Smg4 Oneshots

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Author's note: Wake up new Smg3 angst just dropped. Also, this takes place sometime after 'Video ends when everyone stops watching.'

Also, Also, Trigger warning for: past abusive relationships and stalking.

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Three isn't always good at understanding his emotions. As he stared out the window, watching the chocolate rain fall outside.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself. 

Why isn't he mad at Four? For crying out loud, he humiliated Three today.

He made Three stream in a swimsuit, he made Three think that he went insane, and he made Three kiss the ground! But yet...

Four actually did stop his subathon. 

Why?

'Maybe, he actually does like me.' Three could feel his heartbeat in his ears. A warm feeling spread across his body.

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. Who the hell is texting him at two in the morning?

He opens his phone to see the picture of himself in the swimming pool, but it wasn't from Smg4.

It was from them.

Unknown number:  Wow, I can't believe it was that easy for you to take off your clothes for Smg4

Unknown number: Yet, you hesitated to send me stuff like that. 

Three's hands were shaking. "How the fuck did they get my new number!?!" 

How the fuck did you get this number?

Unknown number: I think it's funny how you try and hide away from me

Unknown number: I will always find you. Anyways thanks for the picture >;)  

Three felt sick to his stomach, he quickly blocked their number. Three let out a tired sigh, which quickly turned into a groan, because his phone buzzed again.

"Back on this bullshit." He murmured to himself, expect it wasn't from them.

It was Four. Thank god.

4: Hey

Three could see Four was still typing something, but the next message never came.

Three silenced his phone and laid down on his bed.

Great, now he has another reason to be mad at Four.

'But, it's not his fault!' A voice in his brain protested. 'How could know about them?

Three still could feel all joy leave him, as he thought about what they could be doing with that picture.

He curled up underneath the sheets and cried himself to sleep.