(Okay but seriously I JUST SAW SOMETHING out of the corner of my eye wHILE WRITING THIS)
Has anyone else seen that animation/audio with SMG3 making a shit ton of Homestuck references, cause that makes me fuckin mad, no way in hell is he a Bard of Light- aND A PROSPIT DREAMER???
SMG4's POV
"Fuck-" it was getting harder to keep track of all our theories and whet we knew and didn't know and where the hell SMG3 probably was.
"I thought that was Three's favorite phrase, not yours," Meggy chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Nah, his is-" I laughed as I tried to imitate him. "OI, IDIOT!"
Meggy smiled. "Oh! Here we are, our first guess..." we both fell silent. "Here? N-no, oh god, this can't-" I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted my head down. "Th-this place. The "Perfect" incident," I managed to get out, hoping Meggy understood.
"SMG4? Are you okay?" she asked, taking my hand. "The..."Perfect"...?" It took a moment for it to click. "Oh. OH. Oh, no..."
"I haven't- haven't been in yet, ever, but I don't want to see- I mean, I know that place's related to the Incident," I stuttered, trying not to think back to that.
What do I do?! I can't leave Three here, I mean, if he's- he can't be here. He can't be here, right?! Holy crap, he can't be here...
"I'm not leaving until I know SMG3 isn't in grave danger," I tried to say confidently (and failing, I sounded like goddamn Tavros Nitram...)
"Well, okay then..." Meggy was definitely skeptical of my mental state, which was probably reasonable in our situation, but I couldn't have her monitoring me when we were supposed to be rescuing Three.
I can do this I can do this I can do this. SMG3, think about SMG3.
"L-let's go," I said. But Meggy shook her head.
"No, I'm not letting you go in like that. I'm calling a few of our friends!"
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SMG3's POV
That FUCKER. I tried to destroy the ropes, the chair, anything. I pushed so hard against the ropes that my wrists burnt with marks. I'm gonna get out of here. I'll get that FUCKING VIRUS out of Bob if I have to beat him half to death. Then, I'll find whatever that thing really is, and I'll destroy it in the worst way possible. I'd even give it a physical body just to make it feel pain. Maybe I would lock it away to freeze or starve or die in the longest, most painful way possible.
NO ONE. Fucks. With. MY. FRIENDS.
Listening to my own thoughts was rage inducing. I tried in vain to snap the ropes, but nothing. I balled my hands into fists, desperately attempting to use my Meme Energy without SMG4. The only thing that happened was I shocked myself a little bit, though...
I'm so fucking useless right now. (Lol not me projecting-) I need to get out of here before anything bad happens. How long has it been? I glanced around the room. No clocks in here?
...Huh. I haven't really taken the time to look around in here yet. I was in some kind of shady-looking building, like where you'd go to buy magic drugs or commit a murder.
"Hey wait, the hell are you gonna do with me anyway?" I yelled, unsure if the virus was still here. "How long am I gonna be waiting? You know my friends are gonna try to be heroic idiots and save me, right? And they're gonna do that by kicking your ass?"
Bob's strange, corrupted voice answered. "Yes, that's what I need. [SMG4] will arrive, but he will ultimately fail. Your..."[SOUL]mate connection" will bring him here, sensing you. And then I will have the chance to seek [my revenge]."
"What the hell did you need me for, though? You could've just like, I dunno, told him "FREE MEMES", and you'd have him in a sketchy white van by now!"
The virus grinned, pacing around me as it spoke like an edgy movie villain. Except the effect was completely ruined when it looked like Bob. "You were a villain once. Don't you understand [being dramatic and overkill]?"
God, I wished my hands were free so I could tear out this thing's throat. At least let me rip out my ears, I thought, so I don't have to listen to this motherfucker talk...
"Yeah, you know what, sure," I said. "Monologue or whatever now. Give me your tragic backstory or whatever shit you want next." Maybe I'll get some information out of it.
"[No risks can be taken]!" it laughed. "I can see right through y[our] attempts to figure out my motives. But at least you tried, so I'll tell you." The way it spoke was...fucking unnerving. A weird mix of how Bob would say things and something entirely different.
"[This client] came to me with a foolish wish," it began, "a greedy wish. I needed a favor, and he was willing to help me in exchange for some of my help. So I helped him [get some bitches] and money or whatever, and he allowed me to take [control] of his body to achieve my goal. And now..." it paused, seemingly for dramatic effect, but it was for a little too long and the virus kind of looked like a moron.
I snickered. "Go on already. What, you scared I'll do something or whatever?"
"Something's..." the virus was spacing out, but then it snapped back to reality. "[Apologies]. So where was I? Oh yes, anyway, Bob here asked for [fame unmeasured]. And I don't exactly appreciate how your little love interest threw away all of my assistance for [YOU]."
I glared. "Why drag the both of us into this?! Just...kill me instead, or something. I deserve it more, anyway! And if you want to kill just him, why get me involved? I am a very busy person!"
"Well, I figured that destroying someone on the same power level as a demigod by luring him into my trap will give Bob the recognition he desires," it said, concerningly without talking like Spamton G. Spamton now, "But now I think he could get so much more...if we killed two of them."
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We're Friends Now, Aren't We? (SMG34)
Fanfic(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...
