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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 months ago

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LEATHERFACE | BUBBA SAWYER (TTCM & TTCM P2 | TCM: Next Generation a little)

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Sex w/ Leatherface (Bubba Sawyer | Leatherface x Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, (TW: Cannibalism, human-skin leather), mature content, smut, dom/sub dynamics, slasher shit idk

Pic source: middle•The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part 2 & beg./end•Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Next Generation

Happy 5 days till Halloween!!! 🎃

Kinky? Not necessarily, but he could be with some practice and some explanations.

I cannot in good taste say this man is a Dom, I can hardly say he’s a Top. He will certainly Top for you if asked to but if anything it’ll be more of a case of topping from the bottom. You’ll need to talk him through it too.

He can be really good and give you just what you want but where he really falls apart is at you bossing his ass around. He will forget he’s supposed to be in charge, okay?

Bubba can’t Dom for you if you want him to, he’s not naturally a Dom and can’t slip into the role very well. There’s some amount of lack of confidence there, but mostly it’s just a general lack of desire to dominate you that hinders him. Manhandle you to a certain extent, yeah, but truly taking charge of you isn’t something he’s as interested in.

No, he doesn’t want to hit you! What’re you talking about?

We all know he can be very domineering and intimidating, looming over and throwing around helpless victims, but that’s his ‘job’ and duty to the family. With you it’s different and he can just exist as your partner.

If you introduce kink into your lives/sex lives then you’ve got to be patient. Bubba will take to bottoming and even subbing eventually, but even with his sexual interest he’s still new to anything that’s not his fist and the occasional finger.

Just about dies the moment you mention pegging to him. He submits to you so well when you’re fingering him open and he’s loud, whimpering and moaning and begging nonsensically to you the entire time you’ve got him shaking apart and on the edge.

Refuses to be hit really. You might want to try impact play but, even with you, Bubba isn’t having it. Being hit reminds him too much of his brothers’ discipline and taunting for him to find it enjoyable. Hell, if you don’t talk about it beforehand and you slap him in the moment he’ll pull away from you upset and then you’ll have to put in the work of getting him comfortable with you again because you crossed one helluva line there.

Let this man dress up for you, he will lose his mind. I’m talking cock straining against his panties while you apply his lipstick, alright?

He speaks to you so softly like this, natural blush coloring his cheeks, but he’s not ashamed. He just needs you so badly.

Naturally, if impact play is off the table for him, degradation is too. At least for Bubba. He can’t take that shit and you will actually hurt his feelings. Even the lightest of degrading names will turn him off for a week, don’t try it.

Talking Bubba through everything is crucial. It’s crucial to varying degrees in any relationship, but with Bubba any slip up could nuke your connection and how safe he feels with you.

He will accept the sweetest kind of edging though. Praise him while you milk his cock and he’ll melt. Even as you’re denying him release, how soft you’re being with him will only work in your favor until he’s crying desperate tears and you finally let him come apart for you. He’ll get incredibly clingy afterwards so aftercare is something he’s already receptive to - you just have to get him comfortable with allowing himself that level of vulnerability around you - and so long as you don’t deny the poor man completely y’all’ll be alright.

Despite his hate for degradation and impact play he doesn’t mind subbing for you in general. He wants to let you take the lead and take his responsibilities off his shoulders for a while, even if just in non-sexual ways.

Denying him gratification, though, is the best way to make Bubba not disobey you and learn to stop pushing against your rules and you taking the lead whenever you two have sex or are in a scene. He hates being denied you or an orgasm, but it still doesn’t feel intense enough (as a punishment) for him to crash out.

Will get nice and dolled up and jerk off for you if you ask. Or he might just do it to surprise you one night.

Gets worked up easily. You already capture his attention at every turn, sexual advances on your part will work him up to full hardness in seconds.

Typically he initiates most often, but he tends to redirect himself really easily on his own if he decides he just wants your usual attention instead or if you’re not in the mood. Even hard he’ll shift gears until his penis has calmed down but he’s not immune to getting needy and you’re not immune to getting turned on by him whining for you while he’s trying to do his best not to dry hump you or the mattress.

