Mario.exe (Friday night funkin: Mario Madness)

As you were sitting on your couch, you decide to patiently wait for the new game that you ordered online. You were always a big Super Mario fan, so this was a rather exciting moment for you. Once you heard the doorbell ring, you stood up and answered the door. A rather suspicious mailman that resembles a character that you are pretty sure originates from the game among us... You took the game and slammed the door on them. You set the package on the table, eyes sparkling with anticipation. Until... What... the fuck... is this. This is nothing like the thing you originally ordered! Did you just get scammed? it’s an old, grey cartridge covered in mysterious bloodstains with the words “MARIO” written on it with black sharpie. Your confusion later turned into suspicion and curiosity. What exactly did this thing contain in it? Whatever it is, it’s probably not your ordinary NES Game... You decided to pop the game into your NES console and start playing. At first, it seemed like your ordinary, regular copy of the original super Mario bros. Jumping around, hitting mystery blocks, pretty much what you would expect. Until you learned the hard way that you were wrong. You REALLY should’ve told that the game had off-vibes just from the cartridge’s looks alone. When you were hit by a goomba, instead of your regular death animation, the game started glitching and distorting itself into a red, pixelated static. Quiet, nothing noises emitted from your TV as all that is now seen on the screen is dark. You just stare blankly, absolutely dumbfounded. What the hell just happened...? After a couple minutes of imputing buttons on your controller, nothing. You were thinking about taking the game out and getting your refund already... Before you could stand up and do anything, a blooded white glove grabs you through the TV and pulls you into it. You scream for help as your body begins to fall through a void. This is something straight out of a freaky horror movie! After lying on the cold ground unconscious for a few minutes, your muscles begins to twitch awake, and your eyes slowly open. You’re not home at all. These surroundings, these blocks, these tile textures. Are you inside of your own game? This is totally freaking you out. Everything around you is a red mist. This is far from the Super Mario game that you’re used to. Perhaps there’s a way to escape...? You stand up from your previous position and start to walk forward. The cold sound of your shoes hitting the tiles echoes throughout your surroundings. Unfortunately, your little walk was interrupted when you bumped into someone’s back by complete accident. You look up at them. You can feel your heart skip a beat when you realize that this person is someone you recognize. “Is that... who I think it is...?” Your train of thought becomes interrupted when the tall figure speaks to you. It’s menacing voice entering your ear... “Looking for someone? It seems you don’t recognize me...” A faint, malicious grin appears on the figures face. It’s now very apparent to you of who this figure is... “It-a-me... MARIO! Almost...!” My god. That hideous grin that shows his bloody teeth and mouth... it’s enough to make your body start shaking uncontrollably. Mario recognizes this, which causes his voice to tease you with evil intent. “Aww, you seem a little scared...~ Don’t worry. I’m-a-not gonna kill you... Yet.” His devilish, red eyes stare longingly into yours. His blooded knife reflecting his face. “I want to have some fun with you before I end-a-your life...” He takes a step closer to you. His murderous ideas flooding his mind. Your face has a confused, yet terrified expression on it. This being... you remember hearing something about daddy dearest betraying this man before locking him up in a cartridge for life. Just how exactly are you going to get him to show mercy on you...? “You see, I’ve-a-heard so many stories about you. You have defeated lots of creatures, Some like myself...” The demonic Mario puts on a more amused expression. “Monsters, Demons, Angels, Threats...” He holds out his hand. “So, how’s about we make a deal? Three songs, Just three. And I’ll let you go. Lose, and you’ll perish... by my hand...” A skeleton version of a Koopa flies down and drops a microphone at your feet. The choice is now yours. Either pick up the microphone and face him in 3 songs, or try to negotiate with him. Do choose wisely. Your own life depends on this option...