Date night

Chapter 13: The castle part two

Author's note: Oops, I lied. This isn't the last chapter.

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As the tarp fell, the whole gang was speechless.

"It's beautiful..." Four murmured.

Mario's eyes lit up with joy. "It's here! It's finally here!" He grabbed the doors and flew them open.

As the gang entered, Luigi tapped Four's shoulder. The meme man turned to face the green plumber in confusion.

Luigi held out a derpy looking chonky plushie of Smg4. "I think this little guy belongs to you."

Four took the plushie out of Luigi's hands. He looked up at Luigi. "How...?"

"I found the little guy by the stairs." Luigi rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about the blood, it was everywhere."

Smg4 took a better look at Luigi, he was right. Even he was bloody, although not to the extent Fm, X, Meggy and Shroomy were.

"Thanks Luigi..." Four looked down at the plushie. Blood stain the chonky guy's arms...

Just like his...

Four shook the thought out of his head. He needed to focus; he didn't want the others to worry.

He would just be a burden to them.

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"Four... is this your room?" X looked around at the room. The only things that were in Four's room was his bed, a suitcase full of all of his clothes, and his laptop.

"Yeah, a lot of my stuff was lost when Peach's castle went down..." Four rubbed his arms. God, he kept checking them, so no one wonders why his sleeves are bloody.

Fm cracked his knuckles. "Well, it's a good thing you have us." He smirked.

Suddenly in a flash, the room changed to look like Four was in a temple.

"Uh...where's my laptop?" Four looked around to find nowhere.

"Monks don't really believe in technology." X said.

Four gave him an unamused look.

The room changed again.

His laptop was back, but everything was dark, a radio was playing an emo song, and suddenly a bunch of emos were hanging around.

Four let out a growl. "Do I look like Three to you?" He asked. Although, he may have said that with a little more bite than he attended, as both Fm and X stepped back.

Four looked away from his long-time friends. "Sorry... I- uh... didn't get much sleep last night."

Fm and X gave each other a look, Four didn't know if that was good or bad.

The room changed again... It felt like home.

Four laid down to feel the soft blue rug that was in the middle of the room.

"It's... It's per- pretty good." Four stuttered the last two words out.

"Four, are you ok? You've been acting... Odd." X pointed out.

Four gulped. Crap. Of course, they would know.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I didn't get much sleep last night."

Fm crossed his arms. "Why didn't you get much sleep last night?"

Fuck! Four couldn't think of an excuse. Suddenly, the beeg plushie of him, came rolling to him.

"Ough." The plushie stopped right at Four's feet.

"Uh, I stayed up all night watching memes." Four gave that as his excuse. He grabbed the plushie.

Either his excuse was good enough or his two friends were to freaked out by the plushie to say anything.

A knock came from the door. Fm answered it, he poked his head out for a second before closing the door.

"It's Smg3." Fm said.

Four felt a chill go down his spine. 'Crap, why is he here? He probably hates me again... I hurt him. He probably wants to kill me. I don't blame him... after all the terrible things I did to him and our friends, I deserve it.'

"Let him in..." Four croaked out. He wanted this to be over with. "I would like to talk to him in private." He looked away from the door.

He heard his friend's footsteps and the door closed behind him.

Then, it opened again.

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Three entered the room to see it all decked out.

Fairy lights were stung on the ceiling, posters of Four's favorite shows were above his work desk, his bisexual flag hung above his bed, he had two new monitors to make videos with, there was a chest filled with props, including two plushies of him and Four, back when they were still Mario re-colors.

Four sat on the floor, holding a slightly bloody beeg Smg4.

Three froze, he felt a lump in his throat. He took a deep breath.

"Hello, Three." Four spoke before he could. Four's voice had no emotion in it.

"Four, about last night..." Was all Three could say before he was cut off.