Random brainrot (Mostly SMG34)

SnowTrapped Rewritten (1)

Ok guys I finally got back into my computer! This first part really doesn't have much shipping yet, just a normal SnowTrapped rewrite.

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SMG4's POV

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! MARIO! ARE YOU DONE YET?!"

Of course that idiot was no help. He was saying something to that...snowman...over there, who probably couldn't help us at all. Oh, there it goes. It just left.

I shivered in the cold, angrily approaching Mario. "Mario! Wh-why aren't you fixing the car?!" I exclaimed

"Hey! I'm trying here," he said. "People aren't being cooperative, man!"

I facepalmed, trying to stay calm in this situation where I kind of wanted to strangle the red Italian. "You just HAD to dance when the song Shake your booty came on the radio...now look where we ended up!" I cried. I was about to say something else, too, but then Mario pulled out his phone!

"Oh look, I found my phone!" he said, smiling. "We're saved!"

THEN HE FUCKING THREW IT AT THE CAR, DESTROYING BOTH HIS PHONE AND OUR ONLY WAY TO LEAVE.

"It didn't work..." he said, sounding defeated.

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?" I screamed, filled with rage. "Yeah, the car was broken, but WE COULD'VE FIXED IT YOU IDIOT! Why?! Why did you have to do that?!" I felt myself inching closer to death every second... "Mario! Aren't you freezing?" I asked. "You have to understand how bad this is!"

"Mario's as cool as a cucumber!" he said, laughing. God dammit. This is really gonna be how I die?!

Wait a minute...

"SHELTER! We're saved!" I yelled, spotting an igloo! I started running towards it, desperate for any warmth I could find inside.

Then the worst possible thing happened.

I looked up and saw my rival, SMG3, on a robot! "It's time to dieee, ladies!" he laughed. There was one thing he didn't account for, though, or rather someone: Mario! Even if he was dumb and pretty much useless, the strange little man had some serious stealth when it mattered. And right now, he was attacking SMG3!

Thank you so much, Mario, for finally doing something right! I thought to myself as I ran into the shelter. I'll come and help you once I stop dying!

I heard loud noises outside. Fighting noises, mostly. But then there was a huge blast, and suddenly-

"What's up?"

"Oh, hell no!" I exclaimed at the sight of SMG3. "No! Out! No little douchebags in my shelter!" I cried as I tried to push him out, but he smacked me away. "You idiot! I can't get out! We're snowed in!"

Oh, shit.

(Cut to Mario being a fucking dumbass or something cause idk what to put here)

"Nooo! I don't want to be stuck here with you! We're doomed!" I cried.

SMG3 just smiled and said "That red Italian guy will save us! Right...?" His smile faltered when I burst into tears.

"Oh, it can't be that bad!" he rolled his eyes.

(Cut to Mario)

Mario, to a random guy: Hello! Would you like to help Mario?

Rando: No.

Mario:

Mario: Fuck you-

(Back to the story)

"Okay, so maybe it is that bad!" said SMG3 when I explained some of Mario's antics.

I sighed, holding my head in my hands. "OK...I hate you, and you hate me...but we need to figure out how we're gonna get along for now." I pulled out a green crayon and drew a thick red marker line across the floor, dividing the igloo into 2 halves.

SMG3 stared at me in confusion (probably because of the weird crayon). I put it away and turned back to him. "You get your side and I get my side. OK? No touchy my side!" I explained to him.

"Wait, what? Bullshit!" he snarled. "You get the TV and the toilet?! That's not fair! You're set for life!"

I glared at my rival. "Oh, come on! You've got like a..." I quickly glanced around his side of the room. "...sexy-looking table over there...and, ummm...a pet parrot thing over there..." We both looked over at the, uh, thing. It was pretty fucking hideous and useless, and we both knew that I had definitely given myself the better half of the igloo.

"Fine! We can share the fridge! Okay?! God!" I shoved the refrigerator to the middle of the room. SMG3 glared at me with his dark red eyes, wanting to kill me but out of energy to do it. "Ugh, alright then! Thanks, uh, douche!" he said.

"Yeah!" I said, staring him down. "No problem, uhh, butthead!"

We turned around and started walking away from the fridge. For about one second. Then we both darted back to the middle like rabid animals who hadn't eaten in months, scrambling to take all the food.

"GAH- NO-" SMG3 pushed me aside, trying to fling the metal doors open. I pushed him to the ground, but he quickly got back on his feet, and neither of us were making much progress...

SMG3's sharp fingernails dug into my arm in a desperate attempt to make me get out of the way. "OW- THREE, THAT FUCKING HUR-" I started to scream, but he interrupted me, also stopping for a second.

"What did you just call me?" he asked, laughing. "What, do you have a nickname for me or something, dumbass?"

"Shit- I meant-" I heard squawking. "SMG3! HOLY CRAP!" The parrot was EATING the ENTIRE FRIDGE!!!

We were both silent for a minute, just staring at the weird-ass bird who had just fucking eaten our only chance at survival. I wanted to strangle it. I also wanted to strangle SMG3 but right now the bird was a priority.

I screamed. So did SMG3.

God, fuck this! This is gonna be a long day before I die in this shitty igloo...

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So yeah pretty normal so far except for the ending...

We'll get to see SMG3's POV next!