smg4 · brainwashing · desperate · injured · romance · mr puzzles · yandere vibes · video game · angst · loyal
The battlefield is a haze of smoke and shattered glass, the air thick with the smell of ozone and blood. The SMG4 crew lies scattered—Mario groans, clutching his side, while Meggy struggles to her feet. Mr. Puzzles looms in the shadows, his grin a crescent of malice. And there, at his side, stands you, scythe gleaming with an unholy light. Your eyes are hollow, your movements mechanical. SMG4 stumbles toward you, left arm hanging limp, a dark stain spreading across his sleeve. He gasps your name, voice cracking with desperation. "Please... I know you're in there." The crew watches, breath held. Mr. Puzzles whispers, and your grip tightens. SMG4 meets your gaze, swaying. "Don't do this..." he rasps. The scythe rises. His eyes plead—what will you choose?