Well, I gotta say this and say that this is made when I watched the review of (Mario) The Music Box and I thought that since that questionable fan game, might as well make a story out of it, right?

For those who don't know '(Mario) The Music Box', it is basically a stereotypical example of an RPG Horror Game but with Mario characters and yes, it is as ridiculous as it is sound and for better or worse, it does give a lot of recognition.

Well, if that game actually exist, then let see if I could make an SMG4 and Witch House Crossover because really, I have no idea what to do with anything.

Regardless, as for the one that made a review about me on how I should stop making new stories and focus on one story at a time, all I can truly say is that, admittedly, I'm not ready, okay?

I'll only continue if I actually have the passion and the effort and I need to satisfy my brain of it's creative juices.

Well, anyway...

On with the story...

Disclaimer: I do not own SMG4 and 'Armageddon knight gaiden: rpg horror maker' by 'blazeinferno4'. They belong to their respective owners.

Enjoy.

The morning sun, if you could even call it that smoggy haze over the Mushroom Kingdom "sun," was already a headache for anyone with a semblance of normalcy. But for Mario? It was just another Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Or… whatever-day-it-was.

Mario, clad in his usual overalls and sporting a grin wider than his… well, everything, was in the castle kitchen. His 'usual shenanigans' involved attempting to cook spaghetti. Key word: attempting.

Flours are everywhere and the pasta looked like it had been through a war with a blender. And the sauce? Let's just say it resembled something closer to lava than edible tomato puree.

Luigi, bless his green-clad soul, was watching from a safe distance, perched on a stool with an expression that screamed, "I'm too tired for this."

Peach was trying to clean the mess with magic, muttering something about 'dimensional rifts of pasta sauce', and Toad… well, Toad was just cowering behind Peach, occasionally peeking out to see if the pasta monster had been vanquished.

"It's-a gonna be-a the best spaghetti ever!" Mario declared triumphantly, holding up a clump of…something… on a fork. It dripped ominously.

Luigi gulped. "B-bro… are you sure that's… spaghetti?"

"Mamma mia, Luigi! Have some faith!" Mario stuffed the clump into his mouth with gusto. His eyes widened. He chewed slowly. Then, his face turned an alarming shade of green.

"WAH!" Mario spat the… thing out with the force of a fire hydrant. It landed with a SPLATon the floor, leaving a crater in the tile. "Maybe… needs a little more… fire?"

Peach facepalmed. "Mario, you almost set the entire castle on fire yesterday trying to make toast! Please, just… maybe go outside?"

"Outside?" Mario pondered this, scratching his head with a flour-covered hand. "Outside… is-a where the… adventures are!" He winked at the camera.(Fourth wall break! Look at that!)

And just like that, fueled by the near-poisonous spaghetti and a healthy dose of his own brand of illogical enthusiasm, Mario bounced out of the kitchen. He zoomed past the living room where SMG4 and the gang were playing… well, whatever chaotic game SMG4 had concocted this time. It involved rubber chickens, Bob, and questionable sound effects.

"Mario! Where are you going?!" SMG4 yelled, momentarily pausing his descent into madness.

"Adventure!" Mario shouted back, already halfway out the door. "Spaghetti-fueled adventure!"

"Sounds… concerning," SMG4 muttered, going back to hitting Bob with a rubber chicken.

Mario, meanwhile, had decided that 'adventure' meant 'running in a random direction until something interesting happens'. This, in the Mushroom Kingdom, was surprisingly effective as he soon finds himself… in a forest. But not just any forest. This forest is… spooky for the trees are gnarled and twisted, the air is cold despite the sun-ish-haze, and there is an unsettling silence, broken only by the occasional creak and groan of unseen things.

"Ooh, spooky!" Mario exclaimed, completely unfazed. He started skipping down a path, humming a jaunty tune that sounded suspiciously like the Super Mario World theme… played backwards and underwater.

The path led him to a clearing. And in the middle of the clearing… a house. A very… odd house. It was old, ramshackle, and surrounded by a thick, impenetrable barrier of roses and thorns. The roses were a disturbing shade of crimson, and the thorns looked sharp enough to pierce steel.

"Whoa! Look at-a that!" Mario gasped, ignoring the ominous vibes radiating off the place like a bad smell. "It's-a like… a rose-y fortress! Maybe Peach is hiding a cake in there!"