Letting him hump himself to completion on your thigh while your hands on his plush hips stabilize him is peak. He gets so frantic and uncaring as he pants your name into your mouth and kisses you messily before throwing his head back and moaning wildly.

Most of the time y’all have sex it’s when everyone is out of the house because, short of you gagging him or making him hold his own hands to his mouth and taking full control, Bubba’s loud.

Worship this man. Body worship, cock worship, praise. Kiss his soft belly and suck hickies into his skin. He’ll soak it all up and with his little noises, brown hair sprawled underneath his head across his pillow, and blown pupils he’ll get you so goddam wet it’s not even funny. He’ll clean you up with his tongue so well afterwards too; he can’t get enough of your juices running down his chin and the way you taste drives him mad. Bubba will overstim you by mistake after holding you still through your orgasm with his strong arms if you let him.

He’ll eat you out on your period (if you’ve got one). Full stop, he’s so attentive while you’re menstruating and considerate of any pain you're having and will get you anything you need even if he sometimes misses the mark. The second you let him dive into your pussy once your flow’s at its heaviest he descends on you like a man starved and you can’t do anything but hang on to his hair and shake as he moans and squeals into your tasty dark, red tinted cunt with his tongue delving as far as it can go.

His face will be covered in so much blood afterwards and he won’t let a drop of that go to waste either. He’ll want to kiss you afterward though so whether or not you want to taste yourself like that or if you redirect your kiss to his forehead is up to you.

Call him pretty, he’ll shiver and preen and blush. Compliment his masks too, he worked very hard on them and wants to show them off.

It’s either a hard limit or it isn’t when it comes to letting Bubba keep any of his masks on during sex. He wears the mask for his own emotion laden reasons so him taking it off and being his bare self with you is something y’all will have to work on together.

Just casually running your hands through his hair will make him melt into you.

Force him to hold himself still while you masturbate in front of him.

Don’t tie him up, he’ll panic at being restrained. Just let him exercise his own self control and if he fails change the subject as a form of punishment. You’re still the only one who gets to orgasm but this time he doesn’t even get to watch since he couldn’t listen.

Because most of his victim pool tend to be rude and stupid you’ve had random people walk into the house and make it all the way up to y’all’s room to interrupt you before. You screamed, Bubba got fucking belligerent, you kicked somebody down the stairs, there was blood everywhere and you had to help Bubba clean it before everybody else got home. It was a whole thing.

He did start to lick the blood that had splattered against your skin off but you weren’t into all that after so much work, you just wanted to bathe.

Bubba gets very jealous. Literally just him seeing you talking to whatever poor fool managed to get within the Sawyer’s crosshairs makes him drop everything else he’s working on just so he can kill that person. It’s nasty too, how mean he is when he goes in on them; not even trying to preserve them for meat. He’ll fuck you in the blood too if you let him, just to further lord you being with him over the victim’s corpse.

Match overalls, cute outfits, or lingerie with him. He loves that shit and how much it makes him feel claimed but appreciated and like he’s unarguably yours.

He will absolutely let you collar him but you have to be very delicate with your language (he’s not an animal, and he will take offense to being regarded like one even in a kink sense) and you cannot be too rough. This is a huge act of trust for him, don’t squander it.

And never forget that this man is a chainsaw murderer, fuck with him too much or break his heart and there’s definitely a chance that’ll be the last bit of drama you’re ever privy to. Passionate emotions make Bubba sloppy too, and sloppy means your death will not only be excruciating but slow (he would also absolutely eat you to keep you close while he mourns).

Bubba has damn near no choice but to fall more in love with you and (more often than not) get turned on whenever you don’t take shit from his brothers or any smart mouthed trespassers.

He also might not be fit to Top or want to dominate you but he will absolutely participate in bondage and tie you up. And he would be very good at tying knots, it’s just teaching him the correct ways to tie you up safely (especially if you want to be suspended) so there’s no circulation issues and the like that you’ll have to take the time to do first.

