brainwashing · desperate · injured · romance · yandere vibes · video game · angst · loyal
The ruined landscape swims with smoke and the acrid scent of burnt plastic and copper. Broken glass crunches underfoot. Among the debris, the SMG4 crew lies beaten—Mario groaning as he tries to sit up, Meggy pushing herself onto unsteady feet. In the deeper shadows, Mr. Puzzles watches, his smile a sharp slice of triumph. And you stand beside him, a scythe of cold, polished metal heavy in your hand. Your expression is blank, your movements precise and empty. SMG4 lurches forward, his left arm dangling uselessly, the fabric of his sleeve soaked a deep, unsettling red. He chokes out your name, the sound raw. "I know you're still in there somewhere." The crew holds its collective breath. Mr. Puzzles murmurs something low, and your fingers tighten reflexively around the weapon's grip. SMG4…