Driven by the incredibly compelling logic of 'roses = maybe cake', Mario decided to investigate. He tried to push through the rose bushes.

THWACK!

SCRAPE!

RIIIIIP!

"OWIE!" Mario yelped, jumping back, his overalls now sporting several new rips and his face scratched. He looked at the rose bushes, then back at himself. He grinned mischievously.

"Hmm… maybe brute force isn't the answer! Maybe… SUPER BRUTE FORCE!"

He charged at the rose bushes again, this time with a running start and a battle cry that was mostly just incoherent yelling. He bounced off the thorns like a rubber ball, landing in a heap on the ground.

"Oof! Okay, okay, plan B!" Mario dusted himself off. He looked around for a… door? A secret passage? A conveniently placed warp pipe?

Instead, he found a small, unassuming sign stuck in the ground near the roses. It read, in slightly creepy, faded lettering: "Welcome. But are you truly welcome? Only the house knows… and the roses remember."

Mario stared at the sign. Then he shrugged. "Sounds like a riddle! I like riddles! Especially if they lead to cake!"

He started poking around the rose bushes again, looking for… who-knows-what. After a few minutes of aimless prodding, he accidentally tripped over a loose paving stone near the edge of the thorny barrier.

CLICK!

A section of the rose bushes suddenly retracted inward, revealing a small opening… just big enough for Mario to squeeze through.

"Yahoo!" Mario cheered, completely ignoring the fact that a section of deadly thorns just moved on its own. He squeezed through the opening, now inside the thorny perimeter. He stood before the house, grinning.

"Alrighty, house! Let's see what you got!"

He pushed open the front door, which creaked open ominously, revealing a dark and… surprisingly normal-looking hallway.

"Huh. Expected more… cobwebs," Mario muttered, stepping inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind him with a resounding BOOM!

Mario jumped. "Wah! Rude!" He turned to open the door, but it was now sealed shut. The handle wouldn't budge.

"Okay… maybe the back door?" He started walking down the hallway.

Suddenly, the floorboards in front of him disappeared, replaced by a gaping hole. Mario, being Mario, didn't fall. Instead, he just… hovered in mid-air, cartoon-like. He looked down at the hole.

"Woah! Floor… gone! NANI?!" He pulled out a random frying pan from… well, just out of nowhere, and whacked the air in front of him. He bounced off an invisible wall. "(Boing!) Okay… invisible wall too! This house is-a being a real stonks!"

He then proceeded to walk on air over the hole, somehow managing to maintain his balance despite gravity actively trying to make him fall. Logic was clearly optional in this house.

He entered the next room. It looked like a living room. A perfectly normal living room… except for the portraits on the walls. They all seemed to…watch him. And their eyes… followed him as he moved.

Mario, naturally, didn't notice. He was too busy admiring a… giant stack of spaghetti on the coffee table.

"Spaghetti! In a spooky house! Jackpot!" He lunged for the spaghetti.

As his hand reached for the noodles, the spaghetti… transformed into snakes. Hissing, slithering snakes.

"WAH! SNAKESPASTA!!!" Mario screeched, jumping back and tripping over his own feet. He landed with aTHUD on the floor. The snakes lunged at him.

Mario, in a moment of pure, unadulterated panic, instinctively grabbed the closest thing he could find. Which happened to be a… rubber chicken. The one SMG4 was using earlier. How it got here, nobody knows. Don't question it, it's SMG4 logic.

He started whacking the snake-spaghetti with the rubber chicken.(SQUAK! WHACK! SQUAK! WHACK!)

The snakes, surprisingly, seemed… annoyed by this. They retreated, slithering back into the… coffee table? It was all very confusing.

"Ha! Take that, snake-spaghetti!" Mario declared, puffing out his chest. "Rubber chicken… ultimate monster slaying weapon!" He struck a heroic pose with the rubber chicken, which promptly deflated with a PFFFFFT sound.

"Uh oh," Mario muttered, staring at the deflated chicken in dismay.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out. The room plunged into darkness. And from the darkness… a sound. A slow, dragging, shuffling sound. And a low, guttural groan.

GROOOOAN…

Mario, for once, actually felt a shiver of unease. He fumbled around in the dark, bumping into furniture and making panicking noises.

Then, something brushed against his leg.

