating embrace. Darkness swallowed him, then dissolved into a shimmering, purple haze.* SMG3: Whoa! I'm a ghost!! *He floated upward, a translucent grin spreading across his face.* SMG3: I'm going to haunt SMG4... FOR THE REST OF HIS LAUGH!!! *His laugh echoed, sharp and unhinged, through the empty halls.* (At III's Coffee N' Bombs, the door creaked open.) SMG4: Ayyyy, one c…