Let him fuck his cock in between your pushed together tits. It’s an exercise of his own control when he’s horny, and the sight alone will have him creaming all over your chest. Not to mention how much he really likes seeing you covered in his cum. He'll clean you up, don't worry (…probably with his tongue).

Loves seeing you with his chainsaw. He’s worried, of course, and will be knocked straight out of any arousal if it’s on and you're anywhere near it. Seeing you handling it properly and bringing it to him for a kill does him in bad though. Add the usual maniacal glint in your deep brown eyes whenever you’re pissed enough to actually be an active participant in a kill and he’s a goner. Don’t let you get covered in blood or deal any blows to the poor person you want dead either, you’ll make the man drop to his knees for you then and there, and killing with a hardon ain’t easy work. The man wants to get active as soon as you’re done too so good luck with that.

The blood and bits of torn flesh stuck in your coils and/or sticking to your scalp and coating your body like a second skin aren’t exactly horny triggers for you…obviously, but he is very fucking into it. Fucking you whenever you’re like this is one of the few hard no’s you’ve had to give him, because you and some blood born disease were not getting acquainted you did not give a shit.

Honestly, show some love to him when he’s wearing his masks and he’ll lay down his life for you; you’re a major keeper at that point.

Overall Bubba is an otherwise recipient partner…if he trusts you. If not, you're dying full stop, that man’s temper is a force all on its own.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! I really love this one!🧡

Also, what can I say, I wasn’t even that humorous with this one. God, I always feel so awkward talking about sex.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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midnight1nk · 1 month ago

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EPISODE CONCEPT #5

What if... WOTFI 2024 had a very different ending?

[more below cut]

For context, this was an idea I saved in my back pocket, based on my early theories of Marty being the villain for WOTFI ‘24. It obviously isn’t what we got at the end, however, this concept is not out of the realm of possibility…

“You asked for this.”

SMG4 placed a protective hand on Mario’s shoulder, glaring at that cardboard cutout for that comment. This is ridiculous; how did Marty went from creating poisonous spaghetti sauce to building a whole CARNIVAL to trap them here? All because Mario left him behind in prison for spaghetti.

An eye for an eye, there was always two sides of the same coin.

Marty, a cutout whose sole purpose was to take over Mario’s Pizza stand, felt underestimated. Under appreciated. What more did he had to approve to show he was friends with his own creator? Four supposed he could share that sentiment but there is a line where revenge can be mistaken for justice.

Mario, known to be an icon for Nintendo and the Avatar of the universe, has the ability to break reality for two consistent things: (1) spaghetti obviously, and (2) his friends. Mario simply couldn’t help going after his favorite thing, didn’t intentionally leave Marty in prison. To betrayal. Whatever happens, the Crew would stand by Mario's side.

This domino effect of misunderstandings has lead up to this, a feud between a creation and its creator. And this has to end.

From on top of the unmoved Ferris Wheel, Marty looked down at them and let out a robotic laugh. They don’t stand a chance. With a puff of smoke, he disappeared. The Crew, who was watching him from below, exchanged glances at each other.

This was WOTFI, they knew the drill, but what were they supposed to do? Marty without a doubt made it impossible for them to escape when they are playing in his territory. A rather flashy territory, that is. The lights, the theatrics, if SMG4 knew anything, this wasn't Marty’s style.

Saiko: “Well, we can’t just stand around and do nothing. Anyone got any ideas?” Bob: “I’d say we start blowing stuff up.” [*SMG3’s eyes lit up with excitement*]

SMG4, Karen, and Mario shared a look. The three knew Karen still had a mission to finish off Marty and this would be her last chance to do so. With the expertise that she has, she could lead the group, have a plan. But SMG4 and Mario don’t want to out Karen to the Crew that she’s a former assassin. Realistically, Karen wouldn’t be the odd one out of their mix-match Crew. For meme’s sake, they have a melon goddess and a goofy Avatar that could bend time and space.

But the men wanted allow Karen to have that choice to tell the Crew or not, giving her a nod. Her secret was safe. She nodded back in gratitude.

