SMG3's POV
Wow. This is fucking awkward. I...have no idea how to initiate...holding hands. This is a situation I never thought I'd be in, huh.
Here goes nothing, I guess?
I reached out and grabbed his hand and then opened a portal. "There, see? We did it." That wasn't bad at all. "I think that's enough for this yea-"
"Hold on," said Four, gripping my hand tighter and summoning more energy. Holding my hand. I'm not annoyed. Why...
Why do I feel warmer all of a sudden? Maybe I'm sick...
(LOVESI-)
(Sorry, I'll stop random author notes lol)
Anyway, Four used the Meme Energy to teleport his computer over here. Kind of impressive, but I could do better! I grinned as I also used some energy to make mine appear- and then again to turn it on. "Beat that, Glitchy!"
"Huh?" Four turned to me. "What did you just call me?"
Fuck. Why did I say that? Oh yeah, that was before we found out about the whole Meme Guardian names and crap. "Nothing," I said. "But can you do better than me, SMG4?"
"Heh. Of course!" Four also turned his computer on, and made it display memes. I laughed. "That's the best you can do?"
But then I noticed something was wrong with SMG4. Cosmically linked or whatever. He was tired. He was too competitive, that fucking idiot...!
"SMG4!" I yelled. His eyes drooped. "Stop! You're too weak right now!" Why is he still going?!
"W...weak? I'll show you..." But before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed.
"FOUR!" Luckily, my reflexes were pretty good. I caught him before he could hit the ground and put him on the sofa. "Th...there, idiot. I'm sorry we got so competitive." I watched him sleep for a minute to make sure he was okay before I got up.
Except I couldn't. "What the-?" Oh. He was kind of...leaning on me or something. Totally knocked out. Dammit.
...I'm not completely heartless...Eggdog instincts kicking in I guess, ugh. I can't disturb him while he's sleeping...
I guess I'll stay for a little while. I noticed Four was kind of slipping down at the awkward angle I placed him, so I carefully adjusted him so he wouldn't fall and hit his head on the floor or some shit. I didn't know what else to do, so I took his hat and set it down on the other end of the sofa.
Huh...when he's sleeping, he's...
I don't know how to describe it...cute, maybe, but that sounds weird to say out loud.
...Fuck, what's wrong with me?
I don't like SMG4. I absolutely hated him at one point.
Then what is this?
"Wha...?" Four's hand moved a little. "SMG4?"
He shifted a little, but he was still asleep. Then something weird happened. His hand started faintly glowing with Meme Energy, and I saw his laptop flicker. You idiot! What are you doing?! You can't use Meme Energy while you're like this, let alone without me!
"H...here, Four..." I loosely held his hand, and then the broken Meme Energy stopped. Thank god.
Living with him.
Holding his hand.
Sleeping like this.
I don't hate it.
Why don't I hate it?
Why don't I hate it?!
Fuck, I...I can't think about this. I can't fucking think about this right now.
I don't like Four. I don't like Four.
I don't...
I...
I need to sleep...on this...
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SMG4's POV
Nightmares. And then calm.
So sudden. I felt horrible. Everything was wrong, it had to be perfect, it wasn't perfect, and then- Three, I think...he was in the dream, saving me? Maybe. Maybe not. But I felt something like that...
It wasn't a bad dream, though.
Once I was fully aware that I was awake, I looked around. The ugly sofa...the Starbucks room...SMG3...
Wait...
Three was here. I was kind of awkwardly sleeping on his shoulder, I guess, or something like that. His hand loosely held mine, and I spent a moment just sitting like that to think about everything.
Crap, crap, crap...how do I get out of this without waking him up?! This is awkward...
Something I buried deep in my thoughts years ago comes back to haunt me...
(Meanwhile, in his brain...)
SMG4 Braincell 1: Behold...the deepest, darkest depths of Four's memory.
SMG4 Braincell 2: Something we've locked up for years in here awaits us.
SMG4 Braincell 3: Here it is...
*Spinning bisexual flag*
SMG4 Braincell 1: ahhHHHHH!
Damn it. When I first met Three, when we were just two dumb Mario recolors, I didn't know how I felt. I thought I liked girls, right?
Maybe there could be exceptions.
I never told him. I missed my chance. And when we became bitter enemies, I didn't even think about the remote possibility that I could possibly like him anymore. We had tried to kill each other multiple times, right?
So then why...
Why did I feel so...weird whenever Three was around, now?
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We're Friends Now, Aren't We? (SMG34)
Fanfiction(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...
