Part 2: What Goes Around Comes Around

"Damn..."

SMG4 and Mario had woken up on a golden beach, the metal plane float they had lied on dragged on the shore. A small forest was behind them, along with a couple of hills. But nonetheless, the island was still small enough that you could see the end of it.

Mario flopped down into the sand. "Mamma mia...we're going to die here..."

SMG4 looked at the plumber, taking blue cap off to fan himself in the heat.

"Maybe we will, if you keep grumbling about it. We need shelter and food, or else both of us are as good as dead."

"Save it!" Mario grumbled in annoyance, getting up and wiping the sand off his drenched overalls.

SMG4 got up as well, rubbing his head. "Do you...even know how to survive?" He remembered Mario's attempt at making a survival show. It did NOT go well.

"Um..yeah! Mario's always prepared!" He felt his empty pockets and looked around the beach in a moment of silence. "...Never mind."

SMG4 sighed and shook. "Idiot. Follow me."

The duo walked into the forest, bickering along the way. Finally, they reached a clearing that seemed suitable for a shelter.

"Here seems like a good place. Bring me a bunch of sticks and twigs."

Mario scoffed. "The hell are you gonna do? Lounge here comfortably while I do the dirty work?"

"I'm going to start the damn fire!" SMG4 growled, his massive amount of patience starting to diminish.

"Fine!" The red plumber raised his voice, stomping off into the underbrush, gathering all the sticks he could find. It took a little while, but when he returned, he found SMG4 and no fire.

He was aggressively rubbing twigs together, his white gloves ripped and dirtied. "Come on!" He yelled at the pieces of wood.

Mario narrowed his eyes, smirking and dropping the sticks in front of the blue capped man. "Looks like you suck at this."

SMG4 turned somewhat red. "Says the guy who almost died in a forest alone once, since he was too retarded to even do anything!"

Mario's fists trembled. "You...son of-a bitch!" He tackled SMG4.

The two of them began to fight, the sun setting and already disappearing behind dark storm clouds.

Finally, enough was enough. SMG4 blew up from rage.

"I saved you from the crash, you spaghetti psycho! Now I'm starting to think I should've left you in that chair!"

The red plumber fell silent and backed away, a genuinely hurt expression on his face.

SMG4 processed what had come out of his mouth, and his expression completely changed. He approached the plumber. "Mario...I'm sorry...I-"

Mario turned and ran away into the forest, his signature hat falling off his head- left behind.

"N-No! Come back! I'm sorry!-" SMG4 cried out, but he was already alone.

"..."

He leaned down and picked up Mario's hat, dusting it off in sorrow. He didn't mean to lash out like that...and now his friend was out there alone.

SMG4 clutched the cap tightly, hanging his head. As the rain continued to worsen, he ran after Mario.