Previously on SMG4:

After another attempt to get into Smash and being rejected, Waluigi snapped and discovered a new godlike power in rejection. As his powers grew and as he learned to control them, Waluigi would instigate a T-Pose Zombie apocalypse in the Mushroom Kingdom, then he would torment the land's resident idiot Mario and his brother Luigi before vanishing from the land without a trace.

However, in secret, Waluigi was preparing to unleash the apocalypse upon the world, and his mastery over the T-Pose Virus' power would improve. As Waluigi schemed in the shadows, Mario and SMG4's group would make new friends in the cyborg gamer girl Tari with aspiring Splatfest star Meggy Spletzer bonding with her after a brief rivalry at a carnival run by Bob Bobowski.

One dark day at Glitch Con, Waluigi finally emerged from the shadows and began his attack on the land, disrupting the convention, and turning many people into his T-Pose slaves. Despite the efforts of Master Hand and many other brave individuals, the Waluigi Apocalypse had begun. The question remains:

Who will stand against the Wah-Man in these dark hours?

Chapter One:

A Carnival of Posin' Zombies

Somewhere in darkness, somewhere in the Mushroom Kingdom, and far away from civilization, someone sat back in a comfortable chair with their eyes on the monitor, observing the grim insanity. Ominous and upbeat jingle-y music played over a radio for a moment, and the figure crossed his fingers in a calm, and collected manner.

"Waluigi, Waluigi..." The mysterious stranger mused, "It's such a shame that someone isn't giving you the love that you needed. All that chaos, just because you wouldn't be accepted into Smash. Oh, what a show you're performing, a show I can't profit from."

A screen flashed in the darkness, displaying a creepy smile-y face with rainbow-like teeth, and a PUZZLEVISION emblem made its appearance out of the shadows for a moment. The dark figure chuckled, and the screen began displaying multiple faces, with a disturbing angry face appearing at one point.

The figure laughed in a sudden fit of madness. "Oh, I don't know what's going to happen next, BUT I'M GIVING THIS ZERO STARS!" He shouted, "What a terrible, terrible show. Yes, very terrible, and we don't know if we'll have a happy ending. Or do we?"

He stood alone, surveying the carnival grounds, with an eerie breeze whipping around his cloak. Faint fairground music played on a loudspeaker for a time, and Bob Bobowski held a bag of money that he'd taken from the last group of "suckers" who'd attended his carnival. It had been days, and something was quite off.

Bob didn't know what was going on, but he had a feeling that, just perhaps, it would take a little longer for his next scam victims to come swinging by. The sky above looked ominous, full of odd thunderclouds, which had a purple hue to them.

The hobo Garo held up a cigar and smoked on it, then he blew out the smallest hint of fire, and threw it in the trash with the other cigars that he'd smoked.

An apprehensive Bob looked up at the sky again, hearing the roar of thunder in the distance while faint traces of lightning flashed in the clouds. However, the bolts' colors shifted between purple and yellow whenever they exploded.

"PrEtTy BoRiNg ToDAy." Bob remarked, "MaYbE tHe MoSt BoRiNg WeEkEnD eVeR. I cAn'T bElIeVe ThAt I'm RuNnInG a CaRnIvAl ThAt HaS nO cUsToMeRs, aNd My MoNeY PiLe AiN't GeTtInG aNy BiGgEr ThAn ThE AmMoUnT oF tImEs My OvAl EgGs GoT... Eh? WhAt'S tHaT OvEr ThErE?"

Just when his day was about to get a little more boring, Bob spotted someone right by the cotton candy stand, and his eyes lit up with glee. This could have been it, his latest customer, his first sucker in forever. An elated Bob ran to greet the newcomer, and saw that it was a Toad. However, he stopped short.

The Toad, bearing the color of yellow, stood still, with arms spread like the wings of an airplane. Despite his low-level IQ, Bob recognized the pose that his "customer" was doing, and flashbacks flooded his head like wildfire.

He looked around, seeing a pair of T-Posing Koopas near the Ferris Wheel, and Bob noticed a couple of Deku Scrubs, Gorons, Whomps, and purple Teletubbies, all doing the T-Pose as they glided across the carnival grounds. Bob backed away slowly, outraged and terrified that his carnival was being hijacked by the T-Pose Virus.

"No! Nonononononononononononononononono!" Bob exclaimed, "WhY hErE? WhY NoW?!"

His eyes flashed an angry red, "I aM nOt HoStInG a T-PoSe FaIr! If SoMeOnE tHiNkS tHeY cAn TaKe BoB aNd HiS cArNiVaL, yOu PiCkEd ThE WrOnG DuDe To MeSs WiTh. It'S sHoOtInG gAlLeRy TiMe, BiTcHeS!"

The foul-mouthed, money-craving Garo pulled out a Tommy from his robe, and took aim at the zombies with confidence. Bob squeezed the trigger, firing like mad at the T-Pose virus victims, and vowed to rid his carnival of the zombie menace. The whole place had become one massive shooting gallery, and the prize?

Survival.

"WhAtChA gOt Up YoUr T-PoSe SleEvEs, YoU sOuLlEsS T-PoSiNg PoSeRs fRoM tHe DaRkEsT DePtHs oF HeLl?!" Bob shouted at his uninvited guests as he kept shooting, "YoU jUsT hAd To Go EaT sOmE sTuPiD-aSs PuRpLe MuShRoOm In A fOrEsT lIkE ShRoOmY dId! YoU tOoK mE bEfOrE, bUt I'm NoT bEiN' TaKeN bY YoU cRaZeD bAsTaRdS aGaIn!"

Click-click-click!

"OuT oF aMmO? OuT oF aMmO!?" Bob shook his gun like mad, "HeCk No! HeCk NO! RoCkEt LaUnChEr AwAy, BaBy!"

He ran back to his booth, and ducked behind it. The Garo opened the drawer under the counter, and pulled out the Panzerfaust that he'd found in a junkyard over the weekend. He poked up, seeing the carnival grounds were swarming with T-Pose Zombies, and Bob took aim at a pair of T-Pose Toads.

"As UnClE BoB tHe TeRmInAtOr WoUlD sAy, LiKe WiTh ThE T-1000 iN tHe sTeEl MiLl..." Bob declared, "HaStA lA ViStA, BaBy!"

Despite his bladed hands, the Garo tapped the trigger, and the rocket screamed towards the T-Pose Zombies.

Bob slapped on some shades, watching as an explosion illuminated the carnival grounds, and was just starting to think about getting the beer when the dust settled, revealing that the zombies he'd shot at were still moving.

"Oh, DaMmIt, DaMmIt, DaMmIt! HoW dO yOu KiLl A T-PoSiNg BaStArD?!" Bob exclaimed, and he saw the zombies had gotten closer, "No! DoN't! StAy BaCk! WaIt! PlEaSe! DoN't Do It! Nonononono..."

The zombies grabbed him, swarmed him, and pulled out the Garo before piling on top of him. Bob screamed, begging for mercy, and tried to fight them off, tried to cut his way out of the swarm, but the zombies were too strong. Bob felt himself getting weaker, and his vision blackened. And for a moment, he could feel the T-Pose virus infecting his "oval eggs"...

SMG4:

WAH-POCALYPSE NOW!