Author's Note: Apologies on the last part, I genuinely forgot SMG stood for Super Mario Glitchy and made SMG4 just write down his nickname instead.
I was going to abandon this, but my partner really wanted me to continue it, and anything for them! I'm so happy I know at least one person is enjoying it, and that person is the best person ever!
Anyway, enjoy!
SMG4's POV:
"Ooooh, looks like someone's got a little crush!" teased Meggy, not realising the severity of the current situation.
A tear was brought to my eye. My first thought, was he going to be like this forever?
I answered Meggy back. "Meggy, please, not the time. Can't you see he's in critical condition?"
I think she realised what had ACTUALLY happened after that, but she kind of went into denial for a moment. Maybe that's her mechanism of coping?
SMG3's face fell to a more worried expression. "What's up guys? Why are you crying?", he asked.
The nurse that walked us in here, with no hesitation, started explaining.
"So, he's got amnesia at the moment. We think that this'll only last a few days.
We checked the reason why multiple times, and despite the injury around his head, none of his brain seemed damaged.
It's a common symptom of what happens after you pass out, although, we have different reasoning behind this.
When the ambulance took him in, we could strongly smell chloroform. You might want to check in with your friends, see if they know anything about this..."
Chloroform? Isn't that the thing they use to knock people out? Who could've done this to SMG3?
Maybe Tari was right, Enzo could've been behind this. He had an unusual amount of weaponry and things to knock people out with in his wardrobe.
Bowser told me so, although I'm not really sure why.
I walked over to SMG3, he looked quite confused but at the same time, quite happy to see me. And everyone else.
"Hey, I like your dungarees! What's your name?" He asked, completely oblivious to everyone around him and how the room was reading at the moment.
"SMG3, do you really not remember ANYTHING?" I asked him, tears falling down my cheeks, feeling as if weeks of pain were all for nothing.
Although, he ignored the main part of my question, and flooded me with a wave of questions instead.
"SMG3? Is that my name? What a weird name, huh? What does "SMG" stand for? What's my actual name?"
I looked at Meggy and Mario, hopeless, wondering what we're going to do, and more importantly, how we're going to cover the hospital bill.
I looked back around and hugged the man, realising something.
All the pain he was going through the past week or two, how he had saw me, how people were starting to know more about him, his sudden rage and waves of anxiety was all over.
He was completely clueless, and for the first time in a while, fully and truly happy.
He sat there for a second, then swung his arms around me.
"Hey, I must be quite charismatic to win this guy over, right?" he grinned, looking at my two best friends who slowly nodded to what he said.
Meggy had a very awkward smile on her face, clearly holding back a lot of emotion, and Mario sort of gave a thumbs up and his normal cheery face.
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Lore Inaccurate SMG34!
FanfictionAngsty, slowburn sort of SMG34! Please, I feel high writing this thing and I'm not even that much of an SMG4 fan. Ask me who SMG0, 1 or 2 is and I'll be clueless. Nonetheless, enjoy!