Karen: “It’ll be best if we split up and search around the grounds. There might be something that could help us get out of here.” SMG4: “It’s worth a shot. Just to be safe, guys. Grab a buddy and we’ll meet back here in half an hour.”

They all hummed in affirmation or gave a thumbs up, splitting up into different directions. Since Four was the only one left without an available partner, he decided to join Meggy and Mario.

Going through the game stands, Four prayed to the spaghetti gods that nothing was going to pop out of them for a scare. A cheap one, Meggy added.

Marty has shown to be incredibly resilient against attacks. Not even a nuke could leave a scratch.

Meggy upgraded her Splattershott with some of the parts from a water shooting game, now twice the power.

In a Whack-a-Mole game, Mario grabs a couple of hammers for himself and SMG4. They were similar to the ones he and Luigi used in combat in past adventures and Mario being his Avatar, Four could easily learn a few of his tricks.

Four, unlike the other two, was distracted at one of the stands. With a slingshot in hand, he aimed the small rubber balls at the targets. Perhaps it was muscle memory or something, he didn't miss a single one. He sighed in lament, maybe the Crew would’ve enjoyed spending a day at the carnival if they weren’t trapped here against their will. When Four was readjusting his cap, he felt that a bump inside. In the strange pocket dimension that was Four’s cap, he reached in to find one of Three’s bombs. After a second, it clicked for him. Right, SMG3 hid this back when the cafe went through that fake inspection visit. A bomb and a slingshot, an idea came to mind. He stuffed the both of them under his cap, it might come in handy later.

As he turned around to return to the others, something caught his eye. By where the stands end, there’s a couple of small tents set up. He couldn’t tell from any of them what was lurking in the darkness. Except for one.

Four went to clutch his right wrist. Louder and louder and louder, he could feel his heart trying to burst out of his chest. That…

Meggy: “SMG4! Our time is up, we should head back to the others!”

Pulling back from the blur of his mind, he let out the air caught in his throat he unknowingly had. He released his grip, shaking his hand until he could feel it again. Why here? And why now?

He looked back at the tents once last time, his expression numb.

.・*-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-*・.

WOTFI has ended, Marty has been defeated, and Karen completed her mission by delivering the finishing blow. Three’s bomb came in clutch at the right moment when the Crew was backed into a corner and it was thanks to Four’s aim that got them out of it. Naturally, the Crew celebrated and they all went home to rest after such a long day, leaving Four alone in the Castle. After splashing his face with water, Four gripped the edges of the sink. Whatever made his mind spiral is twisting his stomach. He felt sick but he swallowed it back down. No, it was already too much as it is.

This is what you asked for.

He was never exactly a fan of his reflection. At times, it showed how tired he looked. In others, it became its own person, taunting him. Just as it was doing now. After some thought, he dared to face at the bathroom mirror and his determination looked right back at him.

Karen wasn’t the only one who needed to finish a job.

He dried his face. Grabbing a hoodie, a flashlight, and a cap loaded with his combat tools, he left the Showgrounds without anyone noticing. He made sure no one followed.

.・*-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-*・.

The carnival was mostly destroyed due to their winning battle against Marty, left abandoned. Not even the Ferris Wheel was lit up, its presence only noticed by the shadow against the sky. Retracing his steps, Four let his light guide him through the grounds. The rustle of branches and dirt from under his boots was the only noise that broke through the silence. Despite being here just a few hours ago, it felt like the first time.

Things were never truly the same in the dark.

Long at last, he arrived at the tents that were miraculously still intact. He stopped at the entrance of one in particular. Right above was a simple sign, a metallic ribbon with five golden stars. He took a breath and turned off his light. Marching through the curtain and into the dark, he waited.

“I got to hand it to you: you do know how to keep an audience waiting in suspense.” SMG4, scoffed: “Mr Puzzles.”

Mr Puzzles snapped his fingers and the flame on the candles magically sparked to life, lighting as much as it possibly could for Four to take in. The TV man sat across from where Four was standing, a table being the only barrier between them. The candles, the hanging beads. The typical crystal ball. Four rolled his eyes, how fitting. It seems that Puzzles has read his mind, based on the grin he has now.

