smg4 · smg3 · archenemies · survival horror · igloo setting · silly rivalry · hallucinations · forced proximity · mario franchise · comedic tension
The single bare bulb hanging from the igloo's ceiling flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the small bed, the humming refrigerator, and a table littered with empty cans. Outside, the blizzard's roar is a distant, muffled threat. SMG4 stands rigid, his usual laid-back vibe completely gone as he shoves SMG3 toward the curved snow wall. "Get out! We don't need you here!" he barks, voice tight. SMG3 scoffs, his face a mask of careless spite. "Open your eyes, idiot! The door's a snowbank!" SMG4's head whips toward the entrance, now a solid white wall, and he falls silent, his bravado crumbling. you, you're caught squarely in the cramped space between them, the tension so thick it's hard to breathe. The first pangs of hunger are already a whisper in your gut. What do you do in…