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All that work they had to go through,
All that trauma that had to be experienced,
All the close calls of nearly getting killed…
All for nothing.
Boyfriend gave it his all and fought until the last second against Horror Mario's final form, Ultra M. He knew Girlfriend would want that, for him to be brave and laugh in the face of danger until the end. That memory of her was enough to make the blue-haired boy sob… That was the first time he cried like that in a while. it didn't last long though. He was too distracted by his girlfriend in front of him, morphed and mangled to look entirely like something else. Her body hung and swayed from the strings tied harshly on her wrists as her crushed vocal cords forced her to sing and spit out chunks of blood, Ultra M chanting a song behind both of them. It scared him.
It terrified him.
Of course, Ultra M saw this as a perfect opportunity to end this tomfoolery once and for all.
The unexpected spike pierced through their boyfriend's chest, directly dragging his heart out of him in a sickening pop! The sound rang through Ultra M’s ears like music. Boyfriend's once tensed body filled with rage and despair, now limp and relaxed as it bled out.
His eyes, fiery and determined, were now empty and colorless.
The microphone dropped out of his hand, falling into the endless abyss the green pipe held that Boyfriend once stood on, silence holding in the air.
It was finally over.
Girlfriend was dead, her corpse now a puppet and part of Ultra M's endless kill count.
Boyfriend was dead, his heart bleeding out on the spike just like his tears.
And now there was no more fun for M to have.
He was alone again.
—
But in the distance, a window could be seen. A woman in a blue blazer watching from afar. Her hands slowly gripped the windowsill in anticipation. She's been carefully watching the whole thing, from the couple being dragged into this twisted world, to the tragic ending.
Now was her chance, she had this one chance to do it.
All she had to do was teleport the corpses to her, revive them, and then have fun with them. Easy enough.
She raised her hands, ready to snap her fingers. When, suddenly, a hand grabbed the end of her blazer and tugged her away from the window.
“Yo, Short stacks!” The woman slapped the hand away from her body, her expression showing aggravation.
“For the last time, it's Ms. Mii. What do you want now!?” Ms. Mii turned her body around, her black eyes meeting two other women sitting on the couch in their living room.
“Can't you see that I'm busy right now!?”
“Don't care and didn't ask. Look at this video, lady!” The octoling, known as Wasabi, held her phone out in front of Ms. Mii’s face, her other hand dragging the woman to sit on the couch with her.
“But… but I need to- UGH! Fine.” Ms. Mii pouted, arms crossed as the octoling pressed play on the video. I guess her plan can wait a bit, she just hoped Mr. Sys wouldn't get a hold of them.
She couldn't let her rival get to them before her, not yet. They both treated everything as if it were competition, even if it was for stupid things like this. Ms. Mii was already getting a headache just imagining Mr. Sys gloating to her face. She hates that guy so much-
-I am currently hitting the griddy for Ukraine. Vladimir Putin, you better be scared.-
The sudden sound took her out of her thoughts, the video showed multiple young children doing an odd dance that Ms. Mii didn't know; it felt like she was watching a sick person's dream. The face Ms. Mii had was causing the girl on the right, Starz, to giggle uncontrollably. Albeit, heavily muffled by the gas mask she regularly wore. This led to a domino effect as now the octoling on the left, Wasabi, was laughing loudly, making Ms. Mii side-eye the octoling in disgust.
-Young Money clan and I, are getting wins for Ukraine in Fortnite. And getting many victory royales.-
The video ended, leaving the living room filled with nothing but laughs and giggles.
“What the fuck did you just make me see.” Ms. Mii blinked in confusion, Wasabi trying to hold her breath to respond.
“Starz sent me this and we thought you'd find it hilarious!”
“So… you're telling me that you wasted my precious time for a video!?” The Mii jumped out of the couch ran, stopping at the window, now finding both Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and even M gone.
Ms. Mii slammed her closed fist against the windowsill in anger, not noticing the octoling and a short mayor following her shortly. Wasabi used her hand to tilt her shaded sunglasses to properly look at the furious Mii.
“Jeez, no need to be so pissed about it. Come On Starz, I'm gonna order some takeout-”
Before Wasabi could finish her sentence while twirling one of her cyan tentacles on her head, she gets slammed into a wall, her eyes staring into Ms. Mii's.
The next thing Starz knew, Ms. Mii was continuously hitting Wasabi in the head with a rolled-up newspaper, With Starz trying to pry the Mii away from the octoling.
This was gonna take a while.