You had kicked Super Horror Mario down a pit, thinking he had died.

9 and a half minutes later, he jumped back out of the pit, his face slightly melted but more elongated than melted. His eyes had sunken, no longer having pupils.

He was more pissed off, his hand holding the cleaver gripping it tighter, while his free hand gripped the air.

He laughed, and laughed, and laughed

“We’re not done.”