SMG4: My Roommate SMG3

Chapter 1 : Moving In

SMG4 stood right at the doors to SMG3's makeshift Starbucks home after parking his RV in the best spot he could find for it. The doors were completely made of glass so he was able to see into most of the building. Resting directly above the glass doors was a circular, green and white logo of the Starbucks building. It was rather poorly designed and nothing like the official Starbucks logo you that you can typically find just about anywhere else.

The building was very awkwardly shaped. SMG4 couldn't quite explain it but it just felt very off-putting, like the architects behind it weren't very bright when it came to architect stuff. But this wasn't really worth analyzing.

SMG4 looked behind him. There was a cobblestone path that lead to this house. Around him were other structures that looked more ancient, and there were a few trees that dotted the property. The structures had mosaics, intricate designs, and impressive visuals that fascinated SMG4. It only then dawned on him that SMG3 lived around such a beautiful place. It was right next to the ancient temple, too. This was nothing like Mario and Luigi's house. SMG4 hoped that living with SMG3 temporarily would prove a much better, more pleasant experience while he worked to hopefully get a job and have some stability in his life.

The day was beautiful. A sunny, not too hot afternoon, and it was fairly cloudy. Just past the ancient walls were big, towering plateaus as far as the eye could see. Inside the Internet Graveyard were smaller mesas. The trees provided wonderful shade that were able to protect oneself from the bright rays of the sun. So, seeing such a... mediocre at best Starbucks house really made it stick out like a sore thumb compared to literally everything else here. SMG4 couldn't be nit-picky though, as this was going to be his temporary home. He had to like it either way.

With two suitcases in both his hands, he tugged them along as he reluctantly pushed his way through the glass doors. Just above him, a bell rang that announced his presence. It admittedly startled him and so he quickly composed himself to look presentable, setting aside his suitcases.

"Hey, bro!" SMG3 waved at him and approached him. "So you've finally decided to crash with me, huh?"

"Ah, yeah," SMG4 looked over at his suitcases, "I just need to get back on my feet for once."

"You've come to the right place, broke boy." SMG3 said, jokingly. "Living with me will be the best decision you'll ever make!" He puffed out his chest boastfully.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you, SMG3." SMG4 smiled at him, rolling his eyes at his boasting. "Though I can't help but ask anyways: are you sure this is okay with you?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not." SMG3 returned the smile. "It kinda gets lonely down here anyways. It's just me, Eggdog, and Eggpup that live here."

SMG4 couldn't help but feel flattered at those words. Did SMG3 actually want him to live together? This put him more at ease.

"Well I hope I'm good company." SMG4 twiddled his fingers. "I promise I'm not very demanding or, like, high-maintenance or whatever."

"Four, bro, stop worrying." SMG3 slapped him on the back, though not too hard. "I don't mind. I'm serious. Just as long as you let me stream, we're good. Now quit your overthinking and look around. Make yourself at home."

While SMG3 returned to his laptop, SMG4 looked over to the left side of the room just past the entryway. There was a deep, coffee brown L-shape sofa that faced the corner. In the corner was a TV stand that had shelves on either side and glass doors in the middle that kept both an Xbox and Playstation console as well as a Nintendo Switch. Several books decorated the shelves as well as some fake plants. On top of the TV stand was, obviously, the TV which boasted an impressive 55 inches.