Super Mario 64 DS but it's ruined by AI

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I didn’t mean to “fix” anything.

It started with my old copy of Super Mario 64 DS—the kind of cartridge that’s lived in drawers, backpacks, and jacket pockets and still boots like it’s proud of itself. One night I found it wedged behind an old controller like it had crawled there on purpose. I snapped it into the DS, expecting the usual cheerful nostalgia.

Instead, the title screen felt… patient. Like it had been waiting for my thumb.

I laughed, because that’s what you do when something harmless feels slightly wrong. The room was quiet in that way rooms get at 2:13 a.m., when the air sounds like it’s holding its breath. I told myself I was tired. I told myself it was the lighting. I told myself a lot of things, mostly because I didn’t want to admit the simplest one: I was enjoying being creeped out.

The save file was there, but it wasn’t mine. Not exactly. The name was close enough to make my stomach do a little somersault—like someone had tried to spell me from memory. The timestamp was nonsense, too. Not “wrong by a few years,” but “wrong in a way time itself would object to.” I stared at it, then stared at the clock, as if the numbers might get embarrassed and behave.

That’s when I got the stupid idea.

Sometimes you poke at a mystery because you want answers. Sometimes you poke at it because you want content. I decided to take the game and “improve” it—scramble it, twist it, let a hungry machine reinterpret it until it stopped feeling like a comforting childhood thing and started feeling like a rumor about itself. I told myself I was in control.

The first result was fine. The second was stranger. By the third, my folder names started auto-correcting into phrases I didn’t type. A couple of files appeared with zero kilobytes, yet refused to delete. One of them was titled “THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK,” which I absolutely did not name, unless my hands had learned to type while I wasn’t watching.

I should have stopped there. I did not stop there.

The DS was sitting on my desk the whole time, open like a tiny clamshell mouth. Every now and then the green power light would blink—even when I hadn’t touched it. That’s normal, I told myself. Lots of electronics do little blinky things. I am a grown adult and I do not fear a plastic rectangle from 2004.

Around 3 a.m., my phone buzzed with a notification from an app I don’t have. It was a single sentence:

“HE LIKES WHAT YOU DID TO HIS FACE.”

I stared at it for a long time. Then I did the only responsible thing a reasonable person would do in that situation.

I hit render again.

Somewhere between “this is creepy” and “this is hilarious,” the whole process started feeling less like editing and more like correspondence. Like I was sending postcards into a dark mailbox and receiving something sticky and polite in return. My computer fans sounded like they were whispering.

Then, right when I was about to call it and go to bed, my DS closed itself. Not dramatically. Just… clicked shut, like a librarian ending story time. The screen went black. The power light stayed on.

A beat later, the hinge creaked open again—slowly—until it rested at the exact angle of a person leaning in to tell you a secret.

On the top screen, there was no game. No menu. No warning. Just a blank field and one line of text in that clean DS font:

“MAKE IT WORSE.”

I snorted. Because that’s absurd. Because that’s not how any of this works. Because the universe is not supposed to give notes.

But my hand moved anyway—and the power light blinked twice, like a wink.

So here it is: the “worse” version. Not a neat explanation. Just the artifact of a very dumb late-night decision to turn something beloved into something that feels like it remembered you first.

If you’re watching this at an unreasonable hour, with the volume a little too low, and you catch yourself glancing at the corner of your room like you expect a plumber in a red hat to be standing there, judging your life choices…

Don’t worry.

He’s probably just proud you came back.

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This is a parody video made purely for entertainment. It is not affiliated with or endorsed by any official entity. The movie is the property of its respective rights holders.
This AI content is transformative and satirical in nature, intended to reimagine and poke fun—not to replace or compete with the original.