Mr Puzzles: “Here for a fortune…? SMG4, interrupting him: “Cut the bullshit. Don’t think I haven’t figured it out that you were the one helping Marty.”

Puzzles, unfazed by Four, merely shrugged.

Mr Puzzles: “Well, he did lack creative vision.” SMG4, a dark aura settling upon him: “How’s this for an idea, you son of a glitch: if you EVER put my friends in harm’s way again, I’ll make sure to TEAR every. Single. Damn wire off of you.” [*eyes narrowing*] “Starting with your throat.”

It took all of Four’s willpower to hold himself back from throwing the nearby chair at Mr Puzzles’ face. His eyes flashed a dim magenta. Puzzles looked up and down at him with an expression that Four couldn’t decipher. Tired? Unimpressed? Pulling out a deck of cards, Puzzles focused his attention in shuffling them.

Mr Puzzles, monotone: “My my, and what will your audience think of your attitude?”

Four steeled his expression, not caring for this "distraction". His hand was on standby, ready to pull out the hammer Mario gave him earlier or a Meme Poké ball from his cap.

Mr Puzzles: ”We're entertainers, SMG4. It's our desire to make the audience happy, no matter the cost.” [*flipping each card in between his fingers*] “And you would know better than anyone that sacrifices are bound to happen.” SMG4: “My friends aren’t for your amusement!” Mr Puzzles: “As if you aren’t doing the same thing.” SMG4: “Getting them in random situations is one thing but I’m not the one using them as puppets.” [*shakes his head*] “So, no, I don’t know whatever the hell you mean.” Mr Puzzles, looks up at Four with an amused grin: “You chose to sacrifice the USB to save SMG3.”

Four blinked. A wave of unease passed over him, just for the fact alone of Three’s name coming out of his mouth…

One of the strings that held him back snapped. He could feel his right eye slightly twitch, pinch a bit of the velvet tablecloth.

Mr Puzzles, mutters curiously: “Hmm. A bit of a touchy subject, huh?” SMG4, forcing himself to recover: “Alright, spit it out already. What do you want from me? Otherwise, I’ll start counting down until sunrise for you to leave the Mushroom Kingdom for good.” Mr Puzzles: “I’m not the one sneaking off in the middle of the night into a fortune teller’s tent, SMG4. Well, since you insist…” [*holds up a card of sunflower being stabbed by a sword, it’s petals swiped with blood*] “Curious to see your fortune?” SMG4: “If this is one of your Puzzlevision tricks—” Mr Puzzles: [*puts the card back in the deck*] “A parlor trick, nothing more. If you let me read your future, then I'll give you what you want.”

Mr Puzzles’ hand gestures to the empty chair. An offer. A risky one at that, Four hesitated. He scanned Puzzles’ face for a sign, anything that would reassure him that this couldn’t be trusted.

…Nothing.

Of course, he could simply leave. But that would also risk Puzzles’ getting away again. Another plan to destroy his friends. He would need to keep an eye on him.

Four pursed his lips into a thin line and took a seat. Slouching against its back, he crossed his arms with the attitude of a moody teenager. Puzzles started shuffling the deck once more.

Mr Puzzles: “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, SMG4. The cards will be doing the talking, not me. They will be the ones that will see your past, present, and future.”

Puzzles played the cards in every way he could with pizzazz, his limbs moving in complex motion. A peculiar dance of sorts. Despite it all, Four didn’t appreciate him showing off. What are you up to, Mr Puzzles?

Mr Puzzles: [*spread the deck into a fan within his hand*] “Just pick three. Let them see through your heart and soul.”

Four did what he was told, leaving the cards he picked on the table. With a twist of his wrist, Puzzles made the rest of the deck disappear. The TV man picked up the first card, showing an image of Four’s USB.

Mr Puzzles: “Now you, young Meme Guardian, were the original glitch, affecting time and space to the universe. Reality was rewritten by your presence.”

