The camera light on Marco's laptop flickered on by itself. He closed it, heart pounding. For a week, nothing happened. Then his phone gallery started filling with screenshots—not from the game, but from his own bedroom, taken from the phone's own front camera while he was asleep.

But wrong. His overalls were purple. His eyes were black voids with tiny white pupils that didn't move. He was just… there. T-posing.

But Marco could still hear it. Late at night. A faint, reversed whisper from the drawer where he threw it.

Then he noticed the second star.

It was the title screen. But Mario was gone. The "Start" option was grayed out. And standing where Mario should have been, waving slowly, was Wario. His mouth moved, but no sound came. Except—Marco turned up his TV volume. A whisper, reversed, playing on a loop.

Then the screen cut to black. Text appeared:

He paused the game. The pause screen was normal. He unpaused. Wario was gone. Over the next few days, Marco noticed the pattern. Wario would appear only after collecting a star, only for thirty seconds, and only in your peripheral vision. On the "Whomp's Fortress" tower. Behind the trees in "Lethal Lava Land." Staring into the mirror in "Big Boo's Haunt"—but when Marco turned Mario around, the mirror showed Mario, not Wario.

Star 29: Dire, Dire Docks. The eel was replaced with a stretched model of Wario's face, mouth sewn shut. Marco swam past it, got the star. Exited the level.

Marco found it at a garage sale in a box labeled "Old Nintendo Junk." The cartridge was a faded gray, not the usual yellow of a Mario 64 NTSC. The label was worn, but he could make out the title: Super Mario 64 in the correct font, but below it, someone had scratched in permanent marker: "feat. Wario."

"I'm in the save file now. And you just autosaved." A month later, Marco sold his Nintendo 64 on eBay. The buyer left feedback: "Console works fine, but the save file on the memory card is weird. Says 'MAR10' but the picture is a fat guy in purple. Also, my phone keeps taking pictures of my closet at 3 AM. 5 stars."

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