Who are you? (SMG4 au) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5 - Talking to a wall

A/N: Sorry about the late publishing of this chapter, I'm adding my own drawings to them now and they take a lotta time to draw. Also I'm thinkin' 'bout making my own cover for this book, so idk.

(I know the pic doesn't have all the detail that I mention in the chapters, deal with it)

READ THE CHAPTER 'TILL THE END PLS

TW: Swearing, blood, angst and small bit of gore

Published: 16.9.2023

Edited: 17.9.2023, 20.9.23

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Meggy hesitated while opening the door. She peeked into the room, seeing it in the darkness. SMG4's bed, sitting in the corner of his room was tidy, just like the rest of his room. The shelves lined along the walls looked as if they were freshly dusted and cleaned, with small figurines sitting atop them, their colours vibrant. Even though it was dark, Meggy could tell. Posters lined the empty spaces on the walls, where there weren't any shelves or closets. Posters of all the bigger achievements on the SMG4 channel.

They were laid out in a scattered fashion. Each one in a different position from the next. But still, it seemed strangely calculated and thought through. Meggy even noticed that they were in chronological order. With the 'Western Spaghetti' and 'It came from Copper 9' posters above SMG4's bed. She stepped into his room, gently closing the door behind her. Her footsteps made a small clack noise with every step. She walked carefully through the room that was drenched in darkness.

Heading to the light that was SMG4's personal bathroom. With every step she came closer, she heard muffled sounds, that she couldn't make out what they were though. Almost as if they were small, silent sobs. Or something between a stifled sob and hiccups while cackling maniacally. She was definitely worried now.

Meanwhile, SMG4 was in his private bathroom.

Taking out his first aid kit, he hummed a soft tune. The tune reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who... He continued to hum the calming, soft tune and started to search for some cotton wool.

Finally finding the desired object, he opened the box of rubbing alcohol he had. Dousing the small piece of cotton wool with rubbing alcohol, he realised how little of it he had left. He really used a lot of it over the span of the last few days.

Patting the small piece of cotton wool soaked with rubbing alcohol above his eye, he hissed in pain with every touch. Blood soon stopped streaming down his face. The wool was now red from blood.

He unwrapped and threw away the bandages on his arms, examining the cut wounds that didn't seem to disappear. Taking out a new roll of bandages he wrapped his arms up again. Humming his tune, he put away all his medical supplies. He just wanted to stay in the peaceful moment.

But, then again... All good things must come to an end. Unhappy thoughts started to invade his mind. He felt guilt, guilty for what he had done. He couldn't believe himself. He was trapped inside the earthly borders that were set by some omnipotent being.

The world went dark. It was like he was back. Back there again. Just that there were no eyes watching him. Just sticky notes, each with their own depressing and self-conscious message written on it. But, it also seemed like each sticky note was part of a bigger word.

SMG4 looked at the notes, trying to figure something out. He moved backward a bit and saw a few letters spelled out. W...O...R

That was all he was able to see. So he moved further back to see a few additional letters. T...H...L