Somehow, with a flip or the swipe of the card, Puzzles created a colored moving scene. Where once was a picture, it has changed. What once had a back was no more. It wasn’t any pictures either, they were in a gentle watercolor. Almost as if they were a peek at Four’s memories.

“You were fulfilled with the adventures you went through, the friends you gathered along the way.”

As Four sees, there was now an old picture of the Crew…

“Even having a rival gave you a thrill.”

…SMG4 and SMG3 in their classic models, looking at the other with hostility. Ready to go after each other’s throats…

“Back then, you couldn’t ask for anything more. After all, you had a dream… To make everyone happy.”

On the final swipe, it showed Four’s former self, looking over his shoulder with a smile. Ever so happy he was, editing a video in Peach's castle.

Four rolled his eyes. What does he know about his past? Nothing, that’s what. But he couldn’t deny it, it really was his dream. Nor was it something he tried to hide. Puzzles flip the second card, a picture of people crowding over a cowering Four. Their faces were replaced with large eyes.

Mr Puzzles: “However, it came to a cost. To them, it was never enough. You could never forget all of the things they have said to you, the unimaginable. What is the point of art if it can not survive beyond its creator? What is love if not sacrifice?”

A bittersweet series of portraits came raining down, one on top of the other….

Desti.

Axol.

Terrence.

SMG0.

And…

“Your sacrifice.”

Unlike the other cards, Four’s portrait was in carbon charcoal, his sketchy face staring back at with immense paranoia and horror. Possessed. The only color it had was the pink highlighting his scars and eyes.

“You were lost in your own potential, this addicting high… and you were saved by that man you called your rival.”

With a swipe, Puzzles revealed the next picture: a smiling Three, appearing almost angelic with the light shined behind him, gently holding a broken Four into an embrace. Watercolor and charcoal, blended together like it was meant to be.

Four’s gaze soften. He could never forget the ‘perfect’ incident. Endangering his friends, leaving Peach to a horrible fate. Ruining everything. All because he was selfish. And indeed, SMG3 saved him, in every way he can be saved. If only Four could do the same.

…Focus, Four. He’s just trying to get into your head.

“No matter how much you apologized, it was never enough.”

The picture changed to a white silhouette of Four against a dark background. Floating vertically right above his head were a series of glowing white lines. As if….

“Your burdens became your crown. As heavy as it was on your head, you remind yourself: ‘at the worst of times is when you put your biggest smile’. But you wonder how long will it take your friends, your audience, to see through your lies.”

With swipe, it changed to Four smiling at the viewer. An empty smile but a smile nonetheless. Four reached for his right arm, once again by instinct. His body tensed. Was I too obvious? How did he…? Puzzles paid no mind, picking up the last card and stand behind Four.

Mr Puzzles: “But don’t fret, SMG4, for your future I see: Your efforts won’t be for nothing…”

He presents the card over Four’s shoulder for him to see. The final picture: Four standing proudly on a pedestal, a light shining behind him.

“…for you to become the man you always wanted to be.”

Four slowly takes the card from his hand, allowing Mr Puzzles to sit back where he was. Puzzles crossed his legs, steepling his fingers in anticipation. One might wonder what is going on in Four’s head.

The truth is, Four didn’t know himself. His mind was clouded, spiraling in thought. And yet it also went empty. He’s fine but he felt like he was going to puke. Empowered by emotion but numb. Everything and nothing.

Awaken.

He tosses the card onto the table with a huff.

SMG4, tempting to hide his unease: “There. You read my future.”

Four gets up from the chair and starts to head out. He needed to get out. When he reaches for the curtain with his right hand, he looks back one last time to see Puzzles’ nonchalant smile.

SMG4: “Now, do your end of the deal. You’re lucky you get a head start.” [*turns back around*] Mr Puzzles, hums: [*nodding*] “Why, yes. I believe I should give you exactly what you want.”

Just as SMG4 was about to leave, a sudden pain coursed through his fingers. Four let out blood-curdling screams, dropping to his knees and onto the floor. This agonizing sensation crawled up to his arm, he felt as though he was being boiled alive. Out of desperation, he took off his glove and rolled up his blue sleeve.

The secret that he kept under his clothes, they glowed pink. No one knew of the scars he’s gotten from the incident.

SMG4, gritting his teeth: “How did… What did you do to me?” Mr Puzzles, unfazed: [*stands up from his chair, picking up a prepared suitcase*] “How naive. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a plan in the event that Marty failed to destroy your stupid friends?”

Four felt sick to his stomach and threw up what was clogging his lungs. To his horror, what he saw, was another secret. One he tried flushing away so many times before.

The black goo.

Its consistency was thick as slime, and it was as dark as ink. Just as how he remembered. Puking his insides out in the toilet, hiding the worst parts from his friends.

Only this time, it had eyes, all sketchy and glowing. And they looked back at him.

Mr Puzzles: “I needed a failsafe, and what better option than my fellow showman?” [*winks*] “Don’t forget: you and I, we’re entertainers. The audience demands for more, SMG4.”

From the shadows of the candlelight, the red eldritch creature emerged, its appearance quite familiar for the two men as it was the same one that consumed the old castle and corrupted Peach. To Four’s surprise, a tentacle reached for Mr Puzzles and he responded back with a friendly pat. As if it was a pet.

The pink veins have reached to Four’s neck, his cries being caught in the burning sensation.

Mr Puzzles: “We made sacrifices to keep them happy.” [*walks towards Four*] “Memory and body were the cost I had to pay to be eternal alongside my creation. I understand this must be painful and death may be a mercy, but what good will that do?” [*stops before Four and knees down to meet the other’s eyes*]

Four rolled himself over from his back, his forearms trying to hold him up.

SMG4, his voice cracking: “B-but it’s impossible! The keyboard is gone, along with Peach’s castle!” Mr Puzzles: “Oh, SMG4.” [*his face changed to red with realistic eyes and grin*] “It never left. What other explanation is there when you need a second more of speed, a hand of strength, or your good aim?”

Puzzles reached for the black goo but it squirmed away, hissing.

Mr Puzzles: “Though, I never understood why my own creation hated me, and chose you as its host. Not that it’s my problem anymore.”

Puzzles stands up, swiping away the inexistent dust off of his clothes, before heading towards the exit with his suitcase. The red creature slithered inbetween the wires of his body.

SMG4, wincing: "You... liar..." Mr Puzzles: “I haven’t told a single lie. I gave you your future and I’m giving you what you wanted: a chance to become the man you always wanted to be. You had unimaginable power right between your fingers and you foolishly gave it all up for him. Hmm. I suppose, if I put it that way, I can see why he did the same for you."

Four’s body begged for the end of its pain, his limbs twisting and turning in all the wrong ways. He could hear the sound of cracking from his bones. His clogged-up lungs searched for air as the veins spread across his eyes. The goo he puked was immediately attracted by the vulnerability of its host.

Four’s eyes fully turned magenta.

Mr Puzzles: “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll leave the Mushroom Kingdom. Whatever you end up doing to your friends, it's their blood in your hands.” [*his voice glitches*] “Now, may I remind you: I get a head start.”

Puzzles leaves the tent with a wicked laugh, a gust of wind from his exit blows the candles out.

SMG4: “Puzzles…. When I get….”

Four could feel the goo slithering up his severe wounds. It whispered, dozens of voices merged together into a mess of words. He tried everything to get this thing off of him but it only made the goo consume more of his body.

The host must survive.

Suddenly, hallucinations of the Crew appeared. He tried to reach out, pleading to be saved. Their vacant smiles were the only response. One by one, they faded away as the goo dripped from his mouth and the corners of his eyes.

Meggy... Mario...

…Three.

I never wanted this!

But this is what you asked for. P̶͖͙͕͓̒͘é̴̖̔r̶̼̱̰̼̰̂͐͒͘f̶̞̐͗́̓̄͜e̴̬̮̜͕̻̐̈̋͑̈́c̴̢̛̅̂t̸̢͓̩̹͒͠i̷̲͈̪̱͐͋̔͝o̷͈̎̃͗̚n̸̘͌͆͐.̸̡̣̋̌

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