#mr puzzles fic

[niranutcake]

The... The compelling urge to write that x y/n fic with Mr Puzzles... To insert the two of them in every meme, pose reference, dialogue prompt and tiktok you saved in your gallery...

But the lack of time (and experience), dammit

Curse you, winter exams! Curse youuuuuuuuu!

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Bro, you genuinely have no idea how much your “Pride and Joy” fic means to me.

As a guy, I’m not really the target audience for it considering the reader is fem (I know you were self-indulging and that’s freaking awesome /sincere) but, man, I love it so much. I personally struggle with having the confidence to show literally anyone, even my very closest friends, my self-ship with Puzzles because of how little I see him being self-shipped with a guy. So, to have a fic were Puzzles outright says that he likes dudes means so much to me.

I know the the reader in the fic is fem and Puzzles stays with her (as he should! Gotta make sure my girlies get all of his stupid tv love) but, my god, the little acknowledgment of him liking men means a lot to me.

So, keep up the good work as always!!!! And keep up with your delicious art!!! It’s all truly stunning! Five stars five stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

(and I’m really sorry if anything in this made you uncomfortable or weirded you out. I’m really not good with my words when it comes to stuff like this, haha)

ANON.... THAT'S.... THE MOST HEARTFELT AND SWEETEST THING ANYONE COULD HAVE EVER SAID TO ME..... ;—;

I want you to know this is one of the biggest honors you could ever give me;; It makes me so so SO DAMN HAPPY to hear how much it meant to you. Even if you're not in the demographic for that specific fic, you are so very welcomed into my audience and I appreciate and love you so much!!

No matter my demographic, I want you to feel safe and loved unconditionally, I want you to have a space that makes you feel comfortable and seen because I DO!! I see you!! I see all my guy self-shippers who struggle with lack of content made for them, with finding safe spaces in the community, who might receive backlash even!! I salute and appreciate every single one of you!!

I've been gushing over your nice words for literally 3 hours I genuinely don't think a thank you is enough!! So I made you a little gift!!

I promise you Mr. Puzzles would love you just as unconditionally, and just as loudly too!!

Anyone has my permission to use this base for themselves but this one... is catered specifically to you, dear anon <3

[smolldust]

idea I’ve had for a while lol

fanart for @bovinewriter’s fic Your New TV Headed Roommate!

[screams-in-writing]

Suit coat and starsss

A snippet below; I couldn’t help myself.

“Are you certain this outfit is truly necessary?” Mr. Puzzles asked. “Isn’t my usual attire fine for this ‘party’?”

“What do you mean? The get together is less than an hour!” You wondered, turning to face the man. “Does the clothing not fit or…or…” You trailed off into silence, question left unfinished, when you caught sight of the clothing in question. Your gaze focused, raking up and down, then more slowly. The white pants were a stark contrast to what Puzzles normally wore. It wasn’t lost on you that his hat, on on each boot (oh dear help they were knee highs) and one on the inside of the tail coat that showed when the man turned.

“It is too much, isn’t it?” Mr. Puzzles fidgeted with his bow tie, then brushed down his shorter warm grey-golden vest with gold buttons that paired with the hidden dress shirt and tailcoat. Upon no answer, he self-consciously adjusted the way the tail coat fit over his shoulders. Then, Puzzles’ hand went up to the top hat he’d either put over (or in place of) his usual bowler hat, as his metal antenna stuck through it. “Or is it this? It put the outfit together, but I feel like it is perhaps much too formal for this party, or ‘get together’, as you put it-”

“It’s perfect.” You managed to breathe out.

“Hm?” Mr. Puzzles caught on quickly; he placed a splayed hand to his chest beneath the bow tie as a sly grin appeared on his screen. His voice dropped lower, even if it was just to utter an ‘oh?’ of pure satisfaction. “My, my.” Mr. Puzzles added, as he sauntered over closer and leaned in close to roll a purr into his voice alongside your head. “Such flattery will get you everywhere, my dear.” A quieter whisper, a hint of static as Puzzles’ expression changed out of your view. “You look quite stunning yourself, I must say. What a pair we’ll make today!”

You needed a hole to open up beneath your feet right now.

Mr. Puzzles moved the side of his metal head to gently press to the side of yours.

Oh no.

