The Red String || A SMG34 fanfic

Chapter 16 - Escapism

SMG3 led SMG4 to a room behind the main Starbucks area, where you could find a bed, a wardrobe and a desk: SMG3s bedroom.

SMG4 looked around the room: "Huh, pretty spacious! You know, I actually considered living here for a second after the castle sank into the pit"
SMG3 was walking to the wardrobe, opening it to look for something "Really? What on earth would make you consider living in a Starbucks?"

SMG3 had his back turned to SMG4 at this point, but from the sound of SMG4s voice he could tell that the question had surprised him "Ah! Uh! Just uhm.. theee.. uuh.. the coffee! Yes! I drink a lot of coffee so I thought this was a good match. Anyways, I decided against it because of all the Ugandan Knuckles around"

SMG4 began anxiously looking around the room, trying to look for hidden Memes.

"They're all asleep by now, don't worry." SMG3 had found what he was looking for and turned back to SMG4. "Here, take this" SMG3 handed his partner a shirt and some shorts. "I'm guessing you didn't pack pyjamas before leaving so you can just have these for tonight."

SMG4 took the clothes and examined them. The shirt was dark purple with a little symbol of a rocket ship made out of gummies on the left side. "A Gummyrocket shirt? I didn't know you owned clothing from such popular brands." He joked and SMG3 shrugged.
"Guess we still have a lot to learn about each other"

They smiled at each other for a second before SMG3 broke his gaze and pointed towards a door on the other end of the room. "That's the bathroom. You can freshen up and get changed in there. I'll go get the spare mattress from the attic"

"Sounds good" SMG4 nodded and headed inside the bathroom.

When SMG4 closed the door to the bathroom, SMG3 turned towards the mirror hanging next to the wardrobe and checked his face. He didn't look stupid, did he?? As sad as it sounds, this was the first time he ever had anyone over for the night and he wanted to make a good impression. After ensuring that he looked alright, he looked around the room to make sure it was clean, but thankfully, SMG3 had cleaned up the day before so the room still looked great.

He then headed towards the bedroom door and made his way to the attic. The attic of the Starbucks is where the employees store most of the non-refrigerated items such as the coffee beans, cups and straws. Due to its frequent use and the help of the cleaning personal, it was never too dusty in the attic, making it ideal for SMG3 to also store his own things there; Such as his spare mattress.

He originally got the spare mattress for himself, but it turned out that it was too soft for him. He couldn't return it to the store because they wouldn't give him back his money, so he just stored it in his attic for any potential future use.
He was glad he didn't throw it out.

He grabbed the mattress as best as he could and carefully dragged it back down to his own room, placing it carefully on the floor next to his own bed.

He opened the wardrobe again and got out a pillow and blanket, placing them on the mattress. After arranging everything he took a second to stand there and admire his work.

He was about to get his own pyjamas when he suddenly heard a cry coming from the bathroom that SMG4 had disappeared in. The cry was followed by loud banging and a distinct "Do you know da wae?"

Shit.
A knuckles.

SMG3 rushed to the bathroom, tearing open the door with such urgency that you would believe he was fearing for SMG4s life. And in a way, he was.
SMG4 was great at dealing with normal Memes, but dead Memes were a whole other type of chaos that even SMG3 had difficulties in dealing with.

When he opened the door, he saw that SMG4 had fallen into the bathtub, knocking over a few bottles of soap and shampoo. SMG4 was cowering in fear, trying to shield himself from the tiny Ugandan Kunckles who was dancing on top of the toilet. The scene looked almost comical.
SMG3 didn't know how the Knuckles got into the bathroom, he just knew that he had to get him out.
"KNUCKLES, LOOK!" SMG3 said, drawing the attention from the Ugandan Knuckles on himself. "THERE'S DA WAE!!" he shouted, while pointing at the open window to his left.