I can feel your presence, yet you're still absent. || [SMG34]

Chapter 3

SMG4 looked at SMG3, who laid on his back because of a loss of energy. The wound was prominent, you could see the things that make up the SMG's. Code on the deeper edges but still full of veins just as anybody else in this world they've come to love. Four had no time to gaze, this was on purpose by the creature, for something he did not cause, yet cannot fix either. Dropping the sword, SMG4 picked up SMG3 in both his arms, holding SMG3's back with one arm and supporting his legs with his other, running away. He ran as fast as he could with his short stride, SMG3 felt shockingly lighter, but he wasn't waking, he looked like he was barely breathing. Where did SMG4 accidentally stab him? Was it that bad?
He approached the group, breathing heavily as he continued to hold 3 close to his chest.
"What happened?!" One would yell, but SMG4 couldn't make out the voice as he took sharp inhales and let out long exhales. Four didn't respond, looking at Three who seemed to not be opening his eyes.
"SMG4, what happened to SMG3?" Meggy asked, the weight on Four's arms started to drop, shaking like they would drop the poor guardian any second now, but he wasn't going to.
"I..." SMG4 whispered. He looked at Meggy, then Mario, then back to SMG3. "I don't... I know but I don't– an.. and we just need to- can... I'm not thinking, but I can't stop and say and think when..." His voice rambled, trying to piece together a coherent thought but all that could come out were jumbles or words smashed together to form sentences that had never been formed before.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. Let's just, get him to a hospital as soon as we can and-" Meggy tried to comply, but another voice stepped in.

SMG3 jolted up. His thoughts scattered, his breathing was heavy. He didn't know what was happening, his body felt like he was laying on a cloud for eternity, but beneath him was grass. It was soft, softer than normal. He knows he's dead but... something is wrong. Wasn't there supposed to be pearly gates like everyone on Twitter had mentioned, or is this idea of hell? Maybe they didn't exist, it's not like he could just talk to people in the living world. If we're being honest, he thought he'd end up in the Graveyard just to rot like the rest of memes, but he's not like them. He's a material girl. He doesn't have any memes in him besides being a Guardian. His surroundings were dark, a grim like feeling. Burning buildings tumbled and crashed in the background, emergency service sirens were loud as an old earrape meme you'd use to wake up a friend. Was this a personal room in the afterlife? Or has he been asleep as a ghost for this long? So many questions, he had all the time in the world to answer them. SMG3 stood up, walking around what he called his 'personal hell', watching buildings crumble to pieces as a monster continues to ravage the city. He knew how the dead worked, being the 'Leader of the Internet Graveyard' can teach you more than the internet. He knew that he can't interact with how the world is surrounding him, just like the extremely expired memes. There was a barrier between Life and Death, some memes just never come back, which is when they start to fade, and start being forgotten. Think rage comics, or impact font facebook memes. SMG3 hasn't seen one in years.

His gaze shifted to his right, looking at what he once knew as his group faded away into air. All he could see was them carrying his and SMG4's body. He wasn't dead. SMG4 wasn't dead. There was no way, and even if there were, he wouldn't be in some place like this, having been forced to relive this memory. He had to be alive, he wouldn't be able to live comfortably knowing Mario's life was even more at stake with both of them gone. He wouldn't be dead comfortably knowing that just after SMG3 had passed on, SMG4's life grew dim. Is that how avatar's work? If only he could ask SMG0 and Niles. Niles. Gross. Maybe there were different sections of the afterlife in this universe, one where he didn't have to see him. The one who caused the chaos upon his now called friends and the world he became so comfortable in. He would swear if the disaster brought upon them was by his hands, then his face would look VERY punchable. His hands curled into a fist as he realised that Four was alone. Whatever challenge comes their way that's universe destroying, that could harm many people was left to him and his friends. Meme conversion wouldn't be able to happen, unless it was stated that SMG4 can hold hands with 1 and 2, but that would be awkward with a possible imbalance and experience. He felt bad, not something he normally would feel, but it's different. Like a detachment feeling. A feeling that SMG3 would most likely never witness or feel again, a draining source. His whole body felt funny, something gross feeling was rising up, but settled down. Then the feeling settled away.