He was going to be more insufferable and attention seeking tonight after that compliment.

“Why so worried?” Mr. Puzzles practically oozed confidence as he slipped an arm around yours to hook elbows as he slyly added. “Hearing you say such compliments…I do so enjoy receding them from you. But in the meantime, shall we go enjoy that party?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” You needed to get the upper hand again before Puzzles began trying to recite poetry at the get together for you in front of everyone in a showy way than when he was more genuine when it was just the two of you. Turning again, and patting his left arm around your right, you both urge Mr. Puzzles to lean down while you rose up on your toes to plant a kiss to the lower side of his metal head. A slight static crackle could be heard so near to his screen. A glance to the side allowed you a glimpse of what you thought were heart eyes and a heartbeat monitor flash across his face.

Mr. Puzzles faced coward for a moment before he craned his head down to press the lower half of his screen to your forehead. He let it linger there a moment, before Puzzles made a a dramatic kissing sound, and straightened. He looked inordinately pleased with himself as he observed your flushed face.

The joke was on him, however, as Mr. Puzzles’ face held a blush as his digital eyes focused on yours.

A beat of silence.

“You know, my dear, we could always skip the party.”

“If we don’t show up for at least a little while, Smg4 will think you kidnapped me again.”

“Rude! I only did that because Smg3’s bombs were about to go off right next to you!”

“And I appreciate the save, as disorienting as it was.”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Mario made a sudden appearance. There was a great big smile partially hidden beneath that bushy mustache, the italian plumber’s smile spreading all the way to his eyes and crinkling the skin at the edges. “Mario’s thinking that he’s a interrupting something?”

It was funny to see how irate Mr. Puzzles became in Mario’s presence as Puzzles used his free arm to gather you to him. It was as if he thought the shorter man was going to whisk you away.

“Es-em-gee-four said you brought something for the party?” Mario prompted out of the blue.

“The scrupt!” Funny, how quickly Mr. Puzzles went full-on dramatic drama queen as he gasped loudly. “What a disaster!” Puzzles inhaled shortly as he let go of you entirely to place his hands to either side of his metal head. “I’ll be right back!” The man promptly retreated into his mind, leaving his metal head behind.

“The script is already with Smg4, isn’t it?” You snickered, addressing Mario, who was eying Puzzles head as of considering turning it on to some channel to watch. But when you spoke to him, blue eyes and the not-so-hidden smile spoke of mischief.

“Might have left that part out.” Mario admitted, before his smile softened and he teased you. “TV man really likes-a you, doesn’t he?” Then, before you can answer, he added. “You like him too.” A pause, then Mario gestured over to where Luigi and a few others were chatting as they walked along the path toward the showgrounds. “Want to see the castle decorations while TV Man runs around frantically-a looking for you?”

That you wanted to see.

You really shouldn’t, but who could resist spending time with Mario? The man was hilarious and so far was surprisingly aware of the fact that you couldn’t get up to anything too crazy in this world.

But for now?

You couldn’t help but snicker as you followed after Mario while he hummed a familiar tune; the two of you raced past Luigi and Saiko, looking like a pair misbehaving kids while taking a shortcut to the showgrounds.

Mr. Puzzles made a reappearance not too long after, static buzzing out of his speakers as he harrumphed over what happened and the fall that damned plumber had luring you off to do who knew what stupid shenanigans.

[originallymarysue]

Uh.. looks like someone broke the ketchup bottle... :/

(DW He didn't kill anyone, the blood is just symbolism)

[astro-vision-au]

GalaxyPark: short story

“Goodbye” Cardinal said as he tightened the grip of the tendril that was wrapped around Mr. Park's head. Mr. Park squirmed and kicked his legs as his TV began to creak as the metal started to bend under the pressure. His screen started to crack as his eyes began to dart around, trying to find something that could help him. He tried to grab and claw at the tendril, but it was unmoving as it squeezed harder and harder. Mr. Park tried to cry out, but his voice was distorted as his TV continued to slowly be crushed. 

With one final distorted cry, the TV caved under the pressure, and with a loud crack, Mr. Park stopped moving as his body went limp. Cardinals eyes narrowed in satisfaction at his work as he tossed Mr. Park to the side.