Somrlething Cold.

Something Wet.

Something Slimy.

"EEEP!" Mario jumped back, tripping over something else and falling again. He scrambled to his feet and backed away, eyes wide with fear… and confusion.

And then he saw her.

In the darkness, faintly illuminated by some unseen light source, was a figure. A girl. With long, dark blue hair. Wearing a simple dress. And… no eyes. Just empty sockets. Her legs were… twisted. Covered in blood. And she was crawling towards him, slowly, deliberately, dragging her broken legs across the floor.

GROOOOAN…

She groaned again, closer this time.

Mario stared. Then… he blinked. Then he tilted his head. He squinted at the eyeless girl.

"Uh… hello?" Mario said hesitantly, waving a hand awkwardly. "Are you… lost?"

The girl continued crawling towards him, groaning. She was getting closer. Closer. And closer.

Mario blinked again. "Hmm… no eyes, huh? Must be hard to see where you're going!" He scratched his head. "Maybe… needs-a… MAP?" He pulled out a random map from his pocket. It was a map of… Bikini Bottom.

He offered the map to the eyeless girl. "Here you go! Map! For… seeing! Even though you can't see! Heh." He chuckled nervously.

The eyeless girl stopped crawling. She looked… confused? Or maybe just still eyeless. It was hard to tell.

She reached out a trembling hand… not for Mario, but for the map. She took the map of Bikini Bottom and stared at it with her empty sockets.

"Uh… you know that's-a underwater, right?" Mario said, still completely oblivious to the fact that he was supposed to be terrified.

Suddenly, the lights flickered back on. The eyeless girl… was still there, holding the map of Bikini Bottom. But now, in the corner of the room, a figure materialized.

It was a girl. But older. With long, dark blue hair. And… eyes. Perfectly normal eyes. She os wearing a long, elegant dress and had a subtle, almost amused expression on her face.

This is the Witch, known as Ellen.

And she is watching Mario and the eyeless girl (who was, in fact, the ghost of Viola, Ellen's victim and… well, it's complicated). who had offered a map of Bikini Bottom to the tormented spirit of a child. She watched Mario, who was supposed to be scared witless, act like he was just making small talk at a bus stop.

Ellen blinked.

Then she blinked again.

She looked at Viola, who was now seemingly engrossed in the map, her groaning replaced by… a faint rustling of paper.

She looked back at Mario, who was now trying to explain the intricacies of Krabby Patties to a ghost who couldn't see or speak.

Ellen's carefully crafted horror house… was being completely derailed by…this.

She couldn't help it. A small chuckle escaped her lips. Then another. And another. Soon, Ellen was full-on laughing, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face.

"What… what is he doing?!" she gasped between laughs, watching Mario gesture wildly at the Bikini Bottom map. "He… he's not even scared!"

Viola, startled by Ellen's laughter (and probably the sheer absurdity of the situation), dropped the map of Bikini Bottom and slowly turned her eyeless gaze towards Ellen.

Ellen stopped laughing, wiping her eyes. She looked at Viola, then at Mario, who was now trying to teach Viola how to do the "SpongeBob laugh."

Ellen sighed. This was… unexpected. Yet, despite it all, this will not stop her

"I do not know who you are..." Ellen said as she glared at Mario, "But you will not stop me. Not when I am one step closer to have what I want!"

Meanwhile, Mario, still oblivious to the witch observing him and the general horror of the situation, had successfully gotten Viola to make a… gurgling noise that vaguely resembled the SpongeBob laugh. He clapped his hands in delight.

"See! You got it! Now… let's-a find that cake!"

He then proceeded to wander further into the Witch's House, leaving the malicious Ellen who had gone to somewhere to make her plan and a slightly less tormented Viola behind. The Witch's House, for the first time in a long time, was filled not with screams of terror, but with the sound of Mario's nonsensical babbling and… well, whatever noises Viola was now making.

For the Witch's House… had met its match. And its match was a certain mustachioed plumber with an insatiable appetite for spaghetti and an unshakeable belief that everything could be solved with enough silliness and a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated Mario-ness. The adventure, and the confusion of a certain witch, had only just begun.

Well, here it is...

And just so you know, I ain't stopping at creating more new stories to make and not be done with it because let me tell you, I have more and I'm not stopping.

Well, anyway, guys...

Ciao...