3rd person POV (SMG4)
What? This guy isn't serious. He doesn't even like me that much. Why is he coming to get me?
It's...probably just a mean joke-
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"Hey, man! Heh, guess I was right about you being like this now," SMG3 said, pointing to a trash bin sitting next to Four.
"Wait, what?" SMG4 said. "You're... actually here? Why though?"
"You really don't believe me? I SAID I was going to come get you. It's not like I like you that much or anything, but we're cosmically linked and I'm probably gonna have weird negative feelings or some crap if I leave you here to starve... not to mention, we're well past trying to murder each other at this point," SMG3 sighed.
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Eh, sure. Whatever. I kinda own that Starbucks, you know."
"I... I don't know what to say! Thank you so much, Three..."
"Heh. We're friends now, aren't we? Even I wouldn't want to see you on the streets, Four."
"Aww, you care about me?"
"I-I do not!" Three exclaimed. "I just explained why I'm doing this! Let's just go to Starbucks now!" he said, summoning a portal with the power of plot convenience.
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"A couch!" SMG4 exclaimed. FINALLLLLLYYYYYYYY-
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3rd person POV (SMG3)
The fuck? "A couch"? Oh, right. Dumbass hasn't slept in like 4 days.
Annnd he's out... huh. What... do I do now?
Three looked around the room in the back of the Starbucks. It was small, but whatever, there was enough room for the both of them. This was just temporary, thankfully. Why the hell did I offer to do this again...?
Oh, yeah. That stupid idiot was going to sleep on the streets. SMG3, looking through the latest messages in the group chat, groaned upon seeing that SMG4 had more people to ask to stay with. Meaning that SMG3 probably didn't absolutely have to offer his Starbucks room to SMG4.
Shit. Welp, it's too late, anyway, he's already passed out on the sofa. Three looked back at him, and he was kind of slipping down. Dumbass. I doubt he'll wake up if I move him, though, the emo thought, pushing Four back up a little. There. Now I just have to get his stuff.
...
Well, this is sad as hell.
Three stood in the doorway, looking at Four's stuff. Only a few small bags... he really didn't have much left that wasn't consumed by the pit.
"Hey, in or out!" Karen yelled at SMG3. "This is a Starbucks. We have a thing called 'customers?' That might need to, oh, I dunno, enter?!"
Exasperated, SMG3 yelled back. "Ugh! I'm just getting that loser SMG4's stuff!" Three yelled back. There weren't any customers right now, though, despite the dead memes loving this place.
"SMG4?" Karen said. "You brought your boyfriend in? Ugh... it's enough to have to deal with you living here, but him, too?"
"Oi! He's not my-"
"Yeah, yeah. You're not exactly secretive about your little crush, huh?" Karen said with a smile, trying to get on Three's nerves in any way possible. "Anyway, I see we have some customers now. Get out of the doorway."
Damn, I hate her. But there's nothing I can do... she's the only employee over here.
"Here's your crap, Four." SMG3 dragged Four's things into my room and set them next to the sofa.
I wonder when he'll wake up. He's...honestly...kind of...wait, no, did Karen have a fucking point?! Dammit. I don't like SMG4, though. Does everyone think I like him? I hope not...
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SMG4's POV
"Wake up, idiot."
I couldn't see much, just...ugly greenish-gray, and...someone?
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty, you've been asleep for 34 fucking hours."
What?!
"GAH! WHAT?! 34 HOURS-?!..."
Once Four calmed down and started to process his surroundings, he saw SMG3 standing over him.
"SMG3...? What are you doing here? No- what am I doing here? What happened yesterday?!"
"Yesterday?" he said. "You were asleep yesterday! The whole day! Your friends have been worried sick! But if you mean the day before yesterday, well, you kicked yourself out of Mario's house and I picked you up off the streets since you were gonna sleep in a fuckin' dumpster."
Oh no! That's right, our friends... "Crap! Do you have my phone, SMG3?" I asked.
"What, scared you missed out on the latest memes? The only new things, really, are the Pokemon DLC and John Splatoo-"
"Not that, I need to text everyone," I said, rummaging around in my bag, which was placed next to this ugly couch. "Is this couch flammable?" I asked as I tapped at my phone screen.
SMG3 seemed confused for a second. "...What? Uh...I think so... Why?" he asked.
"No reason, no reason."
He narrowed his eyes. "Uh-huh. You know I'm only letting you stay out of the kindness of my heart, right? There's no reason not to kick you out."
SMG4: Hey guys! I'm awake now, sorry for scaring you all.
Boopkins: You're okay!!!
Melony: yay!
Mario: AMAMAMA MARIO WAS SO WORRIED!!!!!!1111111!!11!111111! ES EM GEEEEE FOURRRRR I'M SORRRRY!!111!1!11!11 WHY DIDNT YOU...
I put down my phone instead of reading the rest of Mario's message. "Okay, SMG3, if the couch isn't flammable, do you know the nearest place to get a vat of acid?"
"Hell no! I mean, I know, but I'm not telling you!" he exclaimed. "Th...the sofa isn't that ugly, is it?"
"Sofa?" Huh.
"What?" said SMG3. "It is 'sofa'. 'Couch' sounds kind of ugly to me."
"What are you, bri'ish?" I laughed. "Come on, Three, 'sofa' sounds like, uh, an...instrument of some kind right? Like you say 'I'm gonna go practice my sofa now'!"
"Fucking idiot," I heard Three mutter. "Yours sounds worse, Four."
"Couch!"
"Sofa."
"YOU'RE NOT BRITISH MOTHERFU-"
I stopped myself and sighed. This might be a long stay...
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We're Friends Now, Aren't We? (SMG34)
Hayran Kurgu(Takes place after the IGBP movie) ''Really? You'd do that for me?'' ''Eh, sure. Whatever. I kinda own that Starbucks, you know.'' ''I...I don't know what to say! Thank you so much, Three...'' ''Heh. We're friends now, aren't we? Even I wouldn't...