“You were just as easy to break as Mr. Puzzles… I thought you would have given me more of a challenge, dearest brother.” Cardinal said as he turned to walk away. He only took a few steps before he heard the sound of grunting and the sound of creaking metal. His eyes widened as he turned around. He watched as Mr. Park was able to pry off his TV head with some difficulty, but he was still able to get it off. Once he did so, his true head manifested in the TVs place, and Mr. Park took a deep gasp for air as he tried to catch his breath. Cardinal stood there as Mr. Park stared back at him, his body as shaky as his breath as the two stared at each other.

“How…?” Cardinal finally spoke, breaking the silence, causing Mr. Park to flinch. “How the fuck are you still alive?” Cardinal asked as he took another step forward. Mr. Park's face contorted in a mixture of fear and confusion at Cardinals question, not sure if he should answer it or not. However, he decided to answer.

“Why are you so surprised?” Mr. Park asked. “We've always been able to remove our television's… did you think destroying it would kill me?” Mr. Park said as he shifted his body back slightly. Cardinal only continued to stare at him.

Cardinal’s mind kept thinking about the week prior. He had confronted Mr. Puzzles at the gateway that connected the two worlds. He had pierced Mr. Puzzles right through his screen and through his television, and like Mr. Park, his body went limp. He had tossed Mr. Puzzles through the gateway before destroying it, disposing of what he assumed was the carcass of Mr. Puzzles in a world that no one could ever return to, while also preventing anyone from the other world coming through to stop his plans. He assumed Mr. Puzzles was dead for sure. He didn't even think to check before tossing him, but this changed everything. If Mr. Puzzles was still alive, that could mean he could create another gateway from the other side, putting an end to his plans once and for all if he managed to reconnect the two worlds.

Cardinals' eye twitched at this revolution. His breathing grew ragged as his brain was a whirlwind of anger and anxiety. He couldn't let Mr. Puzzles come back, not yet. This couldn't be happening. 

Mr. Park, taking advantage of Cardinal’s current state, stood up, taking a few steps back, until he stepped on a shard of glass from his own broken screen. The sound caused Cardinals head to shoot up, as his attention snapped back to Mr. Park. Mr. Park had no time to react before he felt a tendril wrap around his waist. He felt it slither up his chest as it then constricted around his neck.

“You… you are supposed to be dead” Cardinal said as he got closer. “And I'm not leaving here till that's a fact.” He said as he once again started to squeeze Mr. Park, who once again started to squirm. Cardinal watched as several eyes opened on Mr. Park's face, it was clear he was trying to change forms, but his fear was making it difficult to concentrate. “I'm not going to quite till I'm sure you're dead, even if I have to kill you over and over and over-”

“Put Him down!! Now!!” a voice called out from behind Cardinal. It caused him to turn his head and loosen his grip on Mr. Park, however it was still strong enough to make it difficult for Mr. Park to breathe.

“Ohhh..?” Cardinal said as he raised an eyebrow. He saw Galaxy, a puny little Mario clone, no different than the others, an absolutely insignificant insect, or so he thought. As he looked at Galaxy, he could just feel the power radiating off of him. He could see it in his eyes, pool's of stars that radiated a power unknown to Cardinal, yet there was something in the back of his mind that was telling him this was familiar in some strange and dangerous way, that this was not something he should mess with. 

“How… peculiar…” Cardinal said. “It looks like you're more special than you let on, little man~” Cardinal said, his voice dripping with an upbeat malice. His eyes narrowed, his plans had already been thrown off course, and this only made things worse. He knew it was in his best interest to back off. Even if it did hurt his pride, he needed to fall back and rethink his plans. He tightened his grip on Mr. Park before he tossed him at Galaxy's feet. Galaxy quickly kneeled down to check on Mr. Park, and Cardinal immediately noticed the change in Galaxy. The power that radiated off of him seemed to disappear. As much as Cardinal hated the thought, it seemed that for now, it was best to keep his brother alive, no matter how much it annoyed him. 

“You're lucky I feel pity for you, even at your strongest, you're still weak.” Cardinal said, bluffing through his confident smile. Before Galaxy could rebuttal, in a flash of light, Cardinal was already gone. Galaxy blinked before he shook his head and shifted his attention to Mr. Park.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Galaxy asked as he helped Mr. Park sit up. “Easy now…” Galaxy mumbled. Mr. Park's breath was shaky as he stared forward, his eyes wide, as a cold sweat dripped down his face. Galaxy hesitated at first, but he slowly lifted up his hand and gently put his hand on Mr. Park's face, gently guiding his head to look at him. Galaxy felt him flinch at first before he relaxed as their eyes met. Both stared at each other, the other's presence seemed to calm them both down.

“You okay?” Galaxy asked again. Mr. Park blinked before he sighed. He nodded as he rubbed his temples.

“Yeah I'm… I'll be fine.” He sighed as he stood up. Even if his limbs felt like liquid and threatened to collapse under him, he still managed to stand. Galaxy also stood up as he watched Mr. Park slowly shuffled over and picked up his crushed TV from off the ground. He stared at it for a moment, lost in thought. He jumped a bit as he felt a hand on his back. He turned and looked at Galaxy, who was looking up at him, his gaze full of worry.

“Do you want me to walk you back to the showgrounds?” Galaxy asked. Mr. Park stared at him for a moment before he gave a slight nod. Galaxy smiled and turned to walk out of the alleyway. Galaxy paused as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look up at Mr. Park.

“When we get back… could you… stay the night?” Mr. Park asked as he looked up, avoiding eye contact as he scratched the back of his head. Galaxy paused before he smiled. 

“Yeah… I can do that.” He said as he held out his hand. Mr. Park paused for a moment before he took Galaxy's hand, and both of them walked out of the alleyway.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

@ominus-potato Mario.exe has stopped working

Mario and SMG4 both have one brain cell in their heads, and the second Mr. Puzzles and SMG3 take off their shirts that brain cell explodes I swear.

Absolutely loved the fic!! Keep up the great work!! ^^ Can’t wait for part 3! :3 (Take your time tho no rush ^^)

Others check it out!! ^^

[sh00t4th3m00n]

*Tearfully opens Microsoft Word*

[bovinewriter]

So I wanted to practice a perspective thing but it snowballed into a poster for the chapter I'm working on. Hope y'all like it and the chapter when it's done :]

[smg-69]

Fic prompt:

Mario is tired of SMG3 and SMG4 dancing around their feelings for each other so he pays Mr Puzzles to zap them into a romcom.

[niranutcake]

🚪There should not be a man in your closet🚪

A fanart of @screams-in-writing 's first chapter of their wonderful fic "Performance Enhancing Coffee" on AO3 :)

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Maybe writing that Mr. Puzzles/Male!Reader fic just in case the anon specified a drabble was a bad idea because now I'm at 1k words and I. AM. STILL. GOING. THIS BITCH IS GONNA BE A ONE SHOT BRO

[skeletonstudios]

I’m not playing these games anymore I can’t keep rereading the same marware fics I NEED read some new marware fics I feel like a desperate dog checking my ao3/email account for new fics for this ship I’m willing to draw an oc in exchange for something PLEASE

[screams-in-writing]

[Cut the ask down to fit under a read more. I finally got around to finishing this; difficult to be so vague ugh tumblr]. Also, new episode, who’s she? Nothing like that happening here (yet-we’ll see how much the fic will cover).

~ (ended up keeping it 3rd pov):

Mr. Puzzles hadn’t expected things to be as intense as it had been. He was shaky, and very sensitive to touch at the moment. But in the afterglow, in the comfortable silence, he got to experience being taken care of. Puzzles especially became aware of this when he was back to taking in his surroundings, as you slowly and carefully tucked a blanket around him, and cuddled under it with him.

Mr. Puzzles shivered involuntarily at the gentle petting your fingers gave to his back, being very careful of his spine. He wordlessly leaned back into the touch, asking for more without his voice but at a sudden wince as your hand passed over the spine he heard you whisper. “Is that too much?”

It wasn’t. It would never be too much. He needed the touch like he needed to match the way you breathed alongside him, despite having no need for it himself.

Mr. Puzzles desperately needed to have this connection. It’s making him experience a cocktail of emotions he’s not had on a very long time, including a sense of vast contentment that hung over him like a second blanket. With a static hum, Puzzles languidly moved his limbs, paused, then lifted an arm with hazy effort to flop it over your chest (rather gracelessly) but he felt so good he thinks you’ll forgive him. Mr. Puzzles left the limb there.

A silent plea for continued connection, even in his artificial limbs.

Mr. Puzzles couldn’t help but let out a relieved whimper at the pleasant tactile sensation of your fingers lightly tracing his arm, the feeling heightened on his usually less than feeling robotic arm and hand. Puzzles was t sure how to describe the pure bliss he fell in to when you reached what’s left of his shoulder where it met metal.

“Still good there, big guy?”

Mr. Puzzles would very much like to respond intelligibly to that. He had to try to find his words or make some sort of an acknowledgment that he very much wanted this to go on for as long as possible. His fingers twitch at the gentle touch along the scars on his arm, screen a fuzzy soft static, until your touch changed as you link fingers with his ungloved hand. This caused Mr. Puzzles’ face to a glitchy soft smile. Then, an equally soft, raw tone finally tumbled out. “Don’t stop.” With a withheld groan, Puzzle moved his arm up off you, after regrettably having to let go of your hand. He managed to get onto his back, carefully adjusting against the pillows before he half turned toward you.

You clearly hesitate when you see Mr. Puzzles facing you, likely remembering the way he’d asked you to not look at his chest.

He melted at the thought of you remembering his words all that time ago, and they way you’d begin to forgive him for other things he’d down along the way. Puzzles’ hand curled lightly, twitching. He took a short inhale before he slid the blanket down to his waist. The low lights and Mr. Puzzles’ own screen illuminated his chest and torso, giving you your first full look at the scars that crisscrossed over his body from the modifications and maintenance Puzzles made to his body over time.

You are still looking at his screen.

“It’s all right, my dear.” Mr. Puzzles’ murmured to you, insides squeeze at the respect to his words that like so long ago. “I trust you.”

[Little conversation would be here]

Gentle exploration of Mr. Puzzles’ chest and torso, and with his heightened sensitivity he felt everything done to him much more acutely.

The kisses to his scars…

The lingering touches…

It was unraveling him in the best of ways.

And when you eventually lie curled to his side, with a hand to his shoulder, to encourage him to wrap an arm around your back?

Wonderful.

The way you explored his neck, the wrapped wires that connected and held in place beneath the cloth over his cervical vertebrae?

All giving Mr. Puzzles the most incredible experience of pure bliss at all of the touch and attention laid on him, and only him. Puzzles shivered again, a little pleased static hum emitting over the way your breath lingered near where you rested your head beneath the bottom of his metal head.

Such pure bliss; he didn’t believe he’d ever get to experience this.

[mrpuzzlessimp420]

Mario Simulator (Joke Fic)

Chapter 1

Ships: Marware, BatteryAcid (Mr Puzzles x Orange Juice), SMG34 (minor)

Mushroom Akademi was your normal pseudo-japanese highschool and Mario was a normal student.

He had... awful as shit grades because he didn't concentrate in class (god I wish I was that carefree ) and had a decent enough reputation, expect for that one incident where he was caught... you don't want to know what he was caught doing.

Anyway, Mario was normal.

He awoke to his loud two trucks alarm and started to get ready for the day. Putting on his highschool girl uniform that definitely did not look like the sailor scout uniform, not brushing his teeth and grabbing a plate of spaghetti to eat.

He quickly checked his phone to see that it was... 8 a'clock??? He was going to be late and get told of by SMG4 because of it!

Spaghetti plate still in hand, he rushed out the door, trying his best not to trip and be a clutz like he always is.

He eventually arrived at the school, only 2 minutes late and ran to his class, before realising he had no clue where he was going and had to check his timetable, which he also realised he lost like 5 months ago.

After 10 minutes of searching for his class, he finally found it and sat down in his seat, absolutely exhausted, spaghetti plate still in hand.

"Mario? You're late again? This is the 20th time this week! You know what I don't care, just don't be a nuisance like yesterday." Karen stated, not giving a crap about Mario because she is a girlboss, a legend and the moment.

The lesson went surprisingly quickly as the entire time Mario was finishing of his spaghetti or talking to SMG4 about memes or some cringey shit like that.

When the lesson and 2nd period was over, it was finally break.

Mario ran to say hello to his friends before a figure caught his eye.

The figure was a tall, handsome TV head giving out audition leaflets for a school play, rather dramatically you could say... and pathetically as he was literally on his hands and knees begging one student to join, a crying baby face replacing his normal emotes on his TV head.

Mario's heart skipped a beat. Oh how he had fallen for this TV head for the past couple of months. Yeah he tried to mind-control his friends to force them to preform in a everlasting play but that was ages ago. Honestly, Mario was down bad for him, his patheticness, his passion for the arts, his dramatic nature. I mean he was even good to look at, I mean look at those cables and wires (bro 😭) .

"Mario? MARIO!"

Mario finally snapped out of his god damn solioquy and lovestruck pinning just to be faced with a very annoyed SMG4.

"Where you even listening to anything I said?" SMG4 asked, pissed that Mario hadn't been listening for the 100th time this week.

"Uhhhh..." Mario said before saying the most, disgusting, revolting thing you ever have seen that had to be censored for the sake of EVERYONE'S sanity.

"What? No??? I was explaining the entire FNAF lore." SMG4 explained like the cringe pathetic loser he is.

"I honestly still don't get it." Meggy stated

"I do." SMG3 stated, with lovestruck eyes that told everyone in the room that he did not understand anything SMG4 just said and just liked to hear SMG4's voice

"Ha ha Gayyyyyy!" Mario shouted before being punched in the face by SMG3

"Shut Up! You like Mr Puzzles!!!" SMG3 declared, deflecting Mario's accusation back onto Mario.

"That's because he's-" Mario was once again censored by the Great Fanfic Writer in the sky who didn't want to write out the disgusting thing Mario just said about Mr Puzzles

"We.. didn't need to know that but anyway what was I on about again?" SMG4 asked, forgetting his entire lore dump he just did a few minutes before hand.

"You were on about the lore of FNAF?" SMG3 stated, looking back at SMG4 with eyes that were screaming with 'I love you so much, I want to hear your voice all the time, we are friends, we are literally soulmates made for each other, I would literally die and kill for you.'

"Oh yeah!" SMG4 was a oblivious idiot and didn't notice SMG3's obvious pinning "Anyway Foxy Bro killed his own brother or some shit and got really depressed ig, couldn't be me"

SMG4 went on to ramble about FNAF again but Mario got bored immediately. Why would anyone care about a Purple Guy and some dead children? The lore was way to complex for Mario's stupid little brain anyway, he couldn't even count to 10 let alone remember all of that.

Mario's focus went back to the pathetic Vox look-alike and sighed lovely.

He was perfect to Mario. Absolutely perfect. Though he was a bumbling idiot and still not fully redeemed, he was harmless and Mario knew he could fix him.

Mr Puzzles was now acting like that desperate clinging to a student to get them to join didn't happen and was still handing out leaflets for the audition.

Maybe Mario could audition? It's not like he had anything better to do with his life other than eat spaghetti and annoy SMG4 24/7. And it gave him the excuse to hang out with the handsome TV head.

Before Mario could think any longer, a new character appeared on screen and jokely spooked Mr Puzzles, which caused Mr Puzzles to jump and move his hands dramatically like a primary schooler trying way to hard in a poorly done school play.

Mario immediately didn't like this new figure. How dare they spook their one and only true love? And be friendly with him? (Damn Mario just let him have friends, he needs them desperately)

The figure was tall, taller than Mr Puzzles in fact which was a surprise, and extremely buff, looking like that one yaoi art base (you know the one). His head was replaced with a glass of orange juice which for some reasons had eyes on it, like working eyes. Mario didn't question it though as the canonical SMG4 universe was already lacking of lore on how the fuck Mr Puzzles is alive after he cut his head off.

"Awww, did I scare you pookie bear? I'm sorry~!" the figure said, kissing his lover on the check loving.

"I-It's okay OJ-Kun! You just scared me a little that's all." Mr Puzzles said, extremely flustered and shy now out of no where, acting like a uwu soft twink.

Mario was seething with anger. Mr Puzzles had a lover? A boyfriend? This was not okay. Only Mario could be his boyfriend and if he couldn't, then no one could.

An idea popped into Mario's head, quite surprising as he probably didn't have any braincells left.

A very... unique idea.

You see, there was something actually... unnormal about Mario.

He was what you would call...

A yandere.

(part 2 when??? Lol)

[roomforwonder]

I'